Paintings of Terror

The decoration style of the Bronze Museum is very consistent with its name.

The exterior walls of the entire venue were decorated with bronze texture and color.

However, the painters did not have any mood to appreciate this simple and atmospheric building. A cold autumn rain was encroaching on the entire city. The temperature dropped sharply three times in a week, and the freezing made these outsiders caught off guard. Qin Ci even When I got off the plane, I bought a thin down jacket and put it on my body.

Ke Xun wore a baseball cap and a baseball uniform. Chao Faner stood at the gate of the art gallery, and the young girl who was passing by couldn't help looking at him.

The Bronze Art Museum opens at nine in the morning, and it is now eight forty. There is also Mu Yiran in the group of five who have not arrived yet.

"Can the boss make it in time?" Wei Dong shrank his teeth in the thick sweater.

Mu Yiran went to the Apennine Peninsula. He just got off the plane when Ke Xun called him at three o'clock last night.

Ke Xun put his hands in his pockets and looked at the rain on the street: "What anxiously, there is still time to paint before eight o'clock in the evening, let him sleep a little longer."

"Tsk tsk, it's obvious that you will love people," Wei Dong turned his head, "Come on, Hao Wen'er, brother loves you, put your hand in my pocket, my pocket is warm."

Zhu Haowen raised a hand blankly, wearing a thin thread glove.

"I know how to take care of myself," Wei Dong shivered. "I regret not listening to my mother. I should wear one more. I'll be freezing and peeing... Ke'er, you brought extra Are the clothes out?"

Ke Xun took off his shoulder bag and threw it to him: "Just a coat, you wear it first, don't get it dirty."

"Damn, this is starting to despise me. I have a daughter-in-law and forget her unfilial son!" Wei Dong turned over his clothes, only to see a short black woolen trench coat.

"Huh? Don't you never wear such formal clothes?" Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun very curiously, and saw that Ke Xun was still standing there with his back, only giving him the back of his head for his own experience, Wei Dong was shocked "Yeah, I see, this is specially prepared for the big guys. I'm afraid of freezing people-tusk. It's different for people who have a family. They are much more careful than us rough guys."

Wei Dong, who was dressed in a trench coat and jeans, looked up at the sky: "It's still very cloudy. It's raining like this. I don't know how many people are willing to come to the museum today."

"Don't worry about others, have you reviewed the painting knowledge in this museum?" Ke Xun turned his face and asked him.

"It's a good review," Wei Dong said. "All the works on display in the museum are Chinese paintings by modern and contemporary artists. I took down all the information we searched on the Internet about the collections of this gallery, and on my mobile phone. I also backed up a document and pictures of all paintings, don’t worry!"

"I feel that this time it should be smoother than the previous paintings," Qin Ci wanted to pass on his optimism to everyone, smiling and looking back at the closed door of the art museum. "We did quite a bit of preparation this time. Enough."

"The premise is that everything can be done step by step, and there will be no emergencies." Zhu Haowen was always calm.

At nine o'clock exactly, the door of the art gallery opened from the inside, and two staff members carried a roll-up poster and placed it outside the door.

Several people looked at the content on the poster together, and then looked at each other.

I saw that it said: Newly advanced paintings from the Bronze Art Museum are on display today, welcome from all walks of life...

"...What's so special..." Wei Dong looked at his companions with nothing to say, "I just deliberately couldn't get along with us! I bet the painting we are going to enter today must be in this museum One of those new paintings! I prepared it for nothing!"

"Soldiers will stop you," Ke Xun did not fluctuate in his mood, "You go in first to warm up, I'll wait here in shock."

The other three were not polite to him, and entered the hall.

Ke Xun's cell phone call rang at the right time, and when he glanced at the caller's name, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily: "Why don't you sleep more?...Well, we haven't arrived yet, and we are just about to go out. I guess we can walk with you... No hurry, buy something to eat on the way, don’t be hungry...Oh, what do you eat?...Well, drink more hot water. Are you dressed thickly? It's raining here and it's cold....I can treat you badly. Is it myself? Thick, sweaty.... Okay, I'll wait for you.... Don't worry, I'm not standing outside, I'll go in as soon as I go, okay?... Okay, see you later, and be safe on the way."

Looking at his mobile phone, it was almost nine forty, Ke Xun turned his head and entered the art gallery. After only less than five minutes, he saw Mu Yiran stepping through the door holding a black umbrella.

"Am I good?" Ke Xun greeted him, spreading his arms around him.

"Ignore the words of rain on your body." Mu Yiran pursed his mouth, and wrapped his back with the other arm that did not support the umbrella.

The two have not seen each other for ten days, and Mu Yiran has been busy, flying around at home and abroad.

"How many days can I stay in the country this time?" Ke Xun retracted his arms and moved his lips across his cheeks.

Mu Yiran looked at the moisture on his eyebrows and eyelashes, raised his hand and wiped it off for him, with a slight calm voice, and said: "This time, I will stay as long as you want me to stay."

Ke Xun was taken aback, and the corners of his lips raised slowly: "My dear, I will not be polite to you, since you let me say, then I hope that from today onwards, you will always stay by my side, you will not Do you regret it?"

