The devil affectionately calls me a bad guy

Chapter 211: Abnormal Art Classroom

A real man has to have the courage to face the bleak facts.

Li Lin held the door handle and fell into silence, while Lu Qin's eyes twitched wildly.

This man... was silent for a full ten minutes.

"Hurry in!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Qin raised her foot and kicked Li Lin's waist hard, trying to kick Li Lin directly in. Feeling a huge force coming from behind, Li Lin immediately screamed and rolled out with a tactical roll.

"I can go in by myself! Don't force me!"

"Then you should go in!"

Li Lin's expression froze, his eyes flickered for a long time, then he gritted his teeth, like a soldier whose will was not so firm before rushing to a battlefield where he would die, he pushed open the door of the art classroom and stepped into the blocked art classroom.

The breeze brushed across his face and Li Lin's eyes widened slightly. It was just a small art classroom, but he felt like he was at a world art exhibition. There were lifelike portraits and photo-quality landscapes. Perhaps in the end, they were not satisfied with the size of the drawing paper and started painting directly on the wall.

Of course, most students who do this will be severely punished by the school, but Hua Tiantian is not an ordinary student. Although he does not know much about art, it is precisely because he does not know much about art that he can express his heartfelt emotion that the painting is so beautiful.

Lu Qin frowned. She originally thought that the blocked art classroom contained some extremely outrageous and horrifying paintings, but it was unexpectedly very good. But... why did that chill still not disappear?

Li Lin looked towards the window, where there was a statue the size of a person. The figure he had seen in the office before was probably that one.

"There's nothing strange about it," Lu Qin suppressed the strangeness in her heart and came to the conclusion.

But Li Lin did not answer her. Instead, he walked to the statue like a possessed man, staring at the statue in front of him with extremely deep eyes.

In this art classroom, this statue is extremely conspicuous, not just because it is the only statue, but also because of the content of the sculpture.

All the paintings here, including those on the walls, are either figures or landscapes. They are extremely refreshing and do not leave much room for thought. However, this statue is different.

This is a statue of a girl, but the girl's body is bound by chains. Three pairs of arms extend from her back, one pair covers her ears, one pair covers her mouth, and one pair covers her eyes.

"Don't listen, don't speak, don't look," Li Lin subconsciously stretched out his hand and gently touched the statue's cheek with his fingers.

Although the three pairs of hands almost completely covered the girl's face, he could still be sure that this was a beautiful girl.

As for why he was so sure, maybe it was the intuition of a scumbag, or maybe it was the mysterious filter he had for the talented girl from the art department, anyway, he was so sure.

"What do you see from this statue?" Lu Qin blinked and moved closer to Li Lin's side. She looked up and down at the statue in front of her and said subconsciously, "How pitiful."

Poor... huh?

Indeed, most people will have such thoughts at first glance.

"The meaning of this statue is very clear. She is bound here and is not allowed to see anything else, hear anything else, or say anything else." Li Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his fingers slowly slid down the statue's slender neck. "This kind of development is quite common. Because of a certain talent, one is forced to stay in a certain place, not allowed to see anything else, not allowed to hear anything else, and even not allowed to say that he doesn't want to continue."

"Yeah, that's why I fed you! Where did you touch your hands?!"

Lu Qin blushed and slapped away Li Lin's hand which had unknowingly slid to the chest of the statue.

"Why are you so excited? It's just a statue," Li Lin said, shaking his hands. "Are you that kind of person?"

"No one would tolerate such a thing! You even spared the statue!"

"I just want to feel the thoughts of the sculptor, Hua Tiantian, from the traces of the sculpture. Don't think too much about it," Li Lin curled his lips, squatted down, and touched the thighs of the statue with both hands, gently stroking up and down, nodding seriously while touching, "Yeah, I feel it, Hua Tiantian's thoughts, yeah, I see..."

You felt a fart...

