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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 85 Shadow 08┃ The purest color."

weight="95798"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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Except for the green room where Zhu Haowen and Shi Zhendong are located, three cans of berries were stored before lunch in other rooms.

"We are less than a can of work. We should be able to complete the task before 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Shi Zhendong looked at the clock on the wall, still showing the cyan pattern.

Xin Beibei looked at her boyfriend and then at Zhu Haowen, who was sitting in the distance, with a very complicated expression.

Qin Ci opened the mouth and said, "There are only two people in the green group, and it is normal for them to fail to complete the task. Then, after lunch, it is free time. If you feel weak, you can go back to your room to rest. If you are interested, you can gather in this hall. Focus on the discussion."

Shi Zhendong understood that Qin Ci was to free up work for the green team, so he smiled and said, "Then we will continue to work after lunch, and everyone will gather here at two o'clock."

Everyone nodded. They didn't eat much for lunch and didn't have the thought of taking a lunch break. So Shi Zhendong and Zhu Haowen returned to the green room to continue to work, while the others sat at the table and had a meeting to discuss.

"Let’s talk about the clues we currently have." Qin Ci still said. "First of all, it’s about the death condition. He Yu entered other rooms without washing his hands yesterday. This should be a clear behavior of polluting the color. Ended life by being deprived of color;

"The other deceased was Zhang Tianwei. We have not yet been able to determine whether he has contaminated the color, but obviously it is also one of the conditions of death to go to a room of other colors. There are many doubts about Zhang Tianwei's death. You can discuss this issue first. "Qin Ci's gaze will be swept across all of you.

Mi Wei was the first to speak: "I think the first thing to understand is when Senior Tian Wei died, whether he was alive or dead before being dragged out of the room, and what we saw in the morning. One scene... Did Senior Tian Wei die at the time?"

Xin Beibei was the first to be frightened by Mi Wei's speech: "People are soaked in bottles, of course they are dead!"

Mi Wei said: "Because the world in the painting is really incredible, so I made a bold assumption-He Yu lost all the colors after he died, so the seniors we saw this morning... Soaking in the bottle, is it being squeezed out of color? Then how did He Yu lose the color? Is it also through this method?"

"If that's the case, there will be traces in the whole room," Xin Beibei felt lingering. "The red we saw in the morning...has spread out of the room."

"If Senior He was killed by that method, why didn't the murderer kill Senior Zhang with the same method last night?" Ye Ningchen raised his own question.

"The only way to verify your judgment," Ke Xun looked at Mi Wei's slender eyes, "Just go to the scene again to see what happened to Zhang Tianwei later, and whether he ended up with the same consequences as He Yu."

These words made everyone shudder, and several girls even regretted the discussion they had just brought up—verifying the facts is much crueler than talking about soldiers on paper.

"Xiao Ke is right. In addition to verifying your question just now, it is indeed more appropriate to check Zhang Tianwei's body." Qin Ci looked at the clock on the wall, just one o'clock, "There is also Time, who will go?"

Xin Beibei couldn't help raising his voice: "I won't go anyway! I can still see the big red bottle that keeps bleeding when I close my eyes..." Ye Ningchen, who tightened his side, said, "You better Don’t go, it’s terrible."

Mi Wei stood up and said, "I will go with you. If there are more people, there will be more observation points."

"Tongzi, you are here with a few girls." Before Ke Xun finished saying this, he felt his iron man cast a very grateful look, "Although it is daytime, it is better not to leave anyone behind. Don’t leave people alone here, especially in the hall."

Wei Dong nodded and agreed, and looked at Guo Lixia, who was leaning against the chair and napping, and counted this eldest sister among the remaining personnel.

So, Ke Xun, Mu Yiran and Qin Ci, plus Mi Wei and Miao Zipei, five people once again went up to the fourth floor, because the castle has a very peculiar shape, and that open-air corridor is only on the fourth floor.

It was the first time for Miao Zipei to go upstairs. When he found that the third and fourth floors were also in the same pattern, he was a little curious. Moreover, these rooms are the same as the second floor. The red door in the middle has become pale and colorless. .

There is a wooden door next to the hall on the fourth floor, pushing it open, leading to an open-air corridor.

"Pay attention to your feet!" After Mi Wei's reminder, everyone walked cautiously. As expected, there were some suspicious red marks on the ground at the end of the corridor.

Everyone walked sideways, trying to get around the red.

On the white floor tiles in the hall, those red marks are more obvious.

"Those blood stains...no, those red liquids have been disposed of." Qin Ci was a little puzzled, "but the treatment was not clean."

"It's not like processing with a broom or a mop," Mi Wei dared to squat down to check it carefully. "Why do these reds show signs of being wiped off? What is it used to deal with?"

