Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun looked at the direction of Hua Jiqiu's finger. It seemed to be a New Year painting at the southwest corner of the pavilion. Ke Xun's gaze turned to Hua Jiqiu again. Although he knew that some things were fate, he just watched it like this. People who didn’t know were forced to enter the painting because they couldn’t bear it: "Curator Hua, actually..."

"In fact, we can go and see for ourselves, and then come to ask you if we don't understand." Mu Yiran took the words naturally.

"Okay." Hua Jiqiu nodded and smiled, his eyes were attracted by a group of new visitors in front of the exhibition hall, and he politely greeted him.

Mu Yiran took Ke Xun and walked towards the southwest corner of the exhibition hall: "In this game, we can only counter the power of painting push by successfully drawing out the painting. There is almost no possibility of evasion before entering the painting-not only you and me, It also includes all the painters selected by the painting."

Ke Xun nodded, squeezed Mu Yiran's hand, and saw that Hua Jiqiu had already walked out of the exhibition hall to talk to those visitors. Only then did he beckoned with other companions, and everyone approached the one in the southwest corner. "Different" New Year pictures.

The size of this New Year picture is not small. According to the classification, it should belong to the "gong cusp". The picture does not have the rich colors of common New Year pictures, and even the composition is confusing.

"Why do these patterns look so messy?" Wei Dong took the lead in questioning, "I can't see what the author wants to express at all. Although the parts are all auspicious patterns, they are messed up together."

The whole picture is white as the background, and the whole picture is printed with vermilion lines. If you look carefully, you can see that there are auspicious patterns such as Ruyi, Ingot, Carp, Pomegranate, Persimmon, etc., but they are not structured when combined. The subject is unknown.

"This painting does not have the name of the master woodblock, only the name of the artist, and he has also passed away." Wu You said of his discovery.

Only written on this picture label - works: Hop, Author: Division in.

The name "Si Nian" is framed by a black rectangle.

Because of the simple label, the black frame is particularly eye-catching. After a long time, it is actually scary.

"I don't remember that there is such a person among the craftsmen of the New Year painting," Ke Xun looked at Gu Qingqing: "Qingqing, is there such a name among the craftsmen you summarized?"

Gu Qingqing thought about it carefully: "No. This name is very special. I will remember it if it appears. It's just that most of our materials are obtained from the Internet or libraries. There must be many folk artists whose names are not there. among them."

Mu Yiran's eyes always stayed on the auspicious pattern of this New Year picture: "I don't think this picture is like a whole piece of wood block, but rather it is made by splicing and printing small pieces of wood block."

Shao Ling felt the same way, and pointed to one of them: "There are some traces of repeated lines, which should be the result of repeated printing. If this is really a spliced ​​work, what is the meaning? Is it for comprehensive display? Various traditional auspicious patterns in our country?"

"According to past experience, the reason must not be that simple." Qin Ci shook his head slightly, "If this painting is really a splicing work, then there must be a story behind the splicing, maybe it is the final answer we need to answer in this painting. Puzzle."

"Although this picture is a bit messy at first glance, if you look closely at these splicing places, they are basically fit together. It is really not easy to use a few small pieces of wood block to form a huge picture." Wei Dong Observe the picture very carefully.

"Moreover, do these traditional patterns have something to do with bone patterns?" Fang Fei also expressed her own thoughts.

Everyone was silent for a while, and it seemed that everyone had thought of it by appointment.

"Look at it! Is this a rope-like pattern?!" Wu You suddenly discovered something and pointed to a place in the painting and said to everyone.

Everyone's eyes were focused there, and the curved rope-like thing was located in the middle and lower part of the painting, connecting auspicious clouds, bats, persimmon stalks and plum blossoms up and down.

It is difficult to understand what this rope represents, but it should be seen that these are festive and auspicious patterns.

And it can be seen that this rope should have nothing to do with Diwei, but because of its peculiar shape, it still attracted everyone's attention.

Wu You carefully observed the rope: "I think it should not be a coincidence. What does the rope on this New Year painting represent?"

"This is not a rope, but a money python that represents wealth." A voice rang from behind.

Everyone turned their heads, it was Hua Jiqiu.

Hua Jiqiu continued: "This fragment of the money python is from before the Yuan Dynasty, so the painting is relatively simple, and it is not surprising that outsiders consider it as a rope."

"Do you mean that this painting is made up of fragments of various ancient New Year pictures?" Mu Yiran quickly grasped the point.

"That's true." Hua Jiqiu looked at Mu Yiran with admiration, "So I just said that this painting is unique because it has a special historical significance."

Everyone looked behind Hua Jiqiu, believing that they should be following a group of visitors.

Hua Jiqiu explained with a smile: "Those visitors were just curious about the huge door **** picture at the entrance of the exhibition hall. After taking pictures there, they went to the Niansu shop downstairs to shop. Nowadays, young people like this. Those who are really interested in vulgar knowledge are rare..."

Before Hua Jiqiu's words were finished, the entire exhibition hall suddenly fell into darkness.

Everyone is accustomed to the familiar darkness, but the most calm person today is Hua Jiqiu.

As the curator, Hua Jiqiu is very diligent to'pacify' everyone's emotions: "Don't panic, everyone, there may be a problem with the art gallery's circuit, I will call to ask...Hey, it is Xiao Wu Why? Why was there a sudden power failure on the third floor... Hey, Xiao Wu, hello? Can you hear me? Hey..."

When the pale light came on, Hua Jiqiu first let out a sigh of relief: "I knew there would be a call! What about this light... Oh, this is probably an emergency light, it's an emergency light!"

