Paintings of Terror

Chapter 85: Shadow 08┃The purest color

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Except for the green room where Zhu Haowen and Shi Zhendong are located, the other rooms have completed the storage of three jars of berries before lunch.

"We're still less than a can of work, and we should be able to complete the task before 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Shi Zhendong looked at the clock on the wall, which still showed cyan patterns.

Xin Beibei looked at her boyfriend, and then at Zhu Haowen, who was sitting in the distance, with a very complicated expression.

Qin Ci opened his mouth and said, "There are only two people in the green group, so it's normal for them to fail to complete the task. Well, after lunch, there is free time. If you feel exhausted, you can go back to your room to rest. If you are interested, you can gather in this hall. Focus the discussion."

Shi Zhendong understood that Qin Ci was freeing up work time for the green team, so he smiled and said, "Then we will continue to work after lunch, and everyone will gather here at two o'clock."

Everyone nodded, they didn't eat much lunch, and they didn't have the intention of taking a lunch break, so Shi Zhendong and Zhu Haowen returned to the green room to continue their work, while the others sat at the dining table for a meeting to discuss.

"Let's talk about the clues we have so far," Qin Ci still spoke, "The first is about the conditions of death. He Yu entered other rooms without washing his hands yesterday. This should be a clear act of polluting colors. Ended his life by being stripped of color;

"The other deceased is Zhang Tianwei. We have not been able to determine whether he has contaminated the color, but obviously visiting a room with other colors is also one of the conditions of death. At present, there are many doubts about Zhang Tianwei's death. You can discuss this issue first." Qin Ci's eyes swept over everyone present.

Mi Wei was the first to speak: "I think the first thing to understand is when did Senior Tian Wei die, whether he was alive or dead before he was dragged out of the room, and what we saw in the morning. One scene... Did Senior Tianwei die at that time?"

Xin Beibei was the first to be frightened by Mi Wei's speech: "Everyone has been soaked in a bottle, of course they are dead!"

Mi Wei said, "Because the world in the painting is really incredible, so I made a bold assumption - after He Yu died, he lost all his colors, so the senior we saw this morning... was soaked in that way. Is the color being squeezed out of the bottle? So how did He Yu lose his color? Is it also through this method?"

"If that's the case, there will be traces in the whole room," Xin Beibei said with lingering fears, "the red we saw in the morning... has spread out of the room."

"If Senior He was also killed in that way, why didn't the murderer kill Senior Zhang together last night?" Ye Ningchen raised his own doubts.

"The only way to verify your assertion," Ke Xun looked at Mi Wei's slender eyes, "is to go to the scene again to see what happened to Zhang Tianwei and whether he ended up with the same consequences as He Yu."

These remarks made everyone shudder, and a few girls even regretted the discussion they had just brought up - verifying the facts is more cruel than talking about soldiers on paper.

"Xiao Ke is right. In addition to verifying your doubts, it is indeed more appropriate to check Zhang Tianwei's body." Qin Ci looked at the clock on the wall, it was just one o'clock, "There is still time. , who is going?"

Xin Beibei couldn't help raising her voice: "I'm not going anyway! I can still see the big red bottle that is bleeding constantly..." Saying that, she tightened Ye Ningchenyi beside her, "You better also Don't go, it's horrible."

Mi Wei stood up: "I'll go with you. If there are many people, there will be more observation points."

"Dongzi, you are here with a few girls," before Ke Xun finished speaking, he felt his Tiezi cast a very grateful look, "Although it's daytime, it's best not to let anyone fall down. Dan, especially in the hall, don't leave people here alone."

Wei Dong nodded in agreement, looked at Guo Lixia, who was dozing on the chair, and counted the eldest sister among the left-behind staff.

So, Ke Xun, Mu Yiran and Qin Ci, plus Mi Wei and Miao Zipei, went up to the fourth floor again. Because the castle's shape is very strange, that open-air corridor is only available on the fourth floor.

It was the first time that Miao Zipei went upstairs. When he found that the third and fourth floors were the same, he felt a little curious. Moreover, these rooms were the same as the second floor. The red door in the middle had turned pale and colorless. .

There is a wooden door next to the hall on the fourth floor, push it open, and it is leading to an open-air corridor.

"Pay attention to your feet!" After Mi Wei's reminder, everyone walked cautiously. Sure enough, there were some suspicious red marks on the ground at the end of the corridor.

Everyone walked over sideways, trying their best to bypass the red ones.

On the white floor tiles of the hall, those red marks are more obvious.

"Those bloodstains... No, those red liquids have been disposed of." Qin Ci was a little puzzled, "but it was not handled cleanly."

"It doesn't look like it was treated with a broom or a mop," Mi Wei boldly squatted down to take a closer look, "Why do these reds appear to be wiped off in large areas, and what is it used for?"

No one spoke, and if you imagined it, a terrifying metaphor would emerge: the traces seemed to be licked off by a giant tongue.

