Devil's Music

New York Metro Polytan Curator Room.

As Lucas watched as he was shaking his fat body with a sugary doughnut in one hand and a coffee in the other and curators were working, his fattened face was distorted as Kate cremated while still looking in the mirror.

C.

‘She doesn't care about what she looks like to others. She doesn't know what she looks like to others, but she doesn't know what she looks like to others. The Abigail I'm close to has no curator's calm.

I'm always in a hurry. Is there a horse in that seat over there? ’

As Lucas' eyes approach Kate with a grumpy look, he sees Abigail taking a hard note of something, looking at the information rising on her laptop from Kate's side.

What are you doing at work? If you're studying with any more animation, I'll let you do it. ’

As Kate and Abigail quietly approached the back of Abigail's laptop as they asked her if she could sneak up on someone that big.

Georges Sora? I'm a French neo-Impressionist and I'm studying properly. ’

Lucas looks through the screen of her laptop behind Abigail, and Kate quickly hides her foundation as she looks back into the huge shadow behind her back.

“Hello, Lucas. ”

As Kate greeted him a little louder, Abigail stood up surprised.

“Oh, hi, Lucas. ”

Lucas looks at Kate and makes an impression.

“Why don't you spend every day cremating as a curator, Kate? ”

Kate covers her body with cosmetics lying on her desk and hands her head behind her ear.

“Ah-ha-ha... Your boss. ”

You look at Lukasca Abigail's laptop screen and nod your head.

“A curator is about studying the information of artists who are exhibiting in advance, like Abigail, and helping visitors get a higher level of viewing experience. Kate, learn that from Abigail. ”

Unlike usual, Abigail's eyes froze over Lucas, who praised instead of German. When Lucas, who was so encouraged and patting Abigail on the shoulder, returned to his seat, Kate, who sticked her tongue out of his back with a grumpy face, straightened out the cosmetics.

I put it in the sun pouch and said,

“Damn, that pig's a piece of shit. But Abigail, what are you looking at so early in the morning? You're not studying like you normally do, are you? ”

Normally Abigail would have been stunned to find out the truth about Lucas' compliments for the first time in her life, but as soon as he returned, Abigail was again focusing her mind on her laptop. Kate asked me a question next to her, but she also told me to make sure she wasn't paying attention.

When not, Kate approaches and touches her shoulder.

“Oh! Yes, yes? What did you say, Kate? ”

“What are you so focused on?" I asked. ”

“Oh · · · This is George Sora's information. ”

“So why do you see it? It's been two months since his exhibition began. If he was going to study, he should have done it two months ago. Why is he here now? ”

“Well, that's..."

Kate scratches her index finger with a swollen smile.

“Heard Kay's coming in after hours, right? The boss gave you his guidance. ”

“Huff · · Did you know? ”

“Hoho, women's rumors spread across the sea at once. Kay showed interest in Georges Sora? ”

“Ew… I can't fool Kate either. ”

Kate grabbed a chair with wheels, sat next to Abigail, and looked at the laptop screen.

“What's Kay doing here? Does he want to see the painting alone, where no one else is? ”

“Oh, no. You know I'm not the privileged one. They're here to study music. ”

“Music research? Why would you do that in a museum? ”

“Phew, I don't know. He's a genius. How do you know what they think? because when you do something that looks grotesque on the outside, the people who produce the results are called geniuses. ”

“Well · · · But isn't Kay just a bit cranky? It's common sense. ”

Abigail nods at her desk and turns her head and looks at Kate.

“Doesn't it make sense that you're handsome? ”

“Of course everything is forgiven if you're handsome. Oh, no, he's nice and gentle. Remember when you offered us tickets and lodging at the Lollapalooza Festival? That's the pride of my life. ”

Abigail, lying facedown, looks up at the laptop screen dazed.

“It's not like he's doing music or doing his usual work. ”

Kate closest to Abigail and asks.

“Why, what do you think? ”

“Grab a chair, sit in front of two paintings of Georges Sora, and stare at them until 10: 00 p.m. at night. ”

“Huh? Without saying anything? ”

“Yes, I've seen his face without a grudge, but it doesn't seem to help. ”

“If you have two points of drawing · · ·. Asnière's Waterfront and Grande Jazz Sunday afternoon? ”

“Yes, there are only two paintings of George Sora in the exhibition. ”

Kate pouted her lips.

