Chapter 546: Paintings in the Gallery
Chapter 546: Paintings in the Gallery
"Of course I remember." The scenes at that time were so impressive that Lin Yi naturally remembered them. "Do you need me to say it out loud?"
"No, I have seen those images through the 'map' you sent me, so I am now looking for paintings... or artworks containing those images."
Lin Yi's eyes lit up: "You mean... the path leading to the little girl's bedroom is hidden in the artwork here?"
"That's right." Mao Feiyang nodded. "There are many layers in the art building, but looking at the entire art building, there is no place with more 'portals' than the gallery..."
Portal... Mao Feiyang's words gave Lin Yi an idea for some unknown reason.
Speaking of portals, could there be a lot of them in the school clinic?
Emmm... Could it be that the school clinic is a place similar to the gallery in the art building?
Hmm… a “gallery” in a gym?
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Lin Yi immediately asked, "What should we do after we find it?"
"Let's find it first." Mao Feiyang said.
After saying this, he slowly moved around the gallery holding the feather sculpture.
There are extremely strict regulations on the activities that art students can carry out in the gallery in the "Art Student Rules" and the "Art Building Rules", but Mao Feiyang is now the "messenger" of the Night Watchman - although he is self-proclaimed, as long as he convinces himself and the Night Watchman does not deny it, then he is now the messenger.
At this moment, he looked like an old warehouse manager with dim eyes holding a kerosene lamp, squinting his eyes and looking for an old item in the dusty warehouse...
Lin Yi was a little panicked. He wanted to remind Mao Feiyang of the existence of the little girl in the gallery, otherwise when he heard the intermittent notes of "Amon's Music Box" and the little girl's black nursery rhyme, it would be too late to escape.
However, the strange thing is that whether Mao Feiyang was walking through the gallery just now or now, he did not hear any notes of "Amon's Music Box" at all, nor did he meet the little girl...
This made him feel a little unconfident. Could it be that the little girl was really coming for him?
Mao Feiyang walked forward slowly. In the silent gallery, the sound of "cha cha cha..." came one after another, like strange whispers coming from the underworld. Each sound seemed to leave a terrifying mark in Mao Feiyang's heart.
Lin Yi subconsciously began to sense the surroundings, and a chill slowly spread from the soles of his feet...
The broken and abstract sculptures in the shadow of the gallery seemed to be controlled by some invisible force. They were slowly turning in an extremely stiff and weird way and all looked towards where Mao Feiyang was.
There seemed to be a strange light flashing in their empty eyes, as if they would break free from their restraints and pounce on Mao Feiyang at any time.
As for some characters in the paintings, their eyeballs moved in an extremely unnatural way as they followed Mao Feiyang's movements, as if cursed souls were staring at his back, their gazes filled with malice and greed.
These works of art seemed to be endowed with some kind of evil and indescribable life, or perhaps they themselves possessed a state similar to "life". Now when Mao Feiyang walked by with the feather sculptures, they came back to life as if they had caught the scent of something delicious.
The breath permeated the air, like an invisible net, tightly enveloping Mao Feiyang.
Not only these works of art, but also some gazes emitting strong malicious intent, like sharp thorns, pierced Mao Feiyang from all directions, making him feel uncomfortable.
Those traces of malice seemed to transform into tangible dark tentacles, dancing and entwining around him, as if they would drag him into an endless abyss at any time.
Mao Feiyang felt that every step he took was like crossing the boundary between life and death. His heart was beating rapidly and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if unimaginable horror would befall him in the next second.
Mao Feiyang endured the discomfort and didn't pay too much attention to them. He just held the feather sculpture and silently observed one painting after another.
The feather sculpture was indeed extraordinary. The existence of the invisible field made those malicious works of art, although they were eyeing him covetously, feel extremely fearful. They could only silently watch Mao Feiyang's every move and dared not take any action.
