[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

I calmed down and tried to shift my attention to the palm of my hand, only to find that the two parts that Poker Bottle asked me to touch were indeed quite different.

What is the essential difference and why, I don't know for a while.But as far as the feeling under the hand is concerned, whether it is the smoothness of the wall or the touch of the mural paint, they are different.I took a closer look with a flashlight, and I can see that the color, luster and oxidation degree of the two parts are slightly different with the naked eye.

Fatty's Eighteen Touches must not have been displayed in vain, and he also noticed something strange, and said: "This is drawn by two groups of people, right? Didn't they fight back then?"

I was also surprised, and said: "It feels different, but it should not be two groups of people."

"We don't understand the world of artists." Fatty rubbed his chin, pointed to the murals, and said, "Perhaps we divided into two groups at the beginning, but the leaders disagreed, so they scattered egg yolks." Clap your hands and part again.

I thought to myself, are you hungry, the egg yolks are all coming out.But the murals are really strange. The two parts that are very close have the same natural conditions, but the murals show different appearances. Could it be that the artificial conditions were different when they were painted?Thinking about it, I went to see Poker Bottle again. He was the first to discover it, so he must have his own opinion.But Poker-Face was still groping carefully, as if he was looking for some mechanism.

I didn't want to disturb him, so I guessed with the fat man.

"Could it be that the time is tight and the task is heavy." The fat man said according to the part with brighter colors, "Maybe I didn't rush there at that time, so the good painting here was painted by professionals, and the painting there was not so good. It was actually drawn by an intern."

I haven't fucking heard of burial murals being such an important part of a burial that someone would look for an "intern".Besides, if it is really an intern, then the difference should be in the painting skills and brushwork, and the two parts of the painting skills and brushwork are all integrated, and there is no difference.

The fourth child looked at it for a while, and was about to interrupt, so I glared at him.Xin said that he was the Dou Dou intern who inserted some nonsense.He doesn't even count as an intern. This kid doesn't know how much he weighs. He has a loud voice and a bigger brain. How can he interrupt the train of thought of our professional fighters over there.

Unexpectedly, the fourth child frowned, rubbed his eyes again, and said: "Damn it, Lao Wu, take a look, is there something wrong with your brother's eyes, why do I feel that the half-drawing is like pasting a layer of plastic wrap .”

When I heard it, I suddenly wanted to slap Lao Si, not because I was angry that he was out of tune, but because I wanted to slap him from the bottom of my heart.Because I have a feeling of enlightenment.

Just now I have been thinking about how to sum up the difference between these two parts in one sentence, but no matter how I think about it, I can't think of a suitable description.Who knew that the fourth child's words had reached the essence.

I couldn't help but stick out my thumb to him: "It's great." The fat man also slapped the fourth brother's back with a slap, and was also very excited: "Fuck, that's how it feels!" He pointed to the mural on the side and said , "The egg yolk here is covered with plastic wrap, so it is still fresh. The egg yolk over there is not battered, so it is a little wilted."

Having said that, I have lived so long and dealt with ancient tombs for so many years, and I have never seen a mural painted with an anti-corrosion layer, and it is only half of it.

Porky Bottle turned his head and frowned.I hurriedly asked, "What do you see?"

Poker-Face glanced at the fourth child, and said calmly: "What he said is not entirely correct."

I thought in my heart that there is still something right?The brain hole was successfully connected?Is it really "paint protection film"?

Boyouping walked to the middle of the murals on both sides. In fact, the dividing line between the two parts is not very clear. There is a river in the painting, and the two sides are roughly separated by the river.Poker-Face pointed to the older side and said, "That's the part with an extra layer of 'membrane'."

We didn't understand why, so the fourth child asked the most outrageous, but also the simplest question: "Tsk, brother Zhang, then why do you think the half of the bag covered with plastic wrap is not fresh?"

Poker Bottle looked at us and replied, "It's not for preservation."

I don't know why, but when I heard the conversation between the fourth child and Poker Fing, I wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, I understood what Poker Fing meant.

The part that seems to have an extra layer of film is darker in color, that is to say, this layer of film is actually not for preservation, but for old-fashioned.

In the state of natural preservation of the murals, it must be gradually oxidized.Moreover, it has not been discovered how high-end the anti-oxidation technology of murals was by the ancients. It can almost be assumed that the "fresh" part we look at is a natural preservation state.Then it can be speculated that there may be some kind of craftsmanship in the "not fresh" part, making it look older than the other part.

I seldom take the initiative to cheat anyone in business, but I do have Xibei goods under my hands.Anyone who does it knows that there is a very common way in the antique market to confuse the real with the fake, that is, to make old ones.Modern ones are made into those of the Republic of China, and those of the Republic of China are made into those of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and even more powerful ones are made, and those that have just been released can be made into those of the Han Dynasty or earlier.There are many ways to make old, generally there are chemical erosion, fire and water boiling and so on.I also heard that it was thrown into the cesspit to make it old, but I don't know how to get rid of the smell.

Distressing is done to make the item look older and thus more valuable.But why did a tomb builder in the Liao Dynasty make old part of the murals of the tomb owner's tomb?

