Devil's Music

Daniel Weiss' office late afternoon.

The one who came to him was sitting on the couch drinking coffee. Daniel Weiss thanked the case, thanking him for his elongation, and signing the album he purchased by hand. Daniel Weiss, who was delighted to see the autograph in his album with his pen, stood up.

I left the CD open in the ash. Daniel Weiss, who showed his signature, changed the location of the CD a few times and said after picking up his favorite phrase.

“Haha, it feels good to have a new collection in my office, I'll buy all of Kay's albums in the future. ”

Sitting on the couch and sipping coffee smiled.

“Thank you, Daniel. ”

“Thank you. I'll ask you for your autograph every time you live. Don't bother, Haha. ”

Knock, knock.

Daniel approaches the couch with a knock outside the door.

“Come in.”

Carefully, the target opens the door, raising its head toward the door.

“Y-you called for the boss? ”

Daniel sits across from the case and says,

“Haha, yes. This way, please. ”

I was happy to see the woman coming in through the door with a cautious gesture.

“Ah? Abigail! It's been a long time."

“Long time no see · · ·. Huh!! Kay? ”

Abigail, who tied her red head up neatly and fastened it with a mesh, sat on the couch and watched the gun raise one hand, startled and stopped. Daniel looks at her, her eyes wide open, and stops, smiling at the case.

“You two are together, right? I thought the facial staff would be more comfortable, so I scored Abigail. ”

“Oh, I see. That's convenient for me, too. Thank you for your consideration. ”

“Abigail? Come and sit down. Abigail Chaser? ”

Abigail stares at the case blankly, and she is furious at Daniel after calling out his name several times. But I still couldn't speak, I just opened my eyes and shrugged my shoulders and looked at Daniel. When Daniel saw her acting strangely, he shook his head.

I lifted it and said.

“Come and sit down, Abigail. ”

“Yes, yes!! I'm sorry. ”

After carefully placing the documents on the couch and tea table, Abigail sat down and lowered her head, not facing the gun's smiling face properly. Daniel twists his legs and folds his arms to look at the watch.

“It's closing time. You can enter from now on. Don't worry, I've set it aside for security, but if you need anything, please ask Abigail. Abigail? If you need any extra work, you can ask Kate. Oh, Kay. Not even an employee named Kate.

You know? ”

The gun nods, and Abigail flashes in shock.

“Boo, what a burden! Well, not at all! I'll do it!”

Daniel Weiss nods, his lips out.

“Really? I thought young Abigail had a lot to do after work, didn't she? ”

Abigail said in a daze.

“Oh, no! Only Japanese animations are shown on fictional days when you have to go home · ·. Ugh! Oh, no! ”

Abigail closes her eyes wide and shuts her mouth as she speaks.

"You fool!! I haven't seen you in a long time. This is stupid! ’

Daniel shrugs, looking at Abigail, who is cursing herself with foolishness.

“Okay, I'll leave it to Abigail, if that's okay. ”

Daniel looks at the case and extends his arm toward the door.

“So, shall we go? It's my first day, so I'm coming with you. ”

“Oh, thank you, Daniel. ”

As they left the room, Abigail hurriedly followed the two of them, taking her hands off her mouth. Daniel, who was walking along the long corridor, asked him to walk beside him.

“Do you have a particular piece, age, or genre you'd like to see? ”

Thinking about it for a moment, he said.

“Well, I saw most of the paintings last time I was working. Do you have any new work coming in lately? ”

Abigail stepped forward to see if she wanted a chance to remember for a moment.

“Boss, here are the paintings that were supposed to be exchanged for sisterhood with the National Gallery of England. ”

Daniel flicks his fingers and says,

“Oh, right. You haven't seen Kay since the trade show started two months ago. ”

The case turned red and said.

“Really? I'm looking forward to that painting from England. ”

“Haha, don't lean too hard. It's just an exchange exhibition, so that's all there is to it. ”

“Ten points is enough, haha. ”

“Huhu, Abigail, how many exhibitions? ”

Abigail turned over the paperwork and said,

“District D6, boss. ”

“Okay, let's get going. ”

Arriving at District D6, Daniel explained the painting in his own words in a room called the British National Gallery Special War. I looked around the room for Daniel's words as a curator and explaining them diligently. The round room is not a perfect circle.

It was a polygonal room with a straight line that looked like a circle. After going through the picture of the ten dots on each wall of the round room, I turned my head to Daniel who was explaining again, and the two dots that were illuminating different colors crossed my eyes at once.