Suddenly, Mao Feiyang's hand shook violently, and the mist emitted by the feather sculpture and lingering around him began to dissipate a little.
In the darkness, some mysterious creatures were ready to move, and because they were too close to him, they were accidentally contaminated by the mist.
In an instant, an extremely tragic hissing sound was heard in the darkness. The bodies of those who were touched by the mist were corroded at a horrifying speed, and in the blink of an eye they were transformed into lifeless dead sculptures.
“Rustle… rustle…”
The strange sound continued to sound, and the mysterious creatures that were originally slowly pressing forward now dispersed a little out of fear.
"Tsk..." A hint of coldness flashed across Mao Feiyang's eyes. He sneered, then couldn't help but sigh and mutter, "If I don't give it to you, I'll seem stingy. If I really give it to you, you won't be happy again..."
The dim light and shadow cast Mao Feiyang's shadow on the wall. The distorted and mottled appearance looked like a Baltan alien gesturing with his huge crab claws.
"Found it." It's not Baltan, Mao Feiyang said slowly.
Lin Yi's will quickly followed and looked over.
On the wall in front of Mao Feiyang hangs a huge painting of a European-style manor.
The background of the painting is extremely empty, presenting a tranquil atmosphere like a pastoral retreat.
The main building of the manor is magnificent and has a typical European style.
The tall white walls, decorated with delicate carvings and the dark grey tiles neatly arranged on the roof give people a sense of calm at first glance.
The manor is surrounded by large tracts of green lawns, which are neatly trimmed, like a large green carpet.
In the distance of the manor, there is a green forest belt, and beyond the green forest belt are rolling green hills. The outline of the mountains is particularly clear against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds...
"There are such healing paintings in this gallery, they are truly works of a master!" Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh.
It's not that he's exaggerating, but it's written in the "Art Building Rules": [You can appreciate the works of other art masters in the gallery. The gallery is not only about paintings, but the works you can stop and appreciate are limited to paintings. ]
"Depressing? It is indeed very depressing." Mao Feiyang affirmed.
But Lin Yi obviously didn't understand what Mao Feiyang meant, and then asked: "The little girl's bedroom is the corner of the manor in this painting?"
"What are you thinking about?" Mao Feiyang said speechlessly, "How can it be so easy to find? This is just the starting point of the path... Don't tell me, just this starting point is really damn hard to find."
"Starting point? Huh...you want to go inside this painting?" Lin Yi asked.
"Fuck...are you stupid? The way to the bedroom is not in the regular layers of the art building, so we must find a special way to achieve the transition between layers." Mao Feiyang wanted to scold him, "Can't you think straight?"
Lin Yi pouted, but immediately perked up: "Then I'll learn it!" Mao Feiyang pouted: "What's the use of learning? They are just basic exercises."
"You haven't started yet!" Lin Yixin said, "You are so arrogant, if you hit the wall, I will laugh at you."
"Look carefully and learn well." Mao Feiyang smiled mysteriously, and then he actually put the feather sculpture away.
As soon as the feather sculpture was put away, the area disappeared in an instant, and the only thing left around Mao Feiyang was the dim lights in the gallery.
The mysterious creatures that Mao Feiyang had originally used to intimidate, now came out in droves and surrounded him, like demons whose shackles had been released.
In just a few seconds, Lin Yi could already feel the cold aura emanating from them.
“Rustle… rustle…”
"Maozi!" Lin Yi reminded.
Mao Feiyang interrupted directly: "Ignore them, look carefully, Lao Lin, do you see it?"
But Lin Yi had no intention of watching. Those almost materialized forces were stretching out wantonly, as if they were going to pull Mao Feiyang into an endless abyss.
"Damn it! Lao Lin, look!" Mao Feiyang's heartbeat accelerated sharply, his breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His body tensed up involuntarily, and every muscle was on guard against the impending danger.
But even so, he still reminded Lin Yi.
It seems that his safety itself is not important.
