Paintings of Terror

On another timeline, Du Lingyu was the only survivor, and everyone else died.

The other twelve people have all died.

This kind of dead despair that couldn't be struggled made everyone speechless.

"Let’s continue discussing this picture," Mu Yiran’s voice was a little cold, but anyone who knew him could tell that the coldness was used to cover the coldness of sorrow. “As for the negative space mentioned by Shao Ling, obviously this There are also pictures in the pictures, they are all around the pictures, and the content is a little weird."

"Yes," Shao Ling tried his best to recover from the sadness, "the negative space should be blank or gradually grayed out, but the negative space in this photo is black with white spots on it. Some are like snowflakes floating in the middle of the night, but they are not."

Zhu Haowen also joined the discussion: "I think the camera is a key prop in this world, probably related to Bi Di's identity as a photographer. We already know that the camera can capture the past and future scenes through the shutter and speed. It is a depth of time, so is there such a possibility, can the camera's lens angle be able to capture the expansion of space? Can a wide-angle lens like this kind of wide-angle lens capture scenes other than the light brigade?"

This statement is very novel, everyone can't help but nodded, Shao Ling further said: "If this is the case, I think that with the extent to which this picture uses a wide-angle lens, it may not only capture the world outside the lamp brigade."

"Oh my God, did you photograph the world outside the painting?!" Luo Ge was surprised.

"That's not enough," Shao Ling said hurriedly. "I have been thinking about the composition of the Four Brigades and what the world outside the Four Brigades is like. Through the words in the "Wu Ze" and Shi Xun and Wei Dong's In painting, I think the four brigade should be a circular structure, which also coincides with the saying of'circle the brigade for me'."

Wei Dong frowned and listened for a long time: "You mean that the ground egg is like a big egg, and the four brigade is like a waistline tied to the ground egg?"

"Yes, you are very accurate." Shao Ling nodded.

"I think the Four Brigades are not tied to the ground egg, but ring inside the ground egg." Zhu Haowen is speaking this time. "The "Wu Ze" begins by saying: The ground egg is contained in the soil, and there is time in it. I I feel that the people in the Four Brigade live in the eggs of the earth, and they are still distributed in bands, but not like us living on the surface of the earth, but living inside the eggs."

"No, I don't have enough brains, so just tell us what should we do next?" Luo Er looked at the burning incense, "It's time to turn off the lights in more than two hours. Let's hurry up."

"In addition to the funeral, I asked Ke Xun and them to follow the purchase list in the package to the shop, hoping to gain something," Mu Yiran took out another roll of film that was washed out. "Now let's look at the photos in Xi Shengnan's camera. "

Luo Ling took the film and proceeded to install a simple projector: "Xi Shengnan doesn't seem to take pictures. There should be no pictures of this world in her camera."

"Maybe Xi Shengnan on another timeline has taken the pictures. So far I don't know who the pictures of the white fish are from." Weidong said less gossip, and soon the film was installed and ready to be "screened."

"Yes, yes, we have a lot of work, and we have to zoom in on those white fish pictures later." Luo Yi also quickly entered the role, concentrating on cooperating with Wei Dong.

The pictures taken by Xi Shengnan flashed on the light curtain one by one, and the shooting method was very different from that of Mai Peng. Xi Shengnan seemed to prefer to use macro shots of still lifes or narrative-style street scenes, and occasionally photographs some animals and food.

When the old building of Jiuzhan Art Museum appeared in the picture, Weidong and Luo Ge slowed down by coincidence. This familiar art gallery, like a dream that is too depressed to wake up, draws everyone into it again. Dark night.

"You said, are we still in the old station art museum now?" Luo Ling suddenly asked such a question.

"If we are still in the painting," Qin Ci answered, "The painting "Reverse Journey" is displayed in a gallery, so in a broad sense, we are still in the Jiuzhan Art Museum."

"Well, this question is as profound and difficult as our current timeline questions." Luo Ling shook his head and continued to show the next picture.

Xi Shengnan should be a photographer who is keen to record life. She also took photos of the gallery's lobby, and even took a profile portrait of the old man at the door. The seemingly ordinary expression was actually taken in a certain sadness. the taste of.

After that, I took photos of various exhibition halls. Soon the photos showed the exhibition hall that everyone is familiar with and the familiar door.

Inside the door is another part of the exhibition separated from the exhibition hall, which belongs to the exhibition of Bi Di's photographic works.

The following photo is really about the shooting of Bi Di’s work exhibition. Xi Shengnan did not deliberately focus on the specific works, but formed a comfortable atmosphere with the layout of the exhibition hall and the light outside the window, coating the future film exhibition with a layer from Gold in the eyes of those looking up.

"Stop!" several people said in unison.

Weidong Luo Ling also stopped his hand movement at the right time and stopped the slowly moving negative on the light curtain.

The picture was taken on the display rack in the exhibition hall. A row of photographic works on the display rack formed a depth effect. The photos taken by Bi Di were displayed from near to far.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the third work from the left-although the picture is small, it is not so clear due to the deviation of focus, but this does not prevent everyone from recognizing it at the first time- "Reverse Travel", this picture is "Reverse Travel".

"Oh my god, I have a sense of time and space dislocation. We are now looking at this painting in this painting, right?" Luo Ling shook his head, feeling incredible.

Others are observing the painting in silence, although the painting in the picture has a familiar feeling that will be recognized by everyone when it turns to ashes, and at the same time it has a long-lost alienation and strangeness.

