Paintings of Terror

When the eight old members walked into the exhibition hall next door, they found that it was completely dark inside.

As the door behind me slowly closed, everyone's mood sank.

Those newcomers are fairly calm, some of them said, is there a power outage? Everyone should turn on the phone lighting...

Before the words fell, a tragic white light fell straight on a painting. The old members quickly approached the painting, trying to remember the content of the painting and the author in the shortest time.

The five newcomers stared dumbly at the few visitors who suddenly approached. One of the young men held their hands tightly to the expensive camera he had just bought from Japan...

Gradually, the newcomers felt something was wrong, as if there was only this beam of light left in this dark world, these dozen people, and this painting on the wall.

The eyes of the old members are all fixed on the painting. This is a painting mixed with black and white photography. The picture is black and white, not ink, but more like a line draft drawn with black carbon pen, probably to emphasize the sense of the picture. The author draws a large circle with compasses on the square paper, and the landscape is hidden in the circle, adding an artistic sense to the picture.

The composition is very simple. There is only a simple house with a slanting shadow illuminated by the sun. The author's signature is written outside the circle, and the font is scribbled: Inverse Travel, by Bi Di in the spring of 1995.

White light only existed for more than ten seconds, and several old members had tacitly assigned tasks. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen focused on memorizing pictures, and Ke Xun and Qin Ci focused on memorizing words. Mu Yiran looked at the overall situation and played freely. ...

Shao Ling observes the composition ratio of the picture in his own way; Fang Fei noticed the difference of the brush, the picture is a carbon pen, the author's signature and the big circle seem to be a pencil; Luo Ling directly took the phone and took the picture continuously. Took a few photos...

When the world was completely dark, the five newcomers finally screamed in horror: Where is this? ! What exactly is going on? ! Who are you guys? !

Luo Ling's voice slowly lingered: "The same is the end of the world, I hope they are all lucky."

Soon, everyone was silent, and the darkness at this time gradually thickened, as if it was a secret realm that was too thick to dissolve, and only through the emptiness after suffocation could it slowly blend into it.

I don’t know how long this period of time lasted. Luo Ling only knew that he was clutching Ke Xun and Wei Dong’s hands tightly, and his legs were tightly clamped with his own "Xinchun Somatosensory Car". After a while, he would talk to everyone about himself. Feelings: It's like swimming in the asphalt...

"Asphalt" is not hot, it is at room temperature, and it is gradually cooling down, getting cooler and colder, as if to condense people into amber for thousands of years.

I don’t know how many tribulations have passed in the chaos, his feet can finally set foot on the flat ground, his mouth and nose can finally breathe freely, Luo Ge greedily breathes the angular cold air, just listen to the announcement by Wei Dong next to him. He said: "I feel like I swim through a whole Songhuadan."

The people who were accidentally compared by Weidong to "ginger soy sauce" are now adjusting their state of facing the new environment.

Although everyone is still in the dark, you can feel that it is indoors, and the whole world is quiet. Crouching and touching the feet, it is a solid wooden floor, which is not clean, and it seems that there is a layer of dust.

After experiencing the unspeakable'songhuadan'-like body sensation just now, the five newcomers gradually calmed down, wrapped their old cotton robes that did not belong to them, and listened to Qin Ci's "Into the Painting". The author said.

"It's really cold here," Ke Xun had already turned on his phone. "Fuck, my phone is broken?"

The screen of Ke Xun's mobile phone is bright, but there is no image, just like the slight brightness of the screen when it was first turned on, and it was like a short blank when the lens was changed in the early Japanese TV series-the screen was full of nothingness white light.

Soon a few white lights came on again, and everyone's phones lost all functions except lighting.

"I can't even see how many cells of the battery are." Weidong stared at the rectangular white light block on his mobile phone, and was full of 100% computer white charging when he came?

"In other words, the mobile phone is useless in this painting?" A strange cold rang out. The voice came from a boy in the newcomer. The boy was groping for the wall behind him like Shao Ling in the low light school. Soon I felt the scratches engraved on the wooden wall, one after another very clearly.

"My Ricoh camera has also changed, it has become a purely mechanical old-fashioned camera!" This time it was the one who had covered the camera before being afraid of being robbed.

Qin Ci briefly introduced several old members to the newcomers. One of the newcomers, an older girl with short hair, also took the initiative to say: "My name is Xi Shengnan, and I am the owner of the "Sculpture Time Photography Fan Group". The gathering activities were spontaneously organized by some of our photography enthusiasts. City A was the last stop of our trip..." Xi Shengnan's voice was darkened.

After introduction, everyone has a preliminary understanding of several newcomers-in addition to Xi Shengnan, another beautiful girl named Du Lingyu, the boy with a Japanese Ricoh camera is Lu Heng, and the fat boy named Cao Youning is leaning against the wall. The cold voice looking for clues is Mai Peng.

