Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran didn't stop in front of Xin Beibei's body for too long, but took the time to go up the copper ladder to the sixth floor.

The layout of the sixth floor is the same as that of other rooms in the entire circular building. It is still a semi-circular hall. When the wooden door on the diameter wall is pushed open, there should be an empty glass jar inside.

But what surprised the two of them was that the glass jar in the room was not empty, and there was probably less than half a bottle of pure purple liquid in it.

Ke Xun looked back at the door subconsciously. It was obviously the color of log representing safety, and the clock hanging on the wall in the hall was also pure white.

"What's the matter with these purple liquids? Could it be Xiaoye..." Ke Xun was naturally puzzled, and the first thing he thought of at the moment was Ye Ningchenyi, the victim who represented purple.

Mu Yiran couldn't figure out the reason for a while: "I think this purple is related to Ye Ningchenyi, and the appearance of purple here must have its special meaning."

Ke Xun felt a little regretful: "I should have come up this morning to take a look."

"You've tried your best." Mu Yiran's expression suddenly became strange, "Let's go back first."

The reason why everyone was not in the mood to go up to the sixth floor in the morning was because Ke Xun accidentally pulled off Xin Beibei's head in the process of rescuing Xin Beibei... Everyone present was terrified, secretly calculating Ke Xun's psychological shadow... Mu Yiran is no exception.

When the two returned to the hall on the second floor, they found that the windows of the yellow bedroom were used as accents and had been nailed with wooden boards.

Qin Ci held tools in his hand: "Which room will be nailed next?"

Ke Xun scratched his head: "I'm timid, let's nail our house first."

Several old members looked at each other and immediately understood that the blue room was the most important thing tonight.

There are many people and strength is great, so we divided into two groups, and soon all the windows of the four rooms were nailed up before dinner.

The light in this world has always been strange. Even with all the windows blocked, the room is still "bright", and all the furnishings are brightly colored so that it can be seen at a glance.

"Why are the other buildings we went to so dark?" Shi Zhendong was still puzzled, "Where is the light source in this world?"

Miao Zipei answered his words: "Fauvism doesn't pay much attention to refraction and perspective, so the painter intentionally avoids the light source. He probably hopes that all the images in his paintings can shine through themselves like stars."

"But he himself is a shadow worshipper." Mi Wei was still tied up, and everyone moved to the second floor at this time. "The only thing that can make people feel the boundless darkness in this world is that huge shadow."

Qin Ci unconsciously looked at Zhu Haowen: "This is similar to what Haowen said. The other buildings are probably the shadow's habitat and are controlled by the shadow."

"Don't you think this artist is very contradictory?" Miao Zipei said, "Just like the three of us discussed this afternoon: in this painting, the shadow should be the master, while the body is the vassal of the shadow! ——This is the same as the author The color worship itself has great contradictions."

"That's why he used the maze to carry out—replacement." Mu Yiran said.

"Replacement?" Many people questioned.

"I don't know if the wording is accurate, but the maze should be the core of this world, not the castle we identified before." Mu Yiran also felt that he was a little impatient, and before he could fully come up with the answer, he talked about the speculation come out--

"The labyrinth should be the place where the body and the shadow exchange, meet and even sublimate. The reason why the painter uses the labyrinth to represent this important place may be the artist's inner contradiction. The biggest feature of the labyrinth is that it can make people get lost. In the painter's mind, this matter may have always been a maze-like existence."

"You mean that the painter himself was also puzzled by this?" Shi Zhendong asked, frowning.

Guo Lixia always heard half of it, and finally couldn't help asking: "I don't understand, what is the artist confused about? We need to build a maze to commemorate."

Shi Zhendong answered patiently: "It's the question that everyone was confused about just now: who should take the lead in black shadow or color, and what the painter pays more attention to. I think this probably has something to do with the painter's creative process. "

Weidong couldn't help asking Miao Zipei: "What do you know about this painter, you can tell it whether it has anything to do with this painting, maybe it will be helpful to us!"

Miao Zipei fell into deep memories: "Actually, this painter named Rong Rang has always been a little mysterious. There are very few brief introductions about his life in every art exhibition. Pai paintings are very paranoid adoration."

"I remember that this painter is from Tongzhou," Ke Xun also recalled the label on the painting from the few fragments of memory, "The author, Rong Rang, was born in 1993, and his ancestral home is Tongzhou..."

Miao Zipei nodded: "He is indeed from Tongzhou, it seems to be a very remote mountain village in Tongzhou, and it is said that this painter is an orphan, but the whole village takes good care of him. Their place is very poor. The cost of the hospital was funded by the whole village.”

"The people in that place are really honest and helpful." Shi Zhendong couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"What other works does he have? Can you tell me what you can recall." Mu Yiran looked at Miao Zipei, and at the same time at Mi Wei.

"Most of his works are Fauvism series, with many colorful figures, still lifes, and landscapes...Miao Zipei said that he also created some black and white prints." Mi Wei recalled.