The fat man also heard something strange, and said, "It's not for keeping fresh, is it for making it old? The people who repaired the underground palace knew that the owner of the tomb especially admired the master who painted murals in the past, so they pretended to be painted for him by the dead?"

The fourth child continued: "That's not okay, isn't this fooling the ghosts? It's immoral, really immoral."

I looked at Poker Finger, who didn't answer, but waved his hand, and then went to look at the mural.

I followed Pokerfing's gaze, and found that he seemed to be looking at the content of the mural this time, and his eyes swept to the part showing the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars.

When we glanced at it just now, we were only surprised by the colors and fine brushwork of the murals, but then I felt a subtle sense of disobedience.After discovering the difference between the two parts of the mural itself, and then carefully looking at the content of the painting, the feeling of discord becomes even stronger.

I am a bit regretful, I am really a layman when it comes to those minority cultures in the Northern Song Dynasty.I have little contact with business, and the ancient tombs I visited ten years ago—those ancient tombs related to Poker Bottle, which I focus on research, are not related to that era.Rubbing is my old profession. Although books and paintings are often mentioned together, I don’t know much about paintings, so I can’t understand what’s wrong with this mural.

But that sense of disobedience is very strong.

We kept looking up, and our necks were sore, so I lowered my head and rubbed it a few times.Probably because I kept staring at it, even though my eyes had stopped looking at the mural, the image of the mural still flashed before my eyes.But just such an afterimage, I suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu, as if I had seen this mural somewhere before.

I looked up again and couldn't remember.All four of them fell silent for a moment.

After a while, the fat man came over and suddenly patted me on the shoulder, saying, "What are you thinking about, he looks very sad."

I think back on my past experiences, but I still can’t grasp the point. This feeling is a bit like when I first met Xiaohua at the Crescent Hotel, I clearly felt impressed, but I couldn’t remember it, and I didn’t know where to start thinking.I could only say: "I seem to have seen this painting before."

Porky Bottle turned to look at me, but didn't say anything.When the fat man heard this, he looked at me, then at Poker Bottle, and suddenly pulled me, dragging me a few steps behind him.

I didn't know why, so I shook off him and said, "Why, what did you think of?"

The fat man turned my head to the direction of the mural again, and said, "Take a look again this time."

My current position is a little far from the sun, moon, and starry sky above my head, and I can see the whole picture, so the familiar feeling is more clear, and I suddenly remember the time when I saw this mural last time and more information in the space.Like a puzzle, now I gradually find other pieces.

I hurriedly said to the fat man, "Quick, give me some inspiration."

The fat man sighed and said, "It's all up to you, the fat man has never seen it before."

I wondered: "Then why did you drag me here? It's really from this angle, I'm particularly impressed."

The fat man snorted, pointed at Poker, and said, "You're next to him, all the radars in your body are pointing at him, and you're thinking of a fart, the fat man will help you block the obstacles so that you can search for signals."

I was so choked by him that the fat man flicked the antenna on the top of my head again and asked, "Do you remember?"

Although I really don't want to admit it, I really remembered it completely. It should be the relationship from the angle of looking at the whole picture.

The last time I saw this mural, to be precise, it should not be exactly the same, probably another one with some differences in details.I remembered that it was at an ancient mural exchange forum jointly organized by an archaeological research institute and some folk antique collectors.

For a period of time, I was often invited to participate in some similar forums. If you are interested, you can go and see them to make friends, and if you are not interested, you can occasionally join in the fun.

Now I can clearly describe the sense of disobedience, because I remembered that the picture, which is very similar to the mural above our heads, was brought by a researcher of murals in the Western Han Dynasty.The video material seems to be unearthed in a Han tomb, and of course it belongs to the murals of the Western Han Dynasty.

I looked up again, and the style of the murals, including the images in the paintings, were almost exactly the same.Especially the black bird in the middle of the sun, which is the three-legged Golden Crow, is said to be a divine bird that drives a Japanese chariot. It was unearthed from the famous Mawangdui Han Tomb.

The fat man waved his hand in front of my eyes, and said, "Is the radar working?"

I nodded, pinched my brows and said, "This mural is in the style of Western Han murals. I said why it appeared in a tomb of the Liao Dynasty. It looks so inconsistent."

I wasn't sure if my judgment was right, and maybe I had a habit of trusting Poker Bottle, so I asked him anyway.

Poker-Face moved his eyes from the mural and landed on my face.Fatty made a weird artificial sound effect on the side, and said, "Naive has no signal again."

I didn't have the time to talk to him, but I saw Poker Ping pointing his finger to the depths of the tomb, and he still couldn't make out his tone. He said: "There is a big problem with the murals here, and the age may not be what you said. Go to the tomb. to be sure."

The fourth child echoed: "That's right, let's go, what's so interesting about it, I don't know it, and it doesn't know me."

I was right when I thought about it, maybe I predicted too much in advance, and I was too cautious, and a mural that violated the harmony has trapped us for so long.In the past, at this time, the fat people would lift the lid of the coffin, and the Poker Bottle would start killing the rice dumplings.

There is darkness in the depths of the tomb passage, but it should not be far away, and there may be the answer we want in the tomb.