Chapter 102 The Observatory
Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang shuttled through the art classroom, and Lin Yi was able to observe the graphic and text carvings on the inner wall of the art classroom up close.
This kind of graphic carving is actually very similar to the works carved by people in ancient times to record certain events or myths and legends. They use many non-Chinese pictographic symbols and some extremely abstract and freehand narrative techniques.
The four walls of the art classroom are covered with such reliefs. They do not look like they were made by the same person, but they may depict a fundamentally similar story system.
This kind of sculptures are integrated in the background of the central stage. Whether they are reliefs or sculptures, they are all extremely exaggerated.
The scene seemed like a battle, but it looked like the non-human side had the absolute advantage...
It was also like some kind of ancient pilgrimage ritual, with countless people holding weapons or scepters facing some kind of creature shrouded in clouds and mist.
But the part related to the creature was destroyed, and some strange runes were left on the remaining carvings, like the shape of feathers or scales, which may be related to the creature...
"Could the things recorded on this relief be related to the "Day of Destruction"?" Lin Yi's heart moved slightly, and he had a guess, but there was no way to prove it.
"The reliefs inside the art classroom are as old as the castle. Some teachers said that they may be older than the history of the castle. They were excavated from some ruins by the builders of the castle and moved here."
"There are also some theories that these reliefs were actually created based on textual descriptions from a document that recorded mysterious legends."
"They may be related to the legends of the Mayan civilization, or they may have something to do with Nordic mythology. Anyway, there are many interpretations."
"But no matter Which one they are, their origins may be traced back to the dark period when human civilization was born. "
"If you are interested, you can look through the bookcases to see if there are any related books, but it is best not to ask the teacher with questions."
"Huh? Why?" Mao Feiyang asked in confusion.
Mu Daxian shrugged: "There are two types of art teachers. One is to give you student commemorative coins to help you register. They are actually very nice people, and you can choose to believe them in most cases, but they don't like us to explore those myths and stories, and they never tell us anything related to those murals and reliefs."
"They always know something, but they refuse to tell us... They clearly let us go on an artistic journey, but they hide it and ask us to discover it ourselves."
"This teaching method can easily be like the twenty-eight palms for subduing the dragon in martial arts stories. It is passed down from generation to generation until only one slap is left."
“You’ve also seen another kind, that is, the art teacher who looked very wrong from the beginning. Some of them are people who have gone astray on their artistic journey, and have major problems with their understanding of themselves and the world. They talk about themselves all day long... Some are not human at all. Anyway, when you meet them, you will instinctively feel a sense of resistance.”
, the sound of the bell by the night watchman scares them away, otherwise they will discover your specialness like me."
"By that time, they will definitely pester you, and they will not give up until you become one of their kind."
"So when you are alone, you must be more careful. Of course you can act with us, but if you want to act with us, you must understand our rules in advance to avoid unpleasant troubles."
"That's it, do you have anything else to ask?" Mu Daxian stopped in an area near the central stage.
Mao Feiyang listened all the way, and his already buzzing mind became even more buzzing. He listened to almost everything Mu Daxian said, but digested very little. It felt like visiting a museum with a tour guide.
"You said too much, but I actually don't remember much." Mao Feiyang curled his lips frankly.
Mu Daxian said: "Normally, the journey of art is a process of reshaping one's self-perception. You only need to have a general understanding now. If you have any questions in the future, just ask me or other classmates."
"Of course, Mao Feiyang, do you want to come with us?" Mu Daxian pointed to the door leading to the observation deck and extended an invitation to Mao Feiyang, "Just go to the observation deck over there."
"Go." Mao Feiyang nodded. Mu Daxian said so much. This was the only thing that overlapped with the content mentioned in the art student code. Naturally, he would not refuse.
The three of them first went to the tool shelf to get the drawing board and drawing equipment, then carried these equipment into the inner passage of the art classroom and walked towards the observation deck.
Lin Yi rubbed his chin and looked thoughtfully at the backs of Mu Daxian and another art student.
Obviously, Mu Daxian's words contained a strong personal will, especially when he heard that Mao Feiyang was going to the cafeteria to eat, he unabashedly showed an extremely obvious resistance. It seemed that the art student code stipulated that he must go to the cafeteria once every 24 hours, which was a kind of torture for him.
After determining that he could not persuade Mao Feiyang, he stopped saying anything more, adjusted his mood, and then began to guide Mao Feiyang, trying to divide Mao Feiyang into their camp.
Although there is indeed something wrong with the weird art teacher, their art students are obviously not "ordinary" art students...
I still remember when Mu Daxian led the art students to "explode" with the weird art teacher and his group. Both sides made him feel a sense of discomfort, but compared to the strong malice of the weird art teacher, the malice on the part of the art students was significantly less.
hh This kind of malice is like when a person faces a wild beast, he can clearly feel the murderous intention from the beast, but this is not the case when facing some other beasts...
hh Therefore, he thinks that the words of the art student cannot be fully believed.
This is the same as when Xu Shunkang and Xie Huayang warned him not to think.
Whether it is Xu Shunkang, Xie Huayang or Mu Daxian, what they said was from their own standpoint and then they said it from the other person's standpoint.
For example, Xu Shunkang thought that he was just an ordinary experience student, and then gave one-size-fits-all advice like "Don't think about it." Even the head teacher said the same thing at the beginning, but what happened later?
When the class teacher realized that his inspiration was different from ordinary people, he was very afraid that he would really follow his own advice, and said the same thing as Tian Bufan, "People with high inspiration must think to ensure a safe state."
