Paintings of Terror

The decoration style of the Bronze Art Museum is very consistent with its name.

The exterior walls of the entire venue have been decorated with a bronze texture and color.

However, the painters were not in the mood to appreciate this quaint and majestic building. A cold autumn rain was hitting the whole city, and the temperature dropped sharply three times in a week, which caught these foreigners by surprise. Qin Ci even When I got off the plane, I bought a thin down jacket on the spot and put it on.

Ke Xun wore a baseball cap and a baseball uniform, and stood at the gate of the art museum in a fashionable style, attracting the young girls passing by to look at him.

The Bronze Art Museum opens at [-]:[-] in the morning, and it is now [-]:[-], and Mu Yiran from the five-member group of Jinhua Theory has not yet arrived.

"Boss, can you make it in time?" Wei Dong huddled in his thick sweater, his teeth itching from the cold.

Mu Yiran went to the Apennine Peninsula, and when Ke Xun called him at three o'clock last night, he had just got off the plane.

Ke Xun put his hands in his pockets and looked at the rain on the street: "What's the hurry, there's still time to start painting before eight o'clock in the evening, let him sleep more."

"Tsk tsk, it's obvious that you love others," Wei Dong turned his head, "Come on, Haowen'er, brother loves you, put your hands in my pocket, my pocket is warm."

Zhu Haowen raised a hand expressionlessly, wearing a thin thread glove.

"They all know how to take care of themselves," Wei Dong shivered, "I regret that I didn't listen to my mother's advice and wear an extra layer. I'm almost peeing from the cold...Ke Er, take the extra clothes with you." Are you dressed?"

Ke Xun took off the shoulder bag and threw it to him: "It's just a coat, you wear it first, don't get it dirty."

"Damn, I'm starting to dislike me now. Having a daughter-in-law and forgetting about my mother's unfilial son!" Wei Dong turned out his clothes, but saw that it was a short black woolen trench coat.

"Huh? Don't you never wear this kind of formal clothes?" Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun very curiously. Seeing that Ke Xun was still standing there with his back on his back, Wei Dong was suddenly surprised. , "Hey, I see, this is specially prepared for the boss, I'm afraid it will freeze people—tsk tsk tsk, it's different for people who have a family, they are much more careful than us rough guys."

Wei Dong, who was wearing a trench coat and jeans, looked up at the sky: "It's still very cloudy today. With such rain, I don't know how many people are willing to come to the art museum today."

"Don't worry about others, have you reviewed the knowledge of paintings in this museum?" Ke Xun turned his face and asked him.

"Finish your review," Wei Dong said, "all the works on display in the museum are traditional Chinese paintings by modern and contemporary painters. I have written down all the information we found on the Internet about the collections of this gallery. I also backed up a document and pictures of all paintings, don't worry!"

"I feel that this time it should be smoother than the previous paintings," Qin Ci wanted to convey his optimism to everyone, and looked back at the closed door of the art museum with a smile, "We have done a good job in the preparation work this time. That's enough."

"The premise is that everything can be done step by step, and there will be no emergencies." Zhu Haowen remained calm.

At exactly nine o'clock, the gate of the art museum opened from the inside, and two staff members carried a roll-up poster and placed it outside the gate.

Several people looked at the content on the poster together, and then looked at each other.

I saw it said: The new paintings of the Bronze Art Museum are on display today, all are welcome... and so on.

"...What the hell..." Wei Dong looked at his companions with a speechless face, "It's just to make things difficult for us on purpose! I bet that the painting we are going to enter today must be in this museum One of those new paintings! It was all for nothing!"

"Soldiers are coming to stop you," Ke Xun said without any emotion, "Go ahead and warm up, I'll wait here."

The other three were not as polite as him, and entered the museum door first.

Ke Xun's cell phone rang at the right time, and when he glanced at the caller's name, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?...Well, we haven't arrived yet, and we are just about to go out. I think we can be with you... Don't worry, buy something to eat on the way, don't be hungry... Oh, what are you eating?...Okay, drink more hot water. Are you dressed thickly? It's raining here and it's cold....I can treat you badly By yourself? Thick, sweating all over....Okay, I'll wait for you....Don't worry, I won't stand outside, I'll go in as soon as I get there, okay?...Okay, see you later, be careful on the road."

Seeing that the time on his phone was almost 5:[-], Ke Xun turned his head and entered the art gallery. He only stayed for less than [-] minutes when he saw Mu Yiran stepping in the door holding a black umbrella.

"Am I good?" Ke Xun went up to meet him, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

"Ignore the words about the rain on your body." Mu Yiran pursed his lips, and used his other arm without the umbrella to wrap around his back.

The two haven't seen each other for more than ten days, and Mu Yiran has been busy, flying back and forth at home and abroad.

"How many days can you stay in China this time?" Ke Xun retracted his embrace while tilting his head and brushing his lips across his cheek.

Mu Yiran looked at the moisture sticking to his eyebrows and eyelashes, raised his hand to gently wipe it off for him, and said in a calm and clear voice, "This time, I will stay as long as you want me to stay."

