Protagonist interpretation rules

Chapter 13 Utopia

The door of memory suddenly opened, and Bai Yue finally saw the essence of this work.

A hazy picture came into his eyes.

This painting was born from the undercurrents of the deep sea.

Bai Yue saw the feminine-looking man moving his fingers. Depression and darkness became the canvas for his creation, and countless fluorescent lights were swimming around him.

As the water surged, ferocious fangs and eyes were exposed behind the fluorescent light, which turned into scarlet blood mist in the next moment. These terrifying monsters in the depths now turned into the paint of the painter's brush.

Like a god's creation, flesh and blood were laid into bricks and stones, and the outline of the Gothic-style building gradually took shape in the depths of the ocean.

"Not enough...not enough..."

The man looked at the work that was about to take shape, but his eyes showed disappointment.

Teacher Gu shook his head, his tone full of confusion and anxiety: "It's getting worse... What is missing?"

He stopped moving and fell into deep thought. The sea monsters around him who had escaped from their bad luck began to flee crazily.

"Brother Gu, is the work finished?"

At this moment, another frivolous voice came from beside the man. He turned his head and found an extra crooked line in the dark sea water.

The white lines gradually lengthened and connected into a crooked door. The seawater was pushed open. The young man with ponytail hair behind the door stuck his head out, but his face was smeared by the seawater rushing towards him. The round shape on his face The shaped sunglasses were blown away on the spot.

"Fuck! Gulu, gulu... I forgot that the depth you fell into this time is the sky and sea! Cough cough cough bah bah bah..."

The door was closed and opened again after a moment. The young man wearing a transparent respiratory mask on his head was scratching the door frame. He stretched his neck and looked at the art museum standing in the deep sea.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... He is worthy of being the sixth seat of the Utopia - the 'painter' who sketches the kingdom of heaven. The works he draws at will can surpass those national painters by several blocks."

The young man immediately gave a thumbs up and praised: "Look at these bricks, this door, this window, wow! It's amazing!"

"Your clumsy lines and disgusting tone make me sick to my stomach as always."

Teacher Gu frowned, and the man's eyes revealed a dangerous light: "Also, you should know the rules, Balance."

"Aren't the traitors of the Utopia forbidden to step into the depths for life? I didn't go in! I didn't go in! Look, my feet are still behind the door frame!"

Lao Wen Zhahuhu said, and a hint of grievance suddenly appeared on the young man's face: "And I didn't leave on my own initiative, it was the organization that drove me away..."

"No one can forgive the sin of betraying the Kingdom of Heaven. As the original Nine Seats, you were supposed to be the scale for the Kingdom of Heaven to weigh all things and establish human principles."

Gu Tianzong said softly: "The Utopia has never allowed you to take the initiative to explore the value of all living beings."

"You are right, if the price of everything in the world is destined..."

Lao Wen took the sunglasses handed by his assistant. He opened his mask and put his hands inside, covering his blood-red vertical pupils with the sunglasses.

The businessman's laughter echoed in the dark sea: "Then what surprises are there in transactions between people?"

"I don't have time to joke with you, Wen Zaiyan." The feminine man sighed: "What is the purpose of your coming here?"

"Is this painting for sale?" The young man clasped his hands together, and the old man's eyes showed hope: "I will definitely offer a good price!"

"roll."

"Oh, let's discuss it. This painting of yours has obviously failed. It obviously cannot be used as the cornerstone of the Kingdom of Heaven."

Lao Wen patted his chest and said, "It's a waste if you keep it yourself. Why not let me bring out its maximum value——"

The young man's words stopped abruptly because he saw that the other party had raised his arm.

"Okay, brother, I'll get out right now." Lao Wen quickly pulled the door back with quick eyes and hands.

The absolute blankness instantly wiped away all the color of the sea around the door, leaving a huge hole that reached into the distant sea. The turbid water began to pour upward, rolling up huge waves.Everything trembles.

The memory of the birth of "The Bird's Nest" ends here.

The dark key turned into a mark again and was branded on the young man's palm.

"Utopia...seats...and painters and scales..."

Bai Yue came back to his senses and murmured to himself, keeping the scene that just happened in his mind.

The supplier Lao Wen is indeed no ordinary person... The young man sighed inwardly.

From this point of view, the information the other party threw out before was definitely extraordinary.

After all, he was still involved in the whirlpool. Under the guidance of the first nine seats of the Utopia, the 'Nightless Golden Kingdom' may have reserved the best position for himself.

Bai Yue smiled mockingly to himself. As a bookstore owner, he was really uneasy...

"Let's go."

Bai Yue sighed and greeted the girl: "It's time to seize the hidden inspiration."

He strode forward, and the young girl's eyes suddenly opened up, and the painting finally revealed its original flesh and blood background.

Reality and illusion intersected here, and the apartment building in Lin Wannan's memory reappeared, except that all the stairs in the building were replaced with squirming flesh and blood.

With every step he took, Bai Yue could feel the heavy breathing and anger of this art museum.

Along with the undercurrent of the deep sea, countless figures and pictures of the past appeared in front of the two of them.

Heavy rain, quarrels between men and women, broken wine bottles, sticks swung by men, women’s disgusted eyes...

School, the cold eyes and ridicules of others, the boy holding the withdrawal form tightly, huddled under the tree with tears on his face...

Those shadows are all from the past of the original owner.

All this time, he has been hiding in his own world. The helpless child entrusted his body and mind to the fantasy in his dreams.

In his works, he has a gentle mother who loves him, a father who uses martial arts to protect him, and perfect lovers who accompany each other.

He created an innocent fairy tale for himself, but fell into the abyss under the bewitchment of the painter.

At this moment, Bai Yue was vaguely aware of the painter's purpose.

What Gu Tianzong needs is the low self-esteem, twisted, immature, and longing for beautiful emotions of young girls.

He will polish these emotions, catalyze these emotions, then trick them into swallowing inspiration, and finally destroy all their emotions together with their souls with his own hands in the depths of idealism.

He is pursuing perfect works.

All this is for the cornerstone of the Utopia...

However, Bai Yue didn't care about the painter's purpose at this moment. He kept moving forward along the stairs made of flesh and blood.

Although the art museum looks endlessly connected to the sky from the outside, Bai Yue knows that the height of the paintings is just an illusion.

No matter how high the tower is, no matter how big the sky is, they cannot break away from the shackles of the drawing board itself.

The surrounding scene gradually became flat, and the stairs on the left and right gradually merged into a point.

Bai Yue stood still. Under the girl's anxious gaze, the young man stretched out his hand. After a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

He touched the top of the frame, and the white lead in the bottle struggled and danced in his hands.

(End of this chapter)