Mu Yiran raised his hand to cover his dog's head with his hat off, rubbed it lightly, and said quietly, "This question of you is very much too much to clear up."

"As long as you don't leave for more than ten days, I will be happy if you just clean up me." Ke Xun held his hand.

Mu Yiran glanced at him, stepped inside, and left a faint sentence: "As you wish."

Ke Xun: "..."

So the boss meant that he would only leave for ten days after he left, or was he ready to "clean up" him to death? ...

I think I'm a little excited.

The other three entered the museum in advance and did not stay idle. Instead, they asked the staff in the museum for information about the new batch of paintings. Unfortunately, the staff did not know much about it. They only said that they were shipped by air last night. This morning Let the staff come in after seven o'clock to hang up the picture.

The three people walked around the hall and saw that these new paintings were all Chinese paintings, some of them were modern and contemporary artists, and there were also imitations of ancient paintings.

Everyone saw it for nothing. The thousand-year-old Chinese civilization, paintings from ancient times to the present are turbulent, and there is no way to guess which one will be the target painting in the target exhibition hall.

"Go in now?" Standing at the door of the target exhibition hall, Wei Dong asked Mu Yiran and Ke Xun.

"Come in, go in early, maybe you can find clues earlier." Ke Xun never hesitated because of fear, holding Mu Yiran's hand, he took the lead into the exhibition hall.

When the lights went out and the light from the void fell on the target painting, Ke Xun saw a faded ancient painting.

Ink and color, silk, dull tone, fuzzy pattern.

The thin gray strips outline the ocean and the giant wheel, the sky is smeared with chaos like water stains, and under the vast sea, it seems that there are densely densely packed creatures that look like entities.

Before I take a closer look, the white light is already bright, and when I open my eyes again, the person is already in the picture.

"Wow-wow -"

A vast sea of ​​black ink suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Fuck... this is... on the boat?" Wei Dong turned around in a circle and looked around in shock.

Obviously this is the huge ship painted in the painting. The wooden hull and the superstructure of the deck have two floors. Each floor has about a dozen rooms. There are primitive doors and windows, and the tall masts have a black background. The big flag with gold characters, on the flag is an ancient writing.

"This painting is..." Qin Ci looked at everyone.

""The Rhinoceros on the Sea"." Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen responded.

The two people saw the name of the painting before entering the painting.

"Is this painting famous?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran's eyes moved slightly, and his voice was low: "This is a private collection of paintings. It has never been made public, and I only heard a few words from a friend in the industry occasionally mentioning it. I didn't expect its imitations to appear in this place."

"Friend?" Ke Xun tilted his head and looked at him.

"A connoisseur of painting and calligraphy and a lover of Chinese culture over 60 years old," Mu Yiran glanced at him, "Is an islander."

"We made friends all over the world." Ke Xun boasted.

"Your expression just now tells us that this is not what you want to say." Wei Dong squinted his eyes, "I smell the sour and rot of love."

"How much do you know about this painting?" Zhu Haowen asked Xiang Mu Yiran.

"Not much," Mu Yiran's expression was also a little solemn, "The owner of this painting refuses to disclose the content of the painting to anyone. He only mentioned a few words when he was drunk and drunk while chatting with a friend. His friend is what I call a connoisseur of calligraphy and painting. The owner of the painting is like him, who is from the island country."

"Then which country is this painting from?" Wei Dong asked.

"Ancient paintings in our country, but they are not recorded in any literature." Mu Yiran said.

"How did our country's paintings get into the hands of the islanders? Could it be that they were burned, killed, and looted?" Ke Xun asked.

"I also have a question," Qin Ci continued. "Since this painting has never been made public before, how can we be sure that it is a Chinese painting?"

Mu Yiran answered unhurriedly: "The owner of the painting is named Fukuoka, and he lives on the coast of an island country for a generation. His ancestors lived by fishing and possessed superb underwater technology.

"Hundreds of years ago, a generation of Fukuoka's ancestors was fishing at sea and accidentally discovered a sunken ship.

"The Fukuoka family gathered all the children who are good at water and went to the sea to salvage. However, the shipwreck was too old, and most of the items on the ship had been soaked out of value. The Fukuoka family only picked up the few remaining valuables. The silk painting in the water-proof container is one of them.

"The Fukuoka family sold a few salvaged items, and gradually moved from the fishermen's family to the ranks of the rich. And this silk painting and other collectable salvaged items were left at home, not sold, and passed down from generation to generation. .

"The reason why I can determine that this painting is a Chinese work is that the other objects that Gein fished out on the same boat were produced in my country, and some of them are now in the National Museum.

"and,"

At this point, Mu Yiran pointed to the big flag hanging on the mast, "The ship painted on the painting comes from our country, and the font on the flag is Xiaozhuan."

Everyone's faces showed "that's how it is".

Ke Xun asked again: "Then who is the artist of this "A Picture of Rhinoceros on the Sea"?"

Mu Yiran's gaze was a little complicated, and he replied solemnly: "Unknown."