Ke Xun and Mu Yiran didn't stop too much in front of Xin Beibei's body, but took the time to go up the copper ladder to the sixth floor.
The layout of the sixth floor is the same as the layout of other rooms in the entire circular building. It is still a semi-circular hall. Push open the wooden door on the diameter wall, and there should also be an empty glass jar inside.
But to the surprise of the two of them, the glass jar in the room was not empty, and there were about half a bottle of pure purple liquid in it.
Ke Xun subconsciously turned his head and looked at the door. It was clearly the color of wood that represented safety, and the clock hanging on the wall in the hall was also a pure white clock face.
"What's going on with these purple liquids? Could it be Xiaoye..." Ke Xun was naturally puzzled. The first thing he thought of at this moment was Ye Ningchenyi, the victim of purple.
Mu Yiran couldn't figure out the reason for a while: "I think this purple is related to Ye Ningchen, and the appearance of purple here must have its special meaning."
Ke Xun regretted a little: "I should have come up this morning to take a look."
"You've done your best," Mu Yiran's expression suddenly became strange, "Let's go back first."
The reason why everyone was not in the mood to go to the sixth floor in the morning was because Ke Xun accidentally pulled out each other's head in the process of rescuing Xin Beibei... In addition to being frightened, everyone present was secretly calculating Ke Xun's psychological shadow... Mu Yi It is no exception.
When the two returned to the hall on the second floor, they found that the window of the yellow bedroom was used as a key point and had been nailed with wooden boards.
Qin Ci held a tool in his hand: "Which room will be nailed next?"
Ke Xun scratched his head: "I'm timid, let's nail our house first."
Several old members looked at each other and immediately understood that the blue room was the most important thing tonight.
There were so many people and great strength, everyone was divided into two groups, and soon all the windows of the four rooms were nailed down before dinner.
The light in this world has always been strange, even with all the windows blocked, the room is still "bright" and all the furnishings are brightly colored.
"Why are the other buildings we went to are so dark?" Shi Zhendong was always puzzled, "Where is the light source in this world?"
Miao Zipei replied: "Fauvism is not very particular about refraction and perspective, so the artist deliberately avoided the light source. He probably hoped that all the images in his brush could shine through themselves like stars."
"But he himself is a shadow worshipper," Mi Wei was still tied, and was moved to the second floor by everyone at this time. "The only thing in this world that can make people feel the boundless darkness is that huge shadow."
Qin Ci looked at Zhu Haowen unconsciously: "This is similar to what Haowen said. The other buildings are probably the habitat of the shadow and are controlled by the shadow."
"Don't you think this painter is very contradictory?" Miao Zipei said, "As the three of us discussed this afternoon: In this painting, the shadow should be the master, while the body is the vassal of the shadow! - This is related to the author himself. There is a great contradiction in the cult of color.”
"That's why he went through the labyrinth to perform the replacement." Mu Yiran said.
"Replacement?" Many people asked.
"I don't know if the words are accurate, but the labyrinth should be the core of this world, not the castle we thought before." Mu Yiran also felt that he was a little impatient. come out-
"The labyrinth should be the place where the body and the shadow are exchanged, handed over and even sublimated. The reason why the painter will use the labyrinth to represent this important place may be the contradiction in the painter's heart - the biggest feature of the labyrinth is that the labyrinth will make people get lost. In the painter's mind, this matter may have always been a labyrinth-like existence."
"You mean that the painter himself is also puzzled by this?" Shi Zhendong asked with a frown.
Guo Lixia always had a half-understood understanding, and finally couldn't help but ask: "I don't understand, what is the artist confused about? A labyrinth needs to be built to commemorate it."
Shi Zhendong answered patiently: "It's the question that everyone was confused about just now: who should dominate the shadows and colors, and what should the painter pay more attention to? I think this probably has something to do with the artist's creative process. "
Wei Dong couldn't help but ask Miao Zipei: "What do you know about this painter, whether it has anything to do with this painting or not, you can tell it, maybe it will help us!"
Miao Zipei fell into deep memories: "Actually, this painter named Rong Rang has always been a bit mysterious, and every time the exhibition about his life profile is poor, only the birthplace and graduate school, the rest is about the beast. Pie paintings are very paranoid worship."
"I remember that the painter is from Tongzhou," Ke Xun also recalled the label on the painting from the few memory fragments, "the author Rong Rang, born in 1993, his ancestral home is Tongzhou..."
Miao Zipei nodded: "He is indeed from Tongzhou, he seems to be a very remote mountain village in Tongzhou, and it is rumored that this painter is an orphan, but the whole village takes great care of him, their place is very poor, it is said that he first went to the United States The cost of the hospital was collected by the whole village.”
"The people in that place are really simple and helpful." Shi Zhendong couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"What other works does he have? Can you tell me everything that can be recalled?" Mu Yiran looked at Miao Zipei, and at the same time at Mi Wei.