"I think this circle suddenly has a special meaning." Wei Dong said, "Do you think this circle is like a camera lens? All of us are actually in Bi Di's lens."

"It makes sense. No wonder the camera is given such a special meaning in this world." Qin Ci stared at the circle in the photo and the houses inside the circle. "From now on, this circle may be a ring. Inverse travel exists in the circle."

"There is also a timeline," Shao Ling added, "When we first started painting, the timeline we were on was connected to another timeline, and it probably formed a circle in this way."

"The signature is outside the ring," Fang Fei also said, with an amazing meaning, "We are inside the ring, and the signature is outside the ring. We can only go out if we want to find a signature."

Everyone was quiet. For a while, I felt that this was a rare breakthrough point. For a while, I felt that it was almost impossible to reach outside the circle. This is no longer a problem of geographic distance. Outside the circle, it seems to be Another universe.

"Look, there seems to be something on the right side of the circle." Mu Yiran said.

After hearing this, everyone squinted and looked to the right side of the circle. Because the signature is on the left side of the ring, the right side is ignored. It seems that there are some disorderly lines there, but because the color is too light, it looks very fuzzy.

"I remember these things," Fang Fei said. "Before we entered the painting, I focused on the part drawn by pencil, that is, the circle and the things outside the circle. The left side is the author's signature and date, and there are some pencils in the upper right corner. The traces of the lines are very light. I thought it was caused by the unclean processing of the pictures."

"Yes, these lines are too random and seem to have no special meaning." Wei Dong also said.

Mu Yiran looked at Fang Fei: "What kind of lines did you see at the beginning, can you draw it simply?"

"I'll try." Fang Fei came to the table, picked up the paper and pen that Mu Yiran had prepared, recalled carefully, and drew a few strokes: "I forgot whether there are one or two strokes on the left, but it is slightly curved anyway. The lines on the right, I remember very clearly, the two lines are crossing, like a cross.-But one thing is for sure, these lines themselves are very light and have been erased, so I thought they were drawn I didn’t care about the extra lines created when painting."

"I think this circle can be broken, because it is a pencil, and it can be erased." If you change it to normal, Shao Ling must think that he is trying to tell a joke, but at the moment he is very serious. "This picture The part where the pencil is drawn may actually be erased by the eraser."

"Including the artist's signature." Zhu Haowen said.

"Oh my God, that's terrible. If the signature is gone, it will be over." Luo Yu was scared by everyone.

"Look at this pattern carefully," Mu Yiran showed the picture that Fang Fei drew to everyone, "Please use your imagination, what do you think it looks like?"

"A few strands of hair..." Luo Ling said.

"I haven't painted the flowing clouds?" Qin Ci said.

"A trace of the blowing wind?" Wei Dong said.

The others didn't speak anymore, and they really couldn't see what they looked like just by these few abstract lines.

Mu Yiran drew a similar pattern with his own brushstrokes next to him, keeping the cross on the right side and only one curved line on the left side: "What about this, what is it like?"

Everyone frowned and watched for a long time, and finally gave up guessing.

"Light bulb." Zhu Haowen said suddenly, "It's very much like the light bulb drawn when learning circuits in middle school physics class."

After Zhu Haowen said that, everyone felt a bit like it, but when drawing a circuit, a complete circle was used to enclose the cross, and this one was drawn more casually.

Mu Yiran nodded: "I also think this is a light bulb. To be precise, it is a representation of a light source. When a photographer is composing a picture, he should consider the position of the light source, so Bi Di specially drew it, but because it is used to remind myself The draft, so for the overall composition effect, it may be erased later."

"If it is a light source, why doesn't he paint a sun directly?" Wei Dong said.

"I think that if this painting is replaced by photography, it will probably not be possible to shoot directly in nature." Mu Yiran said, "Therefore, the author could not use the sun's light, so the author had to artificially make the scenery and choose to use light."

"But it's not right," Qin Ci said. "Whether it is the sun or the lamp, it is always the light source, but why is the shadow of the house in the circle opposite to the light source? This is not normal."

The upper right of the circle is the light source, but the shadow of the house in the circle is on the lower right. This is indeed unreasonable.

"If the sun is on the right, the shadow of the house should be on the left!" Luo Wei also saw the problem.

"It is probably because of this that this world time disorder is caused. The light and shadow in it are completely wrong." Mu Yiran said, "Light and shadow, we can also understand it as time."

The time in this world is so chaotic that there is even more than one timeline. These are not caused by accident, but by the painter's design.

The painter seems to want to complete such a photographic work, a work that is distorted and impossible to achieve.

"So? How on earth are we going out? The signature is outside the circle." Luo Er was a little worried.

"We can go out, because the ground egg looks similar to the stone xun, and there is also a blow-hole-like exit, we can go out through the exit." Fang Fei's voice sounded behind everyone.

Everyone felt that there was something wrong with Fang Fei's words at this time, and they turned their heads for a while before they were shocked that Fang Fei didn't know when to put on her mask!

That snow-white mask belongs to the witch.

Fang Fei put on this mask, as if she had changed her identity all at once. Although Fang Fei's facial expressions were not rich in normal times, this mask made her lines hard and even a little sacred.

Wei Dong tentatively said to Fang Fei: "Are you Fang Fei or Master Wu?"

Fang Feixue’s white face faced Wei Dong: “No matter who it is, we will always be partners, and the purpose is to find autographs. Now I only use this mask to see something invisible to the naked eye.”

"What do you see?"

"The inside of the egg, and the space we are in."