Angel used his mental power to sense the general layout of the castle.
After sensing it, Angel's face looked a little heavy.
"Sir, have you found anything?" Ms. Melo's observation skills were very meticulous, and she noticed the change in Angel's expression immediately. On the surface, it was an inquiry, but more of a word of concern.
Angel: "It's okay. I found the way to the upper level. Come with me."
Angel didn't say much and turned around to lead the way.
Because of what happened with the human body carousel just now, everyone was still in a daze. They all took the initiative to become silent and just followed Angel quietly.
Soon, they came to a corridor.
Occasionally, servants with lowered heads passed by in the corridor, but overall, this corridor seemed to everyone to be at least relatively peaceful.
But, this is just what they think.
There are occasional paintings on both sides of the corridor. The content of the paintings is not uncomfortable at all, but rather shows some innocence.
As everyone looked at these paintings, their mood seemed to have calmed down a little, and some people were discussing in low voices which painting looked better.
Only Sybil noticed that Ms. Merlot frowned slightly when she looked at the painting.
Sybil once learned etiquette from Ms. Merlot and spent a long time with her. She admired and understood this elegant and calm teacher very much. Ms. Merlot was very particular about etiquette, and frowning was not a behavior unless it was for some aristocratic banquet.
It is a deliberate expression of etiquette when someone is being treated without reason. Otherwise, it would be slightly impolite to do this action when there are people around.
Sybil could tell that Ms. Merlot's frown was a subconscious action. She didn't seem to like those paintings, and even... she was a little disgusted.
After coming to this conclusion, Sybil looked at the paintings in the corridor with a little more attention.
When passing another painting that looked full of sunshine and rain, Sybil asked quietly: "Can I touch this painting?"
The person Sybil asked was naturally Ms. Merlot, but before Ms. Merlot could respond, Angel stopped first: "Why do you want to touch this painting? Because you like it?"
Sybil opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. In fact, she didn't find anything. She just wanted to find out why Ms. Merlot didn't like these paintings and whether there was something fishy about them.
Seeing Sybil's hesitant behavior, Angel probably understood that Sybil probably didn't know the truth yet, and probably noticed something from some details.
Thinking of this, Angel said softly: "You can touch them if you want. There are no mechanisms on these paintings."
Sybil glanced at Ms. Merlot again, but Ms. Merlot avoided her eyes and remained silent.
Sybil paused for two seconds. Out of curiosity, she reached out and touched the painting of sunshine and rain.
After touching it, Sybil looked slightly confused.
However, before Sybil could say anything, Angel turned around and said, "Just keep walking after touching her. Don't delay."
Everyone followed. Perhaps Sybil's behavior of touching the painting attracted Angel's attention. This group of talented people who did not notice any abnormality also began to be curious about the painting. However, they did not dare to touch it at will, so they could only move closer to Xibil.
Bill, expect answers from Sybil.
The fat man was the first to ask, but Sybil ignored him at all. In other words, along the way, Sybil basically ignored other talented people, especially men.
It’s not that I have a shadow against men, I simply think that men of this age, 12 or 13 years old, are too naive. Especially a certain boy with gauze wrapped around his hand, he is not only naive, but also has daytime paranoia.
When the fat man saw that Sybil ignored him, although he was a little angry, he did not dare to get angry. They all saw the relationship between Sybil and Ms. Merlot.
But they were really itchy and curious about what Sybil had touched, so the fat man looked at Amisha who was standing aside.
Amisha is not as aloof as Sybil. She can communicate and get along with others calmly, but at a distance.
Amisha understood the look in the fat man's eyes.
In fact, she was also curious about the paintings. After thinking about it, she walked to Sibyl and whispered: "It has nothing to do with anyone else, I'm just curious, what did you find in those paintings?"
Sybil didn't have much objection to Amesha. She thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn't find anything..."
Amisha was stunned for a moment: "Then why did you look confused when you touched the painting just now?"
Sybil did not hide anything and said bluntly: "I just feel that the drawing paper does not feel like ordinary paper. It is very warm and smooth, and feels good. Because I usually draw, and I still have some understanding of drawing paper.
