Chapter 387 Manuscript
"Sir, I'm sorry, this is Mr. Devon's private studio and is not open to the public..."
Just as Fang Xian was about to leave, a group of people came over, and a staff member in the lead hurriedly stepped forward and said.
"Oh, I was a little immersed in the great work of art and lost my way... Sorry..." Fang Xian apologized politely and turned to leave.
"Roca!"
Steward and Shara were also among the group. They surrounded Dewen and seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Devin, this is the friend I just mentioned and wanted to introduce to you - Roca... an outstanding writer."
Xia La introduced both parties enthusiastically.
"Hello, Mr. Roca."
Dewen greeted him with a smile.
"Just call me Roca, Mr. Dewen." Fang Xian had to stop and sighed in his heart.
These Shara and Steward would just go wherever there was an unusual situation.
"Rocca, would you like to visit my private studio?"
Dewen looked unwell. Only when he mentioned his work and his own works did his eyes become enthusiastic: "The works you have seen before are far from being great..."
"Wouldn't that be a bit too intrusive?"
Fang Xian turned his head and looked towards the door.
Rustle! Rustle!
In his ears, he seemed to hear the sound of some insects and pigs twisting their bodies.
Slippery, twisted , disgusting...
It seems that behind this door, there is an unspeakable horror lurking.
"No, no... I originally wanted to show my new friends around my studio. There's nothing private or precious in it, just a half-finished product."
Dewen is reserved and authentic.
"It's such an honor… I mean… I can't wait…" Xia La covered her lips with her hands and laughed in surprise .
"Haha, please."
Dewen took out a bunch of brass keys, picked one out, and unlocked the door of the studio.
What appeared in front of everyone was a small studio.
The wooden shelves around are filled with plaster, hammers, knives and other carving tools.
There were some papers piled up randomly on the ground, stained with lime and other colored seasonings, and in the corners there were some abandoned sculptures.
Most of them are incomplete and half-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 horror atmosphere, as if a pile of real human limbs and remains were casually thrown away in a garbage dump.
"oh!"
"Is this the sculptor's studio? I think we'll have something to brag about at the party..."
Shara and a few other women looked around curiously, and finally turned their gaze towards the center of the studio.
There is also a sculpture there, covered with a white cloth.
Fang Xian lowered his head slightly, as if admiring the white spots on the ground. In fact, his inspiration had been deeply touched.
'The scary thing behind the door is the half-finished sculpture covered with white cloth?'
In his eyes, the layer of white cloth seemed to conceal endless horror, and thousands of worms seemed to be wriggling underneath.
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you a truly great work of art, albeit only half completed..."
Dewen became strangely excited. He grabbed the white cloth and gently lifted it up.
What appeared in front of everyone was a half-finished portrait of an old man.
The grayish-white stone-like plaster constitutes the main body of the old man's head, perfectly presenting every detail in a one-to-one real proportion.
The old man's facial features were deep and had some of the edges and corners of plaster, which were vague and not completely formed.
But his hair was unruly and his beard was long and drooping with a weird twist and thick lines, like worms.
Overall, this is a strange image with a blurred face, a beard and hair that are constantly climbing, wriggling, twisting and tangled like worms.
The old man's mouth was open, his tongue still uncarved.
But in Fang Xian's eyes, the old man's head seemed to come alive, and the unfinished tongue also turned into a thick and wriggling flesh worm...
"Hymn to the Great ... Worm..."
Some strange words have emerged in his mind.
It seemed that if only another pen were available, a line of poetry could be created on the spot.
"No... not here."
Fang Xian lowered his head and stopped looking at the stone sculpture. His mind suddenly calmed down a lot: "It is definitely a supernatural power... but it feels a little different from the 'Broken Winged Bird'..."
"this……"
It turns out that this work is difficult to accept from the perspective of ordinary people's aesthetics.
Some ladies feel a little uncomfortable even if it is just unfinished.
"This work, called 'The Man with the Worm'... was inspired by some manuscripts left by Mr. Kepro, the greatest sculptor in history."
Dewen introduced it in a general way: "I got some of them, and gained inspiration from them by studying them. What do you think?"
"Is it the Master Kepro who had an ominous old age?"
An old man was obviously very knowledgeable about this: "I remember that the last work of Master Kepro seemed to be related to insects... But unfortunately, in history, the sculpture of doom was sealed or destroyed after it was completed, and the photo was not even published in the newspaper... I still saw some relevant introductions in a gentleman's private diary... It is said that the work makes people feel that they have seen greatness at first sight, and realize their own insignificance..."
He looked at the unfinished stone sculpture, his expression gradually becoming somewhat obsessed: "It's like this... So it's like this..."
"I found out that the sanity value is low. "
Fang Xian remembered the image of the old man and planned to ask for his name when he returned and have the investigator come to his house to read the water meter.
Soon, he noticed that the looks of the people around him gradually changed from disgust.
With some curiosity and some exploration.
Perhaps it won't be long before all these gazes turn into fanaticism.
Even Steward and Shara had fascinated expressions on their faces, as if the worms that made up their hair and beards were such beautiful creatures.
“Ahem!”
Fang Xian came over and bumped into Steward hard: "Steward!"
"Hmm? What's wrong? My friend?"
Steward dealt with it casually, unwilling to take his eyes off the sculpture.
"I think we have disturbed Mr. Dewen for too long. We should not affect his work and exhibition...especially Xia La."
Fang Xian deliberately provoked the person that Stewart cared about.
His one month of intensive training in psychology was not in vain.
"Yeah, and Shayla."
Steward finally looked away from the statue and saw the obsessed Shara. He suddenly felt a sour taste in his heart: "We should leave, yes, we should leave... No, let me take one more look, just one look..."
