Soul Painter

"It's not normal."

Gao Fan pondered.

In front of his eyes, Mayor Eddie Lowell, who was ridiculed by the newspapers for a whole month at the selection meeting held by Ms. JK a year ago because he turned around because of fear, was under the lens of the reporter. , passed "Falsehood", "Infatuation", "Indifference", and "Rage" without changing his face...

The theme painting of "Mask" created by Gao Fan is like Yan Liangwen Chou who was cut off from the horse when he passed five levels and killed six generals, but the "Guan Yu" in front of him is the mayor of Bostno and Eddie whose approval rating is shaky Mr Lowell.

There were not many people who accompanied the mayor into the art exhibition, only four people and one cat. Among them, the reporter had already visited the art exhibition from beginning to end—he entered four times and cried five times, and Mrs. Gardner, Gardner Mrs. Na did not know how many times she shed tears for this art exhibition, as well as Gao Fan, Anna and God.

While taking pictures of the mayor visiting the art exhibition, the reporter showed a look of admiration. He also thought the mayor was an idiot, but he didn't expect to have such courage and quality, to be able to remain calm in the art exhibition that questioned the soul, and Discuss technical issues with the artist himself.

"I saw the shadow of Monet." In front of "Crazy", the mayor stopped for a long time, and he said: "And this is a self-portrait. I see your deep insight into human nature. You must face it at this moment." Desperate, and then you created a great work that is bright, incredible, and famous enough to last forever."

After Anna translated, Gao Fan felt that something was wrong.

Ana Armas, as a talented painter with "distortion" skills and even connected with Gao Fan's soul, it is not surprising that "Madness" is a self-portrait and Gao Fan's struggle in despair at a glance. Mr. Mayor, has such a high artistic quality? This is against common sense.

Meow~ God whispered softly in Gao Fan's ear.

"You also feel that something is wrong, right?" Gao Fan said softly.

He watched the mayor walk up to the fifteenth painting of "Despair", with the same expression of scrutinizing it carefully. After a few minutes, he told Gao Fan his evaluation of this painting. To be honest, it seemed like he was reciting a manuscript , and the rhythm of speaking is also very slow, and the previous comments are also the same. Gao Fan's survey of nearly 60 points at the moment can easily distinguish this point.

It doesn't matter.

As long as the soul can stand the test of the "Mask" painting, Gao Fan will respect him as a man no matter whether he has artistic accomplishment or memorizes manuscripts.

But...it would be disgusting if his solo exhibition was used as a tool for political propaganda, or even as a bargaining chip.

Gao Fan noticed that the mayor's eyes were blood red, and his smile was a little stiff. The curvature of the smile on the corner of his mouth, like a weight hanging on each side of his mouth, could not be enjoyed to the fullest. If Gao Fan guessed right, turn over Open the sleeve of Mr. Mayor, you should be able to see the eye of the injection needle.

The mayor in front of him should have been injected with nerve inhibitors.

It is the kind of inhibitor used on mental patients, which achieves a calming effect by suppressing the activity of the brain nerves.

Can the influence of demonic paintings be counteracted by injecting psychotropic drugs?

If so.

Mr. Mayor did an interesting experiment for Gao Fan.

"Dear GAO, thank you for blowing the wind of the times that touches the soul of the world's art. I believe that the real modern painting art will rise from Bostno. Our era should be proud of having a great painter like you! "Mr. Mayor finally shook hands with Gao Fan.

The reporter took pictures with a 'click click'.

The mayor immediately turned around and wanted to leave the exhibition. Although there was still a sixteenth painting, that painting was not harmful. Everyone knew that the mayor had passed this test, and tomorrow's newspaper page must have Putting headlines like 'The Mayor of Saints' could be a winning weapon in these increasingly tense election days.

Citizens will think that although our mayor has little ability, his quality is still trustworthy, so they vote for him.

"Wait." Gao Fan said suddenly.

Anna not only translated truthfully, but also took a step forward and grabbed the mayor's clothes.

"Is there anything else?" A little impatience appeared on the mayor's expression.

"Mr. Mayor, as the first audience to fully appreciate the "Mask" painting exhibition, I will reveal to you the real splendor of this painting exhibition." Gao Fan said politely.

In Anna's eyes, Gao Fan at this moment is like a demon, but when he talks and laughs unscrupulously and makes some childish movements, he looks like a god.

"Oh?" The mayor looked around suspiciously, "Didn't we see everything just now? You still have the seventeenth painting hidden?"

"It can also be said the same way, because the seventeenth painting is all of them..." Gao Fan said as he went to the wall at the exit and pressed a hidden button.

It's a mechanical device.

The button is pressed and the device starts.

First of all, the partition walls between the sixteen paintings were all moved. They were moved back by half a meter. All the theme paintings of "Mask" were moved up by about one meter along the established track. Now, these portraits are Like hanging half on the ceiling, the whole hangs in front of everyone.

And everyone can clearly see the whole picture of them put together.

It is their first feeling.

alive.

All of the Mask themed paintings come alive.

One by one, the masks began to swim wantonly. In the eyes of the audience, they seemed to be soaring birds, soaring up and up, followed by an ancient black tree, sprouting branches, taking root and bearing fruit, and its low-hanging The branches are connected to these masks one by one.

Like migratory birds returning to the flock, the masks entered the thick leaf canopy of the black tree. At the same time, they began to sway and strike left and right. Those in "Illusion" let out low-pitched cries, those in "Rage" raised eyebrows, and those in "Indifference" responded indifferently. , "Blind" people look left and right... Fifteen masks are like fifteen demons, savagely attacking everyone's senses.

This scene was like magic.

For a split second the audience doesn't know where they are.

This time, the emotion conveyed by the painting not only acts on the soul, but even directly affects the five senses.

Looking at these terrifying masks approaching, the mayor's fear suppressed by the inhibitor suddenly burst, like a shark smashing into the ice, with gnawing teeth and a big mouth, rushing towards him.

"Ah... no, no, no, no, don't surround me! Don't surround me!" He whispered at first, and then waved his arms wildly like drunk, but this couldn't drive away those who surrounded him or roared or Screaming or crying masks, neurosuppressants can make his emotional response slow down, but not disappear.

Heavy doses of resists have irreversible risks to the mental state of human beings. It is impossible for him to use such a large dose for himself. The time and amount used are calculated. It should be enough to complete the viewing of the sixteen paintings in the entire gallery. But this seventeenth painting...

No no no no no! Mr. Mayor finally couldn't stand this wave of fear. He would be hit by at least half of the fifteen negative states, and now they were all surging. He was overwhelmed by the emotional tide and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Fleeing out of the exhibition hall with a face full of panic, water stains can be seen on his crotch...

Chapter 3~ If I can write another chapter, I will update it at 5 pm~