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Chapter 50 Yokohama Taboo Painter

When I went to the park the next day, I still saw Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Does he come to pet the cat every day?He always feels like he's doing nothing, but he doesn't look like a tramp, and he doesn't have the undisciplined temperament of a rich man, so he doesn't understand what he does.

He was a little startled when he sat next to him, and turned to look at her.

Unlike when facing Mr. Fukuzawa, those cats either ran backwards, or arched their backs and puffed up their hair and let out a threatening growl. Mashiro just stretched out his hand lightly, and they rushed to She went there, crawled up her legs, and filled her knees.

Mashiro stroked their fur, feeling the envious gaze of Mr. Fukuzawa next to him.

"They seem to like you very much."

She nodded.

"Because cats are residents of the Dreamland."

Mr. Fukuzawa didn't seem to understand, but he nodded politely.

Unlike yesterday, Zhenbai didn't draw there for too long today, she just stood there for a while and looked at it for a while. This kind of looking at it is not so much an appreciation of a work of art, but more like a researcher in a laboratory. It is the same as summing up the rules with a lot of rigid research data.

She added a few strokes on it, quickly scraped it off with a scraper, and sat back on the stool to knead the cats.Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at her, "Aren't you going to continue painting?"

He didn't mean to urge him to ask this question, it's just that compared with yesterday's madness, she is indeed different today.

Really nodded.

"Because I couldn't find that color." She said regretfully.

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at her drawing board from a distance, and was completely overwhelmed by just one glance.

The things inside were things he had never heard, seen, or even imagined.

Compared with the so-called artistic value and more intuitive feeling of beauty, his only feeling is very intuitive fear.

That color is completely impossible to exist on the earth, even if it is imprinted in the retina, he can't recognize it. Now he understands why she asked him about the color yesterday, and said that he couldn't describe it.

The paint she formulated can stand on a line that can be recognized by human nerves, and it is extremely eye-catching. If you put that paint with a lot of things, even if there is only such a small drop of the paint, the other things are incomparable. There are a lot of complicated ones, and you can quickly identify the color of that small drop.

As he watched, the pupils narrowed, the light shifted in his eyes, and he felt that the colors in the painting were almost alive, they were slightly rhythmic with his observation.

An eye literally grew out of them, and looked at him.

A cold hand touched the back of his neck.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was startled suddenly.

His usual vigilance will not be so weak, this position is absolutely critical.Don't say being touched, just getting close will cause a big reaction.But when the girl approached, he didn't notice at all.

Even if it was a bullet that was close at that time, and it shot straight into the back of his neck, he would definitely have the same reaction.

He was caught by the color.

He withdrew his gaze from the painting, deliberately lowered his eyes not to look in that direction, and just said vaguely, "You drew something very special."

Shiina Mashiro nodded, her expression full of regret.

"But it's not enough," she said. "It's not enough."

"I can't find the most important color."

"Do you come to this park to paint every day? I didn't see you when I came here before."

"I just came here in the past few days." She paused, as if thinking of something, her eyes looked in one direction.

"Because I don't want to stay at home."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was politely silent and wanted to change the subject, but Mashiro continued.

"If you paint in your house," she said, "it will bring misfortune."

Painting will bring misfortune, which seems like a joke to anyone.There is no shortage of so-called bad luck works of art in history, but this is usually just a method of hype, in order to increase the auction price, it can only be used as a joke.

If it is true that painting alone can produce supernatural or magical effects, then what kind of genius is that artist?Anyone who says this is just putting money on their face, but Fukuzawa Yukichi, who has already witnessed it, knows that what the girl said is likely to be true.

Due to professional reasons, he has also seen some strange items, all of which have more or less mysterious power. When this power is fully erupted, it is no less than a fully armed superhuman.

He suddenly remembered that a place close to the port in Yokohama was blocked by the military recently, and the reason was also that unspeakable dangerous items were found there.

Once this item is discovered, the dangerous alert level will be raised to the highest level. The representative items of this dangerous level are usually nuclear materials that are threatened with leakage.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't know what that item was, and he didn't understand what the government officials were eating until now. He just thought of it suddenly.

Shiina Mashiro continued.

"It really brings misfortune. I start drawing something and it's not right. It's not right at all."

"When I was painting, I knew that I couldn't paint what I thought in my heart, but I had to keep on painting—it's like a bridge that has been halfway through, and even if you want to leave, you have to walk the rest of the way It's over, you don't... you can't just jump off the bridge, jump into the rushing river and be swept into the sea?"

