horror effect

Julian felt that he and Stephen must have knocked over something when they returned to the real world, because he heard a crackling sound.After his eyes adjusted to the light, he found that his hands had turned green.

"Oh! That white bastard!" He was about to yell, but he heard giggling around him, and Julian looked up to find Stephen sitting next to him, pointing at him, and laughing heartily.Stephen had a blotch of blue on his face, his clothes were colorful, and just at their feet there were overturned little buckets from which the paint had spilled.

"I know where we are. Bernous didn't send us very far," Julian said.

He pulled Stephen up from the floor with his own green hands.

They were in Constance Marmet's studio, next to the wooden shelf for the paint buckets, and the small buckets and paints were in a crazy pile on the floor. Julien was very afraid that their "fall" would destroy the girl. Unfortunately, this did happen: several paintings were lying on the ground already stained with splashed paint; several marble statues were knocked off their corners;And worst of all, Constance Marmet was sitting in a wicker chair on the other side of the studio, watching them.

The female painter looked serious and reproachful, but she didn't get angry. She just watched them stand up calmly and walked over guiltily.

"We're... very, very sorry," Julian began. "We didn't mean to mess with you on purpose. It was just a...accident. We were...uh...thrown here."

He originally thought that the female artist would hit them hard with the wooden cane in her hand, but she just nodded and said, "Go and wash your faces first."

She pointed to the small door on one side with her cane.

Julian and Stephen rushed into the bathroom with sudden relief and scrubbed and scrubbed in it.They washed off the paint on their faces and hands, but it was difficult to get it on their clothes, so they had to get it on first.

Stephen couldn't help but imagine how his mother would scream when he came home in such a colorful outfit.

Maybe I'd better creep in through the backyard, he thought.

When they came out of the bathroom and were about to receive some lectures, they found that Constance Marmey had turned the rattan chair half a circle and was sitting there quietly looking at the hillside outside the window. She seemed to be immersed in the In her own world, she didn't realize that Julian and Stephen had come to her side. Her gaze was fixed on a faraway place, as if she had turned into a withered leaf, rolling and flying lazily in mid-air, both Don't listen carefully, but it doesn't seem strange.

She just looked at it like this, and after a long time, she said: "Those people who were young with me are all old now."

"... except one," said Julian softly, "and he is forever young."

The painter's lips twitched suddenly, twisting and trembling, like an involuntary convulsion, or trying to suppress something coming up from her throat.

"I'm literally a zombie," she said, "in my grave."

The shallow water layer in the white porcelain basin is gently stirred, and the pale pink trickle spreads from the oil painting knife at the bottom to the surroundings in a swirling shape. The fuzzy and coiled shape is like a catastrophe that occurred tens of billions of years ago nebula.

The red gradually deepened, and the whole basin of water turned a deep pink, like the racemes of pink hyacinths in full bloom.

The stopper of the water basin was pulled out, the oil painting knife turned half a circle, the blade made a sharp friction sound on the white porcelain surface, and then stopped there, the pink water spiraled and fell into the black hole of the sewer pipe.

There is a Bohenian maple there, with dark green leaves stretching out like palms, and a dense crown covered like a ball. Its bark is pale white and covered with rough lobes. It is more than 100 years old.

Its roots penetrated deep into the soil, absorbing the small basin of water full of red blood cells into its body.

The blood is gone, but the tree is still there.

It's always there, no matter how much we praise it, touch its bark, break its branches, even if we cut it down, it's still a false sycamore, it never changes, it's always itself .

The tree showed itself unchangingly for a hundred years from birth to death, the growth of twisted bark and the dance-like extension of slender branches incomprehensible to the human spirit.

Countless people have walked under its feet, but it has always stood there, calm and peaceful, like some kind of ruler.

When the beautiful little girl with the brown curly hair plays under the tree, her innocence is so bright that the tree becomes a foil; and when the little girl is gone, the maple tree stands still.

For 100 years, all we saw was the tree, and those fleeting figures were just the breeze generated by the air flow.

Why it does not change, but we are always disappearing.

