01060505050505" There is something behind the screen. Xie Ling said, "Luo Dao, do me a favor and move the screen." "

Xie Ling handed the candle to Huang Shanshan. I moved the screen with him. Behind the screen, something was revealed. It looks like a picture frame, leaning against the wall, with a large white cloth covering the outside. This frame is particularly large. It wasn't enough to remove one screen to make it all exposed, so we moved three more screens in quick succession.

These screens were very heavy, I don't know what they were made of, and I was tired and sweaty.

I wiped my forehead, and the entire frame was exposed. Huang Shanshan stood next to her with a candle, the fire was faint and burning, and the atmosphere in the room was very mysterious. Xie Ling stepped forward and grabbed the corner of the white cloth. With a hard pull, the entire cloth was pulled off, revealing the contents of the cloth.

As soon as something comes out. We were all stunned. It is an oil painting with rich and rich colors. At first, I didn't really see what the painting was, but I just thought that under the candlelight, the colors of the painting were like ribbons, one by one, some golden yellow, some dark red, as if they were inlaid with colorful veins flowing in the rock formations.

The whole painting is actually dynamic in terms of visual effect, and when you look at it coldly, all the colors are flowing, flowery and green, pressing people's hearts and lungs, like polluting raw materials discharged from a chemical plant. This kind of full love is full of splendor of modernity and the desolation of the end times behind it.

The visual impact was so strong, and for some reason, I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I was suffering from heat stroke or motion sickness, and I felt my stomach churning. I couldn't look anymore, so I quickly avoided my face and retched against the wall for a while.

Huang Shanshan is no better, and she can't stand such an impact. The candle was in her hand, and as soon as she turned around, the light in front of the painting suddenly dimmed, and all the moments disappeared into the darkness, like a strange dream.

Xie Ling snapped his fingers: "Here comes the light." "

Huang Shanshan turned her back to him and handed the candle over. I slowly turned my face sideways and saw Xie Ling crouching in front of this picture with a candle, watching intently.

Is this kid's nerves made of stainless steel? I couldn't help but ask, "What is the painting?" "

Xie Ling pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "If this is from Fan Xiong's pen, I can be sure that this is the legendary series of paintings, ゾ eyes タ." "

"Huh?" I exclaimed.

I couldn't help but be curious, took a deep breath, and leaned over to take a look. The eye is still full of undulating colors, and the painting is full of flavor.

I don't know how to describe it, I didn't smell anything, I just had a feeling of smell flooding my mind. What kind of feeling is this, very similar to the strong smell of leprosy and syphilis that I did when I saw Erge Ermi getting sick. The smell was close to the limit of what I could bear, I couldn't stand it, I ran to the window and opened the window, probed out, threw up a "wow", vomited a lot of water, tried to suppress it, and didn't squirt out all the dinner.

Until now, I haven't figured out what I'm drawing. Clamp table.

Xie Ling covered the paintings again with a white cloth, and his expression was very stern: "You can't look at these paintings." "

I was exhausted and sat on the ground panting. Huang Shanshan was a little better, and came over and said: "Fan Xiong, I'm really convinced, what kind of person can draw such a thing." By the way, why didn't you react? Do you see what you're drawing? "

I'm also curious to watch the bell. Now I can tell the content of the painting, only the bell is solved. Xie Ling frowned, thought about it, and said, "Isn't this a series, I have to look at other paintings." Let's move all the screens. "

I wiped my mouth and stood up, and together with the bell, I moved the screens out of place. I was amazed to see that behind the screen, around the four walls, there were about six or seven frames covered with white cloths.

Xie Ling waved his hand: "You guys go out first, I want to take a closer look." "

He came to a painting with a candle and was about to lift the white cloth, Huang Shanshan was quite self-aware, knowing that these paintings were extraordinary, she walked to the door, turned her head and stopped looking.

I was still curious and stood still. Xie Ling ignored me, and he lifted all the white cloths in one go, revealing all the paintings.

He stood in the middle of the room, holding a candle, and in the dim light, he could see the colors flowing all over the room.

The paintings are very close to each other, and many of the colors are very close to each other in terms of color, which creates a visual illusion, as if one or several streams of bright and rich colors are slowly flowing from one painting to another, and at first glance it looks like a jumping evil spirit. One or two are enough, all seven paintings are like this, the flowing colors make the room form a huge vortex of color, the illusion of disillusionment, the bell has become the eye of the whole storm.