"In other words, you must be able to go out if you find the photographer's signature?" Du Lingyu's voice trembled slightly.

"It's a painter." Cao Youning corrected her.

"Bi Di is a photographer."

"We are in his painting now."

Du Lingyu lost his voice, and her mobile phone was also dimmed at the same time, as if to conserve energy with the owner.

The surroundings seemed to be slightly brighter, but the light was strange, very different from the normal daybreak.

"Turn off the phone first." Mu Yiran, who hadn't said a word for a long time, said suddenly.

Perhaps it was Mu Yiran's unique temperament that was convincing, and several newcomers turned off their mobile phones at the same time. At this time, the darkness was gradually thinning, and the surroundings were filled with inexplicable light, like cold-toned night lights.

"Before'daybreak', let's talk about the painting and the author first. I hope everyone knows everything." Mu Yiran had barely seen where the people were with the dim light-this is a wooden building. There is a wooden door just a few people away in the wide corridor of the city, which probably leads to a certain room, and the other direction leads to a deep staircase, connected to the bottomless darkness.

It's almost like the scene of a horror movie, with dangers brewing all around.

"You just said that Bi Di is a photographer?" Qin Ci asked Xi Shengnan.

Xi Shengnan nodded: "We came to the museum today to appreciate Bi Di's photographic works. In fact, his photographic exhibition will only open next month, but we cannot stay in City A for a month. We estimate that the photographic exhibition should be prepared in advance. So I begged the staff to open the door for us."

"I knew this was the case. I won't go to see any photography exhibitions if I was killed." Cao Youning muttered softly, remembering what grandma had said when she was a child: It was simply let the ghosts go.

"Bi Di is a very famous photographer?" Shao Ling asked.

"It is well-known in the industry, but it is not nationally well-known," Xi Shengnan took over the topic. "This exhibition in City A is his first photography exhibition, because City A is his hometown. The exhibition can be regarded as a memorial to the artist after his death."

Bi Di is dead. Several old members looked at each other in a calm manner. This incident once again coincided with the situation of the previous painters. Every painting that everyone entered was the posthumous work of the author after his death.

"As a photographer, does Bi Di occasionally paint with pens?" Shao Ling continued to ask.

"This is really bad. Bi Di changed his photography style after he was 40 years old. First, he returned to black and white colors instead of color photos. In terms of form, he almost gave up capturing and snapping." Xi Shengnan said.

Hearing these words, Mu Yiran's gaze projected over, and Shao Ling continued to ask: "Abandoning capture and capturing, then the essence of photography is simply lost, why does he..."

"He brews a photo like a book or a movie," said Mai Peng, who had a cold voice. "For a photo, he might have to type dozens of linear drafts, after the finished photo comes out. , Those drafts will be burned by him, and only a few remain in the world. The painting we are in is one of the very precious line drafts."

"The name of this line draft is "Adverse Travel". Have you ever seen the finished photos of "Adverse Travel"? Can you tell us about the picture?" Shao Ling turned his attention to Mai Peng. Learn more.

Mai Peng shook his head regretfully: "I have seen all of Bi Di's photographs and almost remembered the content, but I have never seen a photo called "Inverse Travel"-I also have this sketch of today. See you for the first time."

Qin Ci looked at the other newcomers: "Have no one seen the picture of "Reverse Travel"?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Cao Youning said, "Don't talk about the photos. As for the line draft we entered, I didn't see what the painting was. I was scared just patronizing."

Luo Yu looked at the single-function mobile phone in his hand with a bit of disappointment: "I also took a few photos. I think when we first came in... 嗷——嗷嗷——嗷嗷嗷——"

Luo Yu's sudden screaming shocked the newcomers, Wei Dong followed in a panic, and calmly said: "What's wrong, are you waiting to be fed?"

"There's a fluffy thing rubbing against my Jio!" Luo Ling was frightened and even forgot to avoid him, only knowing that he was clutching Weidong, the nearest to him, sweating all over.

Now everyone was not calm anymore. They all looked at Luo Geng's feet with a dim light, as if something really fluffy was moving, Du Lingyu in the newcomer screamed: "Oh my God, what is this! In the painting" Is this kind of inexplicable things often appearing..."

Ke Xun lights up the phone and illuminates Luo Er's feet: "It's a dog."

"Ah?! Fuck is too weird!" Luo Ling moved towards Ke Xun with difficulty, and didn't dare to look down at all. Who knew that the dog followed him, "Mom, is this a ghost version? NPC...Oh my god, its color is so weird, how can it be so white..."

"When did this dog come in? How silent it was? I don't remember the dog was drawn on the picture..." This time it was Lu Heng who was also terrified.

"I don't think it belongs to the painting," Mu Yiran is still calm and unchanging, "Turnip, where is your somatosensory car?"