Julian and Stephen wanted to clean up the mess they had made in the studio, but Constance stopped them with gestures and pointed to the chair beside him.She didn't speak, Julian thought she looked tired.

As they stepped cautiously past the pots and spilled paint, her eyes turned out of the window again, and only after they were all seated did they slowly turn back and fall on them.

The female painter looked up and down at Julian and Stephen, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but this smile was very strange, as if it came from a very distant and ancient place, carrying fossil fragments and dust along the way.

"You've already met Bernous," she said.

Stephen glanced at Julian. He was a little surprised and didn't know what to say.Julian thought for a while and said, "You love him, don't you?"

The female painter's smile deepened, even kindly. "Yes, I love him, because no one in this world remembers him, and no one still loves him, because he is dead."

"I see." Julian nodded. "The vengeance is carried out according to your wishes. You hope to see those murderers die little by little in pain."

"You're right. I long for them to go through the despair I went through," Constance said quietly. "I give them back what they put on me. I let them live and chase money and fame, to pave the way for them, and then, when they are intoxicated with the happiness in their hands, to push them into the abyss of misery and despair, and take away all their joy and all that they depend on. What they have experienced is nothing but the same as mine things, but no one can overcome the torment of visions. I expected that, if they had had the will, they would not have committed the original crime."

"But," said Stephen, "you have no right to judge them."

"Boring morality." She laughed, her voice curt.

"Since something like that has happened to me, how can I still dare to believe in morality? How can I still dare to believe in gods? I am just a lonely one in this world."

"Then... what happened in the first place? I mean between you and Bernus." Julian said.

"I believe I've told you - I love him."

"But it's not enough." Julian stared at her.Constance pursed her lips, as if she didn't intend to continue.Julian sighed and said, "Well, we won't ask you any more, but please tell us: the relationship between Bernous and Albert G."

Constance's lips tightened even more, like a thin line.Her eyes, surrounded by accumulated wrinkles, were wide open.Then, as if suddenly tired, she slumped into the wicker chair with a sigh.

"Bernus fell in love with Albert G. I don't hate him for that, because he was so young and he was kept away from the crowd in the big house from the time he was a baby. Bernus The strange complexion and eyes made the people in this town fear him very much, and regarded him as a monster. He has been living in secret, although he has read a lot of books, but he knows very little about the things between ordinary people .I became friends with him by chance, the only friend. Despite his strange appearance, he was actually beautiful, sensitive and delicate, and I fell in love with him. No one else knew about it, including my biological mother , if she finds out that I am in love with that monster, she will definitely kill me."

Then Albert G came suddenly.

He was young and handsome, with brilliant blond hair, and he was very funny and knew far more than anyone in this backwater town.

It was not surprising that Bernous had taken a liking to him; many young girls had crushes on him.But Albert G was only interested in Bernus, he did not discriminate against him, but none of us understood his purpose then.

Albert G. came and went, always staying at the Molatovs' mansion, courting Bernus, admiring him for his beauty, his learning, his grandeur.Even though he was right, it all made people feel uncomfortable.

Later, Bernous told me that Albert G. was a spy and he helped him with a part of his own money.

I was very much against it, but Bernus himself was delighted until he found out that Albert G was a double agent who only served monetary interests.

"You all know what happened in the future. Bernus once told me that he regretted it very much. But what's the use?" Constance smiled sarcastically.

"He and Albert G. were killed, and the explanation given to the public was that they were executed for treason. I was very sad, and I hated this place, so my mother gave me a sum of money to send me away to school. Six Years later I came back to live in town. One day, my mother, who was addicted to alcoholism, revealed the truth about the killings of Bernus and Albert G. So I killed my mother with a painter's knife, Then wait to be picked up by the police."

"But Bernus, who had turned into a white lion, suddenly appeared. He helped me quietly bury the body and create the illusion that my mother had moved to other places. It was from then on, from his almost omnipotent power, that I From the time when the front was spread out, I thought of the murderers who caused my pain in my life. Bernus agreed to my revenge plan. I believe that although he appeared detached, he still had a deep hatred in his heart. And the revenge It brings me joy that yes, I'm alive and they're all dead."