The priest was led out of Isabel's bedroom, drew a cross on his chest, and said to Hancock, who was waiting at the door: "Okay, sir, I have checked, there is no remnant of the power of holy water for the time being, but if you notice anything unusual later, please contact me as soon as possible." ”

Hancock nodded at him, a little surprised that the priest had suddenly said in the evening that he wanted to check for the remnants of the holy water's power, but he thought it was just a means for the priest to ask for a favor.

Mr. Nehlet wrote a cheque for the church, and when he handed it to the priest, the priest did not refuse, but drew a cross on his chest and said: "I will pray for the young lady of your house, and for you, God bless you." ”

The priest with the box slowly walked out of the Nehlet family manor, he stood in front of the black-gray gate of the manor, looked back at the building of the manor, turned and pushed the door to leave.

Amid the swaying shadows of the pale gray trees of the skyline and the cold winds, accompanied by the heavy bells of the Nehlet family, the car disappeared at the end of the twilight road.

And a little girl with a pale face in the window stared at his figure, and the note in her hand was clenched with a line of words written in flowered English: "Wait for me in the old place - doctor." ”

Before the dinner began, Schiller went to the garden of the Nehlet family, which was also bleak, with dark brown branches, dark green foliage, and dark black earth, and Schiller looked down through the willow branches of the devil's claw, and saw Isabel on the swing in front of him.

Isabel still glared at Schiller with that straight look, but Schiller didn't care, he sat on another swing next to him, rocking gently.

Just as he turned to look at Isabel, Isabel shook her head at him, then turned her head back and looked in one direction of the garden.

There was a small black shadow on the porch of the opposite building, and Schiller recognized it as Henry, the little boy who had been frightened by Isabel before, who was now hiding behind a large flower pot, thinking that he was a hidden peeping.

Schiller stooped down and picked up a twig from the ground, as if he were bored, and asked Isabel some common questions, and Isabel kept her head down and said nothing, while the little boy Henry kept watching.

Schiller brushed the skin of a dry branch with his fingers and changed the subject, as if unintentionally: "Do you know how to paint?" Isabel? ”

Isabel shook her head, still silent.

"I think you have a good hand for drawing." Schiller glanced at Isabel and said, "Maybe you can try to draw, and you can get a beautiful pencil drawing with just a blank piece of paper and a pencil." ”

Schiller gestured with the palm of his hand to the half-stripped branch in his hand, and he said: "You see, this is called a 'flank,' and it is usually used to spread a large area of gray tones, and it is called a 'semi-flank,' which can be used to line up or to play a small area of tone." ”

"And, of course, the hook, do you know how to hook the line? The line should be drawn with a 'vertical edge', just like this to put the pencil upright. Schiller put one end of the branch perpendicular to the palm of his hand and said, "Use a little force, and the most important thing is that if you want to get a sharp and clean line, you have to sharpen the pen a little bit." ”

"Did you know that pencil refills also have a difference between hard and soft? Depending on the hardness of graphite, the concentration of color that can remain on the paper varies. ”

"Softer pencils will be used to paint the darker side of the color, like this." Schiller, who applied it to the palm of his hand with a flanking technique, said: "There will be a lot of color left on the paper because of the loose structure of the soft pencil lead." ”

"But a hard pencil will be used to draw shiny tones, sharpen the tip of the pen and line it gently, and only a small part of the color will remain on the paper, because the lead is very hard."

"Of course, Isabel, remember not to sharpen the pencil yourself, you can ask the butler to help you, otherwise it won't hurt your hand."

Schiller reached out and touched Isabel's head, but Isabel did not dodge or resist, but just sat in place, and said, "You will be a good painter, I can guarantee you." ”

Schiller threw away the branch and stood up, leaving without looking back, and Isabel looked at the dead branch he had thrown on the ground, and another emotion suddenly flashed in her dull eyes.

At the dinner party, the crowd gathered in the hall to talk, Batman was talking to Mr. Nehlet, Natasha was smiling at the stern Hancock, and Bat and Mrs. Nehlet were talking.

Sure enough, after the afternoon of farce, they each found a breakthrough, and Schiller did not walk over to interfere, but silently walked to the table and sat down in his seat in advance.

The old butler, who had greeted them at first, stepped forward and handed Schiller a glass of water, and said, "Did you suggest that Miss Isabel draw in pencil?" ”

Schiller glanced at him with some confusion, and the old butler hurriedly said, "She just asked me if the studio in the manor was open, and I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said that a doctor suggested that she draw pencil drawings to relieve her emotions. ”

"Oh." Schiller smiled relievedly and said: "It's not any professional medical advice, it's just that I personally like painting, I saw that Miss Isabel has a pair of painter's hands, so I briefly chatted with her, I didn't expect her to be really interested." ”

Schiller sighed softly and said, "I have seen many people who have found peace on the road of pursuing art, and I am not sure if this will work for the sons and ladies of your house, but it is good to pass the time." ”

The butler sighed and said, "To tell you the truth, we have tried almost any way to calm Miss Isabel down, but it is quite difficult. ”

"My nephew is on duty in the garden, and he is on his daily suspicion that Miss Isabel will hurt herself as well as that she will hurt herself, and that it will be better to divert his attention, as you say."

