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Chapter 36 The Dove's Room, 00:47 am
Rosie stared blankly at the rain screen with her face up, wiped the rainwater dripping from her chin with the back of her hand, and planned to go upstairs to have a look.
That conceited and arrogant voice still seemed to be echoing in his ears, and he didn't quite understand why that person had the same face and the same voice as him.The other party seems to be imprisoned by some kind of order. If his consciousness remains awake, that person must fall into a deep sleep. Only when he is in a trance due to the blow, the other party's consciousness will emerge briefly.
The man declared that he would start a war.Rosie went around to the outside of the building, and while lightly climbing one window after another along the wall, she thought vaguelyβwar is a bad thing, so the other party is a shameless schemer?
No, such a measure would be too arbitrary.He kept thinking about what caused Mary and Jason's ending. In this tragedy, their personal factors have become insignificant. As the man in the hallucination said, it is "everything" that should change.
He had a subtle premonition that the man was like a lion whose claws had been pulled out, and was chained and trapped in his body. Once the restraints were released, the other party would burn everything like a prairie fire.
So should he give up his body to that arrogant man?
Rosie leaned on the window sill lightly, flipped inside, and stepped on the narrow window sill with both feet.He maintained his squatting posture, and was about to jump out of the window, but his vision was blurred by a group of pure white creatures flying towards him.
This is Jason's apartment. The window was wide open from the bottom, so he opened the window and came in, but unexpectedly bumped into a flock of pigeons.Rosie grabbed the window frame and moved away with the other hand in front of her face. The smell of bird droppings hit her, white feathers fluttered down, and the sound of flapping wings filled her ears.
They finally flew away, and Rosie put down her hands and looked into the room, and was stunned by the scene in front of herβthe whole room was densely packed with pigeons, their snow-white bodies stood out in the dim light, occupying the floor, easel, and desk, like a thick white carpet, surging in the room.
He tried to grab a smaller one, and easily held the warm feathers in his palm, but it fluttered its wings and flew to the rainy sky outside the window.
It looked like it hadn't been lived in for a while, Jason Ellis disappeared after killing Mary, and the windows were left open, making the apartment a shelter from the rain for the pigeons.Rosie climbed down the ledge carefully, touching the floor, afraid of stepping on them.
The pigeon stepped aside with his footsteps, jumped a little, and landed elsewhere with flapping wings.Rosie felt something was wrong under his feet. He picked it up and saw that it was a sketch. With the neon light coming in from the window, he could clearly see the silhouette of Mary painted on it.Sigh at the paint marks on the floor.
The date is marked in the lower right corner of the painting, which is seven years ago, and the edges of the paper are brittle and yellowed, dirty from being trampled by pigeons.Rosie picked up the second and third pictures from the floor... The floor was almost submerged by these paintings, all of them were Marys in different poses and expressions, most of them were sketches, besides there were scattered sketches and watercolorsAnd the oil painting, the date keeps changing in the corner, advancing backwards.
A gust of wind blew in, and the paper pages in the room vibrated and rattled.He followed the sound and looked up, only to find that the ceiling and the four walls were densely covered with drawing paper, and all he could see were portraits of Mary, as if sealing off a monster's room, strangely covered with spells.
Rosie turned on the night vision mode, and the lines and colors dissolved in the night became clear.Because of the darkness in the room, he only noticed the white dove before, but now standing in the middle of these paintings has to make people feel frightened.
They sway slightly in the wind on a rainy night, and the intertwined lines form a deep jungle.Rosie struggled to lift her head, walking among the pigeons, reading the date on the ceiling.
The date is getting closer and closer. During the seven years, Jason has painted a picture of Mary every day, almost without interruption, and they are all works full of love, seven years as one day.The picture did not suddenly become gloomy and crazy after Mary left, as Rosie guessed, Jason was still depicting the warm fantasy in his mind, or the Mary he saw in the news and advertisements.
Each of them was smiling and innocent, and although Rosie didn't know much about human emotions, she could sense what was going on.
There is a secret hidden in the painting that neither he nor Deng Huailing thought of - Jason never hated Mary.Paintings from those periods, even with Mary's bad words, reveal only sadness, not hatred.The woman in the painting overlooks him on a cruise ship on the sea, in the starry sky, and on the top floor of a towering building, her eyes are sad, but she is still beautiful.
Rosie bit her lip and scanned the screen more quickly by date, verifying her guess.Jason's paintings always tell of yearning, without any hateful content, until the time before the terrorist attack, the picture suddenly became crazy.
These paintings were lined up in the corner of the last wall, and Mary appeared with a hideous face, staring at him coldly, sometimes even without a human form, just some vague and terrifying color blocks.The background is a blood-red sky, and black magma falls into the cracks in the earth, full of despair.
Rosie thought for a moment, took them off the wall, and turned them over.The back of a painting is recorded in bright red paint: "I have been having a lot of dreams recently, and those dreams make me feel uneasy, so I draw them down..."
Next: "My physical condition is not very good, and I often have daydreams. In the dream, I killed Mary, and that feeling really broke my spirit..."