"Then I continued to draw. I finished walking the bridge. After I finished walking, the bridge collapsed. Maybe there were other people on it, but they were also involved in the sea. I stood on the other side and watched. I know these people died because of me."

She held one hand on top of the arm of the other, her fingers dug deep into the skin, and her nails scratched them, Shiina said.

Fukuzawa Yukichi gently separated those fingers and placed them on her lap.Her fingertips were still scratching her skirt nervously.

He looked at her, not knowing what to say.

"Did I scare you?"

Suddenly she regained her composure and looked up at him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi shook his head.

Shiina Mashiro smiled and started biting her nails.

The painter's nails were trimmed short, and there was dried paint in the crevices of the nails. The nail of that finger had been bitten enough that the flesh could be seen.

As her teeth closed, he saw blood running down her fingers.

"I wasn't like this before." The girl said vaguely, "But it's different now."

"You know what? It's like... like when I paint those pictures I don't make them, they make me. When I paint, the colors reflect in my eyes and live in my eyes They went down. They followed my nerves and followed the conduction of light on my nerves all the way into my body, where they built their nests."

"I make those paintings, they are my children, they transform my body, just like your body transforms when you are pregnant."

She said so many words in one breath, and the more she spoke, the lower her voice was, her body slid more and more on the chair, and finally almost slipped to the ground.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't hold her back, he watched her slide to the grass, where she knelt and stared at the painting in the distance.

That painting is just a prototype, but anyone who sees it will say that it has the qualifications to become a masterpiece, because it is an extraordinary thing that can give people such a sense of fear.

She looked at the painting from a distance, the light and shadow changing in her red eyes, and suddenly buried her face in her palms and burst into tears.

She cried so desperately and sadly, like a child who couldn't find her home, passers-by in the park couldn't help but stop and watch, but then hurried away, not wanting to disturb her.

Fukuzawa Yukichi waited for her to finish crying, her shoulders changed from violent tremors to small tremors, like a bird in its nest, when he touched her there was a layer of fabric Her body felt hot as if she had a fever.

He turned her face slightly and handed her a tissue.

She didn't take it, but rubbed her cheek against the tissue he was pinching on his finger, wiped away the tears in her eyes, and thought for a while next to his knee, then sat up again, said thank you, and took it Wipe away tears with a tissue.look calm

"You must think I'm crazy."

Shiina Mashiro said so calmly, she has accepted this fact herself.

Fukuzawa Yukichibi shook his head seriously at any time.

"You're just too focused." Artists are all sensitive and neurotic.

"is it?"

She looked at the painting in the distance again.

From the perspective of the audience, even if all the beauty and horror are excluded, at least it can be seen that the author has devoted all she can to the creation.

Not to mention the illusory things like the soul, even if she lost a finger every time she made a stroke, she would continue to draw without hesitation.

She saw this, and so did Fukuzawa Yukichi, so she nodded and said nothing more.

"... what do you do, uncle?" she asked.

Fukuzawa Yukichi thought for a while, but he was unwilling to lie, so he said as vaguely as possible, "Running around in the city."

"Is it the police?"

"Not that noble."

Mashiro blinked, "Anyway, we have to walk around the city."

He nodded.

Mabai stood up, walked to the bulletin board in the park, and returned with a free map from it.

She sat down on the other side of the bench, where she drew two marks with her nails.

"Then let me provide you with an information for free." Shiina Mashiro said. "These two places...don't go."

She means it.Maybe this girl has her own sources, maybe she has her own ability to detect.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded solemnly and accepted her kindness. Although he didn't think it might help him, any kindness was precious and worthy of respect.

He followed the map in her hand to look.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

There are two small crosses on the map, one of which is the area blocked by the military. That area is supposed to be top-secret information. Except for a very small number of high-ranking military officials, it is absolutely impossible for any outsider to know.

Compared with the first place, the second place looks more terrifying to ordinary people.

This place goes deep into the warehouse area of ​​Yokohama. The warehouse area has another name in the world, which is the underground trading area.This area is governed by the port mafia, but more often it serves as a kind of public black market trading area, where the drug and arms trade is rampant, and there are daily gun battles, and the piles of bullet casings almost cover the soles of shoes. .

He wondered how she would know about that place.

