"Sir, I'm sorry, this is Mr. Dewen's private studio and is not open to the public..."
Just when Fang Xian was about to leave, a group of people came over, and a staff member headed by them quickly stepped forward and said.
"Oh, I was a little immersed in the great works of art and lost my way...I'm sorry..." Fang Xian apologized politely and turned around to leave.
"Roca!"
Stewart and Charla were also among this group of people. They surrounded Devon and seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Dewen, this is the friend I just mentioned and want to introduce to you - Rocca...an outstanding writer."
Xia La introduced both parties enthusiastically.
"Hello, Mr. Rocca."
Dewen smiled and said hello.
"Just call me Luo Ka, Mr. Dewen." Fang Xian had to stop and sighed secretly in his heart.
This Charla and Stewart really dig in wherever there is an abnormal situation.
"Roka, do you want to visit my private studio?"
Dewen seemed to be in poor spirits. Only when he mentioned work and his own works, his eyes became full of enthusiasm: "The works you saw before are far from great..."
"Wouldn't it be too intrusive?"
Fang Xian turned his head and looked at the door.
Swish! Swish!
In his ears, there seemed to be the sound of some insect twisting its body.
Smooth, twisted, disgusting...
It seems that behind this door, there is an unspeakable horror lurking.
"No, no... I originally wanted to show my new friends my studio. There are no private or precious items in it, only a semi-finished product."
Dewen is reserved and authentic.
"That's such an honor...I mean...I can't wait..." Xia La covered her lips with her hands and let out a surprised laugh.
"Haha, please."
Dewen took out a bunch of brass keys, found one, and unlocked the studio door.
What appeared in front of everyone was a small studio.
The surrounding wooden shelves are filled with plaster, tool hammers, carving knives and other carving utensils.
There are some papers piled haphazardly on the ground, stained with lime and other colored seasonings, and in the corner, there are some abandoned sculptures.
Most of them are incomplete semi-finished products.
There is a woman with a broken arm, a man with only half a face, a child with a strange smile... At first glance, it gives people a horrifying atmosphere, as if a pile of real human body parts have been randomly discarded in a garbage dump.
"oh!"
"Is this the sculptor's studio? I think we have something worth bragging about at the reception..."
Xia La and several women looked at everything around them curiously, and finally looked at the center of the studio.
There is also a sculpture there, covered with a layer of white cloth.
Fang Xian lowered his head slightly, as if admiring the white spots on the ground. In fact, his inspiration had been strongly touched.
'The scary thing behind the door is the half-finished sculpture covered with white cloth?'
In his eyes, that layer of white cloth seemed to cover up endless terror, and thousands of worms seemed to be crawling underneath.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you a truly great work of art, although it is only half completed..."
Dewen became strangely excited, grabbed the white cloth, and gently opened it.
What appeared in everyone's eyes was a half-finished portrait of an old man.
Gray-white stone-like plaster forms the main body of the old man's head, perfectly presenting every detail according to a true one-to-one ratio.
The old man's facial features are deep, with some plaster edges and corners, which are blurry and not completely formed.
But his hair was unruly and his beard was long and hanging down, with a weird twist and thick lines, like worms.
Overall, this is a strange image with a vague face, and a beard and hair that are like worms that are constantly climbing, squirming, twisting, and knotting.
The old man's mouth was wide open, and his tongue had not yet finished carving.
But in Fang Xian's eyes, the old man's head seemed to come to life, and the unfinished tongue also turned into a thick and wriggling flesh worm...
"Giant... worm... hymn..."
Some strange words have appeared in his mind.
It seems that with just a pen, a line of poetry can be created on the spot.
'No...can't be here.'
Fang Xian lowered his head and did not look at the stone sculpture. His spirit suddenly calmed down a lot: 'It is definitely a supernatural force... but it feels a little different from the 'bird with broken wings'...'
"this……"
Facts have proved that it is difficult for ordinary people to accept this work.
Even if it's just unfinished, some women feel a little uncomfortable.
"This work is called - 'Worm Man'... It is inspired by some manuscripts left by Mr. Keplow, the greatest sculptor in history."
Dewen's introduction is generally authentic: "I obtained some of them and got inspiration from them by studying them. What do you think?"
"Is it that Master Kailuo who had an ominous old age?"
An old man obviously has a lot of research on this: "I remember that the last work of Master Kepro seemed to be related to insects... But it is a pity that in history, the sculpture of doom was sealed or sealed after it was completed.
It was destroyed, and the photos were not even published in newspapers... I still saw some corresponding introductions from a gentleman's private diary... It is said that the work makes people feel that they have seen greatness and realize their own
Small……"
He looked at the half-finished stone carving, his expression gradually becoming a little obsessed: "It's like this...it turns out to be like this..."
'A fool who noticed his sanity dropped.'
Fang Xian remembered the image of this old man, and was going to ask for his name when he went back, so that the investigator could come and read the water meter.
Immediately, he noticed that the eyes of the people around him gradually changed from disgust.
With some curiosity and some exploration.
Maybe it won't be long before all these looks turn into fanaticism.
Even Stewart and Charla had expressions of obsession at this time, as if the worms that made up their hair and beards were such beautiful beings.
"Ahem!"
Fang Xian came over and bumped into Stewart hard: "Stewart!"
"Hmm? What's wrong? My friend?"
Stewart dealt with it casually, unwilling to take his eyes away from the sculpture.
"I feel that we have disturbed Mr. Dewen for too long and cannot affect other people's work and exhibitions...especially Xia La."
Fang Xian deliberately provoked the person Stewart cared about.
His month-long assault psychology training was not in vain.
"Yes, and Shara."
Stewart finally moved his eyes away from the statue and saw the obsessed Chara. A sour taste suddenly appeared in his heart: "We should leave, yes, we should leave... No, let me take another look.