Chapter 502: The Nameless Painting is the Faceless Sin

Chapter 502: The Nameless Painting is the Faceless Sin

Chapter 502: The Nameless Painting is the Faceless Sin (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)
This eyeball - in fact, if you look at it from the perspective of the person in the painting, there is no way to tell that it is an eyeball.

Because it was too huge, so huge that it was beyond the range of the sinking person's vision.

From the perspective of the sinking person in the painting, the eyeball was infinitely magnified. Lin Yi also moved closer to the painting, and then he seemed to see the texture in the eyeball clearly.

The lines on the iris of the eyeball seemed to be replaced by the teeth marks of some kind of gears, filled with an indescribable sense of order. However, outside of the teeth marks, the original order began to collapse and spread to the pupils, eventually merging into the tide of darkness...

Painter No. 3's brushstrokes are very realistic, but the realism is taken to the extreme, revealing a sense of collapse and separation that is completely inconsistent with reality. The extremely limited light and shadow are intertwined in the lower left corner of the painting to form the name of this painting -

It was a string of twisted words, written with madness in its sloppy handwriting, like words carved in the flesh of a suffering person with a dagger.

The moment Lin Yi saw those words, a low, extremely restrained, trembling voice slowly reached his ears...

[I…saw…you!!]

At the same time, Lin Yi suddenly felt dizzy and seemed to have lost his sense of gravity, and fell headfirst into the painting.

“Huh…Huh…”

Endless wind carrying grey mist slapped onto Lin Yi's face bit by bit. The sparse water vapor was like broken waves. Lin Yi felt dizzy. In a trance, he seemed to see a dark world that went against common sense through the mist.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the dark ocean. The heavy waves seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand. Materialized water vapor floated on the sea, like yellow sand.

At the center of the vortex, there was a dark realm, and within that realm, a pair of eyes slowly opened...

Lin Yi's mind was weightless and he had no way of telling whether the pair of eyes were in the depths of the black ocean or... above the black sky.

The ocean reflects the sky, and the sky reflects the ocean. The dark water vapor is hard to tell whether it is fog or cloud...

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment. He was weightless and at some point he suddenly felt suspended in the world.

He suddenly realized that he was not only facing the whirlpool below, but also... the other side.

The sky? No, the sea! No! The sky?!
He couldn't tell the difference, he really couldn't tell the difference.

But the only thing he could observe was that when he lost weight, his body turned uncontrollably to the angle perpendicular to the sea and the sky, and the spectacular and terrifying picture appeared again in front of him.

On one side is a whirlpool in the ocean, and on the other side is a whirlpool in the sky. In one whirlpool are the pair of eyes, and in the other whirlpool is the black sun.

When he was standing here, the hazy boundary between the sea and the sky seemed like a bridge of the nose, and the two black whirlpools that were almost symmetrically displayed in the world were more like two eyes on a face...

The whole world seemed like the outline of a huge, illusory face, and the low, trembling voice seemed like a distant and loud sound falling from outside the world.

The two whirlpools in the sky and the ocean opened their eyes at the same moment.

“I…saw…you!!”

"boom--"

Lin Yi felt like he was struck by lightning. Infinite terror instantly covered him like an electric current. He didn't know what he was facing.

Outside that world, there seems to be a pair of eyes overlooking the world.

Is that... "God"? !
No, if there is a so-called "God" in the world, then it must be the "root" deep in the black sea, and even the "angels" are just His vassals.

Could those two whirlpools be the gaze from the "source"?

The ocean reflected the sky, and even the sun was extinguished?!
The sun has gone out, how long can the embers burn?

Could it be that the black sun and the whirlpool of the deep sea are the inside and outside of each other, a pair of "eyes of origin"? !
“Boom—boom—boom—”

The eye of the storm formed by two whirlpools kept swirling in the fog, and the terrifying scene was like the end of the world.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yi was floating here and did not get lost.

