Chapter 155: Scarlet Beast 02┃ Strange City.

"I got a ticket worth 30 yuan for nothing, and I actually felt it was earned." Wei Dong found that he had fallen into the trap of painting and tweeting and couldn't get out of it-just like the initial symptoms of a Stockholm patient.
The design of the ticket is very simple, more like a ready-made greeting card, except that it is stamped with the seal of the "Benxin Art Museum" and a digital date stamp.
Qin Ci looked at the art museum, which became more and more lively later. Today is the weekend, and there are twice as many visitors as usual.
Ke Xun had already reached the door, tilted his head and looked at the companions behind him, as if he was saying: Go, go in and practice Ba and Ba?
Zhu Haowen was infected by Ke Xun, and he unconsciously put on a smile on his face--it is unclear how many times he smiled like this, and the corners of his mouth were bent uncontrollably. This was unique before he knew Ke Xun.
Zhu Haowen cleared his throat secretly, put on his usual expressionless face, and followed Wei Dong into the art museum.
The decoration in the museum is the popular "absolute poverty", with rough terrazzo walls, undecorated original wooden tables and chairs, and high ceilings with naked lamps hanging, like a factory workshop in the 1980s. The "workshop" is decorated everywhere. Withered vines like a mangland, to show the existence of its artistic intention.
"What a ‘Wabi-Sabi’!" A Mori girl with a shawl and hair exclaimed.
Wei Dong looked at the overly simplistic four walls and muttered, "It's pretty bad (Wabi)."
Zhu Haowen opened his mouth slightly when he heard the words of his companion, but finally did not say a word.
The companion of the Mori girl, a slender boy in a slim long shirt, lifted up his pale white thin-rimmed glasses: "Simple and peaceful, a bit Zen."
Wei Dong walked past him, only to realize that the "juvenile" was a girl. Then he heard the "juvenile girl" say: "I didn't expect so many avant-garde artworks."
Today's artwork is indeed a pioneer.
Several people stepped across a pile of twisted root sculptures on the ground, only to find a label standing: the work "Lian Dian Lian", the price is "12,000 yuan".
In front of it is a large pile of yarn balls, there are a few peculiarly shaped shiny light bulbs, the label says: "Cat's Love", the price is "9400 yuan".
This money is also very easy to earn. Wei Dong didn't say this sentence. After all, in the field of this group of avant-garde artists, it is still the best.
Wei Dong still couldn't help but patted Ke Xun's shoulder in front of him: "It's a pity that we didn't get a few works to bring. It's a little bit to make a little bit, and maybe we can still pay back the travel expenses."
"I think it is possible to nail a bunch of large and small picture frames together, just like a perspective drawing." Ke Xun looked at the various artworks in the museum and couldn't help but start his mind.
"That's a work of art, right?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran beside him.
"Forget it." Mu Yiran smiled.
"I think the name of the artwork is very important. What should we call a bunch of picture frames?" Ke Xun looked at a piece of leather displayed on the wall next to it, with two weird tattoos on it. Pattern, the name of this work is "Old Huan".
Ke Xun looked away from these uncomfortable artworks, and was about to say to Mu Yiran that the artwork he had just conceived was called "Encounter", but Zhu Haowen robbed him of it first: "Call Nirvana." ."
"Nirvana," Wei Dong said, "I think it should be called'unlucky reminder'."
Qin Ci, who was walking behind, had already caught up with the two young girls. The Mori girl pointed to the pavilion at the corner: "The big room is mainly exhibiting paintings. It's worth seeing."
Qin Ci thanked him and looked at the pale light from the corner of the concrete wall: "The original painting exhibition is over there."
Several people looked in that direction, and the mood that was pretending to be relaxed fell again, and a new life-threatening journey was about to begin.
The exhibition hall where the paintings are displayed is still a bleak "absolute poverty". Various paintings are hung on the uneven cement wall. In the center is a long birch bark table with a large thick bark. Porcelain teapot, and a tall stack of thick porcelain bowls with blue edges.
Although the guests are immersed in this depressing and abject style, most people would rather choose disposable paper cups to drink tea. Those thick porcelain bowls with strong style are not touched by anyone.
The "men's group of 6" didn't have any mood to drink tea, and repeatedly entered and painted the paintings, which allowed them to develop sharp eyes. At this moment, these six pairs of eyes carefully and sharply scanned the paintings on the wall.
"Novice" Rowe has the least experience, but his eyes are the sharpest.
There are a lot of paintings in the room, which is actually mixed with a color lead painting. The immature brushstrokes outline a woman wearing a wedding dress. The words next to it read: Xiao Qinxian, 7-year-old painting, 2002 work.
"Is it priced at 600 yuan?" Wei Dong frowned and looked at it. "I paint at the age of 7 is much better than this."
