When the eight old members walked into the exhibition hall next door, they found that it was completely dark inside.
Listening to the door behind them closing slowly, everyone's mood sank.
The few newcomers are still calm, and some of them said, is there a power outage, everyone should turn on the mobile phone lighting...
Before he finished speaking, a beam of tragic white light shot straight and vertically on a painting. The old members quickly approached the painting, trying to remember the content of the picture and the author in the shortest possible time.
The five newcomers stared dumbfounded at several visitors who suddenly approached. One of the young people tightly covered the expensive camera he just bought from Japan...
Gradually, the newcomers felt that something was wrong, as if there was only this beam of light left in this dark world, these dozen people, and this picture 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, but more like a line draft drawn with black carbon strokes, probably to highlight the sense of the picture, The author draws a large circle with a compass on a square piece of paper, and the scenery is hidden in the circle, adding an artistic sense to the picture.
The composition is very simple, there is only one house with a simple shape, and the shadow of the house is slanted by the sun. The author's signature is written outside the circle, and the font is scribbled: Nilv, Bi Di made in the spring of 1995.
Bai Guang only existed for more than ten seconds. Several old members have already had a tacit assignment of tasks. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen focus on memorizing pictures, Ke Xun and Qin Ci focus more on memorizing words, and Mu Yiran has an overview of the overall situation and is free to play. …
Shao Ling observed the composition ratio of the picture in his own way; Fang Fei noticed the difference in the brushes. The picture was a carbon pen, the author's signature and the big circle seemed to be pencils; Luo Meng directly took the mobile phone to the picture and took continuous pictures took a few photos...
When the world was completely dark, the five newcomers finally screamed in horror: where is this? ! What exactly is going on? ! who are you? !
Luo Yan's voice slowly lingered: "The same is the fall of the world, I hope they are all lucky."
Soon, everyone was silent, and the darkness at this time was gradually thickening, as if it was a secret realm that was too thick to be melted.
I don't know how long this period of time lasted. Luo Meng only knew that he was holding Ke Xun and Wei Dong's hands tightly, and his legs were tightly tucked into his 'Xinchun Somatosensory Car'. Feelings: It's like swimming in the asphalt...
The "asphalt" is not hot, it is at room temperature, and it is gradually cooling down, getting cooler and colder, as if it will condense people into amber for thousands of years.
I don’t know how many lives and tribulations have passed in the chaos. Finally, my feet can step on the flat ground, and my nose and mouth can finally breathe freely. Luo Meng greedily breathed in the cold air with edges and corners. He listened to Wei Dong’s speech. After the testimonial: "I feel like I have swum through a whole Songhua egg."
Everyone who was inadvertently compared by Wei Dong to "Ginger Soy Sauce" is now adjusting their state of facing the new environment.
Although everyone is still in the dark, you can feel that this is indoors, and the whole world is very quiet. You squat down and touch your feet. It is a solid wooden floor, which is not clean and seems to be covered with a layer of ash.
After experiencing the indescribable 'song flower egg'-like body sensation just now, the five newcomers gradually calmed down and wrapped their old cotton robes that did not belong to them. say".
"It's really cold here," Ke Xun had already turned on his phone, "What the hell, my phone is broken?"
The screen of Ke Xun's mobile phone is bright, but there is no image. It is like the faint brightness of the screen when it is just turned on, and it is also like a brief blank when changing the lens of an early Japanese drama - the screen is full of nothingness.
Soon a few more patches of white light came on, and everyone's phones lost all functions except lighting.
"I can't even see how many cells of the battery." Wei Dong stared at the rectangular white light block on his mobile phone. When the battery is 100% full, is it fully charged
"That is to say, the mobile phone is useless in this painting?" A strange cold voice sounded. The voice came from a boy in the newcomer. The boy was learning Shao Ling in the dim light and groping for the wall behind him. Soon I felt the scratches carved on the wooden wall, one by one very clear.
"My Ricoh camera has also changed, it has become a purely mechanical old-fashioned camera!" This time it was the one who had covered the camera before for fear of being robbed.
Qin Ci briefly introduced a few old members to the newcomers, and one of the newcomers, a slightly older girl with short hair, also took the initiative to say, "My name is Xi Shengnan, and I am the owner of the 'carving time photography enthusiasts group'. The gathering activity was organized spontaneously by a few of us photography enthusiasts, and city A is the last stop of our trip..." Xi Shengnan's voice was dark.
After the introduction, everyone has a preliminary understanding of several newcomers - apart from Xi Shengnan, another beautiful girl is called Du Lingyu, the boy with a Japanese Ricoh camera is Lu Heng, and the slightly fat boy is called Cao Youning, leaning against the wall The cold throat looking for clues 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 slightly.
