V10.chapter 3

Name:Paintings of Terror Author:瑆玥
When the eight old members walked into the pavilion next door, they found that it was completely dark.

Listen to the door behind slowly closed, everyone's mood is sinking.

Those new people are still calm, some of them said, is the power failure, everyone turn on the mobile phone lighting

The old members quickly approached the painting and tried to remember the content and the author clearly in the shortest time.

Five newlyweds were staring at several visitors who suddenly approached. One of them tightly held his expensive camera which he had just bought from Japan

Gradually, the newlyweds felt that something was wrong, as if only this light was left in the dark world, the dozen 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 and wash. It is more like a line drawing with black carbon brush. It is probably to highlight the sense of the picture. The author draws a large circle on the square paper with a compass, and the scenery is hidden in the circle, which adds artistic sense to the picture.

The composition of the picture is very simple. There is only a simple house with a slanting shadow reflected by the sun. The author's signature is written outside the circle, and the font is scribbled: reverse journey. Bi Di wrote it in the spring of 1995.

White light only existed for more than ten seconds. Several old members had a tacit understanding of task allocation. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen focused on memorizing pictures, while Ke Xun and Qin CI focused on memorizing words. Mu Yi was able to freely display the overall situation

Shao Ling observes the composition ratio of the picture in his own way; Fang Fei finds the difference in the brush. The picture is a carbon pen, and the author's signature and the big circle seem to be used as pencils; Luo Zhen directly takes his mobile phone to the screen and takes several consecutive photos

When the world was dark, the five new people finally screamed in horror: where is this?! What the hell is going on here?! Who are you?!

Luo's voice slowly around: "with the end of the world, I hope they are lucky."

Soon, everyone was silent. At this time, the darkness gradually became thick and thick, as if it was a kind of dense secret. Only through the sense of nothingness after suffocation, could it be gradually integrated into it.

This period of time did not know how long it lasted. Luo zhe only knew to hold on to Kexun and Weidong's hands tightly, holding his own "Xinchun body feeling car" on both legs. After a while, when he could speak, he would tell everyone about his feelings: it was like swimming in the asphalt

"Asphalt" is not boiling hot, it is normal temperature, and gradually cooling, more and more cool, more and more cold, as if to condense people into Millennium amber.

After several generations of chaos, his feet can finally step on the flat ground, and his mouth and nose can finally breathe freely. Luo GUI greedily breathes the cold air with edges and corners, and listens to Wei Dong's speech: "I feel that I have swam through a whole pine egg."

People who are unconsciously compared to "ginger sauce" by Weidong are adjusting their state of facing the new environment.

Although we are still in the dark, we can feel that it is indoor and the whole world is very quiet. We crouch and touch our feet. It is a solid wooden floor, which is not clean and seems to be covered with a layer of dust.

After experiencing the unspeakable "Songhua egg" feeling just now, the five newlyweds gradually calmed down, wrapped up their old cotton padded robes, and listened to Qin Ci's fabulous story of the painter.

"It's really cold here," Kexun has pressed the mobile phone, "my mobile phone is broken in the sleeping slot?"

Kexun's mobile phone screen is bright, but there is no image. It is just like the slight brightness of the screen when it is just turned on, and it is like a short blank when the lens of early Japanese drama is changed. The screen is full of empty white light.

Soon there are a few pieces of white light up, everyone's mobile phone has lost everything except lighting.

"You can't see how many cells the battery has." Weidong stares at the rectangular white light block on his mobile phone, and is now full of 100% of the computer white charge?

"That is to say, mobile phones are no longer useful in this painting?" A strange cold voice sounded, and the voice came from a boy in the newcomer. The boy learned Shaoling's appearance in the twilight, groped for the wall behind him, and soon felt the scratches carved on the wood wall. One by one, they were very clear.

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

Qin CI briefly introduced several old members to the newcomers. One of the newcomers, a little older with short hair, volunteered to say, "my name is Xi Shengnan, the leader of the" carving time photography enthusiasts group ". This gathering activity was organized by several of our photography enthusiasts. City a is the last stop of our trip..." Xi Shengnan's voice darkened.

After the introduction, we have a preliminary understanding of several new people - in addition to Xi Shengnan, another beautiful girl named Du Lingyu. The boy with Ricoh camera is Lu Heng, and the slightly fat boy is Cao Youning. Leaning against the wall for clues, the cold voice is Mai Peng.

"In other words, if you find the photographer's signature, you will be able to go out?" Du Lingyu's voice trembled."It's a painter." Cao Youning corrects her.

"Biddy is a photographer."

"We are in his painting now."

Du Lingyu no voice, her mobile phone also dark down, as if to save physical strength with the host.

There seems to be a little light around, but the light is strange, very different from the normal dawn break.

"Turn off the phone first." For a long time, Mu Yi suddenly opened his mouth.

Perhaps it is mu Yiran's unique temperament is convincing. Several new people turn off their mobile phones. At this time, the darkness has gradually become thin, surrounded by unspeakable light, like a cold color night light.

"Before dawn, let's talk about the painting and the author. I hope you will know everything." Mu Yi Ran could barely see where they were in the dim light. This was a wide corridor of a wooden building. Not far from them, there was a wooden door leading to a certain room, and the other direction led to a deep staircase, connecting the deep darkness.

It's like the scene of a horror film, and the danger is brewing all around.

"You said Biddy was a photographer?" Qin Chi asked Xi Shengnan.

Xi Shengnan nodded: "we came to the art museum today to appreciate bidi's photography works. In fact, his photo exhibition will not be open until next month, but we can't stay in city a for a month. We estimated that the exhibition would be ready in advance, so we begged the staff to open the door for us."

"If I had known that, I would not go to any photo exhibition even if I killed myself." Cao Youning murmured in a low voice, thinking of what Grandma had said when he was a child: it is simply to let the ghost drive out.

"Is Biddy a famous photographer?" Shao Ling asked.

"It has a certain popularity in the industry, but it is not well-known in the whole country," Xi Shengnan continued the topic. "This exhibition in city a is his * - * - * - *

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