The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"You said you can draw, so what kind of paintings do you often draw?" Natasha asked as she fiddled with the fishing line in her hand, as if she had nothing to say.

"I can draw any subject, but most of them are charcoal and pencil drawings, because it is a bit troublesome to pack the paint, so I prefer sketches with a large area of ​​blank space."

Natasha nodded, and then Schiller continued: "I happened to have paper and charcoal with me. May I have the honor of asking you to be my model?"

"You'd better not expect me to stay here quietly for a long time." Natasha shook her head and said, "I've already passed the age of not eating, drinking or sleeping for the sake of romance. Am I acting like an old lady?"

"It's still the same sentence, we are all remnants of the past, keep this posture as still as possible, just 10 minutes."

Schiller took out a sketch pad from the luggage bag, wrapped a charcoal strip in a tissue and began to draw on the paper.

Not even 10 minutes later, Natasha saw Schiller handing over the drawing board, she was a little surprised and said, "So fast?"

Schiller's painting speed made Natasha not have high expectations for the level of this painting, because in her layman's eyes, the painting should be more detailed and higher-level as it is painted for longer. This kind of ten-minute sketch is inevitably somewhat sloppy.

But when she saw the portrait on the paper, Natasha was stunned. The face of the beautiful woman outlined on the paper was not scribbled at all, and her hair was jet-black, which made her cheeks extra bright. The shadow was kneaded charcoal powder, which was rich at first, but finally had a gray transparency, very much like the shadow under the light.

There are very few colored parts and a lot of white space, but under the high-intensity light and dark contrast, the contrast of light becomes stronger.

"God." Natasha said in shock, "You can draw so well!"

"It's an excellent way to fool the layman."

Schiller's words made Natasha couldn't help but look at him. Schiller smiled and continued: "Actually, the details are far worse. Using strong light and shade to shape the volume will make the impact of the picture very strong, and most laymen without professional knowledge can only feel the impact of the picture."

"It's quite impactful." Natasha looked down at the painting again, but even if she carefully screened it, she really couldn't see any missing details. After all, she had never studied art, and her memory of the works in the exhibition hall she had seen was not very clear.

The painting gave her the first feeling of "likeness", and the second feeling of "beauty", and these two feelings are enough for ordinary people without professional knowledge to judge this painting as a professional work.

"Look at this." Strange turned over a piece of draft paper and showed it to Stark next to him. The moment Stark saw the painting, his pupils constricted, as if seeing a bright light.

It was a female portrait with a strong sense of light. The large areas of charcoal shadows made the blank area in the middle look like a beauty's face at noon. The facial features were hazy and the details could not be seen clearly, but it was quite atmospheric.

"Schiller probably doesn't know how to draw, right?" Although Stark said a question, he used an affirmative tone. He recalled for a while, and then said: "I asked him to help me draw an auxiliary line for the part drawing, and he drew it crookedly."

"Don't you know how to draw?" Strange glanced at Stark, then looked at the painting and said, "How's the level of this painting?"

"Industrial drawing and this are completely different things." Stark shook his head and said: "Or two opposite extremes. Industrial drawing requires complete accuracy, which is no different from mathematical calculations, but art pays attention to the rendering of atmosphere. The more hazy and evocative it is, the better."

But Stark still looked down at the painting and said: "In my opinion, this painting has done it all. Although he didn't draw the facial features very clearly, it still makes us feel that the model is a beauty."

Strange turned over another piece of draft paper, and then another similar picture from another angle. He flipped through several sheets of paper in succession, and found that they were all like this, with a strong sense of light, a hazy portrait, and an atmosphere full of beauty, but he just couldn't see who the model was at all.

"This should be drawn by the original Schiller, right? His dream lover." Stark simply sat down on the ground, and began to flip through the paintings one by one and said, "He didn't commit suicide out of love, did he?"

But at this moment, Strange found an unusual test report on the side of the bottom of the box. He glanced at it and said, "Scan of the brain region... Pre-examination for schizophrenia? Originally, Schiller had schizophrenia?"

Strange rummaged through the box again and found more paintings, but this time the style of the paintings became a little weird.

Originally, there were thick black hair or a white face set off by a black background, making the model in the painting look extraordinarily sacred, but the folded painting in Strange's hand was completely reversed, the hair was thin, a few lines were outlined, the background was completely blank, and the facial features were very carefully depicted, but every organ was covered with dense shadows, with only a very thin bit of white space.

"Who is this?" Stark squinted and looked at the painting in Strange's hand. He could see that the facial features of this woman were not black, but her face was covered with too much ink, and her entire face was covered in shadows.

They compared the two paintings and found that the hairstyle and face shape were basically the same, but the painting method was different. Strange then looked back and found that the paintings behind were getting more and more weird.

The originally blurred facial features gradually became clear, sometimes revealing the content, sometimes ferocious and bloodthirsty, but often with a strange tenderness or a slight temptation of desire.

"He may really have some mental problems." Strange looked up and down the painting and said, "This may be a hallucination he saw when he was mentally ill. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the style of the painting changed so suddenly and there are so many details of expression."

