Paintings of Terror

In another timeline, Du Lingyu was the only survivor, and everyone else died.

The other twelve people have all died.

This dead despair, unable to struggle, made everyone speechless.

"Let's continue discussing this picture," Mu Yiran's voice was a little cold, but anyone who knew him could tell that the coldness was used to cover up the sadness. "About the negative space mentioned by Shao Ling, it's obviously There are also pictures in this picture, which are all around the picture, and the content is a bit weird."

"Yes," Shao Ling tried his best to recover from the sadness just now, "the negative space should be blank or gradually darkened, but the negative space in this photo is black with white spots on it , some like snowflakes floating in the middle of the night, but not like it.”

Zhu Haowen also joined the discussion: "I think the camera is a key prop in this world, which probably has something to do with Bi Di's identity as a photographer. We already know that the camera can capture the past and future scenes through the shutter and speed. It is a depth of time, so is there such a possibility? Can the camera lens angle capture the expansion of space? Can such a wide-angle lens capture scenes beyond the light brigade?"

This statement is very novel, everyone can't help but nod, Shao Ling further said: "If this is the case, I think that with the degree of wide-angle lens used in this picture, it may not only capture the world outside the light brigade."

"My God, did you capture the world outside the painting?!" Luo Xi was extremely surprised.

"That's not enough," Shao Ling said hastily, "I have been thinking about the composition of the Four Brigades and what the world outside the Four Brigades is like, through the words in the "Witch Rules" and the stories of Shi Xun and Weidong. I think the four brigades should be formed in a circular shape, which exactly corresponds to the phrase 'circle the brigade for me'."

Wei Dong frowned and listened for a long time: "You mean, the ground egg is like a big egg, and the Fourth Brigade is like a waistline tied to the ground egg?"

"Yes, you expressed it very accurately." Shao Ling nodded.

"I think the Four Brigades are not tied to the earth's egg, but are ringed inside the earth's egg," said Zhu Haowen this time, "The opening chapter of "Witches" says: The earth's egg is contained in the earth, and there is also time in it. I I feel that the people in the Fourth Brigade live in the earth egg, and they are still distributed in bands, but they don’t live on the surface of the earth like we do, but live inside the earth egg.”

"It can't be done, my brain is completely exhausted, so you can tell me what should we do next?" Luo Kui looked at the lit incense: "It's time to turn off the lights again in more than two hours, we have to hurry up."

"In addition to the funeral, I asked Ke Xun and the others to go to the store according to the shopping list in the package, hoping to gain something." Mu Yiran took out another roll of film that was developed, "Now let's look at the photos in Xi Shengnan's camera. "

Luo Xie took the film and installed a simple projector: "Xi Shengnan doesn't seem to have taken pictures, she probably doesn't have pictures of this world in her camera."

"Perhaps Xi Shengnan in another timeline took pictures, and we still don't know who took the pictures of those white fish." Wei Dong cut down the gossip, and quickly loaded the film, ready to "screen".

"That's right, we have a lot of work to do, and we'll have to zoom in on those white fish pictures later." Luo Kui also quickly entered the role, concentrating on cooperating with Weidong.

The pictures taken by Xi Shengnan flashed on the light curtain one by one. The shooting method was quite different from Mai Peng's. Xi Shengnan seemed to prefer to use macro to shoot still lifes, or narrative-style street scenes of characters, and occasionally some animals and food.

When the ancient building of the Jiuzhan Art Museum appeared on the picture, Wei Dong and Luo Xio’s movements slowed down in unison. This familiar art museum was like a dream that was too depressing to wake up, pulling everyone back into it. dark night.

"You said, are we still in the Jiuzhan Art Museum?" Luo Kuo suddenly asked such a question.

"If we are still in the painting," Qin Ci continued, "The painting "Reverse Journey" is displayed in the art museum, so in a broad sense, we are still in the Jiuzhan Art Museum."

"Well, this problem is as profound and difficult to understand as the problems of our current timelines." Luo Wei shook his head and continued to show the next picture.

Xi Shengnan should be a photographer keen on documenting life. She also took pictures of the lobby of the art museum, and even took a profile portrait of the old man at the door. The seemingly ordinary expression was actually shot with a certain sadness. the taste of.

After that, I took casual photos of each exhibition hall, and soon the photos showed the familiar exhibition hall and the familiar door.

Inside the door is another part of the exhibition that is separated from the exhibition hall, which belongs to the exhibition of Bi Di's photographic works.

The following photos are indeed about the shooting of Bi Di’s works exhibition. Xi Shengnan did not focus on the specific works, but formed a comfortable atmosphere with the layout of the exhibition hall and the light outside the window, coating this future film exhibition with a layer from Gold in the eye of the beholder.

"Stop!" Several people said in unison.

Wei Dongluo also stopped the movement of his hand at the right time, and stopped the slowly moving negative on the light curtain.

The pictures were taken on the exhibition racks in the exhibition hall. A row of photographic works on the exhibition racks formed a depth effect, and the photos taken by Bi Di were displayed from near to far.

All eyes are focused on the third work from the left—although the picture is smaller and not so clear because of the focus deviation, but this does not prevent everyone from recognizing it at the first time—— "Reverse Journey", this picture is exactly "Reverse Journey".

"Oh my God, I have a sense of dislocation in time and space. Are we looking at this painting in this painting?" Luo Wei shook his head, feeling incredible.

The others are silently observing the painting, although the painting in the picture has a sense of familiarity that will be recognized by everyone when it turns into ashes, but at the same time it has the alienation and strangeness that has not been seen for a long time.

