There were not many light sources in the dim cabin, and the light bulb above the head was shaking, emitting an obscure light.
In such an environment, the paintings on the walls seemed even more bizarre, and those disgusting eyes seemed to be staring nakedly at the intruders.
It also makes the artist who created such a weird painting look particularly distorted.
Of course Wilson noticed something strange, but he didn't show much of it. Instead, he looked at these paintings with a critical eye again, carefully looking at every detail on them.
He had never seen that strange twisted humanoid monster. Maybe some fantasy illustrations had tried to depict something similar before time travel, but there were not many similarities. Wilson couldn't tell what kind of creature it was, nor was he familiar with it.
Those monsters or cosmic beings, they are more like ghosts crawling out of the ground.
These paintings showed a world that he knew nothing about, or had only heard of. This was an excellent opportunity for him to collect information.
This world showed him more things, how could he not take advantage of them.
He spoke slightly curiously, still maintaining his enthusiasm: "Most of you seem to be describing these strange creatures. I would like to know what kind of existence these wonderful creatures are."
The painter gave a short laugh, and raised his eyebrows slightly in satisfaction, with clear pride appearing on his slightly degraded face: "I can guarantee, brother, you are asking the right person when you ask me. Most of them
Ordinary people are like ostriches burying their heads in the sand, afraid to see the world with their own eyes."
"In fact, they exist near us and are closely related to the long history. You can see them in many places. If you see weird gaps or caves in the subway station, please don't be surprised. That place may be connected.
To the cemetery."
The painter led Wilson to a painting in high spirits. The name of this painting was "Once Upon a Time on the Subway."
"Wow."
Wilson couldn't help but whisper softly.
Boston's subway can be said to have a long history, having been put into use as early as 1897. Even people of this era don't think it is a new thing. In his impression, this kind of severely degenerated and hateful monster seems to
It is incompatible with the modern background.
But this work integrates them well, making people feel seriously uneasy. A large group of filthy and disgusting things crawled out from some unknown catacombs, passed through a crack in the ground, and got on Boyi
The platform of the Stone Street Underground Station began to attack the crowds of people crowded together on the platform. The panic and distorted faces of the crowd were vividly depicted.
It even made Wilson wonder whether the subway station had really been attacked by these things.
However, if something like this really happened, it would arouse people's high vigilance and might even become an urban legend. Wilson had not heard of similar rumors near the subway station.
After all, artistic creation comes from life and is higher than life. If they are drawn exactly according to what actually happened, wouldn't it become a photo?
Wilson's eyebrows frowned slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
In his perception, the painter in front of him is still a human being, but some places are starting to resemble the things in the painting.
But the reason and enthusiasm displayed by this painter really do not seem like a monster lacking in humanity.
Wilson felt that he was a good man with a good temper, but he was overly enthusiastic about certain things, such as the twisted and terrifying art in front of him, and the unique charm of the old buildings that he longed for.
It may even be a bit too naive in some aspects. I don’t know if it is because these artists are very naive. Wilson just used some very simple words and recognized his works, and he was almost regarded as a confidant by the painter.
He introduced his work happily.
Of course, at first, Wilson just thought these paintings were interesting and realistic, but as he gradually discovered what was hidden behind them, he became more and more interested in these paintings.
It has to be said that pictures are indeed an excellent carrier for conveying information. Even people who don’t know a word can appreciate the meaning that a picture can express.
Among the paintings on display, Wilson saw scenes of things eating and celebrating in the cemetery, carnivals of witches and monsters, and some revealing the customs of some weird people.
Fortunately, after experiencing a large amount of information before the time travel, Wilson had never seen anything like this. Even after time travel, after accepting the stinking hell of Cilizan, his resistance to these disgusting and abhorrent things has increased infinitely.
.
Not to mention he can also transform into Ultraman.
These things just seemed to taste a bit strong and didn't have much impact on him.
only……
Wilson was still a little confused.
He didn't know if this weirdness was his enemy.
It can be seen from those paintings that there is some kind of special order among them. Is their food more focused on the corpses in the cemetery? Maybe some paintings will depict those monsters staring at humans eagerly.
Wilson initially tended to treat these things as some kind of wild beasts, but to some extent they seemed to have their own social form of communication.
Not sure, check it out again.
At this time, the painter lit the lamp in the next room, politely helped hold the door, and asked Wilson if he was interested in viewing some of his "new works."
Wilson readily agreed.
As they strolled down the damp and dark steps, the painter sighed:
"Many people will feel fear after seeing my paintings. They can't help but tremble at the unknown things. Those art clubs are not willing to exhibit my works at all. I am very happy to meet someone like you tonight.
A gentleman of excellent taste."
"You can't blame them." Wilson smiled. "Human beings are always afraid of the unknown. Ultimately, this is because the unknown can cause endless uneasiness."
"Little people naturally hope to find some sense of security. This is what happens when they come out of the mother's body. We cry loudly because we have come to this strange and cruel world."
The painter thought thoughtfully: "What you said makes sense, but it seems that you don't have much anxiety or fear?"
"All fear comes from lack of firepower." Wilson's expression remained unchanged.
Why should he be afraid? If Pelliao's light were to strike, the whole of Boston would be destroyed, not to mention the weirdness here.