Chapter 458 Two Children (asking for guaranteed monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) The figure looked to be about seven or eight years old, dressed like a little gentleman, with blond hair, brown eyes, chubby cheeks, and a slightly honest temperament. It was Baron Brinell's godson, the strange little boy Ludwig. Ludwig was admiring a painting of donuts on the wall when he suddenly noticed someone was looking at him. He turned quickly and spotted Lumian. Lumian smiled and said in a teasing tone: "Running away from home again?" "No." Ludwig was very calm this time. "I just told my godfather that learning cannot be limited to the knowledge in textbooks. It is equally important to read more, listen more, and be exposed to other things." “And he brought you to the exhibition?” Lumian glanced around but didn’t see Baron Brinell. He felt that the guy in front of him seemed to have grown a little in terms of intelligence and knowledge, and could even come up with the same reasons he had used before. This shows that learning is really useful to him! Ludwig nodded and said: "yes. "It is also very important for a child to develop an eye for appreciating art from an early age."
Lumian said with a "tsk". "Then you don't have to look at textbooks today, don't have to do homework, and don't have to worry about exams?" "It's a bonus." Ludwig answered with a happy smile on his face. There is growth, but not much... Lumian made a fair assessment in his mind. At this time, Brinell, wearing a silk hat and a black suit, walked over from the other side of the exhibition hall. "Aren't you worried that he might get lost?" Lumian asked sarcastically. As a "conspirator", he keenly discovered something unusual in this detail. Given the anxiety and nervousness Brinell had shown when Ludwig ran away from home twice before, he shouldn't have left the child alone in the exhibition hall! Brinell smiled and said: "Ludwig has been behaving very well recently and has not tried to run away from home again. He was very focused on appreciating the paintings just now, so I didn't take him with me when I went to the bathroom to avoid interrupting his state." It sounds like something an irresponsible parent would do, but you weren't like this before, Baron. I cautiously suspect that you did it on purpose... leaving Ludwig alone in the exhibition hall to see what this weird kid would do? Haha, you don't have to worry about him. You need to worry about the visitors around you. If this guy gets hungry and you don't provide food in time, I'm afraid someone will be eaten... Lumian made guesses while complaining in his heart. He felt that Baron Brinell had other purposes in arranging this art exhibition, just like taking an experienced hound to a specific occasion, letting go of its leash, and seeing if it would track down some prey... After answering Lumian's question, Baron Brinell, who was carrying a bulging briefcase, looked at Ludwig: "Write an essay about participating in the exhibition when you return, detailing your feelings and the works that impressed you the most." Ludwig's expression fell. Lumian was not surprised at all, as he was a man with a lot of experience. He stopped chatting with Baron Brinell and Ludwig and continued looking at the paintings, focusing on whether there was a hotel-like building in the corresponding work, whether there was a nude model named Safari, and whether it would have a certain impact on the visitors' spirit and the surrounding environment. Unfortunately, after visiting three small exhibition halls, he did not find any works worth noting. Instead, the "Café" painted by Malen with his butt was surrounded by a large number of tourists, who received both praise and criticism. Lumian stood in the last exhibition hall, thought for a moment, and once again took out the pair of brown gold-rimmed glasses. Since neither the naked eye nor the "clairvoyant vision" can reveal any substantial problems, let's try the "mystery-peeping glasses" which are most likely to belong to the same method! Lumian put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, endured the dizziness as if the sky and the earth were spinning, and focused on the scenes within his "sight".
