"Donglock? What the hell is this? It always gives people a feeling of deja vu..."
Someone complained in a low voice, but Chu Tianshu, who called himself Donglock, was not affected by the other party at all, but turned to the bearded patrolman: "You can also call me Sherlock Holmes. I am a detective who travels around the world. My hometown is Chaoyang District is a very enthusiastic crowd.”
The bearded patrolman hastily sent someone to check the water intake, and not long after, the man came back vomiting: "Sir, it is indeed as he said, at the drain, James' body...has been drained dry Skinned. He was fixed on the suction port, sucked out from the intestines, and then... "
"vomit!!"
There was a look of horror and disgust on the faces of everyone present. After the bearded patrolman went to observe by himself, he couldn't help but leaned on the wall and vomited.
After vomiting, he calmed down and said to the people around him, "Bring the man who called himself 'Donglock' just now..."
"Oh, thank you for remembering my existence after twenty minutes of levator ani exercises."
The man who called himself "Sherlock" stood beside him and muttered.
Bearded Patrolman: …
I don't know why, but every time this person speaks, he has an urge to beat him up.
... Although this person is really good-looking.
"Come on, calm down." The man patted him on the shoulder as if he could read his inner thoughts, "I just came to Fog City to enjoy such a grand performance, tsk, my luck is really good."
"You call this a show??"
"Isn't it? The goddess who symbolizes holiness and purity, but what poured out of the jade bottle in her hand was not nectar, but bright red blood. The blood was in full bloom in the sun, and the originally cold and lofty statue was also stained at this moment. The breath of 'human', coquettish and depraved..." "Donglock" spread his hands, he tilted his head, looked at the sky, seemed to be recalling and enjoying the scene he saw at that moment, "This is the perfection of divinity and humanity combine."
His tone is lazy and intoxicated, as if "death" is the least worth mentioning part of this story. The bearded patrol watched his appearance, swallowed, and unconsciously pressed the butt of the gun with his hand.
"Decades ago, Benjamin, a master sculptor, designed this fountain as a gift to Fog City. It was a perfect combination of sculpture and fountain art. A hundred years later, another artist performed on this ancient art. In order to re-create and let it glow with new magic, I have to say... "
The bearded patrol hooked his fingers. The young man was still engrossed in his speech, and he didn't realize that several police officers had already loaded their guns with live ammunition. Under the hint of the bearded police officers, they secretly surrounded him.
The young man appeared in the police station inexplicably, and gave an explanation for the mystery of the fountain spraying blood. Not only that, at this moment, he also used an intoxicated tone to describe the criminal's mental journey.
No matter from which angle you look at it, this young man is as suspicious as a kiwi fruit mixed into an egg carton.
until…
"... I have to say, this is really OOC!! Even if it is created by a fan, you should abide by the thoughts expressed in the original work!!" The young man's tone suddenly became indifferent, "Twisting and changing the original work at will is simply to make Hamlet It became Harry Potter."
Patrol:? ?
Youth: "I'm very disappointed with this criminal. He doesn't know what real art is. As an artist, he not only has no valuable original spirit, but also only creates ooc secondary creations on existing works , It’s really a lintel.”
Patrol:?
The policemen who had already surrounded the young man suddenly showed "what the hell are you talking about" eyes. The young man moved his hair smartly, and said to everyone: "Okay, the basic situation is almost like this, so now..."
"Can I join your crime detection team?" The young man shrugged and whistled to everyone.
…
Lin Huai sat on the velvet chair.
He sat upright, meticulous in everything from leather shoes to lace shirts. Not far away, the strange man was giving medicine to the girl. The girl's ankle was so swollen that it looked horrific.
It's hard to imagine that there is such an inconspicuous shop in the alley next to this square—it looks small on the outside, but it has a large space inside, filled with paintings and antiques scavenged from all over the world. What attracted Lin Huai's attention the most was an extremely heavy pendulum clock.
The pendulum clock looks old, but it is well maintained. Lin Huai kept staring at the swinging pendulum until a man's voice came from behind him: "You seem to like this pendulum clock very much?"
"It looks very old." Lin Huai said.
"It was a product before factories appeared. Before that, every pendulum clock was handcrafted by artisans, and every part was ground by them." The man took out a soft cloth and wiped it carefully The surface of the pendulum clock, "unlike now, the current pendulum clock is the product of the industrial assembly line. A track handed out dozens of hundreds of identical parts, and then countless female workers mechanically spliced them together, and then, Hundreds of soulless products were just placed in the store."
