Liu Bin sat quietly on the chair in the studio. The custom-made chair was exquisitely crafted and shaped like a throne made of piled bones.
Genius, artist, founder of the art of death. This may be the evaluation that most people would place on him. He is highly praised by some specific circles, and he fully agrees with this.
No, he even thinks he's still underestimated.
He sat in the throne of bones, intoxicated by his series of great creations in the studio. The walls around him were covered with his paintings, and there were bloody sculptures that collided with each other in the corners of the house. The dim light made the room
There is a gloomy atmosphere here, but it becomes the perfect embellishment for these disturbing and weird artworks.
In fact, few people in this world can truly understand him. His great and transcendent brain cannot be understood by ordinary people, even those ardent fans who admire his works highly.
Death, this is the only thing he appreciates in the world.
The moment when life withers away, from living things to dead things, and the sound of death when the last breath is taken, it is the most wonderful thing he has discovered in nature, and it is also a beauty that cannot be matched by man-made creations.
"Grandmaster?"
There was a knock on the door outside the studio.
"come in."
A young man appeared at the door. He cautiously leaned out half of his body, smiled sheepishly, and waved to Liu Bin.
"Sorry I'm late, there's a traffic jam on the road"
"It's okay." Liu Bin showed a warm smile, "What's your name?"
"Oh, my name is Ji Zhen." The young man said, "It's a great honor to have the opportunity to come to your studio to observe."
He is one of Liu Bin's loyal fans and never misses every exhibition of Liu Bin's works. He got lucky at an event a day ago and was spotted by Liu Bin. The latter privately invited him to his
Studio visit, today.
Liu Bin sat in a chair and gestured to the exhibits in the room in front of him.
"What do you think of them?"
Ji Zhen followed his gaze and turned around, wandering around among the creepy works, showing an approving smile.
"Unparalleled." He said, "Although there are many people who cannot understand the master's works, it is just from a secular perspective. They do not understand what real beauty is, the collision of life and death, and the tension of life expressed through horror.
, using the moment of death to set off the life that people usually take for granted seems particularly precious."
“Making life seem precious?”
Liu Bin smiled and made no comment. He stood up, came to a place in the shadow of the studio, and opened a hidden door.
Ji Zhen showed a surprised expression: "The master's studio is actually hidden here."
"Yes. This is my personal little world. I have collected some private exhibits that are never made public." Liu Bin said with a smile, "You are very popular with me, kid. Do you want to come in and take a look?"
Ji Zhen was overjoyed and thanked him hurriedly. He followed Liu Bin into the darkroom, and the latter closed the door.
This room was even darker than the studio outside, and the atmosphere seemed even more gloomy. There was no light, and the only light source came from the open skylight on the roof. The stars and the moon made the entire space pale and dim.
Ji Zhen squinted his eyes and managed to see clearly a work on the wall with the help of the faint light.
The exquisite gold picture frame is framed by a shocking work that is almost difficult to describe in words. It depicts a lifelike death, a corpse with ferocious limbs, its fingers spread out and looking forward in despair, and its face is frozen at the opposite side.
The fear of death and the desire for life.
It looked so realistic that the hands and head seemed to be sticking out of the frame, like Sadako emerging from the screen.
Wait, something is wrong.
In the darkness, Ji Zhen took two steps closer to see the work more clearly. But the moment he saw it clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank and his breathing seemed to be cut off.
It was as if he suddenly realized something extremely terrifying.
Click.
That was the sound of the door being locked.
Ji Zhen shuddered and turned his head stiffly to look behind him. He saw Liu Bin standing by the locked door. His expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but the blurry outline seemed to be twisted into a ferocious evil ghost.
"I have devoted the first half of my life to the pursuit of this ultimate art." Liu Bin said slowly, "I studied sculpture, studied painting skills, and tried to use various means to preserve various moments of death in the form of art. These efforts have provided
I brought great wealth and a prominent reputation, but it was unable to satisfy my ever-expanding needs."
"Great Master?" Ji Zhen asked with a trembling voice.
"Shh~ don't interrupt me." Liu Bin said softly, "Later on, I felt more and more that my desire to create could not be suppressed. The creation of paintings and sculptures, no matter how much we pursue reality, after all, they are essentially false.
of.
It was at this time that God gave me this gift, which allowed me to acquire the most authentic art that truly preserves the moment of death forever."
He reached out and casually grabbed the outstretched arm in a painting hanging on the wall next to him.
Then he actually pulled a twisted corpse out of the painting.
Ji Zhen wanted to scream, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.
"A group of guys called [Electronic Wizards] discovered me. They gave me resources and shelter, so that I could complete my work invisibly.
They said that my ability is phase transformation. It doesn't matter anymore. In short, now I can freeze living people into my works, and they will die the moment they are sealed in, and that moment will be preserved forever.
In my showcase”
As he spoke, he came closer step by step. Every step was like a slap in the darkness, and every slap made it harder to breathe.
Ji Zhen sat down on the ground, feeling as if his soul had been grabbed. The shadow he once respected in front of him was twisted into a ferocious monster, as if it had truly become the representative of some kind of death, and it was like an inescapable figure.
The curse is pressing harder and harder.
His legs were still out of control, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up and escape. But his throat finally came to life, and he let out a series of miserable screams.
Liu Bin showed a proud sneer in the darkness.
He just likes this. The more frightened and fearful he is, the more perfect death can result. This is always the most fascinating part of his hunting journey.
Liu Bin even deliberately slowed down and waited for him to finish shouting, as if he was enjoying the moment.
He chuckled and said: "Just scream. No one will come even if your throat is broken by screaming."
Halfway through, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow cast on the skylight from the corner of my eye.
Liu Bin was stunned, followed the shadow and looked up outside the skylight.
Then he also saw an extremely terrifying scene that caused him to suffer cardiopulmonary arrest.