Vol 2 Chapter 2518: Gallery and specimen room

Chapter 2518 Gallery and Herbarium
Angel used his mental power to perceive the approximate distribution of the structure in the castle.
After the perception, Angel's face became slightly heavy.
"My lord, did you find anything?" Ms. Merlot was very careful in her observation, and immediately noticed the change in Angel's expression. On the surface it is a question of discovery, but more of a word of concern.
Angel: "It's nothing, I have found my way to the upper level. Come with me."
Angel didn't say much, he turned to lead the way.
Because of the matter of the human body turntable just now, everyone was still in a trance at this time, and they all actively became silent, but quietly followed Angel.
Soon, they came to a corridor.
Occasionally there are servants with bowed heads passing by in the corridor, but in general, this corridor is at least relatively calm to everyone.
However, this is just what they think.
On both sides of the corridor, there are occasional paintings. There is no discomfort in the content of the painting, but it shows some innocent taste.
When everyone looked at these paintings, their mood seemed to calm down a little, and some people whispered to discuss which paintings look good.
Only Sybil noticed that when Ms. Mello looked at the painting, her brows wrinkled slightly.
Sybil used to learn etiquette from Ms. Merlot and spent a lot of time together. She admired and understood this elegant and calm teacher. Ms. Melo pays attention to etiquette, and frowning is a kind of behavior, unless it is a deliberate performance of some aristocratic banquets being treated for no reason, otherwise it would be a little impolite to do this when there are people.
Sybil could see that Ms. Merlot's frown was a subconscious movement. She didn't seem to like those paintings, even...somewhat disgusted.
After reaching this conclusion, Sybil looked at the corridor paintings with a little more distraction.
When passing by another painting that looked full of sunshine and rain, Sybil whispered: "Can I touch this painting?"
Sybil's question was naturally Ms. Mello, but before Ms. Mello could respond, Angel stopped first: "Why do you want to touch this painting? Because you like it?"
Sybil opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. In fact, she didn't find anything, she just wanted to find out why Ms. Merlot disliked these paintings, and whether these paintings are a bit strange.
Seeing Sybil's hesitant performance, Angel probably understood that Sybil shouldn't know the truth yet, maybe he had noticed something from some details.
Thinking of this, Angel whispered softly: "You can touch it if you want, there is no mechanism in these paintings."
Sybil glanced at Ms. Merlot again, but Ms. Merlot avoided her look and remained silent.
Sybil paused for two seconds, and under the trend of curiosity, she reached out and touched the sun and rain painting.
After touching it, Sybil's expression was slightly confused.
However, without waiting for Sybil to say anything, Angel turned around: "After touching it, continue walking, don't delay."
Everyone followed, perhaps it was Sybil's act of painting that attracted Angel's attention. This group of talented people who did not detect the abnormality began to be curious about the painting. However, they didn't dare to touch them at will, they could only move closer to Sybil, hoping to get answers from Sybil.
Fatty asked first, but Sybil ignored him at all. In other words, Sybil basically ignored other talents, especially men, along the way.
It's not that it has a shadow on men, it is simply that men at this age, twelve or thirteen-year-olds, are too naive. Especially a teenager with gauze on his hands is not only naive, but also daydreaming.
The fat man saw Sybil ignore him. Although he was a little angry, he didn't dare to have an attack. The relationship between Sybil and Ms. Mello was in their eyes.
But they were really itchy, really curious about what Sybil had touched, so the fat man looked at Amesha who was aside.
Amesha is not as cold as Sybil, she and other people can communicate and get along peacefully, but with a distance.
Amesha understood the look in the fat man's eyes.
In fact, she was also curious about the paintings. After thinking about it, she walked up to Sybil and whispered: "It has nothing to do with other people. I'm just curious. What did you find in those paintings?"
Sybil didn't have much opinion on Amesha, and thought for a while and said: "Actually I didn't find anything..."
Amesha was stunned for a moment: "Then when you just touched the painting, why did you look suspicious?"
Sybil did not conceal it, and bluntly said: "I just think the drawing paper does not feel like ordinary paper. It is very gentle and smooth, and feels good. Because I usually paint, I still have some understanding of drawing paper. I haven't touched this type of paper, it's probably some kind of high-end drawing paper that I can't touch at my level."