Miao Zipei nodded: "When I was exhibiting at the campus of the Art Museum of University A, there was an exhibition hall that exhibited his prints, which were very ethnic and completely different from the current style."

"Ethnic characteristics refer to..." Mu Yiran continued to ask.

"It probably reflects the working and living conditions of the people in my hometown. I still remember the name of the series of prints, which is called "The Son of the Cave God." Miao Zipei said with certainty.

"Dong Shen?" Everyone was a little puzzled, and some even wanted to ask further, which word "Dong" it was.

"Tongzhou has many mountains and caves, so there are many mountain gods and cave gods worshiped there." Mu was still lost in thought, "In the tradition of some Tongzhou people, mountains, trees, caves and rocks can become gods, and buffaloes, eagles, swallows and Fish can become monsters."

Shi Zhendong seemed to have thought of something: "When I traveled to Tongzhou, I heard the legend about the Luohua Cave Girl there. Is the cave god here related to the Luohua Cave Girl?"

Everyone has heard of it, and some have not. Wei Dong asked directly: "What's the matter with Luohua Cave Girl?"

"There is such a legend in Tongzhou that some girls are brides chosen by the mountain gods and cave gods. Such girls will not eat or drink in the cave, and will die slowly after returning. This phenomenon is called ' Falling Hole'."

Wei Dong felt that these Luohua Cave girls were very pitiful: "Can these girls marry the Cave God after they die?"

"Yes, these girls wore wedding clothes after death, and funeral ceremonies were also held according to happy events." Shi Zhendong lowered his eyes, "According to the later scientific theory, these girls actually suffered from some kind of depression."

Mu Yiran suddenly interrupted Shi Zhendong, looked at Miao Zipei and said, "You just said that Rong Rang's print series is called "The Son of the Cave God"?"

Miao Zipei nodded: "At first I thought it was the worship of gods there, like the descendants of the dragon or the son of the East..."

"Luohua Cave girls will never marry mortals, let alone have children." Shi Zhendong seemed to have guessed what Mu Yiran was thinking.

Mu Yiran shook his head slightly: "I once lived in Tongzhou for a while, and I heard a lot of local rumors that there was a village where a girl from Luohua Cave conceived in a cave, and such a child was called a cave god. After the mother leaves, such a child will be protected by the whole village, and such a child is often gifted."

No one is ashamed to analyze the whole story about the conception. At this time, thinking of Rong Rang as an "orphan", the whole village raised funds to send him to college, so Rong Rang is very likely to be the legendary "son of the cave god".

"It's no wonder that Rong Rang has a very high talent for art, so he is the son of the cave god." Miao Zipei couldn't help but feel emotional, "But, what does this matter have to do with the contradictions in his works? Especially about shadows... "

"In some particularly remote Tongzhou villages, there are extremely devout worship of cave gods, and the villagers there also worship black." Mu Yiran said the truth.

"You mean that Rong Rang is likely to be born in such a village?" Qin Ci said, "The Cave God is their totem, and black is their auspicious color."

Everyone seems to have gradually touched the truth of the matter.

Miao Zipei has never hesitated to mobilize all his brain cells when it comes to painting: "I come from an ethnic village that worships black, and my identity is the son of the cave god who attracts the attention of the village. Naturally, I see black as different from other colors. But such a person However, after coming into contact with the painting world outside, he fell in love with the Fauvism with the most daring use of color, which is simply a complete tearing of a person's color concept!"

"That's why there are contradictions and confusion, and something like a maze is created." Zhu Haowen gave a summary.

Seeing the truth of the matter, everyone fell silent.

The disturbing NPC started urging everyone to go downstairs for dinner again, and Mu Yiran directly made arrangements: "Four people are in charge of serving dinner downstairs, everyone can eat on the second floor."

Everyone agreed, so dinner was hastily settled on the second floor.

Miao Zipei wanted to untie Mi Wei and let her eat, but Mi Wei shook her head: "I can't eat."

The night is slowly falling, but the signature has not been found yet, and it is impossible for Mi Wei, who has been sentenced to death, to eat.

"The answer is clear, the signature must be in the maze." It was Ke Xun who spoke.

Everyone agrees on this answer, because the maze is the meeting point of the flesh and the shadow, and also the replacement point of black and color.

Mi Wei sighed for a long time: "But the night is coming... I wish you all a smooth tomorrow."

Everyone was sad, but they couldn't say anything.

No one dared to go to the labyrinth at night. The night was originally a world of shadows, and everyone nailed up the windows to isolate them.

"What did you find when you went to the sixth floor?" Zhu Haowen remembered to ask.

It was only then that Ke Xun remembered to tell: "The sixth floor is very strange. There is a glass jar filled with purple liquid, but the door is log-colored, and the clock on the wall is white."

As for the fact that the two of them saw Xin Beibei's body, Ke Xun didn't say anything to save everyone from feeling uncomfortable.