Chapter 502 A nameless painting is a faceless crime (ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)
This eyeball - in fact, if you look at it from the perspective of the person in the painting, there is no way to identify the traces of its existence as an eyeball.
Because it is too huge, beyond the range that the sinker's sight can cover.
From the perspective of the sinking person in the painting, the eyeball was infinitely magnified. Lin Yi also moved closer to the painting, and then he seemed to see the texture in the eyeball clearly.
The pattern of the iris in the eyeball seems to have been replaced by the teeth marks of some kind of gear, full of an indescribable sense of order. But beyond the teeth marks, the original order begins to collapse again, and spreads to the pupils, and finally merges into the dark tide...
The brushstrokes of Painter No. 3 are very realistic, but the realism is taken to the extreme, but it also reveals a sense of collapse and fragmentation that is completely inconsistent with reality. The extremely limited light and shadow are intertwined in the lower left corner of the painting to form the title of this painting -
It is a string of twisted words, scrawled with madness, like the words carved into the flesh and blood of a painful person holding a dagger.
The moment Lin Yi saw those words, a low, extremely restrained, trembling voice slowly reached his ears...
【I... saw... you! ! 】
At the same time, Lin Yi suddenly felt like the world was spinning. He seemed to have lost his sense of gravity and fell into the painting.
“Huh…huh…”
The endless wind carried the gray fog and slapped it on Lin Yi's face bit by bit. The sparse water vapor was like breaking waves. Lin Yi felt dizzy in his mind. In a daze, he seemed to see a dark world that was contrary to common sense through the fog.
A huge whirlpool appeared in the dark ocean. The thick waves seemed to be stirred up by invisible hands. Substantial water vapor floated on the sea, like yellow sand.
At the center of the whirlpool, there was a dark realm, and in that realm, a pair of eyes slowly opened...
Lin Yi's mind, which was weightless, had no way of distinguishing whether the pair of eyes was in the depths of the black ocean, or... above the black sky.
The ocean reflects the sky, and the sky reflects the ocean. The dark water vapor makes it difficult to tell whether it is fog or clouds...
Lin Yi was startled for a moment. He was weightless and suddenly hovered in the entire world at a certain moment.
He suddenly discovered that what he faced was not only the vortex below, but also... the other side.
The sky? No, the sea! No! Sky? !
He couldn't tell the difference, he really couldn't tell the difference.
But the only thing he could observe was that when he was weightless and his figure uncontrollably rotated to the angle perpendicular to the sea and the sky, that spectacular and terrifying picture appeared in front of him again.
One side is the whirlpool in the ocean, and the other side is the whirlpool in the sky. In one vortex is the pair of eyes, and in the other vortex is the black sun.
When he stood across here, the hazy boundary between the sea and the sky was like a bridge of nose, and the two black whirlpools arranged almost symmetrically in the world were more like two eyes on a face at this moment...
The whole world was like the outline of a huge, illusory face, and the low, trembling sound was also like a miao rumble falling from outside the world.
The two whirlpools in the sky and the ocean opened their eyes at a certain moment.
"I... saw... you!!"
"Boom——"
Lin Yiru was struck by lightning. Infinite terror instantly covered him like an electric current. He didn't know what he was facing.
Beyond that world, there seems to be a pair of eyes overlooking the world.
Is that... "God"? !
No, if there is a so-called "god" in the world, then it must be the "source" deep in the black sea, and even the "angels" are just his vassals.
Could those two whirlpools be the gaze from the "source"?
The ocean is reflected into the sky, and even the sun is extinguished because of it? !
The sun has gone out, how long can the embers burn?
Could it be that the black sun and the whirlpool of the deep sea are the exterior and interior of each other, a pair of "source eyes"? !
ifies in the mist by the eye of the storm formed by two vortices, and the terrifying scene is like the end of the world.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yi was suspended here and did not get lost.
It seems that in the face of such an "absolute" existence, even getting lost becomes a luxury.
In other words...he has actually been lost for a long time! Everything he saw was just overwritten by his cognition to maintain his survival... some kind of false reality?
At this moment, a low whisper suddenly sounded in his ears...
【srgende...】
Lin Yi was startled for a moment, and his thoughts quickly came back, and he felt that he seemed to hear something...
It was wrong.
As a high-quality listener in the Forest of Steles of the Dead, he felt that out of rigorous considerations, it was necessary to remove "seems".
He must have heard some sound, like it was coming from... the whirlpool of the storm?
A whisper from the abyss?
sheet sheet ô The sound appears again, as if it is a rumbling storm.
At first he thought it was just the collision sound caused by the black waves pushing against each other in the storm. It was not until he discovered that the deep vortex seemed to be changing speed irregularly that he realized that the storm vortex did not really seem to be what he perceived...
But he did not dare to extend his perception.
I don’t dare at all.
【Min…… skygge……】
【Sorg……】
The intermittent sounds appeared again, and a whimpering sound suddenly appeared in the storm. The whimpers seemed to be mixed with some whispers like torn silk... He shook his head gently, trying to correct his consciousness, but the whispers were stubbornly stuck to his eardrums like spider threads.
【Uopp……rettelig……】
那些音节像沾满冰碴的蛛丝，从发梢钻进颅骨内侧，在脑中的沟壑、褶皱层里结出带着细刺的网……
"Hmm...!"
Lin Yi felt a little harsh - after the soft voice penetrated into his ears, it was like a tiny needle poking around in his brain, making him feel as if his brain was turning to mush.
