It was raining outside the umbrella. Except for the occasional car whistle or two, the sound of raindrops strangled all the sounds.

Lan Ling sat upright on the chair, stirring her two fingers constantly, as if she was a little shy.

If you want to draw the inner world, you must look at each other and feel the other person's eyes. Lan Ling, a girl who has not experienced the world, is naturally a little shy.

Lan Ling knew Rhode's style. No matter how Irving painted, he must be satisfied, otherwise Rhode would tear this poor guy to pieces.

Soon, Owen finished drawing. He put down his pencil, stared at his masterpiece on the drawing board, and mysteriously said to Lan Ling: "I really hope you keep it."

Lan Ling heard it for no reason.

After Owen framed the picture frame, he gave the painting to Lan Ling.

Lan Ling originally thought that Owen was a little pretentious, but after seeing the painting, he was stunned.

The content of the painting is very simple. It is a music box with a simple shape, a small room with a piano inside, and a prince dancing with the princess.

Lan Ling's nose felt sour, and she immediately cried with Hua in her arms, and her snot was flowing out. This was the first birthday gift given to her by the old man who created her. Although the painting was a bit different from the entity, it was still very similar in general, which evoked Lan Ling's memories.

"Don't worry, I did not gain your memory through some despicable means. This is just a concept taken from your inner world. I know that. The amount of information is very limited, not even comparable to a fairy tale. After all, it is completely impossible to understand other people's inner world."

Irving pressed his chin and looked at Lan Ling calmly, as if he was enjoying the still life used in sketching.

After hearing Irving's words, Lan Ling cried even harder, like a child, crying loudly, and his nose almost flowed out.

"Inner World!?"

Click!

Rhodes bit off one of his fingers with his teeth, and directly bit the bones, nails, and flesh into pieces, and the holes of his fingers were constantly swelling to the ground.

Rhode's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he began to get excited. He originally thought it was nonsense, but just fooling the idiots, but after seeing Lan Ling's reaction, he suddenly became interested.

Jack also began to restlessly and touched Lan Ling's chest. If Rhode was hostile and excited, Jack would fall into a violent state and might do things like strangling people. If he was not hostile and excited, Jack would have an inexplicable impulse.

"Stop messing around..."

Lan Ling grabbed Jack on her chest and threw it on the ground, hugging Hua in her arms, still sobbing.

Seeing Rhode's crazy behavior, Owen was a little confused. At this time, he noticed that Jack's shape was exactly the same as Rhode's palm! This hand was Rhode's!

Wow...

With blood on his fingers, Rhode looked at Owen excitedly and said, "Please be sure... be sure! Be sure to draw me, my inner world! There is a sound in my mind! Brain fluid is flowing... Can you... draw it for me? Draw the source of that sound and draw her!"

When Irving saw Rhode who was self-harm, he was a little stunned and began to hesitate, but a hint of desire arises in his heart. Yes, it is like a psychologist who likes to analyze the hearts of serial killers, and Irving is also eager to meet an existence beyond common sense.

"sure."

“I’m looking forward to it…very…very.”

Rhode gnawed his fingers one by one, with blood all over his gums and teeth, staring at Irving straight at me, which made Irving a little scared.

Half a minute later, Irving prepared the drawing board and all the tools to try to depict Rhode's inner world.

Irving is also one of the mutants.

Usually, people only have five senses, vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. Apart from that, they can never feel anything.

For example, a well-known shrimp has 16 cones and sees ten times more color types than humans. Humans can only see colors produced by the three primary colors of red, yellow and blue, and this shrimp can see some colors that do not exist in human cognition.

Irving has such a ability, a new sense, and can see not only colors and matters with his eyes, but also some other things. Since there is no detailed explanation of this ability in the book, he himself calls it spiritual vision. Spiritual vision can see the essence of things, the world, or human beings, the "real" side.

But even Irving himself is difficult to master this ability because it is too abstract and cannot be described in words. In his own words, it is just about extracting concepts.

Irving stared into Rhode's eyes, penetrated into Rhode's inner world, feeling the concept.