Soon, these traces were ignored by everyone, because everything displayed in the open red door refreshed everyone's understanding again.

It was still the big glass jar before, and the red liquid inside was still flowing out slowly, but the flow was much smaller than in the morning.

The person in the glass jar can no longer tell whether "it" is Zhang Tianwei or not - just like Mi Wei's previous observation, Zhang Tianwei's body has become shorter than before, and it is getting shorter and shorter.

"Then... is there a specimen of a baby in there?" Miao Zipei, who doesn't like to talk, finally made a murmur.

The human body is still soaked in the red liquid, but it is as small as a baby corpse, still standing upright, and the small limbs are in a suspended state.

"Not a baby, just a scaled-down adult." As a doctor, Qin Ci answered Miao Zipei's words accurately.

Mu Yiran looked at it for a while and stopped looking, turned around and looked at the still blood-red clock on the wall: "Because of the constant extraction of color, Zhang Tianwei is almost exhausted."

Miao Zipei couldn't help retching: "Do all of us have so many colors in our bodies?"

This sentence is like a prophecy, and no one wants to answer it.

Mu Yiran looked at Miao Zipei calmly: "In this world, the author tries to use color to express everything, including the life of the people in the painting."

Miao Zipei tried his best to restrain his vomiting, and almost burst into tears. He soon heard Ke Xun say next to him, "Take this opportunity to observe this hall, maybe there will be other gains."

Mi Wei's eyes looked at the bright red clock on the wall: "Do you think it is possible that the painter's signature is on the clock?"

Qin Ci took the lead in denying the idea: "It seems that the clues of the clock are too obvious, and there are clocks hanging in every hall in the castle, so the signature is unlikely to be inside."

From Ke Xun's point of view, the facilities in this room were no different from what they saw in the morning, except that the bloodstains were cleaned up.

Miao Zipei's eyes fell on the window of the hall: "The pattern on the window lattice is different from that in our building. Is this a discovery?"

Ke Xun asked, "Do you mean that in the building where we are, all the panes are the same?"

No one else seemed to be able to answer this question, but Miao Zipei nodded affirmatively: "Whether it's the working room or our bedroom, including the hall on the third and fourth floors just passed, those window lattice patterns are all Morris patterns, to be precise. There are many screenshots of a whole golden lily pattern, because the distribution of patterns is different, so people will ignore their integrity."

Ke Xun looked at this gleaming young man. Whenever someone made a very professional speech that could inspire others, Ke Xun felt that this person was shining.

"So, does the pane in this hall belong to the Morris pattern now?" Mu Yiran asked the question at the right time.

Miao Zipei said without hesitation: "It also belongs to the Morris pattern. If I remember correctly, this picture should be from William Morris's pomegranate branch and white parrot. These panes also split the pattern - but the Morris pattern itself is The gorgeously repeated composition emphasizes the beauty of classicism, and any part can be a perfect work.”

"Do these golden lilies, pomegranates and white parrots have any special meanings that you said?" Qin Ci obviously couldn't understand these artistic categories.

"It just represents all kinds of beauty, and it doesn't have a very special meaning." Miao Zipei could feel the affirmation and encouragement of the eyes around him, so he continued, "I just find it strange that Fauvism and Morris patterns are completely different. In terms of style, the Morris pattern is more focused on court meticulous brushwork, and I don’t know why the artist used the Morris pattern in this painting.”

Mi Wei also felt very reasonable: "Fauvism is a kind of subversion and breaking. They don't pay much attention to proportion and composition. Compared with Morris's pattern, it is too conformist, and it is simply two conflicting styles."

But these contradictions and conflicts cannot be explained by anyone, perhaps even the painter himself.

"This may be related to the artist's unknown mental journey." Mu Yiran said lightly - the old members all know that many of the previous paintings contain too many stories of the artist.

Miao Zipei looked at the red clock on the wall again: "I don't know if the red you saw before is different from this one?"

"It's very red, what's the difference?" Ke Xun asked.

Miao Zipei hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and squinted again to observe the red on the clock surface: "Red is the color at the end of the long wavelength in the visible spectrum, with a wavelength of about 625 to 740 nanometers, and is one of the three primary colors of light."

Everyone quietly listened to Miao Zipei's words - "Red is just a general concept, and red can be divided into hundreds of thousands of kinds. For example, the red on Zhang Tianwei's and He Yu's clothes was different before, Zhang Tianwei's body is dark red. The moon pattern, and He Yu's body has a garnet red tic-tac-toe pattern.

"But in terms of the red color of the clock face in front of me, it is basically close to the purest red. If it is divided according to the optical color RGB, the index of the purest red is: R is equal to 255, G is equal to 0, and B is equal to 0."

It was the first time for Ke Xun to receive such a professional color teaching. After digesting it for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "So someone wants to extract the purest color from us?"