novelcrest Chapter 402 The woman in the painting
Chapter 402 The woman in the painting
Chapter 402 The woman in the painting
The fat man and the man obediently leaned against the wall, trying their best to listen with their ears.
"But you didn't tell the truth last time, did you?" Jiang Cheng's tone suddenly changed. He folded his arms around his chest and leaned against the back of the sofa. The aura he displayed made the woman's complexion slightly change.
"Police officer." Li Zumei hurriedly explained: "I don't understand what you mean. Although what I said before sounds weird, it's all true! Please believe me."
"Lin Chen's work is really problematic!"
Jiang Cheng pretended to record in his notebook, raised his head, and gave the woman a continuing look.
"Repeat what you said last time." Hua Luo looked into the woman's eyes very calmly, "We will compare it with the last record when we go back."
"Okay, okay." The woman casually took out a bottle of mineral water from under the table, unscrewed it, and gurgled down half of the bottle. It seemed that her mood had stabilized.
"Probably. Around mid-July, I received Lin Chen's manuscripts. They were all strange stories. Her paintings are really good." The woman seemed to be in a state, and couldn't help emphasizing: "I do this. It’s been 7 years, and it’s the first time a work scares me so much that I dare not walk home alone at night.”
"Remember what weird stories they were all about?"
"Remember." The woman nodded, "Hunchbacked people, wigs, shadows that can't be seen directly, gaps, nails in the drawer." She counted her fingers and counted them one by one.
"Although these are also very good, they are not enough to scare me. It is the last one that scares me." The woman rolled her throat and said.
"What is it?" Hua Luo couldn't help asking.
"It's her own story." When the woman said this, her expression became strange, with fear, but more doubts. After a while, she continued: "I don't know how to describe it to you. Anyway, you .You can see it by looking at it.”
"where is it?"
As soon as Hua Luo finished speaking, Jiang Cheng noticed a 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 suspiciously.
"Heh." Jiang Cheng chuckled, drew the woman's attention back, and stared at her with strange eyes, "Didn't you leave a backup? After all, it's 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 the latter's eyes, "It's not good for you to keep those things, we're doing it for your own good, otherwise we wouldn't be here today."
"I'm sorry, I'll bring it to you right away." After admitting her mistake, the woman immediately ran to a few bookshelves on the other side, tossed 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, and the woman took out some paper from the brown paper bag.
It is quite thick in the hand.
"It's all here."
The inside is the same as what Liu Guo showed, but the woman's copy is obviously a copy. After browsing briefly, Jiang Cheng picked up the last strange story.
He didn't open it right away, but took a deep breath.
Unlike other ghost stories, this ghost story has no name.
The woman explained that she didn't have a name when she came here, but she gave it a name called Origin.
"Origin?" Guan Yuanning, who was standing behind Jiang Cheng, looked at the woman, frowning slightly. The name gave her a bad feeling.
To be precise, anxiety.
Flipping through this first draft, page by page, Jiang Cheng quickly understood why women called it Origin.
Because this is not a weird story, it tells the story of a young woman.
The time span of the story is very large. The first one is even two years ago, when the woman just came to 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 painter's pen, the man is the best person in the world. He took the woman to the playground, prepared candlelight dinner for her on her birthday, and stayed by her side when she was sick. The men described are meticulous, and the men and women described are happy and warm.
At this stage, the woman described by the painter is happy.
But soon, the painting style slowly changed, and the narrative perspective also became weird. The original sunlight disappeared, and most of the background turned into night or rainy days.
The tone of the whole picture is also permeated with a gloomy color.
The man began to become more and more impatient, and treated women very perfunctorily, returning home later and later, and even staying out at night.
A woman becomes herself most of the time.
Against the background of a lonely city, the painter cleverly uses the thick and thick changes of colors to shrink the figure of a woman into a corner of the city.
Later, images of men drinking heavily and beating and scolding women began to appear. It can be seen that women have made up their minds to leave countless times, but the men have used various means to keep them back.
The man in the painting understands women very well, knows that she is soft-hearted, and knows that deep down in her heart, she actually loves him.
So he became more indulgent, and more unsightly scenes appeared in the picture, and the woman seemed to have given up.
The young woman in the painting puts all her energy into the 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 sunset to sunrise.
Her painting skills are becoming more and more proficient, but what is faintly shocking is that her brushstrokes are getting sharper and her composition is 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 desperation suppressed in the woman's heart.
until another man shows up.
At the beginning, the depiction 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 seldom speaks, and his movements are simple, more time, he just silently accompany the woman.
And women are not indifferent to him.
But as time goes by, the relationship between the two is getting closer and closer. The man will squat down very gentlemanly and arrange the skirt for her. When she is sick and unhappy, he will silently accompany her by the bed and feed her water thoughtfully. , Peel fruit for the woman with a knife.
The original man no longer appears in the picture, and it has almost become a daily routine between a woman and this man.
At this time, Jiang Cheng and the others had noticed the strangeness. The woman in the painting was undoubtedly Lin Chen himself, 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 that Weng Qing said appeared in room 808.
But the strange thing is that the background of the painting is all in Lin Chen's room, so how did they get along so long that Li Maoshen never found out?
Moreover, 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, which was drawn by Lin Chen. It was relatively delicate, and it was obviously done on purpose.
The man disappeared, leaving only the woman alone.
In the next and last painting, the woman sat quietly in front of the easel, but the man still did not appear.
But what puzzled Jiang Cheng even more was that the style of this painting had also changed. It seemed that Lin Chen was in extreme fear when he painted this painting.
Li Zumei, who was sitting across from her, changed her face. She stretched out her finger and pointed at the last painting tremblingly, "You guys, look there."
The position of her finger was the position of the easel in the painting, and the woman in the painting was also painting, but when she saw the painting clearly, Jiang Cheng's pupils suddenly constricted.
This picture-in-picture is exactly the same as the previous framed picture.
No.
It is basically the same one!
It's just zooming out.
The last painting is not only Lin Chen's painting, but also Lin Chen's painting of the woman in the painting.
Jiang Cheng immediately figured out what was going on. It turned out that the man who appeared was just the imagination of the woman in the painting, or a vision.
It was a kind of psychological dependence that grew in her heart after she despaired of reality. She imagined an almost perfect man as a substitute for that man in reality.
And all the paintings about this man are the women in Lin Chen's paintings, more precisely, they are imagined by Lin Chen's metaphorical self. There is no such person in reality!
And the last one is realistic. This is what Lin Chen recorded, his true state.
She was the only one in the room, and that man only existed in her paintings.
A finger stretched out, pointing to the corner of the last painting, which looked like a mirror. Lin Chen's painting was very realistic, and he also drew the reflection of the mirror.
In the mirror, behind Lin Chen in front of the easel, stood a man in a dark windbreaker. The man was holding Lin Chen's wrist and drawing on the drawing paper.
In the painting, only Lin Chen is alone, holding a paintbrush.
"That man came out of the painting." Li Zumei said tremblingly.
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