Paintings of Terror

The light that came up again after being plunged into the darkness shone on a dim painting. It was a rotten human hand, stretched out from the dry ground, twisted and hideously opened with bones. With five fingers, he grabbed it high towards the cloudy sky above.

Despite just a hasty glance, everyone can still feel the infinite sense of despair revealed in the entire painting.

When the light disappeared, everyone was the first to feel a heat wave on their faces. Not far away was a single-family housing complex, staggeredly distributed within a radius of more than a dozen miles. Behind the housing complex is dense. , Very deep and wide forest.

Obviously, it should be a place full of fireworks and life, but it is a strange silence in the eyes of everyone.

All houses have doors and windows closed tightly. Every part of the house is covered with dust, and the windowpanes are covered by dust. When you look in from the outside, the inside of the house is dark, like the entrance to hell.

Everyone observed in silence for a while, until Luo Yu shivered and whispered: "I feel that there may be something not good in this painting..."

"Who saw the name and author of this painting?" Wu You also asked very nervously.

The old members have already had a tacit understanding. Usually the artist Wei Dong, the good-eyed Ke Xun, and the sane and objective Zhu Haowen are responsible for viewing the pictures, and the text annotations are Shao Ling and the careful Qin Ci who are engaged in text-related work. The rest Luo Ling can see wherever he can, and Mu Yiran is in charge of the overall situation.

So after Wu You asked, Shao Ling and Qin Ci had already answered her separately:

"The name of the painting is "Restart"."

"Painter: Abel."

Weidong wondered: "Foreign paintings?"

"It's not that the painting incident also involves foreign countries?" Wu You was nervous, "If this is the case, when will our clues be found, the global scope is too big..."

Mu Yiran shook his head slightly: "I have kept my people and friends in the industry paying attention to the movements in some foreign art museums. So far, there are no signs of related painting incidents. For the time being, I don't know whether this painting was from a foreign artist. , Even if it is, it may only be because the painting was put on display in this art gallery that it has the ability to expand a world within the painting. In short, this is not important for the time being. We should not be distracted and enter the painting event. Let go of the overall clues for the first time. The most important thing in front of me is to find a way to paint."

"Yiran is right," Ke Xun said, "Restart, the meaning of restart, let's look for clues from the title of the painting and the screen."

Shao Ling looked at Mu Yiran: "Have you heard of this painting and its author?"

Mu Yiran spit out two words concisely: "No."

"The title of the painting does not seem to be related to the picture," Zhu Haowen took over what Ke Xun had just said. "A rotten hand is struggling to reach the sky. On the surface, it seems that it is desperately trying to survive."

"But if your hands are rotten to that extent, you should already be dead..." Luo Ling shivered.

Qin Ci said: "I also took a look at the picture. Indeed, only the dead can have that kind of fester."

"And the hand still stretched out from under the ground," Wu You said, "It must be a dead person, shouldn't this be... a zombie?!"

After speaking, Luo Yu shivered.

"You might be a bit too simple and rude to analyze the picture like this," Wei Dong said. "For painting, what you see does not mean what you get. Maybe the rotten hands are just a symbol and metaphor, although it comes from the style of painting. Look, it is indeed closer to the realist school, but I can't be sure at a glance, maybe it is a symbolist school."

"Explain symbolism," Ke Xun said.

"It is to use symbolism and allegorical means to make up another world in fantasy, express one's own opinions, express one's life philosophy or insight into the world," Wei Dongdao, "this school of painting emphasizes subjectivity and personal Personality, the picture concept is suggestive and symbolic, and the performance is not necessarily what you see. It is different from realism. It expresses one's own ideas and spiritual world through the pictures that one has imagined."

"So the rotten hand in this painting may be just a conceptual symbol and metaphor for the painter. It doesn't necessarily have such a hand, right?" Ke Xun asked.

Wei Dong nodded: "If this painting is a symbolist genre, it is likely to be like this, but if it is a realist genre, let's ask for more blessings..."

"Then you say, this hand stretches out toward the sky, and the painting is called'restart'. Will the restart button be in the sky?" Wu You tried to diverge his thoughts.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the sky. The gray sky made it hard to tell whether the current time was morning, afternoon or evening.

Ke Xun took out his mobile phone, and the time was displayed at 7:20 in the morning, which was not consistent with the time when everyone started drawing.

I tried a few mobile phone functions again, and found that the lighting and camera functions are still available, but the communication and Internet functions are as usual.

"So, should we go to that residential area first to find clues, or wait until everyone is here?" Shao Ling asked everyone for their opinions.

"Let's talk about it when the people come together," Qin Ci said, "According to the usual practice, if the people are not there, important clues will not be stimulated. Even if we look for it now, I am afraid we will not find anything useful."

"While the people are not there, let's think about the meaning of this painting and the direction of the search for clues." Ke Xun said as he took off his coat. "It's just so hot at seven in the morning?"