"Artists are crazy."

"The problem is he's not an artist, he's a therapist."

Stark had nothing to say, he stared at those weird paintings with a little trepidation in his heart, so he folded them all back into the box, stood up and re-entered the bedroom.

There was a desk in the bedroom. Stark went to the desk and casually flipped through the books on the shelf, his eyes fixed on the name of one of them - "How We Took Death".

Stark's finger was drawn across the spine of the book, and Strange came behind him, staring at the names of those books and said, "Even if death education is an indispensable part of life, don't these books mention death too many times?"

"Maybe he wanted to commit suicide a long time ago." Stark seemed a little silent, with a slightly sad tone: "In any case, a crazy suicide tortured by mental illness is worthy of sympathy."

"Is it really a mental illness?" Strange seemed to have thought of something, he quickly walked back to the living room, stood in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, magic power spread from his whole body.

"What are you doing?" Stark asked.

Strange didn't respond. After a few minutes of silence, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Stark with a serious expression and said, "There is a breath of death here."

"Yeah, after all, he is dead..."

"No, it's not that death, it's the real 'death'." Strange turned around and looked up and down the room and said, "The breath is very, very thin, it should have been quite a while."

"The goddess?" Stark asked a little surprised.

"Don't tell me you don't know, death can entangle certain beings, let them see hallucinations similar to the lover in their dreams, and then make them provide him with more deaths, Thanos is one of them."

Strange half-kneeled on the ground again, took out the paintings in the box, and said, "According to Rocky's description of his experiences, Thanos once mentioned that he had seen a beautiful woman guide him to a desolate and deep country several nights. She said that there would be their love nest, as long as he could keep her appointment."

"Death seduced Schiller??!!" Stark said in disbelief, but soon he seemed to react: "Wait, I always feel that something is wrong, about Schiller's strong interest in death."

"Why does he have to negotiate terms with death every time, no matter how big or small it is? There are thousands of ways that are simpler than that..."

Strange looked around again, and speculated: "The original Schiller may have been affected by death and chose to commit suicide to attend her appointment. That is to say, the first person that the later Dr. Schiller met was not me, but Death."

"This can also explain why he is so interested in death all the time, and even took a part of his soul to go to her appointment several times...God, they shouldn't be dating?!"

Strange slowly narrowed his eyes. In fact, anyone who has experienced several of Schiller's big plans in a row can find that he has a different interest in death, which is completely beyond the scope of interest that a god should have.

Here, both of them fell into a blind spot of thinking. The preconceived impression that Schiele could not paint made them feel that the paintings that appeared in Schiele's previous residence could only be left by the previous Schiele. Combined with wine bottles and drugs, it was inevitable that all this would be brought into the conjecture of the down-and-out and crazy artist.

Reminiscent of some small details that have long been doubted in the past, it is easy to make people have a thought of "you see, I have said something wrong".

Human beings are quite good at bringing their existing situation into various inaccurate descriptions, which is the same as how Baidu started to see a doctor for cancer, and it is also the same as when you do an emotional test and feel that those adjectives are very suitable for you.

"We have to ask Loki." After thinking for a while, Strange said: "She is the only one who has more dealings with Thanos. We should ask Thanos whether the paintings in these paintings really represent death."

At this time, Luo Ji was still flipping through the picture album in Schiller's bedroom, but she suddenly heard a slight thunder coming from beside her. Luo Ji seemed to be used to it, sighed helplessly, closed the picture album in her hand and looked towards the balcony, and indeed Thor was standing there.

"Why are you still here?" Thor said, poking his head through the balcony window. "Frigga has been looking for you everywhere. You are the protagonist of her old blind date plan."

Speaking of this, Luo Ji was even more helpless, while Thor waved his hand outside and said: "How do you say that, mother is always right, you should know that running is useless, right?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered to see where it was. Thor took another two steps back, glanced outside the building, saw the familiar door, and said in surprise, "Isn't this Dr. Schiller's clinic? Where are others? What are you doing here?"

"I'll come in and take a look."

Thor was the only one who reacted faster than anyone else in this aspect. There was an alarm bell in his mind, and he even completely disregarded the image of the God King, and turned over from the balcony window at the fastest speed.

First glanced at the neatly folded quilts, Thor breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the fairly tidy surroundings, and before he breathed a sigh of relief, Thor's eyes fell on Luo Ji's face.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'll come over for a visit, and it's approved."

Thor took two steps forward, his burly body squeezed Luo Ji to the point that there was almost no place to stand, his eyes passed Luo Ji's shoulder, and stayed on the picture album on the table.

Thor glanced at Luo Ji, turned sideways and was about to reach for the picture book, with a "snap", the other hand pressed the end of the picture book, Luo Ji turned her head and looked at Thor through the gaps in her hair and said, "This is Dr. Schiller's personal property, and it cannot be moved around at will."

"Then why did you move?"

"I have given permission."

Thor's eyes became more and more suspicious, he stared into Luo Ji's eyes and said, "Let go, let me see."

"no……"

"let go!"