It seems that in the face of such an "absolute" existence, even getting lost has become a luxury.

Or... he had actually been lost for a long time! Everything he saw was just a rewrite of his cognition to maintain his survival... some kind of false reality?
At this moment, a low whisper suddenly sounded in his ears...

【srgende……】

Lin Yi was slightly startled, and his thoughts quickly came back to life. He felt as if he had heard something...

wrong.

As a high-quality listener of the Forest of Steles of the Dead, he felt that it was necessary to remove the word "seems" for the sake of rigor.

He must have heard some sound, as if it came from...the vortex of the storm?

Whispers from the abyss?
【…Sorgens…skygge…】

The sound came again, as if continuing the rumbling storm.

At first he thought it was just the sound of black waves pushing against each other in the storm, until he discovered that the deep vortex seemed to have irregular speed changes, and then he realized that the storm vortex did not seem to be really like what he perceived...

But he didn't dare to extend his perception.

Don't dare at all.

【Min…… skygge……】

【Sorg……】

The intermittent sounds appeared again, and suddenly there was a whimpering sound in the storm, and the whimpering seemed to be mixed with some silk-tearing whispers...

He shook his head gently, trying to correct his consciousness, but the whispers stuck to his eardrums like spider silk.

【Uopp...rettelig...】

Those syllables were like spider silk covered with ice, drilling into the inside of the skull from the ends of the hair, and weaving a web with fine thorns in the grooves and folds of the brain...

“Hmm…!”

Lin Yi felt it was a bit harsh - after this soft voice entered his ears, it was like a tiny needle poking in his brain, making him feel like his brain was turning into paste.

He covered his ears, but immediately felt a warm sensation in his ear canals, as if some liquid was flowing through his brain. At the same time, he heard some vibrating sounds like nails scratching glass inside his skull.

Damn!

damn it!
Why did the sound seem to have penetrated into my head?
“Boom—boom—”

The storm swirls endlessly, and the deep and distant call sounds like a clown's laughter. [Gi... opp...]

【Gi……opp……】

【Ahhhhhh……】

Lin Yi was shocked to realize that when he stared into the abyss, the abyss had already been staring back at him.

“I See You” is not the name of the painting, but the sneer that permeates the dimension, the echo from the depths of the painting!

"It's time to go, I have to get out of here!"

But the evil voice that penetrated into his ear canal was like an anchor that nailed him here!
Wait... ears?!
I was admiring the paintings in the bookshelf area, but my consciousness was wandering, so where did my ears come from?

time to go!
time to go!
Lin Yi murmured in his heart, but the laughter echoing in his ears kept invading his soul. In the depths of the storm vortex, in the eye-like abyss, the pair of gear-like pupils, like some kind of ultra-precise regular machinery, formed a strong contrast with the entire collapsed and hazy world...

But no call could keep him here, he was leaving, he was destined to leave!

The feeling of weightlessness came again, and his consciousness fell uncontrollably towards the center of the storm vortex, but it was this feeling of falling that made a smile appear on the corner of his mouth.

"It's time to wake up from the dream..."

He continued to fall, thin clouds constantly passing by him, and strangely, the closer he got to the black sea, the blurrier his vision became, and when he was about to fall into the storm and be swallowed by the whirlpool, his eyes were suddenly obscured by thick clouds...

"boom--"

His vision suddenly widened, the clouds disappeared without a trace, and only the painting remained before his eyes.

The crooked characters that were originally there in the lower left corner of the painting had completely disappeared when he looked at it again, and were replaced by some even more bizarre strokes.

But these strokes didn’t look like “text” at all. When he saw them, the strange voice suddenly emerged in his mind – “I see you”.

“Is this the name of the painting?”

Lin Yi's mind shuddered. Compared to the name of the painting, this sentence was more like the horror in the painting, expressed through an unknown object, with the help of Painter No. 3's brushstrokes, written on the canvas.

