Paintings of Terror

When the eight old members walked into the exhibition hall next door, they found that it was completely dark inside.

Hearing the door slowly close behind him, everyone's mood sank.

Those few newcomers were quite calm, and some of them said, is there a power outage, everyone should turn on the lights of their mobile phones...

Before the words were finished, a beam of tragic white light shot straight down on a painting, and the old members quickly approached the painting, trying to remember the content and the author of the painting clearly in the shortest possible time.

The five newcomers stared dumbfounded at the visitors who suddenly approached. One of the young people tightly covered his expensive camera that he had just bought from Japan...

Gradually, the newcomers felt something was wrong, as if there was only this ray of light left in this dark world, these dozens of people, and this painting on the wall.

The eyes of the old members are all fixed on the painting. This is a painting mixed with black and white photography. The picture is black and white, not ink, but more like a line draft drawn with black carbon pens, probably to highlight the sense of the picture. The author draws a big circle with a compass on the square paper, and the scenery is hidden in the circle, adding an artistic sense to the picture.

The composition is very simple. There is only a simple house with a slanting shadow illuminated by the sun. The author's signature is written outside the circle, and the handwriting is scrawled: Nilv, written by Bi Di in the spring of 1995.

The white light only existed for more than a dozen seconds, and the old members already had a tacit assignment of tasks. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen focused on memorizing images, Ke Xun and Qin Ci focused more on memorizing words, and Mu Yiran had an overview of the overall situation and played freely. ...

Shao Ling observed the composition proportions of the picture in his own way; Fang Fei discovered the difference in the brush, the picture is a carbon pen, the author's signature and the big circle seem to be pencils; a few photos...

When the world was completely dark, the five newcomers finally let out a terrified scream: Where is this? !What exactly is going on? !Who are you? !

Luo Kuo's voice slowly lingered: "We are both fallen in the world, I hope they are all lucky."

Soon, everyone was silent, and the darkness at this time was gradually thickening, as if it was an indissoluble secret realm, and only through the sense of emptiness after suffocation could it slowly blend into it.

I don’t know how long this period of time lasted. Luo Wei only knew that he was holding Ke Xun and Wei Dong’s hands tightly, and his legs were holding his "Xinchun Body Feeling Car". He will tell everyone about himself when he can talk later How it feels: like swimming in asphalt...

"Asphalt" is not hot, it is at room temperature, and it is gradually cooling down, getting colder and colder, as if it wants to condense people into thousand-year-old amber.

I don't know how many lives and kalpas have passed in the chaos, both feet can finally step on the flat ground, and the mouth and nose can finally breathe freely. Luo He greedily breathes the cold air with edges and corners, and listens to Wei Dong beside him. A testimonial: "I feel like I have swum through a whole preserved egg."

Everyone who was inadvertently compared to "ginger sauce" by Weidong is now adjusting their state of facing the new environment.

Although everyone is still in the dark, they can feel that this is indoors, the whole world is very quiet, squatting down and touching their feet, it is a solid wooden floor, which is not clean, it seems to be covered with a layer of dust.

After experiencing the indescribable "preserved egg"-like body sensation just now, the five newcomers also gradually calmed down, wrapped up their old cotton robes that did not belong to them, and listened to Qin Ci's talk about "Entering the Painting" like the Arabian Nights. Those who say ".

"It's really cold here," Ke Xun had already turned on his phone, "What the hell is my phone broken?"

The screen of Ke Xun's phone is bright, but there is no image, just like the dim light of the screen when it is just turned on, or the short blank when changing the lens of an early Japanese TV series-the whole screen is full of nothingness white light.

Soon a few more patches of white light came on, and everyone's mobile phones lost all functions except lighting.

"I can't even see how many bars of the battery." Wei Dong stared at the rectangular white light on his phone, and the battery was 100% full, so it was a waste charge?

"That is to say, the mobile phone is useless in this painting?" A strange cold voice rang out. The voice came from a boy among the newcomers. The boy imitated Shao Ling in the dim light and groped for the wall behind him. Soon I felt the scratches carved on the wooden wall, one by one were very clear.

"My Ricoh camera has also changed, it has become a purely mechanical old-fashioned camera!" This time the one who spoke this time was the one who covered the camera for fear of being robbed.

Qin Ci briefly introduced several old members to the newcomers, and an older girl with short hair among the newcomers also took the initiative to say: "My name is Xi Shengnan, and I am the group leader of the 'Sculpture Time Photography Lovers Group'. The wind-collecting activity was spontaneously organized by a few of us photographers, and City A is the last stop of our trip..." Xi Shengnan's voice darkened.

After the introduction, everyone got acquainted with a few newcomers - apart from Xi Shengnan, there was another handsome girl named Du Lingyu, the boy with a Japanese Ricoh camera was Lu Heng, and the fat boy named Cao Youning, leaning against the wall While looking for clues, it was Mai Peng with a cold voice.