"What season is in this painting? I feel a bit like summer." Wei Dong also began to take off his coat, he wore the thickest, "I'm sweating inside."

"It should be summer." Ke Xun said, taking off the outer down jacket and the inner sweater in one breath, leaving only the innermost T-shirt. This man is so powerful that he basically just wore a T-shirt and jumped back and forth at home.

"We sports students are still sensitive to the temperature. The season in this painting should be midsummer," Ke Xun said. "We are now going from midwinter to midsummer. The body temperature has not yet been adjusted, and I'm afraid it will get hotter for a while. "

"It's very strange," Zhu Haowen said as he unzipped his jacket, "Although "Adverse Journey" also allows us to clearly feel the season and climate at that time, the temperature of this painting is extraordinarily present. Any paintings you have entered are real. Have you ever entered a similar situation in the paintings you have entered before?" asked Mu Yiran.

"No." Mu Yiran thoughtfully, "This may be a hint related to clues, temperature or climate, maybe it's a reference element for ‘painting’ to set the level, or for us to crack the level."

"This kind of weather is a bit like the haze in the summer of City B," Zhu Haowen looked up at the chaotically indistinct sky, "It's hot and stuffy, and the air is not so good."

"I feel that this is also a limited-size painting," Qin Ci looked around, "Except for this residential area and the forest behind, other directions are wild wilderness with no edge, obviously, the signature will not be In these directions, I am afraid we need to enter the house to search."

Everyone looked at the dilapidated houses with windows like black caves, and they all had an ominous premonition.

"Brother, I don't want to go into those houses..." Luo Ling said to Ke Xun with a bitter face.

"It will be more dangerous outside at night." Ke Xun patted his head lightly. "If you are really scared, follow me every step of the way."

"Looking for brother, please bring it." Wu You also grumbled.

"Take a belt." Ke Xun said.

As he was talking, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up behind him, and the people standing facing the white light hurriedly raised their arms to cover their eyes. When the white light disappeared, everyone heard a startled cry: "Fuck! What the hell?!"

Putting down his arms and looking over, I saw two young men being "transported" in. They were both handsome and fashionable. The outside world was in the middle of winter, but both of them were dressed very thinly, one of them even showed up. Bare ankles.

Obviously the kind of people who love beauty as long as their demeanor does not need temperature.

The two of them looked at the people in front of them in amazement, and kept looking at the surrounding environment with dumbfounded expressions. They were silent in a tacit understanding. They waited for them to digest and then routinely raised questions for three consecutive times. Qin Ci even secretly said Cleared his throat, ready to start the explanation work.

"This... is the world in the painting?" one of the two asked hesitantly.

Everyone: "..."

Qin Ci: "Yes."

"You were also sucked into the painting?" the man asked again.

Qin Ci: "...Yes."

That person: "Then... how do we leave here?"

Qin Ci: "Find the signature of the artist."

That person: "Oh... Then, how many brothers can take us? We are newbies and don't understand anything, thanks!"

Everyone: "..."

Qin Ci: "...Okay, no problem."

That person: "Thanks! What? My name is Xiao Kai, this is me...this is my friend, Tian Yang."

Everyone: "..."

Qin Ci: "...cough, okay, let me introduce you, this is Fang Fei, this is Wu You, He Tang, Shao Ling, Mu Yiran, Zhu Haowen, Luo Ge, Weidong..."

Ke Xun stood the farthest. When Qin Ci turned his head to look for him, he saw a strange expression on his face. He couldn't help but feel surprised. He was a little hesitant to introduce his name, but saw Ke Xun walked forward twice. Step, and then took the initiative to raise his hand and beckon one of the two newcomers, with a strange look and a strange tone, he said, "Hi, long time no see."

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this, but Wei Dong's expression was as complicated as Ke Xun's, and he said: "I didn't expect to meet again here."

The person opposite Xiao Kai was also confused. Following Ke Xun's gaze, he turned to look at his companion standing next to him: "Tian Yang, are you acquaintances?"

The face of the young man named Tian Yang changed a long time ago. First, he was surprised, then complicated, and finally slightly embarrassed. He nodded and said, "Long time no see, Ke Xun."

"What about me?" Wei Dong raised his voice.

Tian Yang pursed his lips in embarrassment, and added: "Weidong, you are here too."

"Yeah." Wei Dong snorted casually.

"What's the situation, Brother Dong," Luo Er quietly pulled his sleeve beside him, "Have you ever had enemies before?"

"It's nothing about your children." Wei Dong said nothing.

"This is Qin Ci, Doctor Qin." Ke Xun took Qin Ci's interruption, and said to Xiao Kai and Tian Yang, "Now I have to wait for one more person, and we will tell you in detail how this happened. thing."

"Oh, good." Xiao Kai nodded quickly, and Tian Yang was silent with his eyelids down.

The atmosphere seemed to be slightly stagnant due to the embarrassment between the three, everyone did not say anything, Ke Xun and Weidong did not look at Tian Yang again, but each looked into the distance.