Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran did not stay too much in front of Xin Beibei's body, but seized the time to climb the copper ladder to the sixth floor.

The layout of the sixth floor is the same as the layout of other rooms in the entire circular building. It is still a semicircular hall. Pushing open the wooden door on the diameter wall, there should also be an empty glass jar inside.

But what surprised the two people was that the glass jar in the room was not empty, and there was about half a bottle of pure purple liquid in it.

Ke Xun looked back at the door subconsciously. It was obviously a wood color representing safety, and the clock on the wall of the hall was also a pure white clock face.

"What's the matter with these purple liquids? Is it Xiaoye..." Ke Xun was naturally puzzled. At this moment, the first thing he thought of was Ye Ning Chenyi, the victim of purple.

Mu Yiran couldn't figure out the reason for a while: "I think this purple is related to Ye Ning Chenyi, and the purple here must have its special meaning."

Ke Xun regretted: "I should come up and have a look this morning."

"You have done your best," Mu Yiran's expression was suddenly strange, "Let's go back first."

The reason why everyone was not in the mood to go up to the sixth floor in the morning was because Ke Xun accidentally pulled out the other's head during the rescue of Xin Beibei...Everyone present was panicking, secretly calculating the psychological shadow of Ke Xun... Mu Yiran is no exception.

When the two returned to the lobby on the second floor, they found that the yellow bedroom window was used as the key point, and it had been nailed with wooden boards.

Qin Ci held a tool in his hand: "Which room will be nailed next?"

Ke Xun scratched his head: "I'm timid, let's nail our house first."

By looking at each other, several old members immediately understood that the blue room was the top priority tonight.

There was a lot of people and strength, and we divided them into two groups, and soon nailed all the windows in the four rooms before dinner.

The light in this world has always been strange. Even when all the windows are blocked, the room is still "bright", and all the furnishings are brightly colored at a glance.

"Why are the other buildings we visited so dark?" Shi Zhendong was still puzzled, "Where is the light source of this world?"

Miao Zipei answered his words: "Fauves are not very particular about refraction and perspective, so the painter deliberately avoids the light source. He probably hopes that all the images in the pen can shine through themselves like stars."

"But he himself is a shadow worshiper," Mi Wei was still tied up, and was moved to the second floor by everyone at this time. "This world can make people feel the boundless darkness, only that huge shadow."

Qin Ci glanced at Zhu Haowen unconsciously: "This is similar to what Haowen said. The other buildings are probably the habitat of shadows and are controlled by shadows."

"Don't you think this painter is contradictory?" Miao Zipei said, "As the three of us discussed this afternoon: In this painting, the shadow should be the master, and the body is the vassal of the shadow! ——This is the author There is a big contradiction in its own color worship."

"That's why he will do it through the maze-replacement." Mu Yiran said.

"Replacement?" Many people questioned.

"I don't know whether the wording is accurate, but the maze should be the core of the world, not the castle we previously identified." Mu Yiran also felt a little impatient, and before he fully figured out the answer, he explained the speculation. come out--

"The maze should be a place where the body and the shadow exchange, transfer, and even sublimate. The reason why the painter uses the maze to represent this important place is perhaps the contradiction in the painter's heart-the biggest feature of the maze is that the maze can make people lose their way. In the artist's mind, this matter may have always been a maze-like existence."

"You mean that the artist himself is also puzzled by this?" Shi Zhendong asked with a frown.

Guo Lixia was always at a loss, and finally couldn't help but ask: "I didn't understand, what is the painter confused about? I need to build a maze to commemorate."

Shi Zhendong patiently replied: "It's the question everyone was puzzled by just now: who should dominate the black shadow and the color, and what the painter pays more attention to? I think this is probably related to the painter's creative process. "

Wei Dong couldn't help asking Miao Zipei: "What do you know about this painter? Regardless of whether it has anything to do with this painting, you can tell it, maybe it will help us!"

Miao Zipei fell into deep memories: "In fact, this painter named Rong Rang has always been a little mysterious. Every time he has a brief introduction to his life in the exhibition, only his birthplace and graduate school, the rest is the beast. Pie paintings are very paranoid worship."

"I remember this painter was from Tongzhou," Ke Xun also recalled the label on the painting from the few fragments of memory. "The author Rong Rang, born in 1993, is from Tongzhou..."

Miao Zipei nodded: "He is indeed from Tongzhou. He seems to be a very remote mountain village in Tongzhou. It is said that this painter is an orphan, but the whole village takes care of him very much. Their place is very poor. The cost of the hospital was collected by the entire village."

"The people in that place are really simple and honest, and they are helpful." Shi Zhendong couldn't help but sighed.

"What other works does he have? Can you tell me everything you can recall?" Mu Yiran looked at Miao Zipei, and at the same time looked at Mi Wei.

"Most of his works are Fauvism series, with many colorful figures, still lifes, scenery... Miao Zipei said that he also created some black and white prints." Mi Wei recalled.

