Chapter 102 The Observation Tower
Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang shuttled through the art classroom, so Lin Yi was able to observe the pictures 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. It uses 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 don’t look like they were made by the same person, but they may depict a fundamentally similar story system.
This kind of sculpture work is integrated in the background of the central stage. Whether it is a relief or a sculpture, it is 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 ceremony, with countless people holding weapons or scepters. , facing some kind of creature lingering in the clouds.
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 that '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 there. Come 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 It has something to do with Nordic mythology, and there are many interpretations anyway."
"But no matter what it is, their origins may be traced back to the dark period when human civilization was born."
" If you are interested, you can look through the bookcase to see if there are any relevant books, but it is best not to ask the teacher with questions."
"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. You can choose to trust them in most cases, but they don't like it. When we explore those myths and stories, 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 take the path of art. The journey is hidden and tucked away, and we have to discover it ourselves.”
“This teaching method is easily like the Twenty-Eight Palms of the Dragon in martial arts stories. It is passed on and passed on until the end. I received a slap from Jianglong.”
“You have also seen the other kind of art teacher who looked very wrong at the beginning. Some of them are people who have gone astray in their artistic journey. , there is a big problem in the understanding of oneself or the world, and they are nagging all day long... Some of them are not human at all. Anyway, when you encounter them, you will instinctively feel a sense of resistance. "
“Although they will not regard ordinary art students like you as a target of exclusion, I think you are a special case.”
"You are lucky. When you come here, it happens to be the anniversary of the 'Doomsday'. The bells rung by the night watchman scare them away, otherwise they will discover your specialness like me."
“When that time comes, they will definitely pester you, and they won’t give up until you become one of their kind.”
“So when you are alone, you must Be 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 causing unpleasant troubles. "
Mu Daxian gushed. With that said, he led Mao Feiyang around the huge art classroom like a tour guide, and it was 12:40 in the blink of an eye.
"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 something you don't understand in the future, just ask me or other classmates. "
Just as he was talking, an art student walked over not far away and said hello to Mu Daxian: "Old Mu, do you want to go sketching?"
"Of course. Mao Feiyang, do you want to come with us?" Mu Daxian pointed to the door leading to the observation deck and invited Mao Feiyang, "Go to the observation deck over there."
"Go." Mao Feiyang nodded. Mu Daxian had said so much. This was the only thing that overlapped with what was 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 unabashedly showed an extremely obvious resistance after he heard that Mao Feiyang was going to the cafeteria for dinner. Emotionally, it seems that the art student code stipulates that he must go to the cafeteria once every 24 hours, which is a kind of torture for him.
After confirming that he could not persuade Mao Feiyang, he stopped saying anything more, adjusted his emotions, and then began to guide Mao Feiyang, trying to divide Mao Feiyang into their camp.
Although there is indeed something wrong with those weird art teachers, their art students are obviously not "ordinary" art students...
I still remember that Mu Daxian took the art students and weird art before When the teacher and his group "exploded" and competed with each other, 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 student was significantly less.
This kind of malice is like when a person faces a beast, he can clearly feel the murderous intention from the beast, but this is not the case when facing some other beasts...
Therefore, he believes that the words of art students cannot be fully trusted.
This is the same as when Xu Shunkang and Xie Huayang warned him not to think.
Whether it was Xu Shunkang, Xie Huayang or Mu Daxian, what they said was all 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 him 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 that he agreed with Tian Bufan, "People with high inspiration must think to ensure a safe state." ” Such words.
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", "He thinks Mao Feiyang What should be done” suggestions.
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. However, can an art student like Mu Daxian... still be able to obtain the "protective 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 and the tiger'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 credible. 】
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 a blue buff, while Mao Feiyang starts with the enemy crystal... He just needs to go to the opposite side to deliver 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. It is true that one will be prosperous and one will suffer.
"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 seen such a situation more than once I have an idea, 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 firelight on the candlesticks in the passage was shaking.
The walls of Lin Yi’s discovery passage are also carved with some reliefs. The uneven areas on these reliefs show some magical shadows under the candlelight. With the swaying of the candlelight, the reliefs and shadows constantly change. It was as if some kind of stop-motion animation was playing.
Lin Yi speculated that these murals might 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.
Below the clouds is an ocean with an invisible edge. The black tide is filled with a faint white air, and steam is rising like boiling hot water. These steams gather in the sea and sky. In between, a terrifying mist formed.
This fog enveloped almost the entire ocean, and the art building on the architectural cliff seemed to be the only building in the world where this layer was located.
There is a sea in front of the art building, and there is a mountain outside the art building. Beyond the mountains and sea, there is only the sky, the ocean, and the boundless gray fog.
This world is too empty, to the point of being extremely false and even void.
The Art Building seems to have been pulled out from somewhere by a supernatural force and then thrown here.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Lin Yi's ears were filled with the sound of howling wind, which was also mixed with the sound of waves and the sound of waves washing on the rocks. sound.
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, revealing a strong color of 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. 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 figure. symbol.
The outline of a bell tower could be vaguely seen behind the minaret. There seemed to be some shadows of ravens on the bell tower. However, Lin Yi, who had experienced this dream state for almost a whole night, had a vague feeling that the thing was not a raven, but something. A strange sculpture.
On the brick wall made of blue-grey cloth not far from the minaret, there are a large number of rough and twisted words graffitied with yellow paint:
[Welcome to 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. Isn'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, Mao Zi will set up a drawing board to sketch, and then have a cross-layer look at me at that time!"
Lin Yi was instantly excited. When he got up, he had a strong sense of expectation for the "vision" from Mao Feiyang's perspective. There might be some clues about the way to and from the 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 asking: "Is there no clock here?"
Hearing this, Mu Daxian couldn't help but look at each other with 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 and affect the vibration frequency of the pendulum. , which in turn affects 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 a few hours. hours.”
Thanks to book friend “Ling Xinxi Oh” for the reward! !
PS: I have a cold... It is very difficult to write this chapter. If it is difficult on the weekend, I will take a day off and let everyone know in advance, but I will try my best to keep it updated. Orz for everyone in advance...
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