Paintings of Terror

When the eight of them walked into the next hall, they found that it was completely dark inside.

Hearing the door slowly close behind them, everyone’s mood sank. Dpowva

The few newbies were quite calm. One of them asked if there was a power outage and asked everyone to turn on their phone flashlights…

Before he finished speaking, a beam of white light shot straight down on a painting. The veterans quickly approached it, trying to remember the content and the artist of the picture clearly in the shortest possible time.

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

Gradually, the newcomers felt something was wrong, as if the only things left in this dark world were this ray of light, these people, and this painting on the wall. fw8 1v

The veterans’ gazes were all fixated on the painting. It was a painting that was mixed with black and white photography works in the hall. The painting was black and white. It was not made from ink, but more like a sketch drawn with black charcoal pencil. Probably to make a visual impact, the artist drew a large circle on a square piece of paper. The scenery was hidden inside the circle, adding an artistic sense to the picture.

The composition of the picture was very simple. There was only a simple house and its slanting shadow cast by the illuminating sun. The author’s signature was written outside the circle. The handwriting was sloppy: Inn by Bi Di in Spring 1995.

The white light only existed for more than a dozen seconds, and the veterans already had a tacit assignment of tasks. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen focused on memorizing the picture. Ke Xun and Qin Ci focused more on memorizing words, and Mu Yiran looked at the whole thing.

Shao Ling observed the composition ratio of the picture in his own way. Fang Fei noticed differences in the brushes. The picture was drawn in charcoal. The author’s signature and the big circle seemed to be in pencil. Luo Bu took a few photos of the picture… NxAOU8

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

Luo Bu’s voice slowly filled the air: “The misfortune has fallen upon all of us. Let’s hope that we are lucky.”

Soon, everyone fell silent, and the darkness was gradually thickening, as if it were a secret realm that could not be dissolved. One could only melt into it after passing through a suffocating voidness.

Luo Bu didn’t know how long it lasted. He only knew that he was holding Ke Xun and Wei Dong’s hands tightly, and his legs were squeezing his electric scooter Koharu. When he got the chance to talk later, he would certainly tell everyone what he was feeling. It felt like swimming in asphalt… bE0P92

The “asphalt” was not hot but at room temperature. It is gradually cooling down, getting colder and colder, as if it wanted to condense people into thousand-year-old ambers.