Paintings of Terror

Fang Fei’s hand was mostly fine, and Shao Ling’s condition was also optimistic.

Cao Youning needed to stay in the hospital for a day. Qin Ci voluntarily stayed to accompany him, while the others went home. 1x6ft

Everyone still left by train, but their mood was completely different from when they came.

This time, Luo Bu accompanied them, but he spoke less. He held his electric scooter, gazing at the scenery outside the window, and only spoke after a long silence. “I feel it’s getting harder. This time, our fate was completely in the hands of another group of people. We had no control.”

Fang Fei stretched her left wrist. The purple color was gradually fading, and the pain was easing. “And we’re forced to do role playing. We had no control over that either.”

There were very few people in the train cabin at the moment. The few of them sat together, so their conversation couldn’t be overheard. i6maqs

Shao Ling had been resting with his eyes closed and now he opened his eyes. “I’m thinking, can we filter out useful information from the experiences we’ve had in each painting? If we combine these pieces of information together, could they be related to important clues regarding ‘entering the paintings’ itself?”

“But what information can be considered useful?” Wei Dong asked. “Should we filter out a main theme for each painting? Like in ‘Inn’, time is the main theme?”

“Then what about ‘Burning Rhinoceros at Sea’? Is the main theme the illusions, or our emotions?” Luo Bu also felt that it was difficult to figure out this main theme.

Mu Yiran was looking up information on his laptop. “As a photographer, Bi Di has always been dedicated to recording historical landscapes through photographs. He was especially interested in historical remains.” D7YhiT

“No wonder, the Lantern Inn looked neither modern and ancient…” Luo Bu said.

“When Bi Di was 13, he won a city-level photography award. During summer vacation, he visited his uncle who was an archaeologist and took some valuable photos of fish fossils in the area. It was precisely these photos of fish fossils that won him the award,” Mu Yiran’s eyes fixed on the computer screen. “It was also because of this award-winning experience that Bi Di was determined to become a photographer.”

“So that’s why his signature was on those white fish stones?” Luo Bu listened to this new information, combined with the various hardships in the paintings, and suddenly felt somewhat defeated, even ridiculous.

It was just a photographer’s bizarre idea, yet it formed an unbreakable world. Any twisted and unrealistic scenarios could exist as a matter of course, and all who entered the paintings were imprisoned, forced to follow his pace to be able to move forward. mzZV9d

“After Bi Di became terminally ill, he was unwilling to accept it because he was preparing for a very important photography exhibition.” Mu Yiran said, “Some of his works before his death were related to time, as if he really wanted to make time linger a little longer.”

This coincided with some of the things said by Mai Peng earlier. Bi Di had ambitious aspirations for photography, so when his body collapsed, he became extremely desperate, hence he came up with this “absolute fair concept” of time cycle.

“Is this a coordinate map?” Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran’s computer screen. “With this painting, we have two complete letters, ‘TN.’ Is this really an abbreviation of some name?”

“I guess it’s an abbreviation for ‘TNND.'” Wei Dong said with a serious face. ZwKfkR

Everyone laughed, but in that laughter, there was an indelible sadness.

“Let’s use all the time we can. We must find a way to figure out the painting in the next art museum. Although the painting instigator has done everything possible to keep us in the dark, it seems that there is another force opposing them.” Shao Ling seemed to have learned a lot from this painting, such as “let’s use all the time we can” — “In any case, we have to try. It would be fine even if we only just figure out the theme of the exhibition hall.”