Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun looked at the direction of Hua Jiqiu's finger. It seemed to be a New Year painting at the end of the southwest corner of the exhibition hall. Ke Xun turned his gaze back to Hua Jiqiu. It is really unbearable for people who don't know to be forced into the painting: "Director Hua, actually..."

"Actually, we can go and see for ourselves first, and then come to ask you for advice if we don't understand." Mu Yiran took the words naturally.

"Okay." Hua Jiqiu nodded and smiled, his eyes were attracted by a group of new visitors in front of the exhibition hall, and he greeted them politely.

Mu Yiran dragged Ke Xun to the southwest corner of the exhibition hall: "In this game, we can only counteract the power of painting by successfully producing paintings. There is almost no possibility of evasion before entering the painting—not just you and me, It also includes all the entrants selected by the painting."

Ke Xun nodded, and squeezed Mu Yiran's hand. Seeing that Hua Jiqiu had already walked out of the exhibition hall to talk to the visitors, he waved to other companions, and they all approached the painting in the southwest corner. "Different" New Year pictures.

The size of this New Year picture is not small, according to the classification it should belong to "Gong Jian". The picture does not have the rich colors of common New Year pictures, and even the composition is confusing.

"Why do these patterns look so messy?" Wei Dong was the first to question, "I can't see what the author is trying to express. Although some of them are auspicious patterns, they are messed up together."

The whole painting is made of white as the background color, and the whole picture is printed with vermilion lines. If you look closely, you can see that there are auspicious patterns such as Ruyi, Yuanbao, carp, pomegranate, persimmon, etc., but they do not form a structure when combined together. Subject unknown.

"This painting does not have the name of the woodblock master, but only the name of the painter, and he has passed away." Wu You said his discovery.

The label on this painting simply reads - Work: He He, Author: Si Nian.

The name "Si Nian" is surrounded by a black rectangle.

It is precisely because of the simplicity of the label that the black frame is particularly eye-catching, and it is scary to look at it for a long time.

"I don't remember such a person among the craftsmen of New Year paintings." Ke Xun looked at Gu Qingqing: "Qingqing, is there such a name among the craftsmen you summarized?"

Gu Qingqing thought about it carefully: "No. This name is very special, and I will definitely remember it if it appears. However, most of our information is obtained from the Internet or libraries, and there must be many names of folk artists who are not in it. in."

Mu Yiran's eyes remained on the auspicious pattern of this New Year painting: "I think this painting does not come from a single block of wood, but rather it is made of small blocks of wood."

Shao Ling also felt the same, and pointed to one of them: "There are some traces of repeated lines here, which should be the result of repeated printing caused by splicing. If this is really a splicing work, what is the significance? Is it for comprehensive display Various traditional auspicious patterns in our country?"

"According to past experience, the reason must not be so simple." Qin Ci shook his head slightly, "If this painting is really a splicing work, then there must be a story behind the splicing, and maybe it is the final question we need to answer in this painting. Puzzle."

"Although the picture looks a bit messy at first glance, if you look closely at the joints, they are basically all stitched together seamlessly. It is really not easy to assemble a huge picture with several small wood blocks." Wei Dong Observe the screen very carefully.

"Also, do these traditional patterns have something to do with the bone pattern?" Fang Fei also expressed her thoughts.

Everyone was silent for a while, it seems that everyone thought of this by coincidence.

"Look quickly! Is this a rope-like pattern?!" Wu You suddenly discovered something, and pointed to a place in the painting to tell everyone.

Everyone's eyes are focused there, and the curved rope-like thing is located in the lower middle of the painting, connecting auspicious clouds, bats, persimmon stalks and plum blossoms up, down, left, and right.

It is difficult to understand what this rope represents, but it should be seen that these are festive and auspicious patterns.

And it can be seen that this rope should have no direct relationship with Diwei, but because of its peculiar shape, it still attracted everyone's attention.

Wu You carefully observed the rope: "I don't think it's a coincidence. What does the rope on this New Year picture represent?"

"This is not a rope, but a money python that represents wealth." A voice sounded from behind.

Everyone turned their heads, it was Hua Jiqiu.

Hua Jiqiu continued: "This remnant of the money python was made before the Yuan Dynasty, so the painting method is relatively simple, and it is not surprising that outsiders recognize it as a rope."

"You mean to say that this painting is composed of remnants of various ancient New Year paintings?" Mu Yiran quickly grasped the point.

"Indeed." Hua Jiqiu looked at Mu Yiran with admiration, "That's why I said just now that this painting is unique because it has special historical significance."

Everyone looked behind Hua Jiqiu, thinking they should be followed by a group of visitors.

Hua Jiqiu explained with a smile: "The visitors just now were just curious about the huge door god picture at the entrance of the exhibition hall. It can be said that there are very few people who are really interested in common knowledge..."

Before Hua Jiqiu finished speaking, the entire exhibition hall suddenly fell into darkness.

Everyone has gotten used to this familiar darkness, but the calmest person today is actually Hua Jiqiu.

As the curator, Hua Jiqiu was very conscientious to 'pacify' everyone's emotions: "Don't panic, it may be that there is a problem with the circuit of the museum, so I'll call and ask... Hey, it's Xiao Wu Why? Why is there a sudden power outage on the third floor... Hey, Xiao Wu, hello? Can you hear me? Hey, hey..."

When the pale light came on, Hua Jiqiu was the first to breathe a sigh of relief: "Did I know there would be a call! What about this light... Oh, this is probably an emergency light, it is an emergency light!"

Crowd: ...