Lu Qin's eyes twitched wildly. Her intuition told her that Li Lin had nothing in his head and was just trying to figure out the difference in feel between a statue's legs and a real person's legs.

But in order to prevent Li Lin from biting back, "You think I'm a pervert just because you're a pervert and everyone looks like a pervert to you," Lu Qin suppressed the speechlessness in her heart and asked softly with a forced smile.

"What do you feel?"

Li Lin's body trembled, and his hands, which were stroking the statue's thighs at a very fast speed, froze in place. His eyes flickered, and he stood up hesitantly, "Well..."

"Don't tell me..."

Lu Qin raised her hand and slapped it on Li Lin's shoulder, her smile starting to grow brighter, "You didn't feel anything except the feel of the statue."

"Cough cough cough-"

Li Lin coughed heavily a few times and raised his hand to gesture vigorously. "Well, this is just a guess. There is not much solid evidence."

"You're not Sherlock Holmes or even a detective, tell me!"

Lu Qin's voice suddenly turned cold, and her hair, soaked with cold water, stretched out in circles and wrapped around Li Lin's neck. If Li Lin still dared to be mysterious and beat around the bush here, although she would not strangle Li Lin to death directly, she didn't mind letting Li Lin feel what it felt like to be almost strangled to death.

"The true face of a woman hidden behind her innocent appearance is terrifying."

"speak English!"

"Wait a moment..."

Li Lin looked around and picked up a portrait.

"What do you see?"

Lu Qin snorted and glanced up and down at the portrait in Li Lin's hand. Anyone who was not completely out of touch with society would recognize this portrait, the smile of Mona Lisa.

But of course this can't be the real thing, but a very similar imitation.

"Take a closer look," Li Lin tapped the portrait with his finger meaningfully, and then pointedly passed across the corner of Mona Lisa's mouth.

Although Lu Qin was somewhat reluctant after Li Lin's suggestion, she still concentrated and began to carefully examine the smile that imitated Mona Lisa so well.

Mona Lisa's smile is not only famous because of its creator Leonardo da Vinci, but also because of its own excellence. It is an elusive smile. One glance may seem like she is smiling, but the next glance may seem like she is not. However, the Mona Lisa in this painting is smiling. No matter how you look at it, you can be sure that she is smiling. After all, it is a copy of a painting. How could it be possible to replicate that elusive smile? If only it were that simple...

The more I stared at the smile in the portrait, the more strange it felt. It seemed as if there was something hidden in that smile, something ominous.

Chapter 212: Clasping both hands and shouting “Fuck!”

Li Lin has no prejudice against people who engage in art, he just thinks that those who engage in art are not mentally normal. Ah, this does not mean to belittle those who engage in art, he just simply thinks that it is really difficult to create success with people who have normal or mediocre brains.

Generally speaking, some of the masterpieces that are praised by the world are worthless during the person's lifetime, but begin to appreciate in value after death, such as Van Gogh.

It's not that the paintings have changed, but that people's aesthetic taste has improved. This is understandable, and there are of course other possibilities. People were bored at the time, and since Van Gogh was dead, all the paintings were ownerless, so they used operating capital to drive up the prices, making the originally worthless paintings priceless.

If paintings are so expensive, they must be really awesome. If we can’t understand them, it must be our problem. So even if we think the paintings are rubbish, most people will praise them for the sake of their own face.

To put it simply...for the sake of profit, capitalists have used garbage paintings to force the public's aesthetic taste.

He had complained in art class before about why Van Gogh's paintings were so expensive. He couldn't understand what art was. The art teacher, on the other hand, used vague textbook explanations like "you are still young and don't understand" and "you are too impetuous" and talked about a lot of pioneers of modern and contemporary art.

But Li Lin realized at that time that the art teacher himself could not appreciate Van Gogh's paintings. It was just because of the buffs attached to Van Gogh's paintings. As an art teacher, he could not belittle those paintings that already had value and were killed by time.

