Chapter 066 Chapter 66

People guarding the gate were waiting for rescue.

Inside the art museum, some people were still looking for their missing relatives and friends. Apart from them, there was a small number of people who had no idea what had happened.

Take Amos for example. He came to the art museum alone. There are many people like him who come alone to appreciate art quietly.

People who like painting and sculpture like quietness and can tolerate loneliness. Rather than having a lively party with friends, they prefer to paint or sculpt alone, as it is an individual activity.

Because I came here alone, I was not aware of the fact that I was dragged into the false mirror world by the mist. I was just wondering why the mist suddenly appeared, and I heard some noisy noises in the exhibition hall in the distance.

"There are so many people who don't know the rules," Amos whispered.

But he had no intention of paying attention and continued to concentrate on looking at the painting in front of him.

The work that Amos stared at intently was called "Judgment at Night" and depicted the story of witch hunting in the Middle Ages.

The oil painting uses black as the main color, and uses a few light strokes to depict the scene of the moon being covered by dark clouds, with only a ray of light. And that only ray of light shines on the witch trapped by the rope in the center of the picture. A group of people are hiding in the darkness around them. They have different postures. The oil painting does not depict their facial features in detail, but uses outlines and shadows to vaguely express their expressions. Some are angry, some are afraid, and some are proud. They point their fingers at the witch in the middle and sentence her to death.

Before the witch is a gallows.

The only color in the picture is the witch in the middle, who is wearing dark red clothes, like the only burning flame in the picture.

Obviously, she is a witch, the representative of evil in the trial, but in the painting, the people hiding in the darkness and full of malice are more like the evil dragon in the story.

The source of inspiration for the painting is clearly written next to it. It comes from a real witch hunt in history. The woman in the painting was accused of being a witch because she kept a cat. This sounds ridiculous in modern times, but in the heyday of witch hunting, anyone could be hanged for making an unfounded accusation, let alone a "conclusive" reason like keeping a cat. Cats are the embodiment of evil.

In fact, when it comes down to it, it is still a religious act of exclusion against those who do not believe in cats. The identification of cats as evil is only a definition of a certain religion at a certain time.

Amos likes this painting very much. He likes the contrast between colors in oil painting.

If possible, he would even like to buy the painting.

Unfortunately, he didn't have that much money and couldn't afford it.

However, he can take pictures. Photography is allowed here.

Amos took out his camera, and suddenly the light above his head flashed. He frowned. Is it possible that a newly built art museum would have unstable voltage?

Fortunately, the light only flickered a few times before it stabilized. Amos took out his camera and looked at the painting in front of him. His expression changed.

The content of the painting changed. The appearance of the tied witch in the center of the picture changed. She was no longer a pretty girl, but a grotesque monster with bared fangs and claws. There were many arms on its slender body. At this moment, it was grabbing the people who were judging, as if it wanted to swallow them into its mouth.

In the sky above, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a blood moon.

The originally black-toned oil painting was stained with large areas of bright red.

Amos rubbed his eyes and looked at the painting again. It was still the same strange scene. He went to look at the introduction column next to it and saw that the title had changed to: Hunting.

"This..." Amos stepped back slowly, then his eyes widened in horror. He found that blood was oozing out of the painting, then flowing down the canvas, staining the frame red, and finally dripping onto the ground.

It was as if the blood of the people in the painting was gradually seeping out from inside.

"Ah——" a girl screamed.

Amos immediately turned his head and saw an oil painting on the opposite wall. It showed a half-skeleton boy sitting on a chair. The boy's chin was supported by his bony left hand, and he was looking at this side with curiosity.

The painting there, Amos remembered, should be a portrait of a young man who was adjusting his clothes while looking in the mirror.

It turns out that the boy in the painting has blond hair and blue eyes, and has nothing in common with the boy now.

Why did it turn out like this?

Looking at other paintings, they all became weird. Beautiful landscapes turned into pictures of hell, daily life turned into doomsday scenes, and works with beautiful meanings became like curses.

This is so wrong.

Amos thought of the fog that suddenly appeared before. Perhaps it was because of the normal fog that made the world abnormal?

As he was guessing, Amos saw the half-skeleton boy in the portrait opposite him looking at him and smiled slowly.

It moves!!

"Run!" Amos shouted immediately.

