Camouflage
A cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
The silent personality No. 12, Da Vinci, asked, What color?”
Deceiving personality No. 8 Ponzi: " White powder, yellowish-brown, that's the main thing. The rest are black-gray, black, gray, light red, and yes, we also need a little high-light white powder. That's all.”
Color mixing was Number 12's forte. He was also an outstanding painter. He copied all kinds of famous paintings in the world and could pass them off as real. Even an expert could not see any problems with them.
Therefore, his code name was Da Vinci.
The voice in his mind did not ring out again. Annan took a deep breath, and his entire body emitted a lonely and silent aura. There was a faint artistic aura between his brows. He stood up, lowered his head, and pondered for a moment. Then, he raised his head and looked around.
Not long after, he took a step forward, bent down, and picked up a light red brick. Then, he picked up a gray pebble.
He stood up and walked forward. Soon, he came to a small stream. He found a huge and smooth rock and stopped.
He squatted down and placed the brick on the rock. He picked up the gray pebble in his hand and smashed it at the corner of the brick.
With a peng sound, the gray cobblestone smashed onto the light red brick. The brick instantly shattered into a few pieces, and the fragments scattered in all directions. A few small fragments directly cut through An Nan's palm, and a small stream of blood immediately flowed out of the wound.
However, it was as if he did not see it. He threw the pebbles aside and picked up the big bricks and threw them away, leaving only a few small pieces. Then, he picked up a bigger stone beside him and raised it again, smashing it down hard on the brick.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
……
One after another, the bricks on the rock shattered into smaller pieces and powder. He did not stop and continued to smash them.
After every few hits, his other hand would pick up the yellow soil on the ground and mix it with the red brick fragments.
Not long after, the wound on his hand had already healed, and the bricks on the rock had also turned into extremely fine powder. However, because it was mixed with yellow soil and some stone powder, a few colors were mixed in, adding a little difference to this red powder.
He threw the big rock to the side and picked up a broken plastic bottle.
He stood up and went to the stream. He washed the bottle and took some water. Then, he returned to the rock and collected a portion of the fine powder into the bottle according to the ratio.
He picked up a branch from the side and began to quickly mix it. The three colors of khaki, light brown, and red instantly intersected and quickly separated.
An Nan focused his attention on the bottle. At this moment, there was only the viscous liquid in the bottle that was gradually changing color. Everything around him had nothing to do with him.
The color of the bottle changed from brown to red, and then to khaki. The three colors gradually fused together as they stirred, and soon, the color became light brown.
He didn't stop what he was doing. He continued to stir quickly. The color in the plastic bottle became darker and darker until it gradually turned dark brown, but the color change didn't stop.
After continuing to stir for a while, An Nan's eyes narrowed and he stopped what he was doing. The original dark brown paint had now turned yellowish-brown.
He threw away the branch in his hand and took the plastic bottle. He walked to the stream and put it aside.
Annan leaned forward. The stream was so clear that one could see the bottom. There were no magazines in sight. From time to time, a small fish would slide along the river.
His face was reflected on the surface of the stream. Then, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
Number 12, the silent personality Da Vinci, said,"Alright.”
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice sounded. The tone was filled with doubt.
Deceiving personality No. 8 Ponzi: Only this yellowish-brown color is of little use to me.”
Number 12, the silent personality Da Vinci, said,[The materials are limited.]”
Deceiving personality No. 8 Ponzi was speechless.
Deceiving personality No. 8 Ponzi: " Alright, main personality. I can only try my best."”
"With your strength, this color is enough."”
Deceiving personality No. 8 Ponzi said, Hehe, then I'll use all the power I have in my life.”
Number 12, the silent personality Da Vinci, was speechless.
Annan looked at the reflection on the water surface, and the lonely aura on his body instantly disappeared. The corners of his mouth curled into a sly smile.
He reached into the bottle with one hand, dug out a small piece of paint, and wiped it on his face.
A yellowish-brown color instantly appeared on her fair face. Then, her fingers gently applied the yellowish-brown color evenly across her face, leaving only the two sides of her nose.
His fingers moved very quickly. After he finished smearing one side, he dug out a small piece of yellowish-brown paint and smeared it on the other side of his face.
The same technique was applied evenly.
After watching the reflection of the face on the water gradually change, Annan nodded in satisfaction. However, he did not stop his actions. Then, he began to smear it even more meticulously.
Not long after, the reflection on the water completely changed. Annan's fair face disappeared and was replaced by yellowish-brown skin. Even his appearance had undergone a huge change!
Even if his sister was standing here, she would not be able to tell that he was An Nan!
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