A girl with a mushroom head beside her gave Wei Dong a cold look, and her stubborn chin turned away.
Wei Dong shrugged and followed his companions to the gathering place.
There were not many people in the entire studio, but six or seven people gathered in front of a picture and talked about it.
The painting is very big, almost one person tall, not like oil painting, more like gouache.
The color is very single, with only shades of red on the background of white paper, and the patterns are very abstract, with renderings and chaos, as well as messy lines.
"Is this a big pink leaf?" It was the former Mori girl who spoke.
"I feel like a cross-section of a building." A curly-haired young man analyzed.
No one in the "men's group of six" said anything, but everyone stopped here by appointment, as if a unified sixth sense was formed in the dark, spreading to this delineated category.
The cold mushroom head girl also spoke: "I feel like a internal organ."
It's really a bit like that.
"Juvenile girl" added: "It's probably a beating heart."
Weidong tilted his head and looked at the picture, and felt that these people were speaking too wickedly. The patterns on the picture were too abstract, and it was not unreasonable to say it was a cold rubber hot water bottle.
The painting reads the following label: "Cardinal beast," not for sale, Author: yu North.
Perhaps the words "not for sale" are very eye-catching, making the people around the painting even more lingering.
There were more people in the exhibition hall, and three or four elderly guests strolled in, dressed decently, looking like old artists.
The members of the group of 6 exchanged a slightly compassionate look, and even thought of persuading them to leave.
Fortunately, they only made a short stay and then went out again.
When a few people dressed up as students walked in again, Mu suddenly looked at the time, feeling that it took a long time for the painting to show everyone this time.
"What time is it?" Ke Xun asked beside him.
"Forty-seven minutes." Mu Yiran answered the question, but it was also relevant.
It has been 47 minutes since everyone entered this exhibition hall. The guests came in and out, changing wave after wave, but the room never entered the usual darkness.
The few people guarding the painting in front of them never moved. Rowe couldn't help pacing back and forth in the open space of the exhibition hall-although everyone was unwilling to enter the painting, the waiting was even more difficult.
Luo Wei counted, the number of people in the exhibition hall is currently 11, which is 2 short.
The rusty copper pointer of the log clock on the wall has pointed to ten o'clock in the night, and the door of the exhibition hall was pushed open again. This time, a man and a woman came in. The man was tall and burly. The facial features looked like mixed blood, and the woman wore long raunchy hair. Holding a big bouquet of flowers in his arms.
Lights went out.
Only the long-lost white light above the painting clearly reflects the irregular red composition of the painting, and the name on the label becomes more eye-catching: Scarlet Beast.
This piece resembles a leaf, an internal organ, or even a pattern of a cross-section of a building, as if suddenly there was an explanation-this is a beast-an irregular body, with no face and claws visible, a beast.
What will the world of the beast look like? Several old members who have experienced the'Animal World' do not want to recall too much.
After a period of suffocating darkness, what everyone saw was a world different from the past.
There is clearly a city in front of me, a gray and fashionable city with cold rain.
The men and women in the city walked on the road with black-red or transparent umbrellas, looking cold and well-dressed.
Thirteen people staying on the side of the road stood in the rain curtain at dusk. A light rain like a silver needle pierced his face lightly, as if to remind everyone that this was not a dream.
This is probably the most receptive team. After Qin Ciyan explained the "entry into the painting" concisely and concisely, some surprises flashed in the eyes of several newcomers, but they quickly accepted this magical fact.
"So, where are we going next." The curly-haired young man was speaking.
"There will be an NPC to pick us up. If you can't wait for that person, you can only try to find clues yourself." Qin Ci said.
"Let’s get acquainted," this time the woman holding flowers in the final hall was speaking. She twisted her messy long hair into a bun, pulled up a bohemian-style coarse cloth skirt, I didn't feel too cold, and then bowed to everyone: "I'm very sorry that an art exhibition has caused so much trouble to everyone. I am Su Benxin."
Su Benxin, the owner of "Benxin Art Museum".
Everyone looked at the attractive woman who was indistinguishable from her age, and nodded slightly, no one would blame her for the "disaster".
Su Benxin pointed to the mixed-race man next to him: "This is Lion," he said a little apologetically to Lion.
Lion smiled faintly: "Maybe this will be an interesting trip."
Even if you try to calm down, you will not be able to give a knowing smile. More people are looking at Mu Yiran. This "comer" seems the most convincing.
Mu Yiran briefly introduced himself, and several old members also briefly reported their names.
Several other new members said more and more. A man in police uniform appeared on the street: "Please show your credentials, please."
Just when several newcomers tried to get their IDs from their pockets, Mu Yiran smiled and said to the NPC: "Mr. Police Officer, we are new here."