Unfortunately, he was not a student of the art department and he took art classes just because there were art classes. So he said some things mercilessly at the time, which made the art teacher embarrassed.

These are just some simple examples. The value that true artists can bring is huge, but it is so hard to obtain and requires time to accumulate. And once they are formed, it is difficult for them to keep making money, just like those old actors. Moreover, the public's aesthetic taste will be infinitely raised, which is fatal to capital.

But there is no problem with this. What capital is best at is to seep in from all kinds of corners like water, dilute the original quality, and use all kinds of resources to lower the public's elevated aesthetic taste.

Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa looks amazing at first glance, and the sketch of a big tree is so detailed that it is visible to the naked eye. Even an ordinary person like him can only clasp his hands together and shout "Wow!". It is simply a textbook-like high-quality painting. As for Van Gogh's Sunflowers, to be honest, he still thinks that it is a work at the level of an elementary school student.

As for why sunflowers are so expensive...

It's nothing more than the hype behind the capital leading those who know nothing to interpret it in a critical way, and then a group of people start to imitate, causing the aesthetics to begin to distort, from hardcore high quality to all kinds of artistic conception.

Just like the young actors nowadays, their acting skills and hard work are far below those of the veteran actors, but they can still influence the public traffic.

The public enjoys the pleasure of digging up treasures, picking them up with their own hands, and then... smashing them to pieces.

Hua Tiantian is probably that kind of high-quality artist, whose paintings are so fine that they are visible to the naked eye. He doesn't need the capitalists to whisper in his ear like a devil to tell him what's so awesome about this painting or what it means. When he first looks at it, he will clasp his hands together and shout, "Wow, that's awesome."

Then the second glance is...

Li Lin reached out and touched the corner of Hua Tiantian's Mona Lisa's mouth, who was smiling unconcealedly.

Touching the painting directly is fatal to it, but Hua Tiantian is, after all, just a highly skilled and award-winning college student rather than a socially recognized great painter. The painting in his hand is not a masterpiece but an imitation of a famous painting, so there is no protective measure such as placing it on a stand where the air is sucked out.

"Kakaka-"

With an extremely subtle shattering sound, the paint fell piece by piece under Li Lin's fingernails.

Lu Qin felt her heart tighten and she subconsciously straightened up. She had clearly become an abnormal existence in this world called a ghost. Logically, she should be the only one who could influence others, but she saw an extremely absurd hallucination.

As Li Lin moved, the paint on the Mona Lisa's smile was constantly peeled off. Tiny cracks appeared on the painting on the wall of the art classroom, and large pieces of paint were peeled off. The refreshing forest painting had a strange luster overflowing from it because of the peeling of paint. In the luster, twisted tentacles were spreading along the wall little by little. The upright cracks were like eyelids opening, and the sight was cast at her from an unknown place.

Something is wrong here.

Her soul was screaming, urging her to escape from this ominous place, but her body was bound tightly in place. She could only stare at the cracks that kept opening with a tingling scalp.

"Hey--"

Li Lin's call made Lu Qin's body tremble violently and she escaped from the horrible illusion.

"Are you okay?" Li Lin looked at Lu Qin, who was gasping for breath while holding her chest, with a subtle expression, "She looks like she's seen a ghost."

"What the hell!" Lu Qin looked around and saw nothing had changed. The wall was still painted with the refreshing forest picture. She cursed subconsciously.

"Aren't you a ghost?" Li Lin's expression became even more subtle.

Lu Qin's face turned pale.

If she were a human, she would probably think that she had an illusion for some reason, such as the paints in these paintings contained toxic substances and she inhaled a lot of them without knowing it, causing fatal hallucinations.

But she is a ghost!

Although the mouth opened and closed, it didn't take in any air. And why didn't this man have any hallucinations?

So it was certain that it was not her illusion just now. The drawing on the wall was covered on something extremely strange. Because she was a ghost, even if there was paint covering it, she could still feel part of its true appearance.