Lin Yi was slightly startled and quickly looked towards the place where the painting was. As the field disappeared, a thin mist suddenly filled the empty area.
As the fog lingered, the painting of the European-style manor suddenly began to show its terrifying other side...
The European-style manor, which was originally full of classical atmosphere, fell into disrepair at an extremely terrifying speed. Cracks began to appear on the tall white walls, as if they were torn apart by an invisible force. The exquisite carved decorations fell off one after another and shattered on the ground.
The empty wilderness instantly turned into a deserted cemetery, with tombstones scattered all over the manor.
In that cemetery, some tombstones were broken into several pieces, as if they had experienced countless years of erosion and the impact of some mysterious force, while others were tilted, as if they were suddenly pushed out from the ground...
There are almost no normal tombstones in the entire cemetery.
The light became increasingly dim, and the originally bright sky seemed to be stained with a layer of blood. The blood-red light enveloped the entire cemetery, and an extremely oppressive and terrifying feeling, accompanied by an aura of danger and terror, quietly spread out...
Under this eerie blood light, those crooked tombstones cast long, twisted shadows, as if they were devil's claws reaching out from hell, making people shudder just by looking at them.
The dilapidated scene in the entire painting exudes a strong smell of death, as if some unknown and terrifying buried object will break out of the ground at any time.
The cemetery seemed to be filled with a lingering aura of death, so gray that it was hard to tell whether it was the mist in the painting or the mist in the gallery... or were the two entangled with each other and indistinguishable from each other?
Lin Yi's expression changed drastically, but just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly discovered that a face suddenly appeared on the side of Mao Feiyang's body!
It was an illusory face, shrouded in gray mist, and neither the appearance nor the gender could be seen clearly.
However, this face was extremely thin, as if all the flesh and blood had been devoured by time and darkness, leaving only a thin layer of skin covering the bones...
The illusory human figure loomed in the dim environment, as if it could disappear at any time, but it was like a nightmare, hovering around Mao Feiyang...
It appeared so abruptly, and yet it seemed to have always been there. Only when Mao Feiyang closed the field of feather sculpture did its shape become visible as the mist filled up...
"Maozi..."
Mao Feiyang interrupted Lin Yi's words directly with his action.
He took a deep breath, then took a step forward without stopping, plunged into the fog, and headed towards the painting hanging on the wall of the gallery.
As soon as he entered the fog, the only sound in Mao Feiyang's ears was the whistling wind. The granular gray matter rubbed against his cheeks like sand, which strangely felt painful.
"The 'layer transition' has really begun!" Lin Yi exclaimed in his heart, but at this time he was afraid of disturbing Mao Feiyang, so he did not make any sound.
He listened quietly to the sound of the wind and felt the changes around him through his furry body.
suddenly……
A faint chanting sound came from the depths of the fog, like countless scarabs crawling out of the pharaoh's tomb and spreading across the rough sand walls...
The sound was intermittent and somewhat ethereal, a bit like a song coming from the depths of the distant ocean, but more like a terrifying echo coming from the abyss of hell, carrying with it endless horror and weirdness...
Every word in the chanting could not be heard clearly, but there seemed to be a heavy power that kept echoing in the fog, making Lin Yi's heart tighten.
As Mao Feiyang continued to move forward, the chanting in the mist spread around like a curse, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees because of the chanting.
Finally, the entire foggy space was shrouded in a dark and evil aura...
"Maozi..." Lin Yi called out softly.
"I'm here, Lao Lin, I'm here... Don't panic." Mao Feiyang responded slowly, "No matter what happens during the "layer transition", it's okay... Stay calm."
"This kind of fog is not necessarily harmful. If I can't see clearly, it won't affect me much. I just need to keep moving forward."
"How can you be sure that you won't get lost?" Lin Yi asked curiously.
Mao Feiyang said: "Without the influence of external forces, I firmly believe that I am moving forward, and that is moving forward."
(End of this chapter)