"I dreamed the same thing again... I think I must be crazy! I love her so much, why would I have such a terrible idea!" This paragraph was crossed out repeatedly, and then Jason added a sentence at the end,"She's a shameless whore, bitch. Kill her, she deserves it."
"I can't listen to them anymore, or I won't be able to control myself and kill someone. Help me..."
"Help me, save me..."
On the backs of the last few paintings, the same phrase is repeated mechanically.Rosie felt that all the strength in his body was being pulled away bit by bit. He supported the wall in despair, his knuckles turned white with force, and he lowered his head to let his long hair fall.
ββIt was not Jason's own will to kill Mary!He was manipulated by the "shu" by some means!
Rosie punched the paintings, furious.If the police hadn't killed Jason on the spot, perhaps Jason might still be exonerated. These paintings and body tests could all be evidence of being controlled by the "art".But now that Jason is dead, even if they help him clear his name, what's the point to the deceased?
He crouched against the wall, hugging his knees sadly, as if retracting into a shell.He didn't think about how "Shu" managed to manipulate human beings, nor did he delve into whether "Shu" had obtained the lock of the brain they were looking for. At this moment, he just deeply sympathized with Jason and Mary, and didReally feel sad for both of them.
There was a sudden sound from the direction of the door lock, and then the door opened.Rosie recovered from her sinking mood and stood up warily.
The light in the corridor drew a gold border on the figure of the person who came, and he was very familiar with that tall and straight silhouette, it was Deng Huailing.The bounty hunter walked in wet, startling the pigeons all over the ground.
Deng Huailing fumbled for the switch first, but Jason's apartment had already lost power, so he turned on the portable flashlight.The bright beam of light swayed and stood still in the corner of the room, on Rosie's face.
"As expected, you are here." Deng Huailing said softly, her voice was a little hoarse.He turned off the flashlight and walked towards him through the pigeons. Rosie felt sorry: "I'm sorry, Mr. Deng, I came here for some reason, and I didn't bother to tell you..."
He stopped talking, and opened his eyes slightly, because Deng Huailing embraced him in his arms and buried his head on his shoulder.The other party was dripping with cold rain, which flowed in along Rosie's collar, but the breath he exhaled was hot, and this temperature difference gave him the illusion of being burned.
Maybe it was because he had been in the rain for too long, or maybe too many things happened tonight, but he actually felt Deng Huailing trembling.Rosie tentatively asked, "... Mr. Deng?"
"It's okay." Deng Huailing's voice came muffled in the darkness, "It's just that it rained a lot and it's a bit cold."
"Then let me raise the body temperature a bit, and it won't be cold soon." Rosie adjusted the temperature module, and put her arms around her.There is rain and fog outside the window, and the colorful neon is like spilled paint, all poured into the house and smeared on the clean feathers of the pigeons.
Rosie turned her head slightly and stared at Deng Huailing, her eyes were also stained with color.
Deng Huailing slowly regained his composure and let go of Rosie."I knew you would come here." He said casually, as if to ease the atmosphere, "It turns out that I know you quite well."
"Why?" Rosie asked.
"There are still some doubts that haven't been investigated..." Deng Huailing noticed the few paintings on the table that Rosie took off, and flipped through them for a while, "Oh, it seems that you have completed the investigation."
He took those paintings and thought for a while, then connected all the clues together, and came to the same conclusion as Rosie: "Jason didn't kill Mary voluntarily."
"But it doesn't make sense," Rosie shook her head sadly. "They're all dead."
"At least we know that 'shu' is very likely to have some kind of technical means, even more advanced than CyberRose, and can affect human beings." Deng Huailing wanted to appear as calm as possible, "They are looking for the 'brain lock'β on the road faster than us.β
Rosie didn't speak, just looked at him unblinkingly.Deng Huailing was silent for a while, before losing ground: "Well, to Jason and Mary, it really means nothing."
They looked at the heavy rain outside the window in a low mood, Deng Huailing no longer pretended to be nonchalant, he pressed the center of his brows hard, closed his eyelids, almost feeling powerless.
The last time he felt powerless was a year ago when a government task force massacred his friends.No matter how powerful he is, he will never be able to protect everyone. He can only give up fighting, not think about right or wrong, cover his eyes and ears, and perform tasks indifferently and efficiently, turning himself into a machine.
But one problem haunted him like a nightmare.Deng Huailing looked at the rain curtain and asked in a low voice: "Rosie, can a person be judged by what he has done?"
"No." The bionic man answered him in the next second, without stating a reason, but said worriedly, "Mr. Deng, you look very... sad."
"Is there?"
"What do people usually do when they are sad?"
"They will go to drink, because after they are drunk, they will have sufficient excuses to cry, play tricks, roll on the ground, and not be laughed at by others." Deng Huailing was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on him, "Are youWant to have a drink with me?"
This chapter pays tribute to the pigeon-filled set in "Detroit: Become Human", but "Detroit" actually pays tribute to the ending plot of "Blade Runner", so it is a tribute to dolls.(?
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