People with extreme beliefs are sometimes difficult to understand by ordinary people, because normal people would never think that someone would have such thoughts. Maybe in Sophia's view, even the fallen angels should be high above, and she spied on the legend as a mortal, and painted the next picture of the seven fallen angels.
So if her oil model shows an interest in her in the process of her painting. It was like destroying all the pictures in her imagination, because the fallen angel who is really aloof should not have any feelings for her. Perhaps it was Adam Sugarman's preference for Sophia that became his reminder.
I looked at Sophia's outstretched hand in front of me, and after a while, I stood up and turned to look at Abid. At this time, he was also frowning at me, his expression suppressed and patient as if waiting for my decision.
"Mr. Abid, although I don't know what happened to you guys, it doesn't seem like the atmosphere is very good today." I acted ignorant, but my body language showed more confidence and reliance on Abid. Feel. "Why don't I come back another day."
Then I saw Abid's brows loosen, and when he turned to look at Sophia again, his expression was very happy. Because he felt that he finally won the toy grab game this time.
I also turned my head to see Sophia retracting her outstretched hand without seeming to be surprised, but there was no more anger on her face, instead it was more like 'I expected this to happen'. Before I could make any more guesses, Abed's phone suddenly rang.
Abid, who was in the midst of a quarrel, didn't want to pay attention, but after Sophia said with a smile, "You'd better answer this call." After that, he had to answer the phone call. The reason is worry.
As Abid's face became darker and darker after the call was connected, and the smile on the corner of Sofia's mouth became bigger and bigger, I knew that Abid was at a disadvantage again in this confrontation. Prepared and unprepared, Abid seems to be caught in a design plagiarism storm. His studio told him to rush back to deal with it immediately and show the evidence to the prosecutor.
"You actually falsely complained about my design plagiarism?!" Abid's face was flushed with anger, and the blue veins on his neck were showing. "How dare you... how dare you do this!!"
"Isn't that worried that you will destroy my creation again today?" Sophia's expression was calm compared to Abid's anger. "On the thirteenth of last month, I was supposed to finish the final draft. It turned out that Adam Sugarman, except for his hair, has no resemblance to the real fallen angel I imagined, Anil. ."
"So, this time I don't want to miss another month." Sophia spread her hands and said, "In order to meet the theme, my creation must be completed on the thirteenth of every month. If you want to make trouble on this day, I can only find something else for you to do. Bye."
Then she turned to me and said, "Come with me, Brian. This time Abid is busy with his business, so you don't have to worry about the awkwardness we'll keep arguing about. And it's done sooner. , you can also go back earlier, can't you?" After she finished speaking, she smiled slightly and looked a little weird, and turned around and walked towards the studio first.
I was hesitating whether I should continue to choose to refuse, and follow Abid to return to the city, and then I will have a long-term discussion with Dillon after returning. But according to the current situation, even if I want to call the police after I go back and say that Sophia may have killed Adam Sugarman, it is impossible. At that time, we will only suffer from the lack of evidence and will not be able to open the case.
There are no cases without bodies, a quote from Sheriff Harry to Dexter that applies to all local police stations. If the police began to investigate a homicide because the person who called the police suspected that the person had killed someone, it would be a waste of manpower and material resources.
So I've come to this point, when I'm so close to the truth, I can't get away. Rejecting Abid's offer to take me back to the city, I chose to follow Sophia into her studio. An 'outdoor' studio with perfect lighting, constructed of clear glass on three sides and the ceiling.
In the center of the studio, in addition to the messy painting tools and oil paints, there is a drawing board nearly two meters high and wide that can draw models that are equal to their heights. A snow-white canvas has been prepared on the drawing board, and the place opposite a glass wall is a display that has been prepared for a long time. Medieval wine jars and utensils realistically filled with red wine and fresh fruits such as grapes and apples.
After Abid left, Sophia communicated with me about the pose and rest time I was going to take while drinking and chatting with me. Take a break every hour at the earliest, because she is lying on her side among those furnishings, so if she can hold the position longer, it will help her to complete the outline faster.
After communicating this with her, I had already drank three glasses of white wine and felt a little hot on my face, probably because of alcohol. But Sophia said she didn't mind, she preferred my relaxed state.
"I can see that you take care of your hair very well, and we don't have to do any extra effort. You can take off your clothes when you're ready and walk over. I'll adjust your posture for you first, if Tell me if you're not feeling well." Sophia shook the goblet in her hand, there was still some wine left in it. Because not emptying the wine glass is a ceremonial act.