Miao Zipei nodded: "In the past, when exhibiting on the campus of the Art Museum of University A, there was an exhibition hall where his prints were exhibited. They are very ethnically distinctive and completely different from the current style."

"National characteristics mean..." Mu Yiran asked.

"It probably reflects the scenes of the people in their hometown when they work and live. I still remember the name of the series of prints, called "Son of the Dong God"." Miao Zipei said with certainty.

"Dong God?" Everyone was a little puzzled, and some even wanted to ask further, which word "dong" was.

"Tongzhou has many mountains and many caves, so there are many mountain gods and cave gods." Mu is still in deep thought. "In the tradition of some Tongzhou people, mountains, trees, caves and rocks can all become gods, buffaloes, eagles and swallows swim. Fish can be strange."

Shi Zhendong seemed to have thought of something: "When I traveled to Tongzhou before, I had heard the legend about Luohuadong women. Is the cave **** here related to Luohuadong women?"

Everyone had heard of something, and some hadn't heard of it. Wei Dong asked directly: "What's the matter with the Luohuadong girl?"

"There is a legend in Tongzhou that some girls are brides chosen by the **** cave gods. Such girls do not eat or drink in the cave, and they will die slowly when they return. This phenomenon is known locally. Falling into the hole'."

Wei Dong felt that these Luohuadong girls were very pitiful: "Can these girls marry the cave **** after they die?"

"Yes, these women wore wedding dresses after their deaths, and the funeral ceremonies were also organized according to the wedding." Shi Zhendong lowered his eyes. "According to later scientific statements, these girls actually have some kind of depression."

Mu Yiran suddenly interrupted Shi Zhendong's words and looked at Miao Zipei and said, "You just said that Rong Rang's print series is called "The Son of the Cave God"?"

Miao Zipei nodded: "At first I thought it was the worship of gods there, just like the descendants of the dragon or the sons of the East..."

"Luohuadong women will never marry a mortal in her life, let alone have children." Shi Zhendong seemed to have guessed Mu Yiran's thoughts.

Mu Yiran shook his head slightly: "I used to live in Tongzhou for a while, and heard many local rumors. There was a village girl from Luohuadong who was conceived in a cave. Such a child was called a cave god. When their mother leaves, such children will be protected by the whole village, and such children are often gifted."

No one is ashamed to analyze the whole story about conception. At this moment, thinking of Rong Rang as an "orphan" and sending him to college from the whole village, then Rong Rang is very likely to be the legendary "son of the cave god".

"It's no wonder that Rong Rang has a very high artistic talent. He turned out to be Dongshen's son." Miao Zipei felt unconsciously, "But what does this matter have to do with the contradictions in his works? Especially with regard to shadows... "

"In some extremely remote villages in Tongzhou, there are extremely pious cave **** worship, and the villagers there also advocate black." Mu Yiran said the truth.

"You mean that Rong Rang was probably born in such a village?" Qin Ci said, "Dong God is their totem, and black is their auspicious color."

Everyone seemed to gradually touch the truth of the matter.

Miao Zipei has never hesitated to mobilize all his brain cells for painting matters: "From an ethnic village that worships black, he is the son of Dongshen who has attracted the attention of the village. Naturally, black is naturally different from other colors. But such a person. However, after being exposed to the outside world of painting, he paranoidly fell in love with the most daring Fauvism with color. This is simply a complete tearing of one’s view of color!"

"That's why there are contradictions and confusions, and things like a maze will be produced." Zhu Haowen gave a summary.

Seeing the truth of the matter, everyone was silent.

The annoying NPC began to urge everyone to go downstairs for dinner. Mu Yiran directly made arrangements: "The four people are responsible for going downstairs to have dinner. Let's eat on the second floor."

Everyone agreed, so dinner was settled hastily on the second floor.

Miao Zipei wanted to untie Mi Wei and let her eat, but Mi Wei shook her head: "I can't eat."

Night is slowly falling, but the signature has not been found. Mi Wei, who has been sentenced to death, cannot be able to eat.

"The answer is clear. The signature must be in the maze." It was Ke Xun who spoke.

Everyone agreed with this answer, because the maze is the intersection of the body and the shadow, and at the same time the replacement point of black and color.

Mi Wei sighed for a long time: "But the night has come... I wish you all the best tomorrow."

Everyone was sad, but they couldn't say anything.

No one dares to go to the labyrinth at night. At night, it is a world of shadows. Everyone nailed the windows to isolate them.

"What did you find when you went to the sixth floor?" Zhu Haowen just remembered to ask.

Ke Xun then remembered to inform: "The sixth floor is very strange. There is a glass jar with a purple liquid, but the door is wood-colored, and the clock on the wall is white."

As for the two people seeing Xin Beibei's body, Ke Xun did not say, so as not to make everyone uncomfortable.