Every painting here seemed to be detached from the wall and was revolving around him. Some of the characters in the paintings looked at Lumian with cold eyes. Lumian was startled at first, thinking that there were abnormalities in all the works of art with characters painted here and that the situation was very serious, but then he realized that he was not attacked. The different characters in the different paintings just looked at him, looked at him quietly, looked at him coldly. They seem to have a certain consciousness and a sense of being alive, but they are not fully alive enough to walk out of the canvas. Lumian suddenly had some realization: This is another reality seen through the "secret glasses". Perhaps every painting shows reality at some level of the world, but they are thin, flat, and low-level, unable to have enough impact on humans and the spiritual world. There are only a few exceptions. For example, some works will make people mentally confused or anxious if they are viewed for a long time. And "Painter" may be able to enhance the ability of these low-level, flat things to interact with the human world, and open up a channel for them to enter reality! In other words, the characters in ordinary paintings may have incomplete, compressed, and lacking spiritual consciousness in the low-level, flat and thin world, which is now presented by the "mysterious glasses". Likewise, Lumian saw another truth, which was the revelation of the painter's deepest creative intentions. One of the paintings originally depicted Trier in the future. It was divided into two layers. On the ground, there were men and women in gorgeous clothes attending a banquet, and underground, there were ragged people crawling in dark tunnels, eating earthworms, mice and moss. In the "secret glasses", Lumian saw fat pigs with oily mouths on the ground, and underground there were hideous and distorted faces and rotten hands reaching up. This is what the painter really wants to express. The next second, Lumian saw Baron Brinell and his godson Ludwig. The former looked nothing special in the "Secret Spectacles", except that he emitted a faint brass-colored glow, while the latter suddenly turned his head, as if looking back at Lumian across two exhibition halls. The skin on that chubby, slightly honest face began to wriggle as if it was about to fall off, and it seemed as if something was about to come out from underneath. Lumian's heart tightened and he instinctively took off his "secret-seeing glasses". The scene in his sight returned to normal in an instant. There really is something wrong with that Ludwig guy... Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I might have seen something I shouldn't have seen... Lumian felt dizzy, and his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, so light that he had nowhere to put his weight. He had always known that the little boy Ludwig was abnormal and quite weird, but he didn't expect that this guy would give him such a strong sense of danger. It remains to be seen whether the honest and cute little boy is a real human being or not! Ugh... Lumian wore the "secret-seeing glasses" for too long this time, and he felt uncomfortable all over. Although the dizziness had subsided, he still felt extremely nauseous, with stomach cramps, and wanted to vomit and have diarrhea. This is something that even the "conspirator" cannot resist. He took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom adjacent to the three exhibition halls. It is located at the bottom of a very deep corridor, with statues and paintings hanging on both sides, which is very consistent with the name of Trier Art Center. Lumian rushed into the bathroom and took care of his own problem. After washing his face with cold water, he finally came back to life with no obvious adverse reactions. Walking out of the bathroom, Lumian naturally turned his gaze to the opposite wall. There are several paintings arranged in sequence. One of the paintings was both terrifying and strange, causing Lumian to take a closer look: It was an oil painting with a colorful and layered background, and the main part was a naked woman.
The woman's face is very blurry, as if the painter deliberately left it blank. In contrast, the woman's body is covered with clear faces, some of which are angry, some hateful, some vicious, some happy, some come from cats, some from dogs, and some seem to exist only in fantasy. The common point is that they are all translucent but real enough. Lumian looked at the painting and suddenly thought of something: Although Gabriel acted normal during his visit to the exhibition, this was only what the writers said; they did not follow the gentleman all the time, for example, when he went to the bathroom! ………… Market Avenue, Old Pigeon Cage Theatre. As soon as Janna walked out, she saw a familiar figure standing under the gas lamp pole across the street. It was a little boy, wearing a white shirt, a silver vest, a black jacket with a mercury bow tie, and his light yellow hair was combed neatly. The kid who brought me good luck last time... that very powerful Beyonder! Janna was surprised and stunned, but she instinctively crossed the street and walked to the side of the little boy. She lowered her body slightly and asked with a smile: "Are you waiting for me?" The little boy glanced at her and muttered: "It's not me who's waiting for you, it's you who's waiting for me. You met me earlier than any other choice." What's the matter this time? For the upcoming disaster, what good luck is given to me to discover? Janna's thoughts raced as she asked casually: "Didn't you say last time that this direction was a bit dangerous? Why are you coming here this time?" The little boy answered seriously: "That day was that day, and today is today. Just because it was a little dangerous that day doesn't mean it's dangerous today." "Okay..." Janna smiled tentatively, "Do you want me to help you buy you an ice cream?" The little boy sighed long and adult-like: "It's something else. I'll pay for it." Reward, give me good luck? Janna had a vague guess, but she didn't ask what the reward was, and asked directly: "What's the deal?" The little boy reached into his pocket, took out a golden coin, and answered the question irrelevantly: "It will be your reward, a lucky gold coin." PS: Ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)