I have never touched this type of paper, so I guess it is some kind of high-end drawing paper that is not accessible to me at my level."
What Sybil means is that this may be some kind of drawing paper that only exists in the wizarding world.
After she finished speaking, she looked at Ms. Melo specifically, hoping to get an answer from Ms. Melo.
However, Ms. Melo didn't seem to hear their conversation and still didn't speak.
Ms. Mello's performance made Sybil even more curious. Relying on her relationship as a former student of Ms. Mello, Sybil came to Ms. Mello and directly asked about her doubts.
Seeing that she couldn't hide, Ms. Melo sighed secretly in her heart, and finally spoke, but she didn't point it out clearly, but took a detour: "I remember that before you left, I went with you to see your mother. Your mother was
Is that your brother you’re holding in your arms?”
Sybil nodded.
"Have you ever hugged your brother?" Ms. Mero's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
But Sybil was by her side and still heard Ms. Merlot's words.
Her younger brother was born at the end of last year. He was still in the harmless infant stage and was not annoying to anyone. Of course, Sybil had hugged him. However, Sybil was a little confused when Ms. Merlot suddenly said this.
What does it mean?
"Recall the feeling when you hugged your brother, and you will understand."
Sybil repeated in a low voice: "How does it feel when you hold your brother?"
Delicate, moist, light and soft, with a little force, it can leave a red mark on the delicate skin, but the feel is absolutely superb.
Feel? Warm? Delicate?!
Sybil raised her head suddenly and looked at Ms. Merlot with astonished eyes: "Is it the touch of skin?"
Sybil looked back at this long corridor. There was a painting every few steps. In total, there were at least dozens or even hundreds of paintings: "Are these all?"
Now that Ms. Merlot has said this, she no longer hides anything and nods: "They are all, and they are all paintings made with the skin of the baby's back."
Hearing this, not only Sybil was shocked and speechless, but the other gifted people were also speechless.
According to this logic, wouldn't the size of the painting be the age of the baby?
So the smaller the painting is, it means that the baby may have just been born, or even not yet full years old?
Thinking of this, they looked at a painting nearby.
The size of the painting was about the size of an adult's two palms combined, and it was calculated as a woman's. The painting was extremely small, with an innocent and cute child painted on it... But at this time, no one felt that the painting was
There is every trace of innocence in it.
Looking at the happy smile of the child in the painting, Amisha even covered her mouth and had a tendency to vomit.
The situation of others is similar to that of Amisha. Even if they are not physically injured, the psychological impact is difficult to heal in a short time, and may even be remembered for years or decades...
At this time, Angel, who was walking at the forefront, had not changed his expression at all, but it was difficult for outsiders to know what he was thinking in his heart.
Angel: "Is this what you call art?"
The other end of the psychic belt: "Ah? What did you see? A gallery or a specimen corridor?"
Angel: "Gallery."
Doakes: "Oh, those paintings made of skin? How to say, in the realm of perversion, maybe art. But in my opinion, barely."
Angel: "So, you don't think you are a pervert?"
Doakes: "I haven't reached that level yet. But to be honest, these perverts who play with the human body are actually very childish. I saw a Karabit wizard's laboratory, and that's what really impressed me.
Eye-opening, those..."
"I don't want to hear these irrelevant details." Angel paused: "Then what is the art you mentioned before? Human body turntable?"
Doakes: "Of course not. Didn't I show you my imitation before? That's art!"
"The Hanged Man?" Angel asked doubtfully.
Doakes replied with some excitement: "Isn't your ultimate goal the two talented people? If you understand me, you will understand why I said, that is art! I believe you understand me, after all, we are
Friends."
Perhaps because he felt that this sentence was a bit too arbitrary, Doakes quickly added: "Of course, even if you don't understand me, you are still a friend. There should be some spiritual distance between friends, just like lovers, and there will be more room for imagination.
"
Angel: "..." A fantasy space? It's a fantasy space, right?
To be continued...