"That is to say, if you find the photographer's signature, you will be able to go out?" Du Lingyu's voice trembled slightly.

"It's a painter." Cao Youning corrected her.

"Bi Di is a photographer."

"We are now in his painting."

Du Lingyu lost her voice, and her cell phone went dark at the same time, as if she wanted to save her energy with her master.

The surroundings seemed to be slightly brighter, but the light was strange, very different from the normal break of dawn.

"Turn off the phone first." Mu Yiran who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.

Perhaps it was because Mu Yiran's unique temperament was convincing, several newcomers turned off their phones at the same time, the darkness was gradually thinning, and the surroundings were filled with inexplicable light, like a night light with a cool color.

"Before 'dawn', let's talk about this painting and its author first. I hope everyone knows everything about it." Mu Yiran could barely see where the people were in the dim light—it was a wooden building In the wide corridor, there is a wooden door not far from a few people, which probably leads to a certain room, and the other direction leads to a deep staircase, connecting to the bottomless darkness.

It was like the scene of a horror movie, with imminent danger brewing all around.

"You just said that Bi Di is a photographer?" Qin Ci asked Xi Shengnan.

Xi Shengnan nodded: "We came to the art museum today to appreciate Bi Di's photography works. In fact, his photography exhibition will not open until next month, but we can't stay in City A for a month. We estimate that the photography exhibition should be prepared in advance. So I begged the staff to open the door for us."

"If I had known this was the case, I wouldn't have gone to any photography exhibition." Cao Youning muttered in a low voice, remembering what her grandmother said when she was a child: she was simply chased by ghosts.

"Bi Di is a very famous photographer?" Shao Ling asked.

"He is well-known in the industry, but not nationally famous," Xi Shengnan took over the topic, "This exhibition in City A is his first photography exhibition, because City A is his hometown, this time the photography The exhibition can also be regarded as a commemoration of the artist after his death."

Bi Di was already dead, and several old members looked at each other calmly. This matter once again matched the situation of the previous painters. Every painting that everyone entered was the posthumous work of the author after his death.

"As a photographer, does Bi Di occasionally paint?" Shao Ling continued to ask.

"It's really hard to say. Bi Di changed his photography style after he was 40 years old. First, he returned to the original color of black and white in terms of color, and no longer produced color photos; in terms of form, he almost gave up capturing and snapping." Xi Shengnan said.

Hearing this sentence, Mu Yiran cast his gaze over, and Shao Ling continued to ask: "If you give up capturing and snapping, you will simply lose the true meaning of photography. Why did he..."

"He brews a photo just like he brews a book or a movie," said Mai Peng with a cold voice, "For a photo, he may have to type dozens of line drafts, and after the finished photo comes out , Those drafts will be burned by him, and only a small amount exists in the world. The painting we are in is one of the most precious line drafts."

"The name of this line drawing is "Inverse Journey". Have you ever seen the finished photo of "Inverse Journey"? Can you give us a general idea of ​​what the photo looks like?" Shao Ling turned his attention to Mai Peng. Learn more.

However, Mai Peng shook his head regretfully: "I have seen all the photographic works published by Bi Di, and I almost remember the content, but I have never seen a photo called "Reverse Journey". See you for the first time."

Qin Ci looked at the other newcomers: "Has no one seen the photo of "Ni Lu"?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Cao Youning said, "Don't talk about the photos, I didn't see clearly what the drawing was about for the line drawing we entered, and I was so worried about it just now."

Luo Xie looked at the single-function mobile phone in his hand with some disappointment: "I took a few photos, I think when we first came in... ouch—————"

Luo Xie's sudden scream startled the newcomers, and Wei Dong also panicked, trying to calm down and said, "What's wrong, are you waiting to be fed?"

"There's a fluffy thing rubbing against my Jio!" Luo Xie's whole body was frightened and softened, and he even forgot to dodge, only knowing that he was sweating and clutching Weidong who was closest to him.

Now everyone is not calm anymore, and they all look at Luo Kuo's feet in the dim light, as if there is a furry thing moving, Du Lingyu in the newcomer screamed: "Oh my God, what is this thing! Doesn't it often happen that this kind of inexplicable thing..."

Ke Xun lit up his phone and pointed it at Luo Kuo's feet: "It's a dog."

"Ah?! It's so weird!" Luo Yu moved towards Ke Xun with difficulty, not daring to look down at all, but the dog followed him step by step, "Mom, is this a ghost version?" NPC... oh my god, its color is so weird, how can it be so white..."

"When did this dog sneak in? Why did it come so silently? I don't remember a dog was drawn on the picture..." This time it was Lu Heng, who was also terrified, who spoke.

"I don't think it belongs in the painting," Mu Yiran remained calm, "Luobo, where is your motion sensor car?"