Dangerous Aesthetics

"Open a safe."

"And what's in the safe?"

"The tsar egg of the Russian empress Ekaterina."

"Why do you want to get this Easter egg?"

This question made Oliwen's eyes dim. After a few seconds, he said slowly: "In order to return this easter egg to its original owner."

David could tell from the other party's expression that the questions he could ask had come to an end, and if he continued to ask, it would be something Olivan couldn't confide in.

David looked into the other person's eyes. As Olivan said, David was sensitive to other people's feelings, just like at this moment he clearly felt the bitterness and pain in Olivan's heart.

He wanted to hide this pain in the deepest part of his heart, and even wanted to forget it, but he couldn't help but miss it because he cherished it so much.

If it's to heal your pain, then well, I'll stay here to help you do what you want.

"I see." David paused, "Just don't let me complete the first step like when I dealt with Horton, but don't know what the second step is."

Olivan stood up, and he reached out and rubbed David's head.

This is the most gentle gesture Olivan has ever made to David since they realized it, but it makes people feel aggrieved and want to cry.

Until Olivan left, David was still holding the cold cup of coffee.

"Actually, you still want to ask, who is the egg going to be returned to, right?" Neo took the coffee cup in David's hand, "That's his professor in college, who not only taught him a lot of painting skills, but brought Olivan, who is not very rich, went to art exhibitions in many countries, and it was this professor who opened a door for Olivan, pushing him step by step to the peak of modern artists."

"Olivan likes him?"

"More than liking? I love it so much. You may not have seen Olivan's early works, the kind of warm and surging feeling... I have never seen him so happy, so wanting to put someone on his own in sight."

"And then? They didn't stay together because the professor didn't love him?"

"How could it be possible not to love? At that time, Olivan was high-spirited, but not as dull as he is now. I was studying telecommunications engineering at MIT. It was a winter. My advisor and I went to Europe for an academic exchange, and then we had friends in the United States. Tell me, that professor...was robbed and stabbed six times..."

David blinked, and it became difficult to breathe: "You don't need to say any more...I see...Which professor does this easter egg belong to?"

"That's right... But even if the Easter egg is returned to the professor's family, I don't think Olivan will let it go. He always thinks that the professor's accident is because of him."

"So he's not going to forgive himself? He's going to torture himself forever?"

"Yeah..." Neo shook his head amusedly, "artists have another characteristic, that is, they like to masochistic. Olivier once said that if someone gave him red carnations in winter, maybe he would take it as a gift." The professor told him to forget past signals."

"Red carnations?" David sneered, "The flowering period of carnations is too short in winter, and few flower shops will sell them. And who would give a big man red carnations..."

After lunch, David went to the library fully armed.

In order to protect human rights, almost all state prisons in the United States are now equipped with libraries. As for the number of books and whether anyone is willing to read them, it is another matter.

Only well-behaved prisoners have the opportunity to come to the library every Tuesday afternoon to read.

In fact, how many people are interested in books?It's just that the library is the only place where there is more freedom besides the playground for letting the wind go.

There are very few prisoners here, less than six.It seems that there are not many law-abiding people in this prison.

David walked past the rows of bookshelves, hearing groans and the sound of holding back something.

"Call out, let me hear your voice!"

"Ah...ah..."

"It's been a long time since I've felt this good! Clamp it tighter!"

"Ah...you...try harder..."

"See if I don't kill you!"

The bookshelf creaked, making people worry that all the books on the shelf would fall off.

David rolled his eyes to the sky, who knows if those two guys thought that there was no one in the library, and they exaggerated even more.

Five or six minutes later, a low growl came, followed by a gasp after the aftertaste.

David was afraid that they would come again, so he knocked on the bookshelf with his baton as a warning.

"Damn, it's so boring, why did the prison guards come!"

I saw a tall man, almost two meters tall, and the muscles on his arms were almost bursting out of his sleeves.

David swallowed, but tried his best to stand where he was, trying to pretend that he was not afraid of the other party.