C.

When he turned his head toward Daniel and turned his head back to the painting, Abigail, who was looking at the case next to him, turned her head together. As they were looking elsewhere, Daniel, who was explaining the painting in front of them, approached the painting they were looking at. Wait a minute.

Daniel, who was folding his arms in front of Rim, turns around and says,

“You like this painting? ”

I smiled as sorry for thinking I had offended Daniel who was explaining so hard.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I was listening to everything you said, but it was so eye-catching that I got interested in this. ”

“Haha, it's okay. Georges Sora's work is worth it. ”

“Georges Sor? ”

“Yes, he · · · · ah! Wait a minute."

Daniel, just about to explain, checks the phone ringing in his arms and says:

“Oh, I'm sorry. It's an important call. Abigail? I need an explanation on my behalf. ”

As Daniel stepped out of the room, there was a static flow in the exhibition hall just the two of us had left. Waiting for Abigail's explanation for a moment, he turns his head to look at the painting as she doesn't explain it. Abigail stands in front of the painting, enraged, staring at the gun.

“Oh! I'm sorry. ”

The gun smiles and extends its hand.

“No, it's been a long time, and I haven't really said hello. How are you?”

Abigail wipes her hands on her clothes and shakes her hand as she looks at the polite gesture.

“Yes, yes. So, how are you? ”

“Why are you so nervous? You're not sick? ”

“Oh, no. ”

Abigail shakes her head in a hurry, sweating cold.

You've become too big a star, Kay! I can't be as comfortable as I used to be! ’

After a moment of silence, the gun points to the painting.

“Okay · · So let me explain. ”

“Ah! Yes, yes! I understand.”

Abigail stood in front of the picture and took a breath.

"It's time for you to act like a curator! ’

You hear Abigail's calm voice as the gun quietly stares at the painting.

Born in 1859, he's a brilliant genius, 32 years old. ”

The gun stretches out its lips and opens its arms.

“Godly Impressionism? 32 years old? ”

“Yes, neo-Impressionism is the art of capturing a moment of emotion with art derived from impressionism, adding careful research into light and scientific and systematic theories to analyze how its color varies depending on the environment. ”

“Hmm, I see. It's a little difficult.”

Abigail smiled brightly as she gained confidence that she knew more about the difficult matter.

“Georges Sørd said, ‘Art should be more systematic and scientific. It is the goal of true art to achieve harmony through certain laws." ”

The gun took a step closer to the picture and looked closely at the picture.

“But · · · the painting seems a bit unusual. ”

“Yes, it is. I'm a painting artist with pointillumination. ”

“Visualization?”

“Yes, it's a technique of spotting in one color, purely without water or other paint. It's a technique that requires researching in which color a dot should be made, because from a distance, the perfect color that the author wanted to express should be expressed. So, to complete one piece,

It's also a labor force that has to draw dozens of habits to do it. ”

“Without mixing the paint, does one pure color look like a mixture of colors from afar? ”

“Yes, it is. This painting is called" Waterplay in Asnière, "and next to it is called" Sunday Afternoon at Grand Jazz Island. "”

You nod, alternating between the two pictures where the gun is emitting a light color.

“Well, by the way · · I think it's just a picture of relaxing or playing with water, and what I feel is a relief from comfort or fatigue.

Abigail opens her eyes wide. Abigail opened her mouth long enough to see the side of the painting.

‘Fantastic. You must be mistaken if you think I know more than this man. I don't know anything theoretically, but my mastery of painting is the same as my boss! ’

Abigail greatly admired the explanation.

“Exactly. It's true that you are relaxing, but you are not relaxing, and people who swim in this painting or rest in the grass are working in factories with black smoke rising behind them. Afternoon, after a hard day's work,

It's a green piece. ”

The gun looks at a far blurry factory with perspective and nods.

“I see. That's why I get these feelings. ”

“Yes, but it's very difficult for a painter to draw because it's a drawing of dots one by one. Painter George Szor has painted this painting his whole life, so there are only a few points left. And that's why I was so desperate to get sick at a young age. ”

Listening to Abigail's voice, which is still being explained excitedly, the gun glances at the painting lifts up one ring of her mouth slightly.

‘This is it! A picture of green, but no green, except for the grass. Drawing dots in pure colors to create a completely different color for the painter to express. This is the research I was looking for. ’

The eyes that were looking at the two dots that were emitting a green feeling glowed.

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