Schiller smiled at him, picked up the glass and took a sip of water, and then he noticed a small figure standing on the side of the door of the restaurant, and the boy named Henry was eavesdropping again.

The other party's concealment skills are quite clever for a seven or eight-year-old boy, and it is not easy for an adult to spot, but compared to Batman, it is a cloud and mud.

Schiller was sitting from no angle where he could be seen, but unfortunately the cup was reflective, and the dining room was not lit, and in the dim light, the surface of the glass could clearly reflect the figure, and the moment the old butler put down the cup, Schiller spotted Henry.

"Henry, Henry!" A female voice shouted, and Schiller heard that it was Mrs. Nehlet, so he got up and nodded to the butler, and walked in the direction of Mrs. Nehlet.

"Oh, Dr. Schiller, did Henry disturb you? I told him not to stand at the door all the time, and to come here, Henry, and not to be so rude, and to come and say hello to Mr. Wayne and Dr. Schiller. ”

Schiller pouted his lips with obvious disdain when he saw Henry, these little expressions that he thought he were hidden, in Schiller's opinion, almost wrote his inner emotions on his face.

The boy seemed to be very contemptuous of his mother, and stood there deliberately for a few seconds, before he came as if he had just heard, and sure enough, Mrs. Nehlet was a little unavoidable.

Schiller gently squatted down, touched his head at Henry, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hello, Master Henry." ”

Then he asked him how old he was and what grade he was in, and Schiller stood up and looked at Mrs. Nehlet again, and continued to talk to her.

He saw a hint of disbelief on Henry's face, and he folded his arms in a subtle motion, then lowered his eyes to look at his hands.

He seemed to be looking for an opportunity to interject, but the conversation between Schiller and Bei Bat continued one after another, and he couldn't find a chance to speak, and until the end of the dinner, Henry kept staring at Schiller.

After eating, Schiller went for a walk in the garden, in fact, he saw that the moment he entered the garden, a small figure in a certain room closed the curtains and turned to go out, but he didn't see it, and came to the swing area, as if looking for Isabel.

But Isabel didn't come today, and Schiller stood for a while before walking back, but suddenly a small figure rushed out around the corner and knocked Schiller into a stumbling position.

The boy was knocked to the ground, and Schiller immediately went over to help him up, then looked at the things scattered on the ground.

It was a sketchpad with drawing paper, two pencils, and an eraser.

Schiller's gaze immediately fell on the sketchboard, and he walked over and bent down to pick up both the sketchboard and the pencil eraser, and looked intently at the drawings on the paper.

It was the bell tower of the Nehlet manor, and a raven landed on the eaves of the bell tower, and the hands of the bell tower were pointing at the crow at the same time, and the crow looked back at the hands.

It's a rather clever diagonal echo composition, reminiscent of a crow that falls on the bell tower in the twilight to comb its feathers, and becomes curious about the pointer pointing at him, so he glances back and has a kind of gothic black humor.

"Did you draw this?" Schiller put down his sketchbook and looked at Henry, who nodded.

Schiller looked at the two pencils in his hand again, one with a thicker lead and a soft pencil, and the other with a thinner lead and a hard pencil.

But alas, the painting was drawn with a charcoal pen.

Because the crow's feathers are very black, the traces of smeared toner are clearly visible, which is completely different from the traces of ordinary pencil drawings, so it is very easy to identify this as a charcoal drawing and not a pencil drawing, and the difference between the two is actually very large.

Even if it is a pencil drawing, it will take at least a dozen pencils from soft to hard to shape to this extent, and even the eraser needs to be lightly rubbed with heavy soft erasers, hard erasers with polished surfaces, and sharp erasers used to draw highlights after sharpening, which is not something that looks like a child's homework can handle.

The most important evidence is that the charcoal drawing needs to be sprayed with a large amount of fixing liquid, and from the state of the paper, you can see when the fixing liquid was sprayed, and this painting may have been painted two years ago.

Schiller crouched down and handed the tablet back to Henry and said, "It's not good to take someone else's work, sir, it's unlikely that you painted it, and if you're going to move it elsewhere, be a little more careful, don't get it dirty, and cherish someone else's art." ”

Henry stared at Schiller again with that angry and incredulous expression, and the childish innocence on his face almost completely faded, leaving only hatred and indifference.

The next morning, Schiller, unsurprisingly, found in a corner of the garden bushes a painting of the Raven's Bell Tower, which had been trampled several times, thrown into the water, and crumpled into a ball.

What a born bad seed, Schiller thought, and so did I.

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