Chapter 402 The Woman in the Painting
The fat man and the man lay obediently on the wall, trying their best to listen with their ears.
"But you didn't tell the truth last time, didn't you?" Jiang Cheng's tone suddenly changed. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the back of the sofa. The aura he displayed made the woman's face change slightly.
"Officer." Li Zumei hurriedly explained: "I don't understand what you mean. Although what I said before sounds weird, it is true! Please believe me."< br>
“There is really something wrong with Lin Chen’s works!”
Jiang Cheng pretended to record it in his notebook, raised his head, and gave the woman a continuing look.
"Repeat what you said last time." Hualuo looked into the woman's eyes very calmly, "We will compare it with the last transcript when we get back."
" Okay, okay." The woman casually took out a bottle of mineral water from under the table, unscrewed it, and drank half of the bottle. She seemed to be in a more stable mood.
"Probably. Around mid-July, I received submissions from Lin Chen. They were all ghost stories. Her paintings were really good." The woman seemed to be in a state of mind and couldn't help but emphasize. Said: "I have been in this business for 10 years, and this is the first time that a work has scared me so much that I dare not walk home alone at night."
"Do you still remember all the weird stories?"< br>
"Remember." The woman nodded, "The hunchback, the wig, the shadow that cannot be seen directly, the gap, the nails in the drawer." She counted her fingers, one by one.
"Although these are very good, they don't scare me. It's the last one that scares me." The woman said with her throat rolling.
"What is it?" Hua Luo couldn't help but ask.
"It's her own story." When the woman said this, her expression became strange, with fear, but more of confusion. After a while, she continued: "I don't know how to deal with it either. You describe it, in short, you will know it just by looking at it.”
“Where is it?”
As soon as Hua Luo finished speaking, Jiang Cheng noticed the change in the eyes of the woman in front of him, "Didn't the original manuscript be taken away by your people?" the woman asked doubtfully.
"Ha." Jiang Cheng chuckled, regained the woman's attention, and stared at her with a strange look, "Didn't you leave a backup? After all, it is such a wonderful story."
This time it was the woman's turn to look unnatural.
Jiang Cheng leaned forward, very close to the woman, staring into her eyes, "It's not good for you to keep those things. We are doing it for your own good, otherwise we wouldn't come today."< br>
"I'm sorry, I'll bring it to you right away." After admitting her mistake, the woman immediately ran to several bookshelves on the other side, fiddled with it for a while, and then took out a black plastic bag.
Opening it in front of Jiang Cheng, there was a brown paper bag inside. The woman took out some paper from the brown paper bag.
Pinched in hand, it is quite thick.
"It's all here."
The inside was the same as what Liu Guo showed, but the woman's copy was obviously a copy. After briefly browsing, Jiang Cheng picked up the last ghost story.
He did not open it immediately, but took a deep breath.
Unlike other ghost stories, this one has no name.
The woman’s explanation was that she didn’t have a name when she came, but she gave her a name, Origin.
“Origin?” Wan Yuan Ning, who was standing behind Jiang Cheng, looked at the woman and frowned slightly. This name gave her a very bad feeling.
To be precise, it is uneasiness.
Opening this first draft and reading it page by page, Jiang Cheng quickly understood why the woman called it Origin.
Because this is not some weird story, it tells the story of a young woman.
The time span of the story is very long. The first picture was even two years ago, when the woman had just arrived in this strange city.
It can be seen that the painter's brushwork was still very immature at that time.
Then the woman met a man who was very kind to her. In the artist's words, the man was the best person in the world. He took the woman to the amusement park and prepared a candlelight dinner for her on her birthday. The man who stayed with her when she was sick was considerate, and the men and women in the novel were happy and warm.
At this stage, the woman painted by the painter is happy.
But soon, the style of painting gradually changed, and the perspective of the narrative became weird. The original sunlight disappeared, and most of the background turned into a dark night or a rainy day.
The tone of the entire picture is also filled with a dark color.
The man began to become more and more impatient, and treated women very perfunctorily. He came home later and later, and even stayed away at night.