Everyone:...

"Something is wrong. There are glass windows in this exhibition hall. Even if the power goes out, it shouldn't be completely dark." A strange female voice rang.

Everyone was slightly startled, and as a strange "rolling" sound rang, they saw a woman who was half shorter than ordinary people "drifting" under the pale light...

Wu You almost didn't call out, thinking that this was already "in the painting" in his heart, but he heard Ke Xun talk to the woman: "You still came in."

The woman smiled: "I came to the art gallery today to appreciate the New Year paintings. No matter how bad the gallery is, I have to come in and take a look."

It turned out to be the woman in a wheelchair when she first opened the hall.

The strange sound just now was the sound of the wheels of the electric wheelchair running on the marble floor...

Luo Yu faced the huge psychological pressure before entering the painting, and unexpectedly burst out a particularly relaxing sentence-"Your wheelchair is quite fast, and it floated over with a swish..."

"It was fully charged before going out today." The wheelchair lady's voice was still calm.

Luo Wei inexplicably remembered his body-sensing car at the beginning, which used to be a "sacred beast" in the painting Xinchun, and now this fully-charged wheelchair should become something more powerful...

But it turns out that this painting is very lacking in imagination, what the original thing should be or what, this lady’s wheelchair is still a wheelchair...

Luo Ling rubbed his eyes and looked at the empty surroundings. This seemed to be a hall, with glorious marble tiles on the floor. The ceiling was very high and the ceiling was barely visible. He only felt that the surroundings were extremely bright.

If you are a confused person who is new to painting, you might think that you are still in the hall of an art gallery.

"Did you see those auspicious symbols just now?" Fang Fei asked everyone.

In the process of entering the painting, sometimes there will be some illusions like a fleeting situation.

Shao Ling nodded first: "I saw some of them, because they turned too fast, spinning around us like tops, and I was dizzy after a while."

Zhu Haowen: "I feel that those symbols seem to form a wall of symbols around us, and then gradually blurred, and finally blurred into white light, unknowingly everyone came here."

"To be exact, it should have formed a minaret. Those symbols are the bricks that built the minaret. The base is very large, and the higher it goes, the more pointed it is." It was the wheelchair lady who spoke.

Everyone admired the wheelchair lady for a while. Just now everyone was worried about the safety of the disabled person after he entered the painting, but now they are all fortunate—the wheelchair lady is likely to be a capable team member.

The most confused person at this time was Hua Jiqiu. He was looking around with his mouth open and his eyes open. Before Qin Ci took the initiative to introduce the rules of painting, he suddenly rushed to a short distance: "Li Xiaochun? Li Xiaochun is you. Is it?! Wake up, wake up!"

Everyone discovered that there was a person lying on the ground not far away.

Wu You: "Everyone is here now."

The wheelchair lady did not ask much, but looked at Ke Xun who was standing not far away: "Thank you for your kindness just now, but some fate may be destined and human cannot change it."

"You, sister, you..." Ke Xun was panicked by a newcomer for the first time.

"My name is Yue Cen." The wheelchair lady declared her name. "Although everything in front of me looks a little absurd, I don't think this should be a dream, nor a special game arranged by the museum. If I guessed correctly, , You guys should all know what's going on."

Wei Dong pointed to Qin Ci: "We have a special narrator, Dr. Qin, let him introduce you."

"No need for the time being. After the two newcomers come, the three of us will listen together." Wheelchair Ms. Yue Cen is very considerate. "The same thing has to be explained many times. It will be annoying for everyone, let alone being in one. In a strange world of unknown circumstances."

"Thank you." Qin Ci was very touched. This was the first time that he met such a considerate newcomer.

Everyone moved closer to Hua Jiqiu, the man lying in the painting was really unusual...

Wei Dongxin said: We can be considered as a person who has experienced more than a dozen paintings. Some people enter in tears, some enter in a panic, some enter madly, some enter steadily... Those who lie on all sides and enter are still looking back. .

This is a young guy, wearing a thick down jacket, a U-shaped pillow on his neck, a woolen hat on his head, lying there with his eyes closed, not knowing if he is in a coma or...

"Li Xiaochun, you wake up soon!" Hua Jiqiu patted the young man, trying to wake him up.

Qin Ci couldn't help but stepped forward, probed the other's nose with his hands, and looked up again.

"Brother Qin, is this person okay?" Wei Dong asked.

"It's okay, but I slept a little too solidly."

Everyone: "..."

In the end, this young man named Li Xiaochun was finally awakened by everyone. He stretched out and lay on the ground a little dazed. He turned to see Hua Jiqiu beside him. He woke up completely and hurriedly stood up: " Curator Hua, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t find a place to sleep last night, so I found a place behind a large exhibition board in the exhibition hall...Where is this, this place? Has the exhibition ended? What about those New Year paintings ?"

"Xiaochun, didn't you go back to your hometown yesterday?" Hua Jiqiu asked.

Everyone: Director Hua, is this the point?

Li Xiaochun explained: "I didn't buy a train ticket to go home. The previous rented house has already cancelled the lease. There is no way. I found a place to shelter in our exhibition hall...in the exhibition hall last night. Lying down, I couldn't sleep, my hair straightened out inexplicably...I didn't fall asleep until the early morning..."

When everyone thinks that the young man slept in that exhibition hall last night, the exhibition hall is full of New Year paintings, and there is also the New Year painting that everyone entered, and they can't help but feel hairy for him.

"Doctor Qin, you can now talk about the reason for this." Yue Cen reminded him in due course.