As soon as he turned around, he shouted to me, "Get out!" "

I was literally and ran out of the room, and there was a dark hallway outside. As soon as I went out, I couldn't do it, my legs were weak and I sat directly on the ground, and now when I close my eyes, my mind is full of boiling oil painting colors, and my head is about to explode.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, the force was very light, I didn't need to look to know that it was Huang Shanshan, she was comforting me. I felt a little more steady, and sat against the wall with my eyes closed for a long time before I could barely suppress my nausea and dizziness. Slowly opening his eyes and seeing a flash light in the room, Huang Shanshan whispered next to him, "Xie Ling is taking pictures of these paintings." "

"What is he going to do?" I asked.

At this point, the bell came out, pulled me up from the ground, and pulled out a pill for me. I swallowed it into my stomach without saying a word, not to mention, the feeling of dizziness and nausea suddenly eased a lot.

Xie Ling said: "We are three people who came here together, I am a person who pays more attention to the rules, and now there is a heavy decision, all three of us must vote, and the minority obeys the majority." "

"Say it." Huang Shanshan said.

Xie Ling said, "I'm going to destroy all these paintings!" Listen to your opinions. "

"Tell me your reasoning." Huang Shanshan said.

"These paintings were painted in a very special way, and it can even be said that these paintings were not painted by people. You have just seen the paintings, and you know best what you feel in your heart, and you can say that these paintings are ominous, and there is likely to be a big incident in the future. I want to destroy it now. "

Huang Shanshan looked at me: "What about your opinion, Luo Dao." "

I coughed and said, "I don't agree." "

Xie Ling looked at me with some surprise.

"Although these paintings are evil, they are undeniably classics of art. Art is originally a way to explore the forbidden area of human beings and express deep emotions, and if you see something uncomfortable, you will destroy it, what is the difference between us and the rude and ignorant Eight-Nation Alliance. I think history will make the right judgment, so we should not be sinners of history, and maybe in a hundred years, these paintings will become a ladder of enlightenment for human progress. "

After I said this, I smiled and said, "I don't see it, you still have ideas." "

Actually, my real thought was that I didn't want to reconcile the bell, and he said whatever he said.

The eyes of the two of us fell on Huang Shanshan, and she was going to cast a crucial vote. The girl thought for a moment and said, "I'm still inclined to Luo Dao, these paintings can't be destroyed." "

Xie Ling looked at us, smiled and didn't speak, walked inside, and covered the white cloth one by one. After I finished this qiē, I walked into the house and asked him what these paintings were and why they were called ゾ眼タ?

Xie Ling rubbed his temples: "Look at your curiosity, if I don't tell you, I guess I won't be able to sleep well at night." I don't know exactly how Fan Xiong conceived these paintings, because what appears to be a different way of looking at the world is to see the world with different eyes. "

"I don't understand." Huang Shanshan said.

Xie Ling pointed to one of the paintings and said, "This painting should see the world through the eyes of some beast." He continued: "The painting is looking at the world through the eyes of a bird."

"How do you know? It's not a fish. I said.

Xie Ling smiled: "The content of these paintings is what I figured out and reasoned about. I am not a beast or a bird, but I am a man who can push the other way. "

Huang Shanshan said: "Then you have a reliable basis for reasoning, from 1 to 2, from 2 to 3, you must first have a real 1." "

Xie Ling nodded: "That's right, the reason why I deduced it so is because of this painting." He touched a painting next to me with his hand.

The painting is larger than the others, covered with a white cloth, like a covered coffin.

I seemed to have a premonition of something terrible, and my palms were a little sweaty. Xie Ling said: "I am very familiar with the content of this painting, and I recognize it at a glance. Considering that the theme of this series of paintings is ゾ眼タ, I can easily deduce the content of other paintings. "

"And what kind of eyes does this painting look through to our world?" Huang Shanshan was curious.

Xie Ling groaned for a moment, smiled and said, "Ghost eyes." "

As soon as this sentence came out, Huang Shanshan and I froze there on the spot. In the cold and dark room, the atmosphere was already weird, and he suddenly came to such a sentence, which really made people feel cold all the time. I'm better, Huang Shanshan was stunned, her voice trembled: "What did you say?!" "

Xie Ling shook his head: "Don't let you follow, you prefer to be surprised, how about it, frightened, right?" "

I swallowed: "I'm very curious, what is it like to look at the yang world with the eyes of a ghost?" "010605050505