He covered his ears, but a warm feeling immediately appeared in his ear canals, as if some liquid was flowing from his brain. At the same time, he heard the trembling sound of nails scraping against the glass in his skull.
Damn it!
Damn it!
The source of the sound seemed to have penetrated into my head!
logue ˈ ˈ The storm swirls endlessly , and the low and distant call sounds like the laughter of a clown .
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"I see you", this is not the name of the painting, but the sneer that penetrates the dimension, the echo from the depths of the painting!
"It's time to go, I have to get out of here!"
But the evil voice that drilled into his ear canal nailed him here like an anchor!
Wait...ears? !
I was admiring the paintings in the bookshelf area, but my consciousness was wandering, where did my ears come from?
It’s time to go!
It’s time to go!
Lin Yi murmured in his heart, but the laughter echoing in his ears kept invading his soul. In the depths of the storm vortex, in the eye-like abyss, those gear-like pupils, like some kind of ultra-precise regular machinery, formed a strong contrast with the entire collapsed and hazy world...
But no call could keep him here. He was leaving, he was destined to leave!
The feeling of weightlessness came again, so his consciousness fell uncontrollably towards the center of the storm vortex, but it was this feeling of falling that made him smile at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s time to wake up from the dream...”
He kept falling, and thin clouds kept passing by him. What was strange was that the closer he got to the black sea, the blurr his vision became. And when he was about to fall into the storm and be swallowed by the whirlpool, his eyes Suddenly it was obscured by thick clouds... "Boom——"
His vision was suddenly pulled out. The clouds had dissipated without a trace, and only the painting was left in front of him.
In the lower left corner of the painting, the crooked characters that originally existed are completely gone when you look at them now, replaced by some even weirder brushstrokes.
However, these strokes could not be seen as lines of "text" at all. When he saw it, the strange call came to his mind - "I see you".
"Is this the name of the painting?"
Lin Yi had an idea in his mind. Compared to the name of the painting, this sentence was more like the horror in the painting through the nameless object, and the words on the canvas borrowed from the brushstrokes of Painter No. 3.
Lin Yi took a deep breath and searched for the painting, but could not see the name of the painting, so he tentatively referred to the painting as "the nameless painting".
He continued to flip through the album, and scrawled or realistic paintings flashed in front of him one after another. There were very few that could bring him a sense of terror and dreaming...
In these paintings, he saw a large number of elements filled with faceless dolls, black seas, and upside-down worlds. He could feel the changes in Painter No. 3's state of mind, and felt the indescribable process of Painter No. 3's sanity being constantly eroded, and finally sinking into the horror of losing himself. As he continued to look back, Painter No. 3's works became more and more crazy, and the crazy brushstrokes became more and more out of touch with human logic, until the lines completely lost their sense of human logic...
Until the last page of the painting, what is presented is an extremely chaotic picture, with messy and disordered lines filling the entire picture, and the rough brushwork does not know what it is depicting. The whole painting is like the work of an immature Impressionist apprentice.
But putting it together with the entire painting, there seems to be no problem.
He turned over the last page. When the painting was completed, there was a message from artist No. 3 on the last page.
Old age and death...life, illness and death are the last blessings I can leave to you."
"——"Sinner, Faceless Man, Painter No. 3""
This last page of text is still handwritten, but the strokes are clear and neat, completely different from the madness of Painter No. 3's painting at the last moment.
Lin Yi couldn't help but frown, feeling that there seemed to be some details that he hadn't noticed.
Just when he was about to close the book, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly understood that the painting and the text were recorded separately!
As Painter No. 3 said, this album of paintings was finally collected and bound into a volume by someone else in the watch, not by him.
So these words were actually written down by Painter No. 3 from the very beginning.
Painter No. 3 was afraid that his painting would be seen by others and bring weirdness and misfortune to others, even to the "collectors", so he wrote it all at the beginning, but the collectors separated it when they were binding it.
"Sinner!"
"He calls himself a sinner!"
h "He knew that all this was bound to happen!"
h "It seems that leaving behind works is the purpose of Painter No. 3's existence. Some things do not have effects only because of existing causes, but because they need the effect, so they set that cause!"
h " The result is the cause!"
"The existence of Painter No. 3 is the cause!"
"What message did he leave here?"
Lin Yi's heart suddenly felt a strong desire to explore, and he opened the album again, trying to find the answer again.
However, when he opened the book "The Faceless Crime", he found that most of the paintings in it had disappeared. Those paintings that he had browsed disappeared as if they were one-off.
An uneasy and strange feeling invaded his arms along the hands holding the book, and poured into his body, sending chills down his spine.
He quickly flipped through the pages of "The Faceless Sin", looking for the paintings that had not disappeared.
However, it seems that all the paintings have disappeared!
He suddenly thought of something and quickly turned to the last page.
· As expected, that messy painting has not completely disappeared. According to the chronological order of browsing, this is indeed the last painting to disappear.
Until this moment he discovered that these paintings did not disappear directly, but slowly lost their color like fading, and this last painting faded and disappeared bit by bit in front of him.
His expression was extremely serious. The most important thing was that he knew what the secret was.
However, just when he was a little disappointed, as those tones disappeared, at a certain moment the chaotic colors seemed to freeze for a brief moment, and the residual phantom of a certain figure appeared.
The picture at that moment was of a somewhat lazy figure, who looked like he was wearing a hoodie...
Why did he look a bit like...the way he dressed up on the day he entered school? !
Fucked cap...?
The outline of the painting looks a bit like...
Ryoko? !
(End of this chapter)