Soul Painter

Emma, ​​a reporter from "L'Officiel Art" magazine, looked at the castle in front of her.

In the Paris area, there are countless castles. Since the 13th century, French kings have been keen to build various castles for themselves. high, and was left unused, and was even sold for 1 franc.

The castle in front of me is called the "Castle of Racine", which was built by Louis XIV for a dancing girl lover, but because the last lover was abandoned by Louis XIV, the last glass of poisoned wine sent himself back to hell, Before he died, he was so desperate that he cursed all those who occupied the castle that they would die of gut piercing, which made the castle an ominous building that no buyer would appreciate.

Emma didn't know why the painter bought this castle to live in.

Probably because artists always have eccentricities.

She rings the doorbell.

Harsh electric bells echoed in the castle.

Emma imagined that the bell would pass through various 14th-century Gothic window lattices and stone materials in the castle, and finally reach a studio full of summer sunlight. The person was drawing lines on the drawing board with a brush...

Squeak.

The heavy iron-inlaid wooden door in front of him was pushed open.

A gray-haired old man appeared in front of Emma.

The old man looked to be in his eighties or nineties. He bent his waist slightly, looked at Emma with cloudy eyes, and asked her, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

If it wasn't for Emma who knew Chinese, then the task of interviewing the founder of the Devil School would not have fallen to her. She immediately replied: "Hello, I am Emma Suo, a reporter from "L'Officiel Art" magazine. Feite, I made an appointment to interview Mr. Gao Fan."

"You are here to interview the teacher, come with me." The old man smiled kindly. .

After stepping into this 'Castle of Racine', Emma found that it was just as she had imagined, with green marble everywhere, windows separated by stained glass, and the spire that could be seen from the inner courtyard before. The building, the old castle was obviously restored, and Emma also wanted to buy an old castle, but she couldn't afford the expensive repairs.

The French government stipulates that if you own a castle, you must demobilize the castle in accordance with the style of the era in which it was located. Stone, wood, glass, furniture and even carpets all have strict requirements, which makes owning a castle an impossible task for ordinary people. A luxury imaginable.

Of course, this painter has such financial resources. When his works were last circulated in the market, they fetched a sky-high price of over US$1 billion for a single painting. No living or dead painter in the history of art has ever achieved such a price. No, and probably never will.

"You called Mr. Gao Fan 'teacher' just now?" Emma curiously asked the old man walking in front of her.

"Yes, Mr. Gao Fan is my teacher." The old man said.

"But you are much older than Mr. Gao Fan, aren't you? Are you what Chinese people call 'bringing an art investment teacher'?" Emma asked curiously.

"Miss Emma's Chinese is very good." The old man avoided answering this question.

"I studied in Huaxia." Emma said proudly.

At this time, the two of them walked through an atrium, and there was a puppet in the atrium. Backing away, the two eyeballs are facing the center, and an arrow is stuck in its forehead.

No, the arrow didn't hit its forehead.

It just hangs in the air like that.

Huh?

Emma noticed that the arrow seemed to be a little away from the puppet. According to the shape, it should be suspended in the air, because there were no support points around.

What kind of installation art is this?

How?

Emma stopped because of this, trying to carefully identify the connotation of this 'installation art', but when she approached the puppet placed on a round platform, she found that the puppet's eyes seemed to turn towards her one time……

ah? !

Emma was surprised.

At this time, the puppet seemed to really see Emma, ​​its eyes really turned around, and its right-angled mouth slowly opened.

This scene made the fear in Emma's heart flood like sea waves, and a thought surged in her, is this puppet alive? Or, people were made into puppets, and the latter thought made the hairs all over her body stand on end.

She subconsciously backed away.

But she bumped into someone right away.

Turning around in astonishment, Emma saw the white-haired old man looking at her seriously. Under the shadow, this face even looked a little scary, so with the cooperation of the previous thoughts, this expression made Emma even more horrified, and she almost cried out coming.

"It's just an installation art." Seeing the panic in her expression, the old man softened his expression and comforted her with a smile. "The theme is 'War Criminals Who Are Eternally Sanctioned'."

"It's really an installation art? Why is it called this name?" Emma thinks this explanation is also acceptable.

"Because this is the truth." The old man said, "It used to be a shameless bastard who sold his compatriots to the devil. Countless people died because of him. He should be tortured here without end, so it was made by Mr. Gao Fan himself. And put it here to warn the world."

The old man went on.

Emma followed.

She was very interested in that puppet: "Now the Siam-Russian Federation is invading Europe. Is Mr. Gaofan making such an installation art to express his accusations against the war? Will Mr. Gaofan have any new works coming out? Is he in Create themes related to anti-war, by the way, is the "Buddha" he just sold the key to this world war?"

"Miss Emma can ask the teacher in person."

At this time, the two had arrived, and the old man pushed open the door in front of him.

He pressed a button, and the wooden door slid open to the left without a sound, revealing the interior view.

It was different from the sunny studio Emma had envisioned.

It's very dark here.

A few dim lights hung down.

There are various test tubes on the table.

There was also a jar of boiling green bubbles.

An unpleasant smell filled the room.

And the one in the white coat, leaning over to check the bottle.

Nothing like Emma's imagining of an artist in a black dress painting.

He's more of a mad scientist.

Click.

In such a somewhat paradoxical scene.

A slight impact sound startled Emma.

She turned around in surprise, only to find that the door had been closed silently.

Then, the painter in a white coat looked up at her.

Hee~ The artist smiled.

That smile was... crazy!

Emma subconsciously clenched the phone in her bag.

She kind of wants to call the police.

Because the scene in front of her was completely different from what she expected.

But... the portrait of the painter is the same as in the photo.