“Strangely, there are many more famous artists. Why are you looking at those two paintings? ”

“Phew, that's right. That's why I'm checking to see if there's anything else I don't know. I was wondering if I could help Kay. ”

“Is he coming again today? ”

“Yes, I will come every day for a while. ”

Abigail's eyes widen as Kate sits by the window, looking at Lucas focusing on something, and then she sees him pull cosmetics out of the pouch.

“You want me to make you up again? ”

Kate smiles at herself with a foundation mirror.

“Hoho, you said Kay is coming again today, so you should care if you want to have a coincidence meeting. ”

“Phew. ”

“Hoho, Abigail, you should put on some makeup. What are you, a saint? ”

“Never mind. Phew. ”

“Women are beautiful when they usually care. I have to go to the bathroom. ”

As Abigail sighed, looking at Kate's rear face, her butt fluttering towards the bathroom, she saw cosmetics lying on her desk. I reached out my hand, opened the foundation lid, and when Abigail glanced at me in the mirror, she started to apply her makeup secretly, looking around.

C.

* *

5: 00 p.m.

Abigail, who was greeting ordinary visitors who were being led out because of the closure, looked at the watch. The case will arrive about ten minutes after all the spectators leave. Stole Kate's phone call tonight to make an appointment for the club.

She took a sigh of relief and resolved her heart as she looked at the iron on her side.

‘I've investigated enough, I'll be sure to help him today. ’

A large Cadillac Escalade vehicle appeared in Abigail's eyes ten minutes later, spraying cold weather at the entrance of the sunken museum with the door locked.

'Well, it's a bulletproof vehicle with presidential guards on it. Are you a high-ranking guest looking for the boss? ’

Abigail, who was looking at the car with curious eyes, was surprised to see the person who came down with the back door open.

“Kei, Kei? ”

Seeing Abigail calling her name, she raises one hand and smiles. For a moment, he closes the car door and says something about heading inside the car.

“Hello, Abigail. You're here for me. I'm sorry."

“Oh, no, no, no. ”

“You haven't eaten yet, haven't you? ”

“Yes? Oh, yes. ”

You smile, waving the paper bag that the gun brought you.

“Eat with me, heh heh."

“F-lunch box? ”

“Yes, Shizuka packed it for me. Let's eat together. ”

“Shi, Shizuka, Miyawaki, she packed you a lunch? ”

“Yes, we are. Haha, go inside.”

I was drawn to the case, and Abigail sat in the window of a restaurant with no one in the museum and was dumbfounded by Shizuka unpacking her lunch box. Seeing Abigail like that, he smiled and suggested that I sit down.

“Come on, sit down. Is Rice okay? Shizuka packed you a Japanese lunch, but it would suit the American taste. ”

“Oh · · Yes, thank you. ”

In front of Abigail, who was staring down at the gorgeous lunchbox decorated with colorful dishes, Shizuka started eating without hesitation, I saw the document she dropped next to her.

“What's that? ”

Abigail put down her chopsticks and gave out the paperwork to lift the grilled eel.

“I did some research to see if I could help. ”

“Oh? What kind of data? ”

“It's all about Georges Sora. ”

“Oh, really? Thank you."

I took the rice with my chopsticks and put it in my mouth, and chewed the food and spread out the paperwork. Abigail bent her head to the lunchbox while looking at the document with bright eyes and enjoyed the lunchbox. The first chapter of the document is a brief account of George Sora's life.

I was interested because of one profile, but the fact that I was denied an exhibition at the Paris Museum of Fine Arts because of a painting of a worker who was born in a wealthy family was not much of an earner, so I grabbed a plate of food and turned down my eyebrows while handing over the next chapter.

“Michel Eug? ne Chevreul's article on Georges Sora? ”

Whether Shizuka's Lunch Box was right for her taste, or because of the spice that Stein Shizuka Miyawaki gave her, Abigail, who was eating her head down with rice on her lips, raised her head.

“Yes, Chevron is a French chemist who has restored old tapestries, and he wrote a paper about the light and color of George Sora, and he brought it. ”

I looked at Abigail for a while and looked back at the paperwork. My eyes glowed when I quickly chewed up the leftovers in my mouth.

Chevron found out that the observer sees one color and then exactly the opposite, a complementary "still" appears? "A remnant of color?"

When I read the brief description of the paper with my eyes focused on stopping for a moment, I looked up.

“Do you think I could find the original paper on this guy? ”

“Yes, of course! ”

As Abigail, who was screaming as she ran out of her rice bowl, tried to get up from her seat, she smiled.

“After you've eaten. Haha.”

The red-faced Abigail looks down at her face, flashing across the window.

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