"Where is this place?" Shen Shuyang shook the flashlight in his hand and looked at the surrounding environment vigilantly, his eyes full of doubts.
At this moment, Gu Yuan found a switch at hand. He reached out and pressed the switch, and the light above his head immediately turned on.
"This should be in the basement of the castle, right?" Chang Yi said, looking around.
Maybe because there are so many people, he seems to be more relaxed now.
The lights above the head are very bright and are connected by four light strips. There is no shadow when a person stands in the middle.
"This seems to be another studio." Shen Shuyang walked around and said, "Don't mention it, although this Rooney Al didn't make much money from painting, but things are still going well. Quite a lot.”
The rectangular light bar above the head is probably to create an effect similar to the shadowless lights in the operating room.
"The studio outside is not enough for him to worry about, so he created a place like this." Shen Shuyang shook his head, not knowing what to say.
"Artists all have pursuits. It's normal to want to create a sense of atmosphere." Gu Yuan said.
There was plenty of light in the basement, and there were several easels and a workbench. What surprised Gu Yuan and the others was that the easels were covered with a layer of black cloth.
Chang Yi's hands were faster and he easily tore off a piece of black cloth. The painting on the drawing board shocked him into a cold sweat. He even took two steps back uncontrollably and blurted out "fuck".
Anyone looking at the paintings on the large canvas has an incredible expression on their face.
"This this……"
Even Gu Yuan, who had excellent psychological quality, was shocked and speechless at this moment.
That drawing board clearly depicts the environment of the living room in the castle. Whether it is the sofa or the shotgun hanging on the wall, they are all restored to reality.
On the sofa, there are two men sitting. Their postures look very relaxed, like the owners living in the castle. Next to the sofa, there are three men and two women standing.
Doesn’t it just correspond to Gu Yuan and others who entered Al Castle?
"How is this possible..." Chang Yi's lips trembled slightly as he struggled to say this.
Gu Yuan didn't speak, just frowned.
"Prophecy painting?" Shen Shuyang's mouth twitched slightly, slowly calming down his mood at the moment.
This seems somewhat unlikely.
Gu Yuan stared at the painting and fell into deep thought. Chang Yi had shrunk behind Gu Yuan at this moment.
Like a frightened child.
Gu Yuan took two steps forward and opened the second piece of black cloth.
The painting above is clearly the scene of Gu Yuan and others walking towards the cabin in the forest, but the sunlight that was originally pouring down has now turned into streaks of black light. The style of the painting is very dark, and even conveys a sense of "suffocation" feel".
Gu Yuan took a deep breath and untied the third canvas.
This time, Gu Yuan was shocked again.
On the third drawing board, there was Xun Kaihe nailed to the ceiling, Yi Quqing slumped next to him, and Gu Yuan and others who had just come back and were still standing at the door.
"The prophetic painting... is really a prophetic painting!" Chang Yi exclaimed.
Gu Yuan wished he could just kick him.
The child is a good child, but he likes to make a fuss when something happens.
I don’t know how it grew so big.
"It's hard to say whether it's a prophetic painting or not." Shen Shuyang was very rational and continued, "These are things that have already happened. Look at other paintings. If they predict things that have not happened yet, I will admit it. It’s a prophetic painting.”
Chang Yi stared at him with wide eyes and said in surprise: "Are you crazy? Isn't this a prophetic painting? Rooney Al has been dead for a long time. These paintings are all from the past. This must be a prophetic painting!"
Shen Shuyang raised his hand slightly and told Chang Yi in this way: I am too lazy to talk to you.
He stretched out his hand and continued to uncover the black cloth.
This time, I did see something different.
The content on the drawing board is of a person being swallowed by flames. The red paint is like blood, exaggerating the terror of the flames. The gender of the person swallowed by the flames cannot be seen clearly. It is obviously a still painting, but as long as you see this Anyone who reads the painting seems to be able to feel the fear and helplessness of the person in the painting at this moment.
Gu Yuan frowned, but before he could speak, Chang Yi spoke first.
"Look! Let me just say, this is a prophetic painting! This is telling us that the next person to be eliminated will be burned to death!" Chang Yi's voice was trembling.
Shen Shuyang's face didn't look good either. In fact, he very much rejected the term "prophetic painting", which could be seen from his previous attitude.
When a prophetic painting appears, it means that their fate has been decided.
No one likes this feeling of being controlled.
Fortunately, there are no other paintings in the basement. After wandering around the basement, just when everyone was about to leave, Gu Yuan, who was walking to the stairs, suddenly thought of something. Suddenly he came back and stared at the first painting for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Luo Yi walked up behind him and asked.
Gu Yuan withdrew his gaze and shook his head.
"It's nothing. I just feel that something is wrong with this painting, but I couldn't find out what was wrong for a while."
Luo Yi smiled: "Don't scare yourself. At this time, you need to calm down."
In fact, Gu Yuan felt that his current state was calm enough.
When he returned to the living room, Gu Yuan originally wanted to sit on the sofa like yesterday, but suddenly thought of the paintings he saw in the basement, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so he simply stood in front of the window and looked outside.
It's still very early, and the living room is already silent.
Everyone was immersed in strong shock and their emotions were a little complicated. Not to mention other people, even Gu Yuan didn't know what to say now.
After a while, Shen Shuyang said: "Gu Yuan, do you think that is a prophetic painting?"
Gu Yuan turned to look at Shen Shuyang and chuckled.
"What do you think?" he asked without answering.
"I think someone must be up to something." Shen Shuyang insisted on his opinion.
Yi Quqing on the side suddenly said: "How could someone be up to something... Before this, only Brother Luo had been there, and it was impossible for Brother Luo to draw so many paintings in such a short period of time..."
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When Luo Yi heard this, he frowned and raised his head to look at Yi Quqing.
Yi Quqing did not look at him.
Luo Yi smiled, crossed his legs, sat on the chair, and said, "You don't have to say this, Gu Yuan and the others won't doubt me."
Yi Quqing was a little embarrassed and said quickly: "Brother Luo, that's not what I meant, I just think..."
"I don't care what you think." Luo Yi said, "If you want to know whether it is a prophetic painting, the easiest way is to see if anyone will be burned to death next."
