When the curtain was completely opened, the whole picture behind the scenes appeared, but more than twenty portrait paintings of different sizes and ages were presented in the form of space suspension, in the form of incandescent lamps and dark red spotlights.

The extremely design-like arrangement, the dramatic lighting, and the cold metal texture of the roof alloy slings and hanging rods allow this small piece of space to avoid the mess in the pork freezing room of the meat-connected factory, but like an art gallery, it has a unique beauty of order.

The styles of these paintings are extremely complicated.

From the traditional Chinese classical fine brushwork, white ink painting, to the Renaissance style on the other side of the ocean, there are all works in the later neoclassical and even hyperrealistic styles.

Among them, several paintings are already very old. The ancient ladies or long-robed scholars in the paintings are all cracked all over their bodies and the paint is severely peeled off. If they are not repaired urgently, they may not be preserved for long.

"It's time to change, it's time to change it." The black shadow lingers in front of the old works, wandering, and whispering is almost inaudible.

Soon, he walked inside again.

The works hanging inside are obviously fresh in color, and should have been completed recently.

However, most paintings should be written in the past four or fifty years, and the frames of the inlayed works have obvious characteristics of the last century.

For this reason, the entire space has gone beyond the scope of simple works, but has a long and distant sense of era, making people feel as if they are in the corridor of time.

Hundreds of years ago, Qingqing Zijin and Juanjuan's good girl looked back gently from the pile of yellow old papers;

The modern mechanical industry, the digital poppe in the 21st century, cuts out the aesthetic core of another concept from a sharp, cold and sharp perspective.

New and old, modern and classical are vividly reflected in this series of portrait works.

Whether it is the gradual change in the style of the work or the change in the texture of the painting, it also makes people feel a sense of emptiness of time and ruthless time.

Among all these works, the most eye-catching and unique is a neoclassical work with extremely delicate brushstrokes located in the fourth row on the right.

Unlike other single portraits, this painting depicts two people.

They should be a mother and son.

The mother, sitting on an old-fashioned rattan chair, was wearing an elegant beige dress. Although she was already middle-aged, she was still amazingly beautiful. Her slightly frivolous eyes looked a little nervous, both fragile and changeable, and she should be the kind of woman who is very easy to capture the hearts of men;

Her son stood on the right side of the rattan chair, and it seemed that he was no more than twenty years old at most.

He was wearing a simple shirt and trousers, and he gently supported his mother's shoulders with both hands. His handsome facial features were quite similar to his mother. There was a scar on the corner of his eyebrows, but his eyes were empty, as if he couldn't get excited about anything.

"It should be hung here." The black shadow murmured in a low voice, stretched out his left hand, and stroked the blank picture frame next to the portrait of the mother and son.

His left hand is equally slender, graceful, with full and shiny skin.

However, the part from the wrist to the elbow is the same as the right arm just now, as dry as the old man in his twilight years.

Under the dark red light and shadow, this arm lies across the blank glass frame, like a failed and weird work, which makes you disgusting.

The black shadow's eyes only stayed on his arms for a second, then quickly pulled up his sleeves to cover his wrists, and once again whispered in a blurry manner:

"It's better to have another person, another..."

He paced slowly, walked back to the easel before, cut the portrait of the girl, carefully trimmed the corners, and every move was familiar and smooth, as if he had done this countless times.

After embellishing the work neatly, he stepped into the display area and embedded the latest completed work into a blank picture frame.

Next to the mother and son portraits, there is a modern abstract style work. The bright and clean eyes in the painting echo the neoclassical style of mother and son portraits.

What's more, even the empty and empty eyes of the mother and son also resonated strangely with the beautiful eyes of the girl's deer-like deer.

The black shadow took several steps back and retreated to the edge of the display area, halfway down his head, admiring his masterpiece, and a faint light flashed in his eyes under the hood, as if he was extremely satisfied with the arrangement in front of him, and a "hoho" laugh came out from his mouth.

After a while, he walked to the side reluctantly, slowly pulled the drawstring, and closed the crimson curtain.

The bloody spotlights are out.

The incandescent lamp tube still emits a cold light.

He stood in front of the curtain for a moment, as if he was savoring the exhibits just now. After half a minute, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the small room isolated.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of lime powder, desiccant and corpse odor rushing out from behind the door, filling the entire space instantly.

The black shadow seemed to like this breath very much. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, then bent down again, lifted up a dead bone in the door, and pushed it inside.

There were six or seven complete human corpses piled up in the small room, some of which were completely skeletonized, and some still had some skin or tissue remaining.

Without exception, these skeletons are all mummies.

The corpse that was instantly drained from moisture can be stored for a long time if certain conditions are met.

However, this basement is extremely turbulent, and those simple moisture-proof measures cannot effectively prevent the corruption of the corpse, and the stench is very strong.

The black video was helpless, shook his head, took out a few bags of fresh desiccant from his raincoat and placed it in the four corners of the cottage.

