Soul Painter

Gao Fan felt extremely tired today.

After the hotel service woke him up at the prescribed time, he sat on the bed and stared blankly for a while.

Eyelids feel unusually heavy.

The shoulders are also sore, as if someone is sitting on the neck.

When he was about to leave, God meowed at him and circled around him to prevent him from leaving, but the British Museum does not allow pets to enter, which is really non-negotiable.

Gao Fan squatted down and hugged God, rubbed his face against God's face for a while, and felt that he had strength again.

He stood up and opened the door of the room. He saw a black cleaning lady pushing a cleaning cart passing by, so he smiled at her.

crackling.

The sound of a slight seed growing.

In Gao Fan's mind, the baby embryo, the amniotic fluid, and the cocoon broke out like lightning, and a strange human figure emerged. This human figure has a human body, but the spine has long brown hair like a horse...

Another second.

Gao Fan was already sitting in the back seat of the stretched Lincoln.

In front of him was the breakfast prepared by Xiang Huawei, which contained fried eggs and sausages.

"Do you need ketchup?" Xiang Hua in the front seat turned around and asked.

Because Gao Fan is always too late to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner, Xiang Hua will prepare food for Gao Fan in the car every time, but this is not important. In a kind of confusion, he opened his mouth and asked after a while, "I'm...um, I got into the car by myself?"

This question is a bit strange, Xiang Hua thought for a while before answering: "There is no one else, have you made a girlfriend here?"

Probably Xiang Hua thought Gao Fan might be staying with someone in the hotel.

Gao Fan couldn't understand Xiang Hua's train of thought. He was just wondering why his memory was missing for a while. He couldn't remember how he completed the journey from the hotel room to the car.

Are you too tired?

He bit the fried egg in silence, feeling a little bland, took the ketchup in Xiang Hua's hand, and squeezed a little.

Red tomato sauce spread on the yellow and white fried eggs, like blood.

In the British Museum.

Gao Fan's goal today is Van Eyck's "Arnolfini's Wedding". This self-painted wedding portrait contains a lot of symbols and metaphors. It is used in the first scene of the first episode of the American drama "Desperate Housewives". For this painting, Gao Fan's main goal today is to figure out the technique of the mirror in the painting.

In the painting method of this mirror, Van Eyck's refraction of light, mirror convex surface and metal texture are extremely detailed, and it can be regarded as one of the most outstanding classics in the history of Western painting.

Gao Fan quickly forgot about the anomaly he encountered in the morning and began to copy the painting.

Then, crackling.

Another slight sound of seeds growing.

Gao Fan's mind once again flashed the horse-like brown-haired human figure, walking towards him in the dark, with a pair of huge insect-like compound eyes shining colorfully in the dark...

Another second.

Gao Fan already had an almost completed copy in front of him.

The technique is superb.

An almost complete reproduction of this painting by Van Eyck.

And there are already many people standing behind him. They seemed to dare not disturb Gao Fan before, but now seeing Gao Fan start to look around, these people began to caress their palms, giving silent applause and admiration, as if they were paying attention to the painter in front of him. Applaud for his wonderful skills.

Gao Fan fell into extreme confusion.

Was his time...lost again?

That morning, maybe by accident.

But this second time, it can no longer be explained by fatigue. He has no memory of copying this painting at all, but there is no doubt that the painting in front of him is his work, just like the texture of his palm. The structure, every color, is his stuff.

But he doesn't remember drawing the picture himself.

This cognition is like a tingling current, rushing through Gao Fan's nerves.

A silent fear flooded Gao Fan like a tide, almost suffocating him.

The first self-awareness is, am I really crazy?

But then realized, no, madness doesn't lose memory.

Those bamboo joints, the murmur of seeds breaking through the ground, as well as various baby embryos, amniotic fluid, and phantoms with horse-like brown hairs on the spine, obviously have mysterious signs and omens. He is polluted by... Is it?

When did it start?

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he has begun to fall into despair at this moment. Who should he turn to for the changes and influences from the inside of the body and the spiritual world?

the police? Doctor? Psychic?

Will not work.

No one can understand what you are dealing with.

That feeling of body and mind gradually rotting and polluting, with no recourse to help, is enough to drive any normal person crazy.

But Gao Fan is not an ordinary person after all, he has experienced being polluted, and even at this moment he is in a polluted state of being "watched by a moose cat". to substance.

And the survey value of 39 also reminded Gao Fan of a name, Danny Laufer.

This eccentric "Apollo" art magazine reporter, is that him?

Gao Fan had no intention of continuing to copy those oil paintings in the British Museum.

He must first figure out what he is facing, or who he is.

And when Gao Fan put away his easel and left the British Museum in a hurry.

crackling.

The sound of seed joint growth comes again.

Gao Fan was already standing in front of the monster with horse-like brown hair. He was humanoid, but he was three meters tall. It was not just the brown hair on his back that made him different. The six arms that grow sequentially are also full of impact enough to drive humans crazy.

He stood in front of Gao Fan, who was like a dwarf compared to him.

And he is like a monster from the ancient ignorant age to the extraordinary.

Behind him is an ignorant and chaotic world, and a little yellow light shines slightly from behind him.

Gao Fan looked up at him, while he lowered his head and said in a mysterious and loud voice, "Great Yisi!"

...

ah!

Gao Fan suddenly woke up.

Drenched in sweat.

He found himself already sitting in a hotel room.

In nightgown.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already completely dark.

He remembered that when he finished copying the "Arnold Finney's Wedding", it should be two o'clock in the afternoon.

What now?

Glancing at the small clock on the desk in the hotel room, it was ten o'clock at night.

He was stolen for nearly eight hours this time.

Something must have been staring at him.

But don't know what.

If you continue to lose time like this.

Then it is possible to lose more, even a day, a week, a month, a year. In this case, Gao Fan...does he still exist?

Thinking of this, the fear that was as quiet as the sea resurfaced again, almost suffocating Gao Fan.

This fear of unknown origin is too terrifying, how on earth should Gao Fan resist?

Gao Fan frowned, and glanced at the system interface again.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that there was a change in the system.

Behind the state of "the elk is watching you", there is another "shell of the great Yisi".

One more~