Sybil meant that this might be some kind of drawing paper that only exists in the wizarding world.
After she finished speaking, she looked at Ms. Merlot specifically, hoping to get an answer from Ms. Merlot.
However, Ms. Melo didn't seem to hear their conversation and still did not speak.
Ms. Merlot's performance made Sybil even more curious. Relying on the relationship of the former student of Ms. Merlot, Sybil came to Ms. Merlot and directly asked about the doubts in her heart.
Ms. Melo couldn’t see it, she sighed in her heart, and she still spoke, but she didn’t point it out, but made a bend: "I remember that before you left, I followed your mother to meet your mother. Is your brother in your arms?"
Sybil nodded.
"Have you hugged your brother?" Ms. Merlot's voice was very soft, almost inaudible.
But Sybil was by her side and still heard what Ms. Merlot said.
Her younger brother was born at the end of last year, and he was still at the stage of a harmless infant, not to the point of distastefulness. Sybil naturally hugged him. However, Sybil did not understand. What did Ms. Merlot mean when she said this suddenly?
"If you recall the feeling when you hugged your brother, you will understand."
Sybil repeated in a low voice, "How did you feel when you hugged your brother?"
Delicate, moist, light and soft, with a little effort, the delicate skin can leave a red mark, but the hand feel is definitely a good one.
Feel? Gentle? exquisite? !
Sybil raised her head suddenly and looked at Ms. Merlot with a startled look: "Is it the touch of the skin?"
Sybil looked back at this long corridor. There was a painting every few steps, and there were at least dozens or even hundreds of paintings in total: "Aren't these all?"
Now that Ms. Merlot has said this, she is not hiding it, and nodded: "It's all, and it's all paintings made with the skin of a baby's back."
Hearing this, not only Sybil was shocked and speechless, the other talented people were also speechless.
According to this logic, isn’t the size of the painting the same as the age of the baby?
Then the smaller the painting, it means that the baby may have just been born, or has not even reached his age?
Thinking of this, they looked at a painting nearby.
The size of the painting is about the size of an adult's two palms, and it is still counted as a woman. The painting pair is very small, and there is an innocent and lovely child painted on it... But at this time, no one feels that there is a bit of innocence in this painting.
Looking at the happy smile of the child in the painting, Amissa even covered her mouth, tending to vomit.
The situation of other people is similar to that of Amesha. Even if there is no physical injury, the psychological shock is difficult to overcome in a short time. It may even be remembered for several years or decades...
At this time, Angel, who was at the forefront, hadn't changed his complexion at all, but it was difficult for outsiders to know what he thought in his heart.
Angel: "Is this what you call art?"
The end of the soul tie: "Huh? What did you see? The gallery or the specimen corridor?"
Angel: "Gallery."
Dorks: "Oh, those paintings made with skin? How can I say, in the perverted field, maybe it is art. But in my opinion, it is barely enough."
Angel: "So, do you think you are not a pervert?"
Dorks: "I haven't reached that level. But to be honest, these perverts that play with the human body are actually very small and pediatric. I have seen a Karabit wizard's laboratory, and that is what really makes me big. Eye-opener, those..."
"I don't want to hear these irrelevant details." Angleton paused: "Then what art did you talk about before? The human body turntable?"
Dorks: "Of course not. Didn't I show you my imitation before? That is art!"
"The Hanged Man?" Angel wondered.
Dorks replied with some excitement: "Your ultimate goal is not the two talented people. If you understand me, you will understand why I say that it is art! I believe you understand me. After all, we are Friends."
Perhaps because he felt that this sentence was a bit too arbitrary, Dox quickly added: "Of course, he doesn't understand me, he is also a friend. There is a proper spiritual distance between friends, just like a couple, there will be more room for reverie. "
Angel: "..." Reverie space? Think about the space!
I ignored Dorks, but the conversation with Dorks relieved Angel's gloomy heart a little bit. He is also a little curious now, what kind of art Docks called?
Under such art, can Blazer and Colosse survive?