Blood can appear outside the painting, but what about other things in the painting?

Everyone in the exhibition hall came to their senses and ran towards the front door.

There was also an oil painting exhibition area in the front, which displayed paintings that were closer to the modern period. It was also a mess there. Amos noticed that the paintings in other exhibition halls had changed. One of the paintings that impressed him deeply was of an angel, but now it was turned into a devil crawling out of hell.

"Devil, it must be the devil's doing!" someone shouted.

Even though this is the technologically advanced United States, there are still many people who believe in the existence of demons and ghosts. In the past, there was a couple who did a good business as exorcists, and fortune tellers could also find a place to survive here, which shows that superstitious people exist in every country.

There was once a very famous doll in Nepal that kept growing hair. There is also a strange doll here that is famous all over the world. To this day, some people still believe that the cursed doll is real.

Let’s not talk about those who originally believed that these things existed. Even for those who didn’t believe in them, their world views would be shattered and reconstructed after experiencing what is happening now.

The greatest characteristic of human beings is that they may not believe in any press conference or news media, and they may not believe in their best relatives and friends, but they will definitely believe in what they see and experience.

Soon, Amos and other frightened people arrived at the gate, and saw that it was locked. Everyone was squatting there waiting for rescue.

After the two groups got together and explained the matter in a few words, the crowd began to fall into chaos.

"Matt, they said they would rescue us soon, and it's already been ten minutes!"

"There's no signal on my cell phone either, damn it."

"Will those guys come out of the painting?"

"I'm so scared."

"Hey, what the hell is going on!"

In addition to the frightened crowd, there were also people who panicked and grabbed the security guard's clothes, wanting him to give an explanation.

There is no explanation. The security guards now want to run away. When he first applied for this job, he was prepared to deal with thieves and even robbers, but he never thought that one day his enemy would not even be a human.

This is beyond the scope. Isn't it the job of an exorcist to deal with such a guy? Or a superman will do. What does it have to do with an ordinary security guard like him?

"I can't count on you!" A man looked around angrily, looking for a weapon that suits him.

If he had known this would happen, he would have remembered to bring his own hot weapons.

No, if he had known this would happen, he would never have come.

"Has anyone seen my mother?" As more people gathered, those who were separated from their relatives began to look for her loudly, "White hair, about sixty years old, this tall, wearing a beige top..."

"Hey, are your relatives really here?" someone interrupted him and said, "Look around, man, is there anyone over 40 here?"

Wesley paused as he was looking for his mother. He glanced around and found that everyone here was young.

"My mother disappeared too," Sera whispered. "She was right beside me before the gray mist appeared, but she disappeared after it passed."

"My younger brother is the same. He is in junior high school this year. I brought him here because he is interested in painting." A young man shook his head and said, "I really don't know where he went. I hope he is doing well."

"What happened if my friend didn't come?"

"How old is your friend?"

"Nineteen, like me. But he's a little weak and timid."

A smart person noticed a pattern: "So, after the gray fog passed, all the old and young disappeared? Those who were in poor health were gone too? Hey, I have an idea."

Everyone else turned to look at him.

The man swallowed and said slowly, "My name is Hirford. I like horror works. I am interested in horror paintings, sculptures, photos, etc. By the way, I also like watching horror movies. Maybe it's because of watching horror movies that I don't have a girlfriend..."

"Kid, if you have something to say, just say it." Someone said anxiously.

Hierophant scratched his head and said, "I mean, I've watched a lot of horror movies, so I understand some of the clichés. For example, do you think this is more like another world? Like the inside world? By the way, I also play horror games."

Seeing that everyone looked unhappy, Hirford continued, "I'm thinking, behind the gray mist, it may not be your relatives or friends who disappeared, but us?"

Everyone was silent.

[Nice guy, very sharp, you guessed it.]

[Yes, it is you who disappeared.]

[Don't worry, your 'missing' relatives and friends are all fine and have been taken to the hospital for a checkup.]

[Even though the museum was covered in fog, we still couldn’t enter. ]

[Even those who have left can’t get back in.]

[Those people are fine, but you may not be.]

【May the Buddha bless you. 】

【They don’t believe in Buddha.】

【In this case, faith means nothing. 】

【At least there is a psychological sustenance, Amen. 】