"Ah, who am I supposed to be? It turns out that I'm the most beautiful prison guard in our prison." The man's frivolous smile and the meaning in his eyes made David feel like he was on pins and needles.

Just when the man was about to reach out to touch David's face, Olivan's voice came from the communicator.

"Tell him that if he's not honest, he'll never come to the library again."

The moment the other party's fingers touched David's cheek, David turned his face away and reached out to grab the other party's wrist. I don't know if it was because he heard Oliwen's voice. The fear in David's heart was like being blown by the wind. The mist that blows past reveals the vast wilderness.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "If you are not honest, you will never come to the library again. You know, I am very humble. As for the other prison guards, they always say that those who cause trouble will be locked up. On the floor of the brig, cracking the fingers of those guys with a stick, and the new doctor. He said he always wanted to do forensics, so he was interested in anatomy and how to separate the muscles from the bones , has always wanted the prison guards to provide him with material.”

The other party froze in place. David's smile was not charming, but he could faintly feel the cold temperament, and the curvature of the lip line, like a knife edge, slashed across the other party's eyeballs.

"Tsk... got it..."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the back of the bookshelf, took out his girlfriend, and turned to David with an ambiguous smile: "Let's read, shall we?"

David let out a sigh of relief.

Olivan's voice was in his ears, flat and without ups and downs, but David faintly felt that when Olivan spoke just now, there was tension in his voice.

"David, in that place, if you feel weak in your heart, even if you are a prison guard and point a gun at them, no one will be afraid of you."

David swallowed.

"You have to deter them, because they know from the bottom of their hearts that if they do anything to a prison guard, unless he doesn't want to live in this prison."

David took a breath and nodded, but the other party couldn't see him.

"Actually, you are very strong, David. You are much stronger than you imagined. Remember, you are now playing a prison guard. You can integrate into the world of those prisoners at any time, and you can withdraw at any time. You can talk to them. You can laugh, and you can turn your face at any time. You have a lot of advantages over them, because you are free."

The elongated tone seems to be rippling in the distant time, which inexplicably produces a feeling of "certainty".

David smiled, don't say such things to me, let me always wait for your voice uncontrollably.

After inspecting the entire library, there were originally only six people, but because the two guys left just now, it seemed even more deserted.

The other four people, one of whom was sitting at the window looking at the sky outside, heard that he was an economic fraudster who used the gap between the bank and the company to embezzle a large sum of money and was arrested on the way to flee abroad.

As for the other three, they found a table to play poker, betting on cigarettes, which is a currency more valuable than cash in this society.

David thought about how to pass the afternoon. Needless to say, he found it much easier to visit the library than other places.

Walking to a row of bookshelves, I inadvertently saw a row of books about art on the top.He moved the ladder and sat on it to read.

It was dusty from being damp and neglected, and had a musty smell and had been eaten away by moths in places.

On the screen, Miller's "Evening Bell" looks dilapidated and mottled. Is the afterglow of the setting sun, men and women with bowed heads, and unrecognizable expressions in the shadows a pious prayer or deep sorrow?

David was somewhat envious of those painters.Everyone has delicate and rich emotions, but not everyone can show them with a brush.

Turning and turning, David's eyelids began to fight, because he didn't sleep well last night, he sat on the ladder directly, laying his hands on the top of the bookshelf, trying to close his eyes and rest for a while, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took before David's eyelids trembled with a cool breeze, and he felt a hand coming in from his trouser leg, moving up slowly, stroking the line of his calf. Passed to David's brain.

"Who!" David woke up suddenly, lowered his head, and the other party's fingers tightened suddenly, clasping his calf.

Those green eyes were full of smiles.

It was Anthony, he raised his head, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of comfort, but David felt the danger in the arc of his lips.

He is like a demon from hell, trying to pull down all the good things that are on high.

"See you again, Mr. Prison Guard."

David's heart tightened, when did Anthony come?

It was already dusk outside the window, it seemed that I accidentally fell asleep for a long time.It's too careless...

After calming down, David put away all his expressions: "Anthony? Donner, it's closing time now, you should go back to where you should be."