Lin Yi took a deep breath and searched the painting thoroughly, but he did not see the name of the painting, so he tentatively referred to it as "the nameless painting".

He continued to flip through the album, and paintings, some sloppy and some realistic, flashed before his eyes one by one. However, there were very few that could bring him a sense of terror and dream-building...

In these paintings, he saw a large number of faceless puppets, black seas, and upside-down world elements. He could sense the changes in Painter No. 3's state of mind, and the indescribable process of Painter No. 3's sanity being constantly eroded, and finally sinking into the terror of losing himself. As he kept flipping through the pages, Painter No. 3's works became more and more insane, and the crazy brushstrokes became more and more illogical, until the lines completely lost their sense of human logic...

Until the last page of the painting, what is presented is an extremely chaotic picture. The entire picture is filled with disordered lines, and the rough brushwork makes it unclear what it is depicting. The whole painting looks like the work of an immature Impressionist apprentice.

But putting it together with the whole painting, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

He turned the last page, and when the painting was finished, there was actually a message from Painter No. 3 on the last page.

"I don't want anyone to see these paintings, but my intuition tells me that someone is watching me and they will collect these paintings and bind them into a book..."

"A painting without a name is a sin without a face."

"To those who see these paintings, I wish you can grow old and die as a 'human'...birth, aging, sickness and death are the last blessings I can leave for you."

"——"Sinner·Faceless·Painter No. 3""

This last page of text was still handwritten, but the strokes were clear and neat, completely different from the frenzy that Painter No. 3 painted at the last moment.

Lin Yi couldn't help but frown, feeling that there seemed to be some details that he hadn't noticed.

Just as he was about to close the book, a light bulb went off in his mind, and he suddenly understood that the painting and the text were recorded separately!
Just as Painter No. 3 said, this collection of paintings was collected and bound into a book by others in the final list, not by him.

So these words were actually written down by Painter No. 3 from the very beginning.

Painter No. 3 was afraid that his paintings would be seen by others and bring weirdness and misfortune to others, even to those "collectors", so he wrote all of this at the beginning, but those collectors separated them when binding them.

"sinner!"

"He calls himself a sinner!"

"He knew this was going to happen!"

"It seems that leaving behind works is the purpose of Artist No. 3's existence. Some things do not have results because of existing causes, but because the result is needed, the cause is set!"

"Confusing the cause with the effect!"

"The existence of Painter No. 3 is that reason!"

"What message did he leave here?"

A strong desire to explore suddenly arose in Lin Yi's heart. He opened the picture album again, trying to find the answer again.

However, when he opened the book "The Faceless Crime", he found that most of the paintings in it had disappeared, and those paintings he had browsed disappeared as if they were disposable.

An uneasy and strange feeling invaded his arms along the hands holding the book, and then flowed into his body, making his back shiver again and again.

He flipped through the pages of The Faceless Sin quickly, searching for the paintings that had not yet disappeared.

However, it seems that all the paintings have disappeared!

He suddenly thought of something and quickly turned to the last page.

Sure enough, that messy painting had not completely disappeared. According to the chronological order of flipping through the pages, this was indeed the last painting to disappear.

It was not until this moment that he discovered that these paintings did not disappear directly, but slowly lost their color like fading, and this last painting was fading away bit by bit in front of him.

His expression was extremely serious, and the most important thing was that he had no idea what the secret hidden here was.

However, just when he was somewhat disappointed, as those tones disappeared, at a certain moment the disordered colors seemed to freeze in a short moment, and the residual phantom of a certain figure appeared.

The picture at that moment was a somewhat lazy figure, who seemed to be wearing a hoodie...

Why does it look a bit like... the way he dressed up on the day he entered school? !

No, the head shape is not similar... Although it is blurry, I can vaguely see that he is wearing a hat...

Peaked cap… ?
The outline of the painting looks a bit like...

Liangzi?!
(End of this chapter)