Everyone didn't speak. If you imagined it, a horrible metaphor would come up: these traces were like being licked off by a huge tongue.

Soon, these traces were ignored by everyone, because everything displayed in the open red door refreshed everyone's understanding again.

It was still the big glass jar before, and the red liquid in it was still flowing out slowly, but the flow was much smaller than in the morning.

The person in the glass jar can no longer tell whether "it" is Zhang Tianwei or not-just as Mi Wei observed before, Zhang Tianwei's body has become shorter than before, and it is getting shorter and shorter.

"Then...is there a baby specimen in there?" The silent Miao Zipei finally made a howling voice.

The human body is still immersed in the red liquid, but it is small like a baby corpse, still standing upright, with small limbs in suspension.

"It's not a baby, just a scaled down adult." As a doctor, Qin Ci answered Miao Zipei's words accurately.

After watching for a while, Mu Yiran stopped looking, turned around, and looked at the blood red clock on the wall: "Because of the constant squeezing of colors, Zhang Tianwei is almost exhausted."

Miao Zipei couldn't help retching: "Do all of us have so many colors in our bodies?"

This sentence is like a saying, no one wants to answer.

Mu Yiran looked at Miao Zipei calmly: "In this world, the author tries to use color to express everything, including the life of the person in the painting."

Miao Zipei tried hard to suppress vomiting, almost overflowing with tears, and soon heard Ke Xun say next to him: "Take the opportunity to observe this hall, maybe there will be other gains."

Mi Wei's eyes looked at the bright red clock on the wall: "Do you think it is possible that the artist's signature is on the clock?"

Qin Ci was the first to deny this idea: "Now it seems that the clues of the clock are too obvious, and there are clocks in every hall in the castle, so the signature is unlikely to be inside."

In Ke Xun's view, the facilities in this room are no different from those seen in the morning, except that the blood stains have been cleaned up.

Miao Zipei's gaze fell on the window in the hall: "The pattern on the window lattice is different from that in our building. This is not a discovery."

Ke Xun asked: "Do you mean that in the building we are in, all the panes are the same?"

No one else seems to be able to answer this question, but Miao Zipei nodded affirmatively: "Whether it’s the working room or our bedroom, including the halls on the third and fourth floors that I walked through, the window lattice patterns are all Morris patterns. Many screenshots of a whole golden lily pattern, because of the different distribution of patterns, so everyone ignores their integrity."

Ke Xun looked at this shining young man. Whenever someone made a very professional speech and could enlighten others, Ke Xun felt that this person was shining.

"So, do the panes in this hall now belong to the Morris pattern?" Mu Yiran asked the question at the right time.

Miao Zipei did not hesitate: "It also belongs to the Morris pattern. If I remember correctly, this picture should come from William Morris' pomegranate branch and white parrot. These panes also split the pattern-but the Morris pattern itself It is the gorgeous and repetitive composition, which emphasizes the beauty of classicism. Any part can be a perfect work."

"Does these golden lilies, pomegranates and white parrots you mentioned have any special meaning?" Qin Ci obviously can't understand these artistic categories.

"It just represents all kinds of beauty, and it doesn't have very special meaning." Miao Zipei could feel the affirmation and encouragement of the surrounding eyes, so he continued, "I just find it strange that Fauvism and Morris are completely different. For the style, Morris pattern is more emphasis on court fine brushwork. I don’t know why the artist used Morris pattern in this painting."

Mi Wei also feels right: "Fauves are a kind of subversion and breaking. They don't pay much attention to proportions and composition. Compared with Morris' pattern, it is too conservative, and it is simply two conflicting styles."

But these contradictions and conflicts cannot be explained by anyone, I am afraid that even the artist himself cannot explain it.

"This may have something to do with the artist's unknown mental journey." Mu Yiran said lightly on the last sentence-the old members all know that many previous paintings contain too many stories about the artist.

Miao Zipei looked at the red clock on the wall again: "I don't know if the red you saw before is different from this one?"

"It's pretty red, what's the difference?" Ke Xun asked.

Miao Zipei hesitated for a moment, and again looked up and squinted to observe the red color on the surface of the clock: "Red is the color at the end of the long wave in the visible spectrum. The wavelength is about 625 to 740 nanometers and is one of the three primary colors of light."

Everyone listened quietly to Miao Zipei's words-"Red is just a general concept. Red can be divided into hundreds of kinds. For example, the red on Zhang Tianwei and He Yu's clothes is different. Dark red moon pattern, He Yu body is garnet red tic-tac-toe pattern.

"But judging from the red color of the clock face, it is basically close to the purest red. If it is divided according to the optical color RGB, the index of the purest red is: R is equal to 255, G is equal to 0, and B is equal to 0."

It was the first time that Ke Xun received such a professional color teaching. After digesting it for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "So anyone wants to extract the purest color from us?"