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Chapter 244 Inverse Travel 29┃ Light Source.
On another timeline, Du Lingyu was the only survivor, and everyone else died.
The other twelve people have all died.
This kind of dead despair that couldn't be struggled made everyone speechless.
"Let’s continue discussing this picture," Mu Yiran’s voice is a little cold, but anyone who knows him can tell that this coldness is used to cover sadness. "As for the negative space mentioned by Shao Ling, obviously this picture There is also in the picture, it is all around the photo, and the content is a bit weird."
"Yes," Shao Ling tried his best to recover from the sadness. "The negative space should be blank or gradually grayed out, but the negative space in this photo is black with white spots on it. Some are like snowflakes floating in the middle of the night, but they are not."
Zhu Haowen also joined the discussion: "I think the camera is a key prop in this world, probably related to Bi Di's identity as a photographer. We already know that the camera can capture the past and future scenes through the shutter and speed. This It is a depth of time, so is there such a possibility, can the camera's lens angle be able to capture the expansion of space? Can a wide-angle lens like this kind of wide-angle lens capture scenes other than the light brigade?"
This statement is very novel, and everyone can't help but nodded. Shao Ling further said: "If this is the case, I think that with the extent of the wide-angle lens used in this picture, it may not only capture the world outside the light brigade."
"Oh my God, did you capture the world outside the painting?!" Luo Ling was surprised.
"That's not enough," Shao Ling said hurriedly. "I have been thinking about the composition of the Four Brigades and what the world outside of the Four Brigades is like. Through the words in the book "The Witch", and Shi Xun and Wei Dong's In painting, I think the four brigade should be a circular structure, which also coincides with the saying of'circle the brigade for me'."
Wei Dong frowned and listened for a long time: "You mean that the ground egg is like a big egg, and the four brigade is like a waistline tied to the ground egg?"
"Yes, you are very accurate." Shao Ling nodded.
"I think that the Four Brigades are not tied to the ground egg, but ring inside the ground egg," Zhu Haowen is speaking this time. "The Wizard of the Witch" begins by saying: The ground egg is contained in the soil, and there is time in it. I I feel that the people in the Four Brigade live in the ground egg, and they are still distributed in bands, but not like us living on the surface of the earth, but living inside the ground egg."
"No, I don't have enough brains at all, so just tell us what we should do next?" Luo Ling looked at the burning incense, "It's time to turn off the lights in more than two hours. Let's hurry up."
"In addition to the funeral, I asked Ke Xun to go to the store according to the purchase list in the package, hoping to gain something," Mu Yiran took out another roll of film that was washed out. "Now let's look at the photos in Xi Shengnan's camera. "
Luo Ling took the film and proceeded to install a simple projector: "Xi Shengnan doesn't seem to take pictures. There should be no pictures of this world in her camera."
"Perhaps Xi Shengnan on another timeline had taken it. The pictures of the white fish are still unknown." Wei Dong said less gossip, and soon the film was installed and ready to "show."
"Yes, yes, we have a lot of work, and we have to enlarge those white fish pictures later." Luo Ling also quickly entered the role, concentrating on cooperating with Wei Dong.
The pictures taken by Xi Shengnan flashed on the light curtain one by one. The shooting method was very different from that of Mai Peng. Xi Shengnan seemed to prefer to use macro shots of still lifes, or narrative-style street scenes, and occasionally some animals and food.
When the old building of Jiuzhan Art Museum appeared in the picture, Wei Dong and Luo Ling's movements slowed down unanimously. This familiar art gallery, like a dream that is too depressed to wake up, draws everyone into it again. Dark night.
"You said, are we still in the Old Station Art Museum now?" Luo Ling suddenly asked such a question.
"If we are still in the painting," Qin Ci answered, "The painting "Reverse Journey" is displayed in the art gallery, so in a broad sense, we are still in the Jiuzhan Art Museum."
"Well, this problem is as profound and difficult to understand as our current timeline problems." Luo Ling shook his head and continued to show the next picture.
Xi Shengnan should be a photographer who is passionate about documenting life. She also took photos of the gallery's lobby, and even took a profile portrait of the grandfather who looked after the door. The seemingly ordinary expression was actually photographed. Sad taste.
After that, I took photos of various exhibition halls. Soon the photos showed the exhibition hall that everyone is familiar with and the familiar door.
Inside the door is another part of the exhibition separated from the exhibition hall, which belongs to the exhibition of Bi Di's photographic works.
The following photo is really about the shooting of Bi Di's work exhibition. Xi Shengnan did not deliberately focus on specific works, but formed a comfortable atmosphere with the layout of the exhibition hall and the light outside the window, coating this future film exhibition with a layer From the gold in the eyes of those looking up.
"Stop!" several people said in unison.
Wei Dong Luo Ling also stopped the movement in time, and stopped the slowly moving negative film on the light curtain.
The picture was taken on the display rack in the exhibition hall. A row of photographic works on the display rack formed a depth effect. The pictures taken by Bi Di were displayed from near to far.
Everyone's eyes are focused on the third work from the left-although the picture is small, it is not so clear due to the deviation of focus, but this does not prevent everyone from recognizing it at the first time- "Reverse Travel", this picture is "Reverse Travel".
"Oh my god, I have a sense of time and space dislocation. We are looking at this painting in this painting right now?" Luo Ling shook his head, feeling incredible.
Others are observing the painting in silence, although the painting in the picture has a familiar feeling that will be recognized by everyone when it turns to ashes, and at the same time it has a long-lost alienation and strangeness.