The same is obviously true for today's Mu Daxian. From the perspective of a senior art student, he gave Mao Feiyang, a person who seemed to have a high "art affinity", a suggestion on "what he thinks Mao Feiyang should do."
But such a suggestion seemed to go against the rules of art students, so much so that Lin Yi believed that Mu Daxian wanted to lure Mao Feiyang to become an art student like him.
But, can an art student like Mu Daxian... still be able to obtain the "shelter effect" mentioned in the art student code?
Lin Yi felt that it was impossible.
Thinking of this, he sweated for Mao Feiyang with great worry.
"Maozi has fallen into the dragon's den..."
He felt that the only people he could trust in the art building were himself and the code, and what was clearly mentioned in the code: [In class, the words of the art teacher are absolutely trustworthy. 】
If Tian Bufan’s game theory is used as a substitute, Lin Yi believes that Mao Feiyang’s start can definitely be called a hell difficulty + nightmare start.
Others start with a red buff or blue buff, while Mao Feiyang starts with an enemy crystal... he just has to go to the opposite side to send spring water.
But this is not the key. The key is that the pollution suffered by Mao Feiyang will be passed on to the remaining few of them.
"Maozi, Maozi... Tsk! We must work together with Mr. Tian as soon as possible to rescue Maozi from the art building!"
In this dream, Lin Yi had this idea more than once, and now this idea is getting stronger and stronger.
At this moment, a damp sea breeze blew through the passage, interrupting Lin Yi's thoughts and pulling him back.
He stared for a moment and found a dark sky at the end of the passage.
The wind on the other side of the observation deck seemed to be so strong that the light on the candlesticks in the passage was shaking.
Lin Yi discovered that the walls of the passage were also carved with some reliefs. The uneven areas on these reliefs showed some magical shadows under the candlelight. With the swaying of the candlelight, the reliefs and shadows constantly changed interactively, as if some kind of stop-motion animation was playing.
Lin Yi speculated that these murals may have something to do with the books on the bookcase, but he was just a "passer-by" and had no way to stop and watch.
He quickly walked out of the passage facing the sea breeze, and followed Mu Daxian and the art student to a platform with a wide view.
As his field of vision widened, Lin Yi first saw a dull and depressing sky.
Thick clouds covered the sky like fake ones, covering the whole world in darkness. It was obviously noon, but the surrounding scene was no different from night.
Beneath the clouds is an ocean with an invisible edge. The black tide is filled with a faint white gas, steam rising like boiling hot water. These steams gather between the sea and the sky, forming a terrifying fog.
This fog has enveloped almost the entire ocean, and the art building on the architectural cliff seems to be the only building in the world where this layer is located.
There is a sea in front of the art building, and a mountain outside the art building. Beyond the mountains and sea, there are only the sky, the ocean, and the boundless gray fog.
The world is too empty, to the point of being extremely false, even to the point of nothingness.
The art building seems to have been pulled out from somewhere by a supernatural force and then thrown here.
Lin Yi's ears were filled with the sound of the howling wind, which was also mixed with the sound of waves and the sound of waves washing against the rocks.
Suddenly, he noticed the shadow of some kind of building on the blue stone bricks in front of him. Because the stone bricks were darker in color, like green bricks with some moss on them, he didn't see anything at first.
At this time, he looked back and immediately saw a spire hidden in the darkness.
Gothic architecture often becomes the epitome of a certain era with its unique architectural style, which exudes a strong mysticism.
And this spire standing in the sea breeze and fog perfectly renders this mysterious atmosphere.
its sharp top seems to poke a hole in the sky, and the colorful glass windows on the spire seem to form some kind of religious pattern. The dim yellow light flows between the patterns, looking like a mysterious symbol.
The outline of a bell tower could be vaguely seen behind the spire. There seemed to be some shadows of ravens on the bell tower. However, Lin Yi, who had experienced almost a whole night of dreaming, had a vague feeling that the thing was not a raven, but some kind of strange sculpture.
On the brick wall made of blue-gray cloth not far from the spire, there are a large number of rough and twisted words graffitied with yellow paint:
【Welcome to the Art Building. 】
This familiar scene instantly brought Lin Yi back to the moment when he returned to the teaching building during the day!
"We're finally here!" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this the hallucination he had while looking at the moss when he returned to the teaching building after eating during the day? !
"The time point in the dream has caught up to this moment! So next, Maozi will set up a drawing board to sketch, and then have a cross-layer look at me at that time!"
Lin Yi instantly became excited. He had a strong sense of anticipation for the "vision" from Mao Feiyang's perspective. There might be some clues about the way between layers hidden in it!
He took a deep breath and focused his attention.
But unfortunately, after several searches, he finally found that there seemed to be no pendulum clock on the observation deck. In that case, wouldn't he be able to see the time?
Mao Feiyang also noticed this and couldn't help but ask: "Is there no clock here?"
Hearing this, Mu Daxian couldn't help but look at another art student. The other art student smiled and said: "The wind here is too strong. The sea breeze will interfere with the swing of the pendulum clock, affecting the vibration frequency of the pendulum, and thus affecting the accuracy of time."
“But you don’t have to worry about time. Although sketching is something that helps cultivate art, few people can stay on the observation deck for several hours.” !
PS: I have a cold... It was very difficult to write this chapter. If the weekend is difficult, I will take a day off and let everyone know in advance, but I will try to keep it updated. Orz for everyone in advance...
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