...
After walking past the human skin gallery that made everyone creepy, they finally saw the upward staircase.
Every third step, there is a person standing on the side. From here, there are about eight people.
These people are holding all kinds of strange things, or weird clothes, or shoes with steel spikes, or bear knives with blood grooves...
There is no doubt that they all serve the emperor.
When the emperor goes up to the second floor, she will probably change clothes on the side of this ladder and go upstairs?
Although there were people on the stairs, the strength of these people was not too high, and Angel took everyone upstairs, and no one noticed it.
After arriving on the second floor, Angel turned directly to the right and entered a corridor again.
There is no painting in this corridor, but a few pots of splendid flowers are occasionally placed on both sides. These flowers are either poisonous or carnivorous.
The role is self-evident.
There are illusions to cover up, but everyone did not see the power of these flowers. However, after Ms. Merlot's explanation, everyone finally let go of their hearts and hanged again.
Sure enough, it is impossible to be simple in every place in the Imperial Palace.
With this thought, everyone came to the end of the flower gallery, where there was a double door. Beside the door, with a love label, he wrote the function behind the door: Specimen room.
The font is crooked, like it was written by a child.
When everyone saw the word "specimen", they were a little confused. What would the specimen of the Royal Castle be? All kinds of human bodies?
While the others were still making psychological preparations, Angel did not hesitate and opened the door.
It is said to be a specimen room, but it is actually a specimen corridor, with the stairs on the third floor at the end. The emperor’s room is on the third floor, so this specimen room has to be visited again.
When Angel and Docs were chatting before, they clearly mentioned the gallery and specimen corridor.
At least, in the eyes of Docs, the two are estimated to go hand in hand.
What will the specimen here be?
When Angel walked in and saw the first glance, his pupils shrank slightly. Even if I have guessed, when I actually see it, I still can't control my emotions.
I saw that the walls on both sides were densely packed with heads.
These heads are all babies. There are men and women, as well as various skin colors, arranged in a certain color spectrum, which is not only a certain obsessive-compulsive disorder, but also a perverted obsession.
Even Angel almost showed his emotions, and the others couldn't.
There are retching, soft legs, and even crying.
It's because they haven't eaten anything in the past few days, otherwise they have to vomit. However, they still vomited some bile, but under Angel's control, they were all evaporated by Earl's fascination.
Ms. Merlot's face is also ugly, even if she is not afraid of human heads, she will probably be approached by intensive phobia.
Looking at the people who couldn't move, Angel sighed, and added some power that can calm emotions to the illusion around them.
Although it was effective in calming emotions, everyone was still pale and did not dare to step forward. Because these babies' heads and eyes are open, walking in the middle, as if being watched by them.
"Let me go, and other people with weak legs are supporting me. You have to watch if you don't want to see it." Ms. Merlot said in a stern tone: "Or, do you want the emperor who has finished eating to serve you?"
Maybe it was Ms. Melo's threat that worked, and everyone walked in.
The specimen corridor is about the same length as the gallery. Along the way, Angel has some understanding of what is called abnormal "art".
In the beginning, it was just a baby's head. Later, the age grew, from children to teenagers, to youth, middle-aged, and the last part of the road.
And these people's expressions are also crying and laughing, and they are treated specially, just like living people.
The overall transition is very natural, and the hair color and skin color are sorted according to the color spectrum. Ignoring the "head" point, the color of the entire corridor is very bright and...lively.
However, this "art" probably knows very few people. At least this time, among the talented people, there was no one who could understand.
Perhaps the Guina and Fonman that Angel brought back would understand?
Walking through this bright but inexplicably depressing corridor, a third-story staircase appeared before their eyes.
There is no one on this ladder, but there are organs on the ladder. You must go to the right place to get to the third floor, otherwise the mechanism will be triggered and you will fall into a kitchen with broken bones on the lower floor.
As for these locations that would not trigger the mechanism, Angel glanced around, and probably knew the situation.
All correct positions are some walking and jumping positions. Sometimes left and right, sometimes separated by a ladder.
From the point of view, it is very similar to the jumping route of some mentally handicapped children.
(End of this chapter)