"I think this circle suddenly has a special meaning." Wei Dong said, "Do you think this circle is like a camera lens? All of us are actually in Bi Di's lens."
"It makes sense. No wonder the camera is given such a special meaning in this world." Qin Ci stared at the circle on the photo and the houses inside the circle. "Now it seems that the circle may be a circle. Inverse travel exists in the circle."
"There is also a timeline," Shao Ling added, "When we first started painting, the timeline we were on was connected with another timeline, and it probably formed a circle like this."
"The signature is outside the ring," Fang Fei also said, with a surprising meaning, "We are inside the ring, and the signature is outside the ring. We can only get out if we want to sign."
Everyone was quiet. For a while, I felt that this was a rare breakthrough point. For a while, I felt that it was almost impossible to reach outside the circle. This is no longer a matter of geographical distance. Outside the circle, it seems to be Another universe.
"Look, there seems to be something on the right side of the circle." Mu Yiran said.
After hearing this, everyone squinted and looked to the right side of the circle. Because the signature is on the left side of the circle, the right side is ignored. It seems that there are some disorderly lines there, but because the color is too light, it looks very fuzzy.
"I remember these things," Fang Fei said. "Before we started painting, what I focused on was the pencil drawing, that is, the circle and the things outside the circle. The left side is the author's signature and date, and the upper right corner has some pencils. The traces of the lines are very light. I thought it was caused by the unclean processing of the pictures."
"Yes, these lines are too random and seem to have no special meaning." Wei Dong also said.
Mu Yiran looked at Fang Fei: "What kind of lines did you see at the beginning? Can you draw them simply?"
"I'll try." Fang Fei came to the table, picked up the paper and pen prepared by Mu Yiran, carefully recalled, and drew a few strokes: "I forgot whether there are one or two strokes on the left, but it is slightly curved anyway. Lines, I remember very clearly on the right, the two lines crossed, like a cross.-But one thing is for sure, these lines themselves are very light and have been erased by an eraser, so I thought it was painting I didn’t care about the extra lines caused by time.”
"I think this circle can be broken, because it is a pencil, it can be erased." If you change to normal, Shao Ling must think that she is trying to tell a joke, but at the moment she is very serious. "This picture The part where the pencil is drawn may actually be erased by the eraser."
"Include the artist's signature." Zhu Haowen said.
"Oh my god, that's terrible. If the signature is gone, it will be finished." Luo Ling was said to be scared by everyone.
"Look at this pattern carefully," Mu Yiran showed everyone the picture Fang Fei drew just now. "Please use your imagination, what do you think this looks like?"
"A few strands of hair..." Luo Ling said.
"I didn't draw the flowing clouds?" Qin Ci said.
"A trace of the blowing wind?" Wei Dong said.
The others didn't speak anymore, and they really couldn't see what they looked like just by these few abstract lines.
Mu Yiran drew a similar pattern next to him with his own brushstrokes, keeping the cross on the right side and only one curved line on the left side: "What about this, what is it like?"
Everyone frowned and watched for a long time, and finally gave up guessing.
"Light bulb." Zhu Haowen said suddenly, "It's very much like the light bulb drawn when studying circuits in middle school physics class."
After Zhu Haowen said that, everyone felt a little like it, but when drawing the circuit, a complete circle was used to enclose the cross, and this one was drawn more casually.
Mu Yiran nodded: "I also think this is a light bulb. To be precise, it is a representation of a light source. When a photographer is composing a picture, he should consider the position of the light source, so Bi Di specially drew it, but because it is used to remind himself Draft, so it might be erased later for the overall composition effect."
"If it is a light source, why doesn't he paint a sun directly?" Wei Dong said.
"I think that if this painting is replaced by photography, it may not be possible to shoot directly in nature." Mu Yiran said, "Therefore, the author could not use the sun's light, so I had to artificially make the scenery and choose to use light."
"But it's not right," Qin Ci said. "Whether it is the sun or the lamp, it is always the light source, but why is the shadow of the house in the circle opposite to the light source? This is not normal."
The upper right of the circle is the light source, but the shadow of the house in the circle is on the lower right. This is indeed unreasonable.
"If the sun is on the right, the shadow of the house should be on the left!" Luo Ling also saw the problem.
"Probably because of this, it caused the chaos of the world's time. The light and shadow in it are completely wrong." Mu Yiran said, "Light and shadow, we can also understand time."
The time in this world is so chaotic that there is even more than one timeline. These are not caused by accident, but by the painter's original design.
The painter seems to want to complete such a photographic work, a work that is distorted and impossible to achieve.
"So? How are we going out? The signature is outside the circle." Luo Ling was anxious.
"We can go out because the ground egg looks similar to the stone xun, and there is also a blow-hole-like exit. We can go out through the exit." Fang Fei's voice rang behind everyone.
Everyone felt that there was something wrong with Fang Fei's words at this time, and they turned their heads for a while, only to realize that Fang Fei didn't know when to put on her mask!
That snow-white mask belongs to the witch.
Fang Fei put on this mask, as if she had changed her identity all at once. Although Fang Fei's facial expressions were not rich in normal times, this mask made her lines rigid and even a little sacred.
Wei Dong tentatively said to Fang Fei: "Are you Fang Fei or Master Wu?"
Fang Fei's snow-white face faced Wei Dong: "No matter who it is, we will always be partners. The purpose is to find autographs. Now I only use this mask to see something invisible to the naked eye."
"What do you see?"
"The inside of the egg, and the space we are in."