Many times, people's thoughts are free. Although they may be guilty of blasphemy, it is a completely different concept than falling into words.

When you write words, no matter what form they are in, the moment you put pen to paper, there is a certain possibility that they will be read by others.

However, this hesitation did not last long. Karen began to write and wrote a title:

"The Divine Enlightenment is actually a scam."

“Man can even deceive himself, but can’t God?”

When writing this sentence, Karen's pen hesitated slightly on this paragraph, and finally drew a horizontal line on this paragraph, but did not add the second and third items, and did not add this paragraph.

The words were erased.

Continue writing:

“God will cover your eyes and tell you that there is a cliff ahead;

God will cover your ears and tell you that evil spirits are roaring around you;

God will erase your limbs and tell you that you are lonely, hesitant, and helpless;

God will make you cry because He has a handkerchief in His hand to wipe your tears;

God will guide you in the right direction when you are lost, but he will never tell you that you are actually on the right path;

If you have been told since birth that the sky is dark, the grass is blue, and the clouds are red;

Then, in your perception, the sky is black, the grass is blue, and the clouds are red.

You are right, because you will say that the sky and the sea are the same color, the grass and the shade of the trees are the same color, and the clouds and the white sand are the same color.

Therefore, God is not wrong.

When you choose to believe in and worship God,

God is the supreme."

Karen stopped writing, and after a while, continued writing:

"God, why do you lie?"

"God, what are you afraid of?"

"God, is he the so-called 'god'?"

suddenly,

The tip of the pen began to tremble,

It wasn't because the pen was shaking, but because Karen's hands were shaking, and Karen's teeth were also chattering.

He began to take deep breaths continuously,

But the deeper I breathed, the heavier the feeling of fatigue became;

he knows,

I need a rest, I need a rest very much.

But Karen still gritted her teeth, suppressed her trembling wrists, and wrote the last sentence:

"After I become a god, no one is allowed to follow the same path as me?"

Finished writing,

Close the notebook,

drop the pen,

Karen's head was on one side, asleep.

…

"How is Master Cullen?" Old Anderson asked Eunice who came downstairs.

"He needs to rest, but everything else is fine."

"Oh, that's good." Old Anderson was a little confused, "How does the young master's body feel..."

"I think it may be because the young master helped me with my medical treatment that he overdrafted." Mike, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said guiltily.

Mr. Bader said: "That's how it should be."

"In short, the young master's health must be taken care of. Eunice, please pay more attention." Old Anderson instructed.

"Yes, Grandpa."

"Well, let's all keep busy. The funeral can't be delayed."

"Okay, Father."

"Okay, Father."

After everyone dispersed, Eunice caught up with her father.

"Father."

"What's wrong?"

"Karen asked me to give you this paint."

"Oh, paint?"

Bede took the paint from his daughter's hand. The moment he held it in his hand, his body shook slightly, but he still managed to stay calm and said:

"When Master Karen wakes up, I will go and thank him in person."

"He wants his father to help him paint a painting. I think this paint should be a reward."

"Oh, really, I understand, of course it's no problem. By the way, if you need to go to the maid and housekeeper's place, you can see how they've put away the silverware."

"I understand, father."

After watching his daughter walk away, Mr. Bede hurriedly walked into the basement with the paint in hand, opened the door of his studio with the key, and then immediately locked it.

Servants at home, even family members, would not actually enter his studio, but this lock was not to prevent outsiders from coming in, but to give himself a psychological hint.

Bede sat down in front of the blank easel, twisted the paints in his hands, and began to mix colors on the paint tray. After preparations were completed, he immediately started painting.

He paints very quickly, with almost no need to think or pause. Rather than painting, it is better to say that he is developing the "negative" in his mind.

soon,

The picture gradually began to appear.

Allen Castle, a simple and elegant building;

The focus and perspective are at the door and on the steps, where a young blond man is sitting, seemingly taking a nap, but his expression is one of struggle and pain;

There was a person standing in front and behind the young man to protect him.

As the painting progresses, each character begins to become clearer. This is actually the perspective of Mr. Bede who was standing there before.

Karen sat on the steps of "Divine Enlightenment" with others standing around.

Even the busy servants in the distance and even the cat and dog in the corner were drawn by Mr. Bede.

When the painting came to this point, Mr. Bede put down his brush and stood up;

He began to pace nervously back and forth in front of the easel, and even began to chew his nails.

"What has changed, what is wrong, what should not be, what is wrong."

Mr. Bede began to talk to himself, as if he was in some kind of hysteria.

suddenly,

He walked to a painting covered by a white cloth and lifted the white cloth.

In this painting, the Allen Manor is also painted, but the sky is blood-colored and the lower part is completely dark.

In the manor, many people fell to the ground, with expressions of pain and wailing on their faces. At the windows, there were also many people who wanted to escape, but were pulled back by something inexplicable.

This is a human tragedy, no, a tragedy at Allen Manor.

Behind the castle in the painting, there is a black shadow extending out. It is unclear what it is, but it gives people a strange and depressing feeling.

It is very tall and long, and it can be seen that black vine-like existences are constantly extending, like the tentacles of a devil, catching their own supplies.

In that black mist, you could vaguely see a few human faces that had been almost submerged.

When he saw this painting, Mr. Bede became less nervous, his face calmed down, and his breathing began to become even.

In fact, every painting in the studio is not signed, because Mr. Bede has no plans to hold his own private exhibition, so naturally there is no such thing as a stamp.

But on each piece of white cloth, the date is marked in the corner with a pen.

The painting "Tragedy at Allen Manor" was created a year ago.

"Hehehe...hehe..."

A smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Bede's face, and he seemed to be very satisfied with the painting.

Then, while laughing, he walked to another painting next to him and lifted up the white cloth on it.
To be continued...