"Nothing..." Lu Qin took a deep breath and floated towards the nearest wall. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her right hand tremblingly and touched the paint on the wall.

Absolutely, it’s not an illusion!

"I advise you not to touch it. If you're not careful, you might get twisted into something weird."

Li Lin's deep voice made Lu Qin feel as if she was in an icy abyss for a moment, and her fingers froze before she could draw the picture.

"You, saw..." Lu Qin turned to Li Lin stiffly.

In Li Lin's eyes, this should be just an ordinary drawing.

Chapter 213: Weird Painting

Before the refreshing forest drawing, Lu Qin floats there, and her beautiful appearance complements the forest drawing.

"Maybe you should stay inside that painting," Li Lin sighed subconsciously.

Under normal circumstances, Lu Qin might still be in the mood to grumble to Li Lin, but when she thought about the scene she had seen before, which was definitely not an illusion, she felt a chill.

Only a psychopath would want to stay in this painting.

Lu Qin floated towards Li Lin with a grim face, keeping as much distance from the wall as possible. She felt that if she stood there, she might be dragged in at the next moment.

"So, what did you mean just now? You told me not to touch the wall. You must have some reasons. If you just want to scare me, this matter will not just pass." Lu Qin rubbed her arms vigorously and grinned at Li Lin, "You can forget about having a good sleep tonight."

"Hmph - Classmate Lu Qin, do you think that it is the shape of the soul that determines the posture of the body, or is it the posture of the body that determines the appearance of the soul?" Li Lin glanced at the smile of Mona Lisa in his hand and laughed meaningfully.

"You might as well just ask me which came first, the chicken or the egg."

Lu Qin's expression was still stiff. It seemed that Li Lin was asking some strange questions to ease the atmosphere, but she always had a feeling that Li Lin was laying the groundwork for a big bomb, otherwise he would not have strictly refused to let her see the painting in his hand.

"It's different, because a person's body and soul are born at the same time," Li Lin flicked the painting in his hand, "because the environment in which the body is located determines the posture of the soul."

"That means the body comes first and then the soul," Lu Qin was a little annoyed, and the ominous premonition was becoming stronger and stronger.

"To be precise, the soul is confined in a module called the body. You should be able to feel it, a sense of free growth, no longer bound."

Lu Qin frowned. Although her body was not dead, it was now completely separated from her body. Her thoughts were growing or expanding rapidly. Even if she wanted to return to her original body now, she might not be able to get in.

"But on the other hand, this kind of physical restriction can ensure that you won't notice anything you shouldn't notice," Li Lin smiled brightly and turned the painting in his hand to Lu Qin, "What do you feel?"

The elegant smile gradually collapsed, and the noble but not arrogant eyes opened from the middle. The paint residue fell like rain. Mona Lisa was still smiling, but her smile was a little bold and obvious. The clown-like makeup tore apart the vague smile, allowing everyone to clearly understand that she was smiling.

The mountains in the background are still mountains, but the edges of the mountains have many irregular twisting curves that seem to be left by painting errors. The water is still water, but there are densely packed small dots in it. If you look closely, that is...

Human head.

Faces seemed to be dragged by something, unable to escape the water, struggling with hideous expressions. Those irregular defects that looked like painting errors were also people, standing on the mountain and performing a creepy ritual. Those people in the water were all sacrifices.

So what role does the woman, who occupies the largest part of the painting, play in this crazy and horrifying scene?

A believer, a sacrifice, or perhaps... a being summoned by this evil ritual.

Lu Qin just felt creepy. As a ghost, she should be the most terrifying existence in the world, but now she wanted to scream and run away because of a picture within a picture by a sick art student. Obviously... Hua Tiantian, who drew this picture, is also a part of her body, but she can't feel any sense of security.

"What do you feel?" Li Lin continued to ask softly, as if he didn't notice Lu Qin's nervousness.

"Those who play with art... are all crazy," Lu Qin turned her face away in panic.