And as far as he knew, just a few days ago, the port mafia seemed to have clashed with a certain force there, and rarely gained any benefits.

The leader flew into a rage and issued a wanted warrant, offering handsome rewards to anyone who could provide information, let alone someone who could capture the mastermind and bring the head before them.

The vague description they came up with was... a maiden with long blond hair.

Fukuzawa Yukichi gave her a deep look.

Under the sun, the girl's golden hair is as beautiful as flowing light.

He didn't ask anything, but just reported his address again, and said that he could ask him for help if necessary.

"Aren't you willing to finish it because those failed works will bring misfortune?"

"There may be some reasons for this. If it is other times, I don't mind finishing the painting. I think even a failed work has its own value. But I have a hunch about this. As long as I find the lost color, it will be fine. If you complete the successful product, then there is no need to rush to work at this time.”

Zhenbai said, "Strictly speaking, the previous failures cannot be said to be failures. They laid the foundation for me to find success this time, although..."

Her eyes became gray, and she thought of the thorns all over the sky the day before yesterday, and the 37 people who died in front of her.

"Although they always bring misfortune to other people."

"But this reason does not make you leave your home. No matter what, it is not a good idea to leave the people you want to protect and be with." Fukuzawa Yukichi said.

She nodded and looked at him sadly.

"Have you ever had such an experience?"

"I have a companion. Although he is a companion, he is much younger than me. If I see him, I can't help but take care of him."

As soon as the detective boy was mentioned, he couldn't help but smile. This kind of loving smile is usually seen on people of grandpa's age. It's quite novel to see this kind of smile on his face.

"But he didn't have any misfortunes. He met someone he liked, so he decided to live far away."

"...that's nice." So did I.

The last words are lost in nothingness.Zhenbai slowly pressed his palm on his chest, not knowing what to say.

"Lives far away, so how is he?"

"Very happy. According to him, he is in love with a strong and gentle witch."

"It's great, but I'm not doing well... Do you believe in the existence of guards who guard the river of time and space?" Zhenbai asked.

"Sometimes you can see it in movies, but in reality..." In reality, it is impossible to travel through time and space.Fukuzawa Yukichi thought.

"Believe it, sometimes you travel through time to another world. I don't regret it at all, because I saw Ozu in this world, but it seems that something happened on the way. I mean It’s not just my paintings that bring misfortune, or rather my paintings have helped me repel them more than once.”

"they?"

"Every once in a while," she said, "about twice a month, there will be those difficult guards, chasing you like hounds, and they can appear in every corner, They exist in any timeline, if you kill one there are thousands of them, many more than that, probably many more guards ready to kill you than any human can ever calculate .”

"But it's a long time before they come back after they've been knocked back."

"Are they strong?" Fukuzawa Yukichi asked.

Zhenbai turned his head.

"It shouldn't be very strong, I don't know, I haven't fought them before."

She doesn't look fit to fight anyone over three months old.

"I said that my paintings can also bring me misfortune. Most of the time, these two misfortunes can cancel each other out. They kill each other, but last time..."

She stretched out her hand and lifted her sleeves up.

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned.

He saw a hollow above the girl's arm.

This hole does not seem to be caused by any physical or chemical factors, there is neither flesh nor bone inside, and the grass under the arm can be seen straight through the hole.

He saw that there was no blood flowing out from the edge of the void, and there was no scabbed flesh and blood, just a piece of black that seemed to be the starry sky of the universe.

Shiina Mashiro pulled back his sleeves.

"This should be a marker. There will be more next time the hounds come, but I ran out of paintings to stop them the day before yesterday."

The day before yesterday...Fukuzawa Yukichi thought about it in his heart, and it happened to be the day when the port mafia clashed with unknown forces.

"Then what do you decide to do when the time comes?" Come to me, his eyes are as if he said so to her, staring straight at her, Zhenbai can see his determination from his eyes, she is slightly silent one time.

She really didn't want to go home until the hounds came again and she fought them off, she was terrified if the hounds were in the house.

She herself doesn't care, she always feels that even if she is killed, she will not really die, but will live in another form like those weird paintings she drew, but she doesn't want Ozu to be hurt .

Nor did she want this uncle to die under the hound's claws.

So she just looked to the side.

"Maybe there will be a turning point." She said vaguely.

People who can't think of any way are always so vague.

A few seconds after finishing speaking, Shiina Mashiro's face suddenly became ugly.

