Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

The figure looked seven or eight years old, dressed like a young gentleman, with yellow hair, brown eyes, fleshy cheeks, and a slightly honest temperament. He was the godson of Baron Brignel, that strange little boy Ludwig.

Ludwig was admiring a painting of donuts on the wall when he suddenly noticed someone looking at him.

He turned around quickly and found Lumian.

Lumian smiled and said in a joking 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 see more, listen more and be exposed to other things.

Then he took you to see the art exhibition? Lumian looked around and did not find Baron Brignel.

He felt that the IQ and knowledge of the guy in front of him seemed to have grown a little, and he could actually 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 appreciation of art from an early age.”

Lumian clicked his tongue and said, Then you don't have to read textbooks, do homework, or worry about exams today?

It's incidental. Ludwig replied, a smile full of happiness appeared on his face unconsciously.

There has been growth, but not much... Lumian made a pertinent assessment in his mind.

At this time, Brignel, wearing a silk top hat and a black formal suit, walked over from the other side of the exhibition hall.

Aren't you worried about him getting lost? Lumian asked mockingly.

As a conspirator, he keenly discovered some anomalies in this detail.

Based on the anxiety and nervousness shown by Brignel when Ludwig ran away from home twice before, he should not have left this child alone in the exhibition hall!

Brignel smiled and said:

Ludwig has behaved very well during this period and has not tried to run away from home again. He was very attentive to admiring 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 Baron, you were never like this before. I cautiously suspect that you did it on purpose... You deliberately left Ludwig alone in the exhibition hall to take a look. What will this weird kid do? Haha, you don’t have to worry about him. What you need to worry about are the visitors around him. If this guy is hungry and you don’t provide food in time, I’m afraid someone will be eaten... Lumian While slandering, he began to make guesses.

He felt that Baron Brignier's arrangement of viewing the painting exhibition also had other purposes, like leading an experienced hunting dog to a specific occasion and letting go of its leash to see if it could track certain prey. …

After answering Lumian's question, Baron Brignel, who was carrying a bulging briefcase, looked at Ludwig:

When I get back, I will write an essay about participating in the art exhibition and talk in detail about my feelings and the most impressive works.

Ludwig's expression suddenly fell.

Lumian was not surprised at all. He was a man with rich experience.

He stopped chatting with Baron Brignel and Ludwig and continued to look at the paintings, focusing on whether there was a hotel-type building in the corresponding work, whether there was a human model of Safaree, and whether it would affect the spirit and spirit of the visitors. The surrounding environment has a certain impact.

Unfortunately, after viewing the three small exhibition halls, he found no work of note. However, the Cafe painted by Mullen with his buttocks was watched by a large number of tourists, who received both praise and slander.

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 spiritual vision can see any real problems, let's try it with the secret-peeping glasses that most likely belong to the same path!

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 seems to have detached itself from the wall and is spinning around him.

The characters in some paintings looked at Lumian with cold eyes.

Lumian was startled at first, thinking that all the works depicting figures here were abnormal and the situation was very serious, but then he realized that he had not been attacked.

Different characters in different paintings just looked at him, looked at him quietly, looked at him coldly.

They seem to have some consciousness and a feeling of being alive, but they are not fully alive and can walk out of the canvas.

Lumian suddenly had a certain realization: this was another kind of reality seen using peeping glasses.

Perhaps every painting represents reality at a certain level in the world, but they are thin, flat, and low-level, and cannot bring enough impact to humans and the spiritual world. There are only a few exceptions occasionally, such as , some works can make people insane or anxious after looking at them for a long time.

And painter may be able to enhance the ability of such low-level flat things to interact with the human world, opening a channel for them to enter reality!

In other words, the characters in ordinary paintings may have incomplete, compressed, and lacking spiritual consciousness in a low-level, flat world, which is now revealed by peeping glasses.

Similarly, Lumian also saw other realities, which were the revelation of the painter's deepest creative intentions.