Women become alone most of the time.
In the lonely urban background, the painter skillfully used the rich changes in color to create a solitary figure of the woman, huddled in the corner of the city.
Later, scenes of men drinking heavily and beating and scolding women began to appear. It was obvious that women had made up their minds to leave countless times, but the men had used various means to retain them.
The man in the painting understands the woman very well, he knows that she is soft-hearted, and he also knows that deep down in her heart, she actually loves him.
So he became more and more indulgent, and more unsightly scenes appeared in the picture, but the woman seemed to have given up.
The young woman in the painting devotes all her energy to her work. There is a huge easel in the room. She can sit in front of the easel and paint all day long, from day to night, from dusk to sun. out.
Her painting skills are becoming more and more proficient, but what is slightly shocking is that her brushstrokes are getting sharper and her compositions are getting bolder.
The sharp brush is like a knife, cutting the life of the woman in the painting into pieces.
Across the screen, one can feel the suppressed despair in the woman's heart.
Until another man appears.
At first, the description of this man was very careless, and the composition was very simple, as if he appeared out of thin air.
This man is different from the man who appeared at the beginning. He rarely speaks and his movements are simple. He spends more time just accompanying the woman silently.
And women are not indifferent to him either.
But as time goes by, the relationship between the two becomes more and more intimate. The man will squat down like a gentleman and straighten her skirt. He will also silently accompany her by the bedside when she is sick and unhappy. She gave the woman water thoughtfully and peeled the fruit for the woman with a knife.
There is no longer a man in the picture at the beginning, it has almost become a woman's daily life with this man.
At this time Jiang Cheng and others had already noticed the strangeness. The woman in the painting was undoubtedly Lin Chen herself, and the first man who appeared should be Li Maoshen.
Now their focus is on this second man.
I'm afraid he is the man who appeared in room 808 as Weng Qing said.
What’s weird is that the background in the painting is all in Lin Chen’s room. So how did they manage to be together for so long and never be discovered by Li Maoshen?
And Jiang Cheng frowned. Seeing this, he clearly felt that the characters in the painting were gradually shrinking, although it was not obvious.
Soon, he turned to the last few pages.
At this time, a frame appeared on the edge of the painting. It was drawn by Lin Chen. It was relatively detailed and was obviously intentional.
The man disappeared and the woman was left alone.
The next and last painting shows the woman sitting quietly in front of the easel, and the man still has not appeared.
What makes Jiang Cheng even more confused is that the style of this painting has also changed. It seems that Lin Chen was in extreme fear when he painted this painting.
Li Zumei’s expression changed as she sat across from her. She stretched out her finger and pointed tremblingly at the last painting, “Look there.”
The position of her finger was The woman in the painting was also painting at the easel position, but when he saw the painting clearly, Jiang Cheng's pupils suddenly narrowed.
This picture-within-a-picture is exactly the same as the previous framed picture.
No.
It’s basically the same picture!
It's just zooming out.
The last painting is not only a painting by Lin Chen, but also a painting of the woman in Lin Chen's painting.
Jiang Cheng immediately figured out the whole story. It turned out that the man who appeared was just the imagination of the woman in the painting, or a vision.
It is a kind of psychological dependence that developed in her heart after she despaired of reality. She imagined an almost perfect man as a substitute for the man in reality.
And all the paintings about this man are the women in Lin Chen's paintings. To be more precise, they are imagined by Lin Chen's metaphorical self. This person does not exist in reality!
The last one is realistic. This is what Lin Chen recorded, his true state.
She was the only one in the room, and the man only existed in the paintings she painted.
A finger stretched out and pointed at the corner of the last painting, where there seemed to be a mirror. Lin Chen's painting was very realistic, and the reflection of the mirror was also painted.
In the mirror, behind Lin Chen in front of the easel, stood a man in a dark trench coat. The man held Lin Chen's wrist and painted on the paper.
In the painting, there is only Lin Chen, holding a paintbrush.
“The man came out of the painting.” Zu Mei said tremblingly.
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