Lin Huai raised his eyebrows: "Soul? What do you mean?"
The man seems to be very patient with him: "Do you believe it? These clocks and watches made by people have souls. When the craftsmen are carving the dial, their own time is also in every sharpening of the file, candlelight Every moment of time is engraved into every mechanical part. Every hand-made timepiece is a product of time that truly gathers—that is their soul.”
Lin Huai showed a look of sudden realization. He looked at the constantly swinging clock, and said sincerely: "So that's the case, I've heard this saying before."
"Oh, is it?" The middle-aged man's brows became softer, "Is there anyone else who has the same idea as me? What's his name?"
Lin Huai didn't blink his eyelids: "WeChat."
Middle-aged man: …
The middle-aged man wiped the clock clean. Lin Huai asked him, "Where's that girl just now?"
"She was sitting outside, waiting for her parents to pick her up."
"Oh." Lin Huai said, "You sound like you hate these industrial products?"
The middle-aged man smiled.
"Decades ago, Benjamin, a master sculptor, passed by the foggy city. At that time, the foggy city had fresh air and blooming flowers. There were opera houses, travelers playing the violin, rose gardens and art galleries everywhere. He was fascinated by this beautiful city. Shocked, moved to tears, and then left behind this sculpture of the goddess. The goddess holds a jade bottle that spouts spring water, which means the source of art. Unfortunately, after his passing, this former art capital , but in just a hundred years, it has changed its appearance."
"Row upon row of factories rose from the ground, billowing black smoke swept the sky, countless businessmen poured into the city, the smell of copper spread, everything handcrafted became a product on the industrial line, and all art began to be used. Measured by money. This city has long run counter to its former spirit.” The man said, “The Fog City is no longer the capital of art, and what is sprayed out of the goddess’ jade bottle is no longer the source of art. This city has become An incinerator and a meat grinder were set up, countless people were swallowed into them, crushed and burned, and industrial products on the assembly line and wads of money were pushed out. People no longer pursue spiritual art, but in factories Exhausted, rushing for money and material enjoyment. The goddess has fallen, and the city of fog has also fallen."
The man said, touching the pendulum clock affectionately: "It's a pity, we love this city so much. Even though it has changed from a goddess to a bitch in fine clothes. Fog City needs art, and it also needs a show." A renaissance—a renaissance that awakens all benumbed souls. Do you know the renaissance?"
Lin Huai, who was dozing off, thought for a while and said, "You mean..."
The man smiles and nods.
Lin Huai: "Is there such a Renaissance as the one who "doesn't understand things"?"
man:…
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and said helplessly: "The Renaissance made people re-aware of the role of 'human', the main factor, in art. Now, in this era where all handicraft products are replaced by mechanical production —”
"It's also time to announce again to the people of Fog City, the importance of the factor 'human' in artworks."
After saying that sentence, the middle-aged man saw the boy in front of him blink his eyes. The boy sat on the sofa with a well-behaved posture and beautiful cat-like eyes. It's a pity that his face was full of bewilderment, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
He looks so pure and undefended, every inch of his body is soft and beautiful.
The middle-aged man thought, what a perfect creature he is.
The creation of art.
"Would you like some black tea?" he asked him kindly.
Lin Huai: "Oh, good."
The middle-aged man turned around and went to the kitchen to make black tea. After he left, Lin Huai twisted his neck and looked around again.
If it is true as the middle-aged man said, he is almost obsessively collecting things from the last century—things that are not products of the industrial revolution. It seems that this middle-aged man is really...
——A pervert who looks the same on the outside and does not pretend to be himself at all. Lin Huaixu thought about it.
The middle-aged man, Barabara, said a lot. If it were another pure boy sitting here, he might have been moved by his profound knowledge, and he would soon find resonance with the man who is also an environmentalist. I even want to treat him as a confidant, and build a wind-powered environmentally friendly sailboat with him and sail from Sweden to New York, USA... But unfortunately, Lin Huai not only has no fluctuations in his words, but also thinks that the psp Nintendo ipad that condenses the mechanical production capacity good smell…
However, now it seems that Fog City is indeed an era between the old and the new - the collision of industry and handicrafts, the decline of the old nobles and the rise of new industries. It's no wonder that men say that a Renaissance is needed to re-emphasize the importance of "human" in art.
But his way of emphasizing it may be a bit perverted.
"It seems that he talked to me so much, he must be very interested in me. Maybe he even met the legendary tea party. As the saying goes, artists are attracted to each other." Lin Huai stared at his back , thinking in my heart, "How can I persuade him to attack me quickly?"