Ke Xun was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips slowly raised: "Honey, I won't be polite to you, since you asked me to say it, then I hope that from today on, you will stay by my side forever, and you won't Do you regret it?"

Mu Yiran raised his hand to cover the dog's head with his hat off, rubbed it lightly, and said softly, "Your problem is very bad."

"As long as you don't leave for more than ten days, I will be happy even if you kill me." Ke Xun held his hand.

Mu Yiran glanced at him, walked in, and said lightly: "As you wish."

Ke Xun: "..."

So does the boss mean that he will not leave for more than ten days, or is he going to "clean up" him to death? ...

Think a little excited.

The other three people entered the museum ahead of time and were not idle. Instead, they asked the staff in charge of the museum for information about the new batch of paintings. Unfortunately, the staff didn't know much about it. They only said that they were transported by air last night. After seven o'clock, let the staff come in and hang the paintings.

The three of them walked around the gallery and saw that the new batch of paintings were all traditional Chinese paintings, some were by contemporary painters, and some were imitations of ancient paintings.

Everyone looked at it for nothing. There are thousands of years of Chinese civilization, and there are so many paintings from ancient times to the present. It is impossible to guess which one the target painting in the target exhibition hall will be.

"Shall we go in now?" Standing at the door of the target exhibition hall, Wei Dong asked Mu Yiran and Ke Xun.

"Come in, if you go in early, you might be able to find clues earlier." Ke Xun never hesitated because of fear, holding Mu Yiran's hand, he took the lead into the exhibition hall.

When all the lights went out and the beam of light from the void fell on the target painting, Ke Xun saw a faded ancient painting.

Ink and color, on silk, with dull tones and blurred patterns.

Thin gray stripes outline the vast ocean and the giant ship, the sky is stained with water-stained chaos, and under the vast ocean, there seem to be densely packed creatures that look like entities.

Before you look closely, the white light is already bright, and when you open your eyes again, you have already entered the painting.

"Wow-wow-"

A vast, dark sea suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Fuck...this is... on the boat?" Wei Dong turned around in shock and looked around.

Apparently, this is exactly the giant ship depicted in the painting. The wooden hull and deck superstructure have two floors, each floor has about a dozen rooms, simple doors and windows, and a black background hangs on the tall mast. The big banner with gold characters, on the flag is an ancient font.

"This painting is..." Qin Ci looked at everyone.

"The Picture of Burning Rhinoceros at Sea." It was Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen who answered.

Before the two entered the painting, they saw the name of the painting.

"Is this painting famous?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran's eyes moved slightly, and his voice was calm: "This is a painting in a private collection, and it has never been released to the public, and I only heard a few words from a friend in the industry occasionally, and I didn't expect its imitation to appear in the this place."

"Friend?" Ke Xun tilted his head and looked at him.

"A connoisseur of calligraphy and painting over sixty years old and a lover of Chinese culture," Mu Yiran glanced at him, "he is from the island country."

"We have made friends all over the world." Ke Xun boasted.

"Your expression just now tells us that this is not what you wanted to say." Wei Dong squinted, "I smell the sour smell of love."

"How much do you know about this painting?" Zhu Haowen asked Xiang Mu Yiran.

"Not much." Mu Yiran's face was also a little solemn, "The owner of this painting refused to disclose the content of the painting to anyone. He only mentioned a few words when he was drinking and chatting with a friend while drunk. His friend is the calligrapher and painting connoisseur I mentioned, and the owner of the painting is an islander like him."

"So which country is this painting from?" Wei Dong asked.

"The ancient paintings of our country are not recorded in any documents." Mu Yiran said.

"How did our country's paintings get into the hands of the islanders? Could it be that they were burned, killed and looted again?" Ke Xun asked.

"I also have a question," Qin Ci continued, "Since this painting has never been made public before, how can we be sure that it is a painting of our country?"

Mu Yiran answered unhurriedly: "The owner of the painting is surnamed Fukuoka, and he lived in the coastal generation of the island country. His ancestors made a living by fishing and possessed superb underwater technology.

"Hundreds of years ago, a generation of ancestors in Fukuoka was fishing at sea and accidentally discovered a sunken ship.

"The Fukuoka family gathered all the children with good water skills and salvaged them from the sea. However, the sunken ship was too old, and most of the items on the ship had lost their value. The Fukuoka family only picked up a few precious things that remained. This collection Silk paintings in water-proof containers are one of them.

"The Fukuoka family sold a few salvaged items, and gradually entered the ranks of wealthy families from a fisherman's family. However, this silk painting and several other salvaged items with collection value remained at home without being sold, and have been passed down from generation to generation. .

"The reason why it can be confirmed that this painting is a work of our country is that the other items that Gein fished out in the same boat were all produced in our country, and several of them are now placed in the National Museum.

"and,"

At this point, Mu Yiran pointed to the big flag hanging on the mast, "The boat depicted in the painting comes from our country, and the font on the flag is Xiaozhuan."

There was a look of "that's it" on everyone's face.

Ke Xun asked again: "Then who is the artist of this painting "The Picture of Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"?"

Mu Yiran's eyes were complicated, and he replied solemnly: "Unknown."