"Not long after returning from Antarctica, he completed this work. But before long, his psychological trauma resurfaced. After large doses of tranquilizers and psychiatric medication proved ineffective, he ended his life one night beneath a high Black Moon."
"Beside the painting, he left the work's signature. The script belonged to no civilization known to humanity. It seemed more like something from an unknown civilization, such as-"
Lin Yi picked up the thread, murmuring, "Such as-the First Apostles."
Only then did he realize that the painting's name, the title he had recognized at a glance, was not written in conventional human script, but in Mystical Runes.
Those few Mystical Runes were crooked and uneven, but translated through his cognition, they unmistakably read "Between the Sins."
Mao Feiyang frowned slightly. "Chains of the void weaving black dreams also signify absolute binding in Ritual Studies. Perhaps Vitas foresaw something, or perhaps he caught a fleeting glimpse of something and completed this work, but exhausted his life in doing so, just as Van Gogh completed The Starry Night."
"Perhaps this is another kind of anchor point? An anchor point-hidden with Hidden Hide-and-Seek?"
"Hidden Hide-and-Seek?" Lin Yi's expression sharpened, and he instinctively looked at Wei Liang beside him, whose presence was practically nonexistent-the Ancient Greek god of Hidden Hide-and-Seek, as Tian Bufan called him.
Wei Liang seemed to have paid no attention whatsoever to Lin Yi and Mao Feiyang's conversation. His gaze had long since settled on the other people in the classroom.
He was watching the three girls from Hell Rose. Although they had walked a little more slowly, they had now returned to the classroom too.
He watched them intently, his eyes full of gentlemanly scrutiny, as though looking at some sort of substitute for Hentai Manga.
Seeing no reaction from Wei Liang,