The smell of corpse was suppressed by a desiccant that could not be said, but the air still smelled bad.

The black shadow walked into the small room, sorted out enough space, then returned to the halo, and grabbed the girl's mummy on the sofa.

The corpse was very light, less than one-tenth of its original weight. The black shadow used only one hand and threw the mummy into the small compartment.

"Bang", the girl's body slammed heavily on the ground. The gorgeous and wide skirt swept over the dead bones next to it, and a skull rolled out of the door and rolled to the feet of the black shadow.

"What's wrong? Do you want to come out and take a look?"

The black shadow looked down at the skull under his feet, smiling hoarsely, as if talking to a living person.

The skull was facing upwards, and the dark eye sockets seemed to be staring at someone.

The black shadow bent down, gently picked up the skull, wiped off the floating dust on it, held it up and down in his hand and threw it over, then whistled, walked into the hut, put it back to its original position, and then locked the iron door again.

The keychain made a crisp sound in his hands, and he slowly walked back along the wall, turning off the light source one by one.

The darkness spread rapidly, and finally, there was only the bright halo of skylight in the middle of the room.

The dark shadow walked under the beam.

Like a shadow that grows in the darkness.

The red rose bloomed beside him, as strong as fire, and like splashing blood.

He laughed softly, picked up the huge flower basket, and the dark night-like figure wrapped in a big colorful rose like blood, walked up the stone steps step by step, and turned around the corner.

"Bang", the switch sounded and the light beam disappeared.

The basement was trapped in pure darkness.

…………………………

Guo Kailin has quit the group.

No one knows where she went.

The news from Xinyimei is that Guo Kailin has something to do at home and will go home for vacation and will not return to the group in the near future.

In addition, Chen Zhiyu's scene has been completed, and the company has also given her a vacation. Xinyimei will not send newcomers to the crew to study recently.

In short, these two little flowers with lots of gossip disappeared from everyone's sight after causing storm.

Of course, not many people believe this kind of official statement.

According to Xiao Zhou's inquiry, Chen Zhiyu actually received compensation from Xinyimei and went out to relax. Judging from this situation, Xinyimei is still willing to continue to praise her.

As for Guo Kailin, she was a little miserable.

This girl’s contract is about to expire at the end of the year. If Xinyimei is unwilling to renew it, what is waiting for her may be to leave the circle forever.

It is privately rumored that Guo Kailin will be terminated in disguise.

It should be noted that China has issued relevant laws a few years ago, explicitly stipulating that the contract for newcomers in the entertainment industry shall not exceed three years.

The kind of selling contract that used to sign a newcomer for more than ten or twenty years was now gone.

Good together and separation, goodbye is also a friend, and win-win cooperation has become the main theme between various performing arts companies and newcomers in the circle.

This certainly protects the legitimate rights and interests of new artists to the greatest extent, but from another perspective, those newcomers who perform poorly also lose the opportunity to become famous accordingly.

Guo Kailin is a ready-made example.

If she signed a five- or ten-year long contract with the company, she would have a chance to make a comeback with her conditions.

And now, this possibility is very slim.

Although there is no evidence that Chen Zhiyu fell into the water and had a direct relationship with her, in full view of everyone, Chen Zhiyu fell into the water alone, while Guo Kailin was safe and sound. Moreover, the two of them had fierce competition. As long as they thought a little more, Guo Kailin's suspicion would not be washed away.

There are many open and secret battles in the entertainment industry, but newcomers who can't afford to play like this and have dirty tricks are too risky. There will be no company willing to give them a chance to try and make mistakes unless Guo Kailin suddenly holds a certain golden thigh.

But the same sentence is true, this possibility is slim.

Apart from this gossip that is not considered gossip, the crew of "Yelong" has nothing left, and the calm and boring situation is.

Su Yin expressed that this was more impressive.

After filming the scene with Zheng Yiren in advance, she got a 20-day vacation, so she was still happy to eat the melon and spend the summer.

Unfortunately, the production of melon fields has been greatly reduced recently, and there is nothing new about Weite. Su Yin can only have fun for herself and ask Xiao Zhou for help, and got a hearing at the Northeast Academy of Arts.

"What we are going to talk about today is pretending. Come on, who will tell me who is the representative painter of pretending?"

In the spacious staircase 2 classroom of Northeast Academy of Art, there were 30 or 40 students sitting scatteredly. The teacher on the podium raised his head, and his sharp eyes swept through the glasses and glanced at Su Yin at one glance.

Su Yin wore black glasses without lenses and a bun, dressed in a low-key manner, but she couldn't resist her as a naive face, which could easily arouse the teacher's alertness.

So she immediately took the temporary lecture certificate in her hand very carefully, pretending to unconsciously wrap around the tether above.

The glasses teacher immediately lost interest in her. He turned his eyes and called out a beautiful girl with long hair with clear soup noodles and said, "Please answer this question, classmate."
To be continued...