"Most of his works are Fauvism series, there are many colorful figures, still lifes, scenery... Miao Zipei said that he also created some black and white prints." Mi Wei recalled.
Miao Zipei nodded: "In the previous exhibition at the campus of the A University Art Museum, there was an exhibition hall that exhibited his prints, which were very ethnic and completely different from the current style."
"National characteristics mean..." Mu Yiran continued to ask.
"It probably reflects the working life of the people in my hometown. I still remember the name of the series of prints, called "Children of the Cave God"." Miao Zipei said with certainty.
"Dongshen?" Everyone was a little puzzled, and some even wanted to ask further, which word "hole" was.
"Tongzhou has many mountains and many caves, so there are many mountain gods and cave gods." Mu still pondered, "In some Tongzhou people's traditions, mountains, trees, caves and rocks can all become gods, buffalo, eagle, and swallow swim. Fish can be weird."
Shi Zhendong seemed to have thought of something: "When I traveled to Tongzhou before, I heard the legend of Luohua Cave Girl there. Is the cave god here related to Luohua Cave Girl?"
Everyone has heard of it, and has not heard of it, Wei Dong asked directly: "What's going on with the girl in Luohuadong?"
"There is such a legend in Tongzhou that some girls are brides chosen by the mountain gods and cave gods. Such girls do not eat or drink in the caves, and they will die slowly after returning. This phenomenon is locally known as '' down the hole'."
Wei Dong felt that these Luohuadong girls were pitiful: "Can these girls marry the cave gods after they die?"
"Yes, these women wear wedding dresses after they die, and funeral ceremonies are also held according to happy events." Shi Zhendong lowered his eyes, "According to later scientific statements, these girls actually suffered from some kind of depression."
Mu Yiran suddenly interrupted Shi Zhendong's words, looked at Miao Zipei and said, "You said just now that Rong Rang's print series is called "Children of the Cave God"?"
Miao Zipei nodded: "I thought it was the worship of gods there at first, just like the descendant of the dragon or the son of the east..."
"Luohuadong girl will never marry a mortal in her whole life, let alone have children." Shi Zhendong seemed to have guessed Mu Yiran's thoughts.
Mu Yiran shook his head slightly: "I lived in Tongzhou for a while, and I heard a lot of local rumors that there was a village girl who was pregnant in a cave, and such a child was called a cave god. When the mother leaves, such a child will be protected by the whole village, and such a child is often gifted."
No one was embarrassed to analyze the whole story about the conception. At this time, it was thought that Rong Rang was an "orphan", and the whole village raised funds to send him to university, so Rong Rang was likely to be the legendary "son of the cave god".
"No wonder Rong Rang has a very high artistic talent, so he is the son of the cave god." Miao Zipei sighed, "but, what does this have to do with the contradictions in his works? Especially about shadows..."
"In some particularly remote Tongzhou villages, there is a very pious worship of the cave god, and the villagers there also advocate black." Mu Yiran said the true meaning.
"You mean that Rong Rang is likely to be born in such a village?" Qin Ci said, "The cave god is their totem, and black is their auspicious color."
Everyone seems to gradually touch the truth of the matter.
Miao Zipei never hesitates to mobilize all brain cells when it comes to painting: "From an ethnic village that worships black, and his identity is the son of the cave god who attracts the attention of the village, he naturally sees black as different from other colors. But such a person , but after coming into contact with the outside world of painting, he fell in love with the most daring Fauvism, which is simply a complete tearing of one's color concept!"
"That's why there are contradictions and confusion, and things like labyrinths arise." Zhu Haowen gave a summary.
Seeing the truth of the matter, everyone was silent.
The annoying NPC began to urge everyone to go downstairs for dinner, and Mu Yiran made an arrangement directly: "Four people are responsible for going downstairs to serve dinner, everyone can eat on the second floor."
Everyone agreed, so dinner was hastily settled on the second floor.
Miao Zipei wanted to untie Mi Wei and let him eat, but Mi Wei shook his head: "I can't eat it."
Night is slowly coming, but the signature has not yet been found. Mi Wei, who has been sentenced to death, cannot eat.
"The answer is clear, the signature must be in the maze." It was Ke Xun who spoke.
Everyone agreed on this answer, because the labyrinth is the meeting point of the flesh and the shadow, and it is also the replacement point of black and color.
Mi Wei sighed deeply: "But the night is still here... I wish you all the best tomorrow."
Everyone was sad, but couldn't say anything.
No one dared to go to the labyrinth at night. The night was originally a world of shadows, and everyone nailed the windows to isolate them from it.
"What did you find when you went to the sixth floor?" Zhu Haowen just remembered to ask.
Only then did Ke Xun remember to tell: "The sixth floor is very strange. There is a glass jar containing purple liquid, but the door is the color of wood, and the clock on the wall is white."
As for the fact that the two saw Xin Beibei's body, Ke Xun didn't say it, so as not to make everyone feel uncomfortable.