"Something is wrong. This exhibition hall obviously has glass windows. Even if there is a power outage, it shouldn't be completely dark." A strange female voice sounded.

Everyone was slightly startled, and following a strange "rolling" sound, they saw a woman half body shorter than ordinary people "drifting" under the pale light...

Wu You almost didn't cry out, thinking that this was already "into the painting", but he heard Ke Xun talking to the woman: "You still came in."

The woman smiled: "I came to the art gallery today to appreciate the New Year paintings. No matter how bad the exhibition hall is, I have to come in and take a look."

It turned out to be the lady in a wheelchair when I first entered the museum.

The strange sound just now was the sound of the wheels of the electric wheelchair moving on the marble floor...

Under the tremendous psychological pressure before entering the painting, Luo Xie unexpectedly broke out a very relaxed sentence - "Your wheelchair is quite fast, it floats over in a swish..."

"It was fully charged before going out today." The voice of the wheelchair lady was still relatively calm.

Luo He inexplicably remembered his somatosensory car back then, which once turned into the "sacred beast" Xinchun in the painting, and now this fully-charged wheelchair should become something even more powerful...

But it turns out that the painting is very unimaginative, what the original thing should be or what, the lady's wheelchair is still a wheelchair...

Luo Kuo rubbed his eyes and looked around the empty space. This place seemed to be a hall, the floor was covered with shiny marble tiles, the ceiling was so high that it was almost impossible to see the top, and he felt that the surrounding area was extraordinarily bright.

If you are a confused person who is new to painting, you may think that you are still in the lobby of the art museum.

"Did you see those auspicious symbols just now?" Fang Fei asked everyone.

In the process of entering the painting, sometimes there will be some illusions like fleeting scenes.

Shao Ling nodded first: "I saw some of them, because they were spinning too fast, spinning around us like a top, and I became dizzy after a while."

Zhu Haowen: "I felt that those symbols seemed to form a wall of symbols around us, and then gradually blurred, and finally blurred into white light, and everyone came here before we knew it."

"To be precise, it should form a minaret. Those symbols are the bricks that build up the minaret. The base is very large, and it gets sharper as it goes up." It was actually a lady in a wheelchair who spoke.

Everyone looked at the wheelchair lady with admiration for a while. Just now, everyone was still worried about the safety of the disabled person after entering the painting, but now they all agreed to feel lucky—the wheelchair lady is likely to be a capable team member.

The person who was most confused at this time was Hua Jiqiu. He was looking around with his mouth open and his eyes wide open. Before Qin Ci could take the initiative to introduce the rules for entering the painting, he suddenly rushed to the distance: "Li Xiaochun? Li Xiaochun is you Is it?! Wake up, wake up!"

Only then did everyone realize that there was a person lying on the ground not far away.

Wu You: "Now we're all here."

The wheelchair lady didn't ask any more questions, but looked at Ke Xun who was standing not far from her: "Thank you for your kindness just now, but some encounters may be predestined, and manpower cannot change them."

"You, elder sister, you..." Ke Xun was flustered by a newcomer for the first time.

"My name is Yue Cen." The wheelchair lady reported her name, "Although everything in front of me seems absurd, I don't think this is a dream, nor is it a special game arranged by the art gallery. If I guessed correctly , you should all know what's going on."

Wei Dong pointed at Qin Ci: "We have a special commentator, Dr. Qin, let him introduce it to you."

"No need for now, after the two newcomers come over, the three of us will listen together." Yue Cen, the wheelchair lady, is very considerate. In a strange world of unknown circumstances."

"Thank you." Qin Ci was very moved, this was the first time he met such a considerate newcomer.

Everyone moved closer to Hua Jiqiu, the person lying in the painting was really unusual...

Wei Dongxin said: We can be counted as people who have experienced more than a dozen paintings. Some people entered crying, some entered in panic, some entered madly, and some entered steadily... This is the first time I have seen those who entered lying on their backs. .

This is a young guy, wearing a thick down jacket, with a U-shaped pillow around his neck, and a woolen hat on his head, lying there with his eyes closed. I don't know if he is unconscious or...

"Li Xiaochun, wake up!" Hua Jiqiu patted the young man, trying to wake him up.

Qin Ci couldn't help walking forward, probing the opponent's breath with his hand, and then rolled his eyelids to observe.

"Brother Qin, is this man okay?" Wei Dong asked.

"It's okay, it's just that I slept a little too hard."

Everyone: "..."

In the end, this young man named Li Xiaochun was finally woken up by everyone. He stretched, lying on the ground in a daze, turned around and saw Hua Jiqiu next to him, and then he woke up completely, and hurriedly stood up: " Director Hua, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t find a place to sleep last night, so I found a place behind a large exhibition board in the exhibition hall...Where is this place? Is the exhibition over? Where are the New Year paintings? ?”

"Xiaochun, didn't you go back to your hometown yesterday?" Hua Jiqiu asked.

Everyone: Director Hua, is this the point?

Li Xiaochun explained: "I didn't buy a train ticket to go home. The one I rented before has already withdrawn the lease. I have no choice but to find a place to live in our exhibition hall... Last night in the exhibition hall Lying down, I couldn't fall asleep, my heart was baffling...I didn't fall asleep until the early morning..."

When everyone thought that the young man slept in that exhibition hall last night, and the exhibition hall was full of New Year pictures, and among them was the New Year picture that everyone entered, they couldn't help feeling terrified for him.

"Doctor Qin, you can now tell me the reason behind this." Yue Cen reminded at the right time.