"It's a painter." Cao Youning corrected her.
"Bidi is a photographer."
"We are in his painting now."
Du Lingyu lost her voice, and her phone went dark at the same time, as if she wanted to save her physical strength with her master.
The surroundings seemed to be a little brighter, but the lighting was strange, very different from a normal daybreak.
"Turn off the phone first." Mu Yiran, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said.
Perhaps it was Mu Yiran's unique temperament that was convincing. Several newcomers turned off their mobile phones at the same time. At this time, the darkness had gradually thinned, and the surroundings were filled with inexplicable lights, like cold-toned night lights.
"Before 'daybreak', let's talk about the painting and the author. I hope everyone knows everything." Mu Yiran could barely see where the people were in the dim light—it was a wooden building. In the wide corridor, there is a wooden door not far from a few people, which probably leads to a certain room, and the other direction leads to a deep staircase, connecting the bottomless darkness.
It was like the scene of a horror movie, with danger brewing all around.
"You said just now that Bi Di is a photographer?" Qin Ci asked Xi Shengnan.
Xi Shengnan nodded: "We came to the museum today to appreciate Bidi's photographic works. In fact, his photography exhibition will not open until next month, but we can't stay in City A for a month. We estimate that the photography exhibition should be prepared in advance. So I begged the staff to open the door for us."
"If I knew this was the case, I wouldn't go to any photography exhibitions if I killed him." Cao Youning muttered softly, thinking of what his grandmother had said when he was a child: "I just let ghosts drive me away."
"Bidi is a very famous photographer?" Shao Ling asked.
"It has a certain reputation in the industry, but it is not famous in the whole country," Xi Shengnan took over the topic, "This exhibition in City A is his first photography exhibition, because City A is his hometown, this time photography The exhibition can also be regarded as a memorial to the artist after his death.”
Bi Di was already dead, and several old members glanced at each other calmly. This incident was again consistent with the previous painters' situation. Every painting that everyone entered was the posthumous work of the author after his death.
"As a photographer, does Bi Di occasionally paint?" Shao Ling continued to ask.
"It's really hard to say. After the age of 40, Bi Di changed his photography style. First, he returned to black and white in terms of color, and no longer produced color photos; in terms of form, he almost gave up capturing and taking pictures." Xi Shengnan said.
Hearing this sentence, Mu Yiran's eyes were cast over, and Shao Ling continued to ask: "If you give up capturing and taking pictures, you will lose the true meaning of photography. Why did he..."
"He brews a photo like a book or a movie," said Mai Peng, who has a cold voice. "For a photo, he may have to do dozens of line drafts, and after the finished photo comes out. , those drafts will be burnt by him, and only a few of them will survive in the world. The painting we are in is one of the most precious line drafts.”
"The name of this line drawing is "Reverse Brigade". Have you seen the finished photo of "Reverse Brigade"? Can you give a rough idea of what the photo looks like?" Shao Ling turned his attention to Mai Peng. It was obvious that the boy had no interest in the painter. Learn more.
However, Mai Peng shook his head regretfully: "I have seen all the photographic works of Bi Di, and I remember almost all the contents, but I have never seen a photo called "Reverse Journey"—this is the first line draft of today. See you once."
Qin Ci looked at the other newcomers: "Has no one seen the photo of "Reverse Journey"?"
Everyone shook their heads, Cao Youning said, "Don't talk about the photos, just this line drawing we entered, I didn't see what the painting was. I was afraid of patronizing it just now."
Luo Meng looked at the single-function mobile phone in his hand with a bit of disappointment: "I also took a few pictures. I think when we first came in... ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-"
Luo Meng's sudden scream startled several newcomers, Wei Dong also panicked, and forced himself to calm down: "What's the matter, are you waiting to feed?"
"There's something fluffy rubbing against my Jio!" Luo Meng was so frightened that he even forgot to dodge, he only knew that he was sweating and grabbing Wei Dong, who was closest to him.
This time, everyone was not calm, and they all looked at Luo Yu's feet through the dim light, as if there was something furry moving, Du Lingyu in the newcomer screamed: "Oh my God, what is this! Does this kind of inexplicable thing happen often..."
Ke Xun lit his mobile phone and pointed at Luo Xun's feet: "It's a dog."
"Ah?! It's so weird!" Luo Meng moved towards Ke Xun with difficulty, and didn't dare to look down at all. Who knew that the dog would follow him step by step, "Mom, isn't this a ghost version? NPC... God, its color is so weird, how can it be so white..."
"When did this dog sneak in, why is it so silent, I don't remember the dog was drawn on the picture..." This time it was Lu Heng, who was also frightened.
"I don't think it belongs in the painting," Mu Yiran was still calm and composed, "Radish, where's your somatosensory car?"