"This gentleman, I'm sorry, this is Mr. Devon's private studio, not open to the public......"

Just as Fang Xian was about to leave, a group of people walked over, and a staff member led by him hurriedly stepped forward.

"Oh, I'm a little immersed in great works of art and some lost...... Sorry......" Fang Xian politely apologized, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Rocca!"

Stewart and Sharah were among the group, and they hugged Devin and seemed to have a good conversation.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Devin, this is the friend I just mentioned and would like to introduce to you - Roca...... An outstanding writer. ”

Xara enthusiastically introduced both parties.

"Hello, Mr. Rocca."

Devin smiled and said hello.

"Just call me Roca, Mr. Devon." Fang Xian had to stop and sighed secretly in his heart.

This Shara and Steward, they really drill wherever there is an abnormality.

"Roca, would you like to visit my private studio?"

Dewen seems to be in poor spirits, and only when he mentions his work and his own work, his eyes are full of enthusiasm: "The works you have seen before are far from being great......

"Wouldn't it be too intrusive?"

Fang Xian turned his head and looked at the door.

Rustling! Rustling!

In his ears, there seemed to be the sound of some insect writhing body.

Slippery, twisted, disgusting......

It seems that behind this door, there is an indescribable horror.

"No, no...... I wanted to take my new friends on a tour of my studio, which has no privacy or precious items, just a half-finished product. ”

Dewen is reserved and authentic.

"It was such an honor...... I mean...... I can't wait......" Shara put her hands over her lips and let out a surprise laugh.

"Haha, please."

Devin pulled out a string of brass keys, found one of them, and unlocked the door to the studio.

In front of everyone, there is a small studio.

The surrounding wooden shelves are filled with plaster, tools, hammers, carving knives and other carving tools.

There were piles of paper on the ground, stained with lime and spices of other colors, and in the corners, there were discarded sculptures.

They are mostly mutilated semi-finished products.

There was a woman with a broken arm, a man with only half a face, and a child with a strange smile...... At first glance, it gives people a terrifying atmosphere, as if a pile of real human stumps and severed remains have been discarded in the garbage dump at random.

"Oh!"

"Is this the sculptor's studio? I think we've got something to brag about again......"

Shaila and a few other women looked around curiously, and finally turned their gaze to the center of the studio.

There is also a sculpture there, covered with a white cloth.

Fang Xian lowered his head slightly, as if admiring the white spots on the ground, in fact, his inspiration had been strongly touched.

'The horrible thing behind the door, the half-finished sculpture covered in white cloth?' ’

In his eyes, the white cloth seemed to hide the endless terror, and thousands of worms seemed to be wriggling underneath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you a truly great work of art, though only half completed......"

Dewen was strangely excited, grabbed the white cloth, and gently lifted it.

What appeared in the eyes of everyone was a half-finished old man's head.

The gray-white plaster plaster that makes up the main body of the old man's skull, perfectly presents every detail according to the true ratio of one to one.

The old man's facial features are deep, and there are some plaster edges and corners, which are blurred and not completely formed.

But his hair was unbridled, his beard was long, and there was a strange twist, and the lines were thick like worms.

Overall, it's a strange image of a blurred face, with a beard and hair that is constantly climbing, wriggling, twisting, and knotting like worms.

The old man's mouth was wide open, and his tongue had not yet been carved.

But in Fang Xian's eyes, the old man's head seemed to come to life, and the unfinished tongue had also turned into a thick and wriggling flesh worm......

"Huge...... Worm...... Hymn ......"

Some strange words had come to his mind.

It seems that with just one more pen, a line of poetry can be created on the spot.

'No...... Can't be here. ’

Fang Xian lowered his head and didn't look at the stone carving, his spirit suddenly calmed down a lot: 'It's definitely a supernatural power...... But it feels a little different from the 'Bird with Broken Wings'......

"This ......"

It turned out that in terms of the aesthetics of ordinary people, it was difficult to accept this work.

Even if it's just unfinished, some ladies feel a little uncomfortable.

"This work, titled 'The Man of the Worm'...... It is inspired by some of the manuscripts left behind by the greatest sculptor in history, Mr. Cappro. ”

Dewen's introduction is general: "I got some of them, and by studying them, I got inspiration from them. What do you guys think? ”

"Is it the ominous Master Cape in his old age?"

An old man was obviously very interested in this: "I remember that the last work of Master Capune did seem to be related to bugs...... But it is a pity that in history, the doom sculpture was sealed or destroyed after completion, and the photo was not even published in the newspapers...... I've seen some of the corresponding introductions from a gentleman's private diary...... It is said that the work makes you feel great at first glance and realize your own insignificance......"

He looked at the half-finished stone carving, and his expression gradually became a little obsessed: "That's it...... It turned out to be like this......"

'One of the fools who found that sanity was declining.' ’

Fang Xian remembered the image of this old man, and was about to go back to inquire about his name and ask the investigator to come to read the water meter.

Soon, he noticed that the gaze of the people around him gradually changed from disgust to disgust.

With some curiosity, some inquiry.

It may not be long before all these gazes turn to fanatism.

Even Stewart and Sharah had obsessive expressions on their faces at this time, as if the worms that made up the hair and beard were such beautiful beings.

"Ahem!"

Fang Xian leaned over and slammed Stuart into him: "Stuart!" ”

"Uh-huh? What's wrong? My friend? ”

Steward's casual response, reluctant to take his eyes off the sculpture.

"I think we've been bothering Mr. Dewen for too long to interfere with people's work and exhibitions...... Especially Shala. ”

Fang Xian deliberately stimulated the people that Stewart cared about.

His one-month psychological surprise training was not learned in vain.

"yes, and Shara."

Steward's gaze finally took his eyes off the statue, and when he saw the obsessed Shala, a sour taste suddenly appeared in his heart: "We should go, yes, we should leave...... No, let me take another look, just one look......"