One of the paintings originally depicts Trier in the future, which is divided into two floors. On the ground are men and women attending banquets and wearing rich clothes. On the ground are ragged people crawling in dark tunnels, eating earthworms, rats and moss. In the Secret Peeping Glasses, Lumian saw a fat pig with its mouth full of oil on the ground, and underneath the ground were ferocious and twisted faces and rotten hands extending upward.

This is what the painter really wants to express.

The next second, Lumian saw Baron Brignel and his godson Ludwig.

The former was nothing special in the Secret Peeping Glasses, except that his body emitted a faint brassy light, while the latter suddenly turned his head, as if he was looking back at Lumian across two exhibition halls.

On the surface of that face with baby fat and a slightly honest temperament, the skin squirmed as if it was about to shed, and something seemed to be about to come out from underneath.

Lumian felt nervous and instinctively took off his peeping glasses.

The scene in his sight returned to normal instantly.

There is indeed something wrong with that guy Ludwig... Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I might have seen something I shouldn't have seen... Lumian's head was dizzy, and his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. It's light and has nowhere to focus.

He had always known that the little boy Ludwig was abnormal and quite weird, but he never expected that this guy would give him such a strong sense of danger.

It remains to be seen whether he is a real human being or a real little boy beneath his cute and honest skin!

Ugh... Lumian wore the Peeping Glasses for too long this time and felt uncomfortable all over his body. Although the dizziness was subsided, he was still extremely nauseous, had stomach cramps, and wanted to vomit and defecate.

Even a conspirator's physique cannot resist this.

He took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom adjacent to the three exhibition halls.

It is located at the bottom of a deep corridor, lined with statues or hanging paintings, fitting the name Trier Art Center.

Lumian rushed into the bathroom and solved his own problem.

After washing his face with cold water, he finally came to life and no longer had any obvious adverse reactions.

Walking out of the bathroom, Lumian naturally turned his eyes to the opposite wall.

There are several paintings lined up there.

One of them was both horrifying and weird, causing Lumian to take a few more glances:

It was an oil painting with a colorful background and overlapping layers. The main part was a naked woman.

The woman's face is very blurry, as if the artist has deliberately left it blank. In contrast, this woman's body has clear faces one after another. Some of them are angry, some hateful, some vicious, and some happy. , some come from cats, some come from dogs, and some seem to exist only in fantasy. What they have in common is that they are all translucent but real enough.

Lumian looked at this oil painting and suddenly thought of one thing:

Although Gabriel appeared to be normal during his visit to the exhibition, this was just what the writers said. They did not follow this gentleman all the time, for example, when he went to the bathroom!

...

Market Avenue, Old Pigeon Cage Theatre.

As soon as Jian Na walked out, she saw a familiar figure standing under the gas lamp pole across the road.

It was a little boy, wearing a white shirt, a silver vest, a black coat and a mercury bow tie. His light yellow hair was neatly combed.

The kid who gave me good luck last time... that very powerful Beyonder! While Jenna was surprised and stunned, she instinctively crossed the street and walked to the side of the little boy.

She lowered her body slightly, smiled and asked, Are you waiting for me?

The little boy glanced sideways at her and muttered:

It's not me waiting for you, it's you waiting for me. You met me earlier than any other choice.

What will happen this time? For the coming disaster, give me good luck and let me discover something?

Jian Na's thoughts were spinning and she asked casually:

Didn't you say this direction was a bit dangerous last time? Why did you come here this time?

The little boy replied seriously:

That day is that day, and today is today. Just because it was dangerous that day doesn't mean it will be dangerous today.

Okay... Jenna smiled tentatively, Do you want me to help you buy an ice cream for you?

The little boy let out a long, adult sigh: It's something else, I'll pay for it.

Reward, give me good luck? Jian Na vaguely guessed, without asking what the reward was, and asked directly: What's the favor?

The little boy put his hand into his pocket, took out a golden coin, and said nonchalantly: It will be your reward, a lucky gold coin.

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