The inner world of a person is complex and chaotic. If you want to accurately extract concepts, you can only observe these mixed and disordered concepts together to make puzzles. Occasionally they will be spelled into the right shape. This is what Irving can get.

The concept of Blue Spirit is a piece of different regular polygons, which is a manifestation of simplicity and no scheming. Through the combination of these regular polygons, Owen found that these concepts occasionally form a music box, but this is extremely vague.

Some people always say that human imagination is infinite, in a broad sense, but in a narrow sense, human imagination has the limit of accuracy.

For example, when imagining a table, people do not imagine all the details of a table, so they convince themselves to imagine it. It is irrelevant to imagine the length and width ratio of the table, the texture material, including the accurate color. It seems that the imagination is very accurate, but it is actually very vague.

Even if you accurately imagine your mother's appearance, it is extremely difficult. You can't even imagine some details. You are just a vague shadow, and you can't even form something like a picture in your mind. It's just a vague phantom and an incomplete outline.

The same is true for Owen's spiritual vision. The other party's inner world is also extremely blurry. He only saw some details of the music box and then improved it. Therefore, although the music box drawn is generally similar to the music box in Lan Ling's memory, it actually has many differences.

And completely different from the concept of Blue Spirit, Rhode's concept...

Irving has never seen it before. He has penetrated into the inner world of countless people, but has never seen such a concept puzzle.

swirl……

swirl……

swirl……

Occasionally squeeze inward and occasionally expand and release.

Irving is going deeper...

Gradually deep into the vortex...

Irving's face turned pale. Even in the slightly cold weather on heavy rain, drops of sweat were secreted from his forehead, as if he had seen something extremely shocked.

Owen stopped his pen and looked at the content he drew.

swirl……

The things on the drawing are just simple vortexes outlined by lines. Irving has been attracted by the vortex, and even the things on the drawing are vortexes.

Click...

With a crisp sound, Owen tore the painting in his hand in half, threw it into the trash can beside him, then took out a piece of sketch paper again, entered Rhode's inner world again, and took out the concept belonging to Rhode.

A vortex...

Two vortexes...

Countless vortexes converge together, and the synthesis and differentiation of vortexes makes the lines messy and distort, which is an unregular rotation and distortion.

Irving giggled foolishly, never seeing such a scene.

Owen stopped his pen and looked at the content in the painting, just a bunch of unruly lines.

Irving was so angry that he looked almost crazy. He suddenly tore the painting to pieces, picked up a piece of sketch paper again, and began to draw it.

swirl……

Go deeper...

penetration……

A cave...

A bottomless abyss...

Just falling, falling constantly.

It's a long time, a long time.

In the world of concepts, it fell for a long time.

When it fell to an unknown depth, Irving suddenly heard a voice in his mind, which made Irving panic.

Tick ​​to...

It's like the sound of water drops.

Irving immediately left Rhode's inner world. He had never encountered such a situation before. He heard the sound for the first time.

"ah!"

Owen began to scream, and blood was overflowing from his eyes. The unruly and meaningless knowledge was about to break through his mind and burst out his brain capacity.

But it's fleeting.

"Black... ancient..."

Owen murmured two vague words, then knelt on the ground with a loud bang, spitting white foam out of his mouth, and crying blood in his eyes, as if he had suffered some blow.

Lan Ling's scalp was numb when she saw it and hugged Jack in fear.

Rhodes' eyes were full of obsession. He silently wrote down these two words and repeatedly recited them in his mind many times to consolidate his impression. Although he didn't know what it meant, it might be useful in the future.

Rhodes did not expect Irving to give him any decent answers to these two words.

Because Irving was already crazy at this time.

"I... have no talent!"

Irving's eyes were weeping and laughing, and he threw his easel and all the tools into pieces. He began to collapse on the ground like a mental patient and convulsed epilepsy and convulsed, and white foam was spilled out of his mouth.

"let's go."

Rhode said to Lan Ling.

"He...how's he?"

"No need to worry, he's gone crazy."
Chapter completed!