She felt her heart beating violently, her vision was getting blurred, her whole body was hot, and she began to hear heavy tinnitus in her ears.

She was familiar with this feeling, it was how her body had warned her before the hounds came last time.

She couldn't help pinching the fabric on her chest with her hand and bent slightly. Fukuzawa Yukichi reached out to her, but she knocked it off again.

It wasn't until she knocked it out that she realized that something was wrong. She straightened up very hard and told him that she was leaving, and smiled at him.

He wanted her to stay but couldn't find any reason, so he could only ask, "Is it okay not to take that painting away?"

Shiina Mashiro looked at the painting, still terribly weird, the two misfortunes neutralized each other, and she felt that the tinnitus was not so serious.

She shook her head, "Just put it there." She said as she walked towards the exit in small steps, unwilling to stay here, "No one should want to steal it."

She was thinking too naively, he looked at the painting hesitantly, even if it was only a semi-finished product, just because of that dangerous feeling, someone would be willing to gamble on the possibility that it could be sold at a high price.

No, it's not as simple as the worldly price. The tramp who sees that painting at night will either be frightened and insane, or will become her fanatic like the beggar who received the divine revelation in the Bible .

In any case, her reaction was very wrong. Reminiscent of the previous "hound dog", he held Shiina Mashiro with his hand and was about to forcibly take her back to his stronghold, but he met her gaze.

The sun shone on her body, and a strange light gradually accumulated in her eyes.

It's as if you've stirred up a small river of dust, and the river has become turbid, and the 'dust' in the red eyes that had been deposited in the bottom gradually floated up, flowing along the line of sight of him and her, flowing Into Fukuzawa Yukichi's body.

"Let go of me," she said. "Let go of me. It doesn't matter where you go, go where you want to go now, don't follow me."

Do not get involved in the imminent death.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes were blank for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the girl was no longer where she was.

He was at a loss and at a loss, and felt a severe pain in his brain. He seemed to have met someone today, but he didn't remember the details at all.

In the end what happened.While thinking about it, he walked towards the exit of the park. There was no place he wanted to go, but his toes automatically took him to the place he had been thinking about before he lost his memory.

It was one of the two places on the map that Shiina Mashiro drew for him that he should never go to.

Where the port mafia clashes with unknown forces.

Behind him, the painting was placed by the lake in the park. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the grass and trees around the easel seemed to grow more lush than those in other places.

This kind of lushness does not give people any gratifying feeling. The green and tender grass is so green that it makes people sick, and the fat and tender grass almost has a fleshy feeling.

The dewdrops slowly slid down the grass blades, and a small insect was chasing the dewdrops on the green grass.

When chasing to the bottom, the ground under the green grass suddenly opened a big mouth, swallowing the bug.

Shiina Mashiro walked slowly towards the exit while supporting the nearby trees.

The world in front of her was gradually distorted. She could hear the sound of the hound running, not the sound of stepping on the floor, but the sound of trudging towards her in time and space at a speed of 1 years per day.

Her breathing was rapid and her heart was beating violently.

When she went outside, she lost the shade of the trees, she was a little dizzy under the sun, her vision blurred for a moment, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

When he opened his eyes, he found that there were rows of black muzzles in front of him.

A group of men in black, just like the men in black she saw the day before yesterday, pointed their guns at her, their expressions were as solemn as statues, without any emotion.

The leader stood in front of her, he didn't look very big, he was still a teenager, he was pressing his hat with his hands and muttering, "That guy Dazai left this to me again..." But when the eyes met, the eyes But cold as a beast.

"Now." The boy said, extending his hand to her politely, with the palm of the black glove facing upwards.

"plz follow me."

There doesn't seem to be an option to decline.

The surrounding muzzles did not lower for a moment, and Zhenbai was quite confused thinking that maybe their dead souls came to avenge her, because the black suit standing in front of her now seemed to be no different from the black suit that day.

She should be able to escape, she can use the remaining power of her painting to scare them now and run away.But she is really in pain now, she can't go home to see Ozu, her new uncle has forgotten her, her painting is not successful at all, do they all want to force her to die?

Everything in the world was rejecting her, and she felt the hound approaching.near.near.It wants to swallow something.

Even if it's not Shiina Mashiro, it's okay to swallow other people.

Her gaze suddenly met the boy's blue eyes.

She nodded.

"I'll go with you."