She put the glass on the table beside the easel and stood there with her arms crossed, looking at me in a waiting position. "The best pose is one that you feel comfortable with, and I don't want to be questioned whether it looks natural or not."
"Of course, Ms. Sophia." A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, seemingly submissive. But inside, I couldn't help but feel a kind of disgust towards her, which I couldn't control. This woman is more dominant than Abid and doesn't care about the other person's feelings. And I've never been the kind of person who is willing to be at a disadvantage in a relationship.
Under Sophia's gaze, I smiled and took off my clothes one by one in a natural manner, until I finally had no strands on my body. Then walked barefoot into her pre-arranged set, moving slowly and looking very laid-back. In the midst of these movements, out of the corner of my eyes, I kept observing her expression.
Sure enough, as I walked into her set, the expression on her face also turned abnormally red because of excitement and excitement. The hands that hang naturally on both sides, as if holding something in the void. If Abid was still under rational management when he was at work, Sophia completely changed after entering the state.
And me, the carrier of her imaginary seventh fallen angel, Anil, is the last missing part of the picture she constructed, and now fills her fantasy picture. As long as she continues in this state, when she completely loses herself in the illusion in her mind, I can definitely catch her clues about Adam Sugarman's disappearance.
"Is this posture okay, Sophia?" Lying on his side on the ground with only a thin layer of silk spread out as a backdrop, resting one hand behind his head in a relaxed state. After entering the set, I omitted the lady's title when she was unknowingly pregnant. Because angels always look down at humans from the top down, don't they
"It's great, my Anil." Sophia replied with a dazed expression, one hand on her face, biting the nail on her little finger nervously. "How comfortable and laid-back you look, it would be even more charming if you could make the picture more seductive."
"Of course, it's not that kind of vulgar temptation." She explained in a hasty tone: "Anil has the power to lead mortals to fall. He taught human desires, but he disdains it. What a proud and elegant soul. Ah, seduces the hearts of all, and then crushes them..."
Did she still ask her oil model to do some emotional performance? It seems that what Abid said can't help but be absolutely right, Sophia's request is not completely natural. She asked that it was just that the model should use the most natural acting skills to show an image that was similar to the angel she imagined.
Sophia now seems to me like a paradoxical aggregate. In front of outsiders, she behaves like an indifferent and inhumane strong woman, but she prefers crazy artists when she paints. She sometimes contradicts herself in what she says. For example, after asking the model to act as natural as possible, it is changed to act out a certain emotion instead of going with the flow.
A few thoughts ran through my mind, and finally I chose to pull over the white silk on one side of the set, with a corner hidden between my legs, half propped up my upper body and leaned forward, leaning towards Sophia's position, my eyes no longer looking at A place of emptiness, but Ruo Ruoruo surrounds her body. An atmosphere of refusal and welcome, I think this is the performance of Anil she wants.
"That's right, that's right!" Sophia smiled with satisfaction, clapped her hands lightly, and then quickly walked to the drawing board and picked up the brush. "Keep it like this, let me record you. You will be the most perfect Anil!"
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Time passed by minute by minute, I kept this posture that required arm strength to support my body for an unknown period of time, knowing that my upper body was a little numb due to poor blood flow, and I had no choice but to say: "Sophia, I can Have you rested? This position is not very comfortable."
When I called her for the first time, she didn't respond, but she was still completely immersed in her own world, with the sketches and outline pencils still swaying. It wasn't until I called out several times in a row that she noticed me talking when she looked up.
"Sophia, can I take a break?" I gestured with my right hand supporting my upper body.
"Of course..." A sudden smile appeared on her face, and she nodded again and again. Then I looked at her and looked down at the watch on her wrist, "It's been an hour and a half, you can rest for fifteen minutes. Is that enough?"
"Enough, I just want to give this hand a break." I sat up and shook my hand, and then I was about to stand up and move my body a bit, and talk to her in a cliché or something.
But Sophia suddenly shouted, "Don't stand up! You must stay there when you are resting! Otherwise my inspiration will disappear, you are the carrier of Anil and can't leave when I am halfway through recording! "Her voice was very harsh and sharp, and I was so frightened that I suddenly moved.
If I say, Sophia's appearance is more than normal. A series of performances in her paintings are like sleepwalking with her eyes open. Is it true that she hides well in normal times, but there are signs of schizophrenia in her