"Now I feel that this circle suddenly has a special meaning." Wei Dong said, "Do you think this circle is like a lens of a camera? All of us are actually in Bidi's lens."

"It makes sense, no wonder the camera is endowed with such a special meaning in this world." Qin Ci looked intently at the circle on the photo and the houses inside the circle, "Now it seems that this circle may be a ring, The reverse journey exists in the circle."

"There is also a timeline," Shao Ling added, "When we first entered the painting, the timeline we were in was connected to another timeline, and probably formed a circle like this."

"The signature is outside the ring," Fang Fei also said, with a surprising meaning, "We are inside the ring, and the signature is outside the ring. We have to go out to find the signature."

Everyone was silent, thinking for a moment that this was a rare breakthrough point, and for a while feeling that it was almost impossible to reach beyond the circle—this was no longer a matter of geographical distance. Outside the circle, it seemed to be Another universe.

"Look, there seems to be something on the right side of the circle." Mu Yiran said.

When everyone heard this, they all squinted their eyes and looked to the right side of the ring.Since the signature is on the left side of the ring, the right side has been overlooked, and now it appears that there are some random lines there, but because the color is too light, it is very blurred.

"I remember these things," Fang Fei said. "Before we entered the painting, what I focused on was the pencil drawing, that is, the circle and the things outside the circle. The author's signature and date are on the left, and there are some pencil marks in the upper right corner." The traces of the lines are very light, and I thought it was caused by the unclean image processing.”

"Yes, these lines are too random, as if they have no special meaning." Wei Dong also said.

Mu Yiran looked at Fang Fei: "What kind of lines did you see at the beginning, can you draw them simply?"

"I'll try." Fang Fei came to the table, picked up the pen and paper prepared by Mu Yiran, recalled it carefully, and drew a few strokes: "I forget whether there are one or two strokes on the left, anyway, it is slightly curved. The lines on the right, I remember very clearly, the two lines crossed, like a cross.—But one thing is certain, the lines themselves are very light, and have been erased, so I thought it was a painting I didn’t pay attention to the extra lines caused by drawing.”

"I think this circle can be broken through, because it is a pencil and can be erased." If it were normal, Shao Ling would think that he was trying to tell a joke, but at the moment he was very serious, "This painting The part where the pencil is drawn is actually likely to be erased by the eraser."

"Including the artist's signature." Zhu Haowen said.

"Oh my God, that's terrible. If the signature is gone, it's really over." Luo Kuo was said to be scared by everyone.

"Everyone look at this pattern carefully," Mu Yiran showed everyone the picture Fang Fei drew just now, "Please use your imagination boldly, what do you think it looks like?"

"A few strands of hair..." Luo Kuo said.

"Didn't draw the flowing clouds?" Qin Ci said.

"Traces of the blowing wind?" Wei Dong said.

The others didn't speak any more, and it was really hard to see what it looked like based on these few abstract lines.

Mu Yiran drew a similar pattern on the side with his own strokes, keeping the fork on the right and only one curved line on the left: "How about this, what does it look like?"

Everyone frowned and watched for a long time, and finally gave up guessing.

"Light bulbs." Zhu Haowen said suddenly, "It's very similar to the light bulbs I drew when I was learning circuits in physics class in middle school."

After Zhu Haowen said this, everyone felt a little similar, but when drawing a circuit, a complete circle would be used to enclose the fork, and this drawing is more casual.

Mu Yiran nodded: "I also think this is a light bulb. To be precise, it is a representation of a light source. When a photographer composes a picture, he should consider the position of the light source, so Bi Di specially drew it, but because it is to remind himself draft, so for the effect of the overall composition, it may be erased later.”

"If it's a light source, why didn't he just draw a sun?" Weidong said.

"I think that if this painting is replaced by photography, it probably cannot be shot directly in nature." Mu Yiran said, "So, the author cannot use the light of the sun, so he has to artificially create a landscape and choose to use light."

"But it's not right," Qin Ci said, "whether it is the sun or a lamp, it is always a light source, but why are the shadows of the houses in the circle opposite to the light source? This is not normal."

The upper right of the circle is the light source, but the shadow of the house in the circle is located at the lower right, which is indeed unreasonable.

"If the sun is on the right, the shadow of the house should be on the left!" Luo Xie also saw the problem.

"Probably because of this, the time disorder in this world is caused. The light and shadow here are completely wrong." Mu Yiran said, "We can also understand light and shadow as time and shadow."

The time in this world is so chaotic that there are even more than one timeline. These are not caused by accident, but from the artist's original design.

The painter seems to want to complete such a photographic work, an impossible work with distorted light.

"So? How do we get out? The signature is outside the circle." Luo Xi was a little anxious.

"We can go out, because the shape of the ground egg is similar to that of the stone xun, and there is also an exit like a blow hole, and we can go out through the exit." Fang Fei's voice sounded behind everyone.

Everyone felt that there was something wrong with Fang Fei's words at this time, and they turned around for a while, only to realize that Fang Fei didn't know when to put on her mask!

That snow-white mask belonged to a witch.

Putting on this mask, Fang Fei seemed to have changed her identity all at once. Although Fang Fei's usual facial expressions were not rich, this mask made her look cold and hard, even a little sacred.

Wei Dong tentatively said to Fang Fei: "Are you Fang Fei now, or Master Wu?"

Fang Fei's snow-white face faced Wei Dong: "No matter who it is, we will always be partners. The purpose is to find an autograph. Now I just use this mask to see things that the naked eye cannot see."

"What do you see?"

"The interior of the earth egg, and the space we are in."