Chapter 1015: Mirror without Doors
There is no door in the "Mirror Hall".
Because the door means closure, closure is a kind of silence; the key means opening, opening is a wound.
Beauty will wither in silence, and wounds will destroy beauty. Therefore, the mirror hall has no door, only windows - windows are eyes, and are the medium for observing beauty.
Therefore, every painting on the outer wall here is a mirror and a window.
Aiwass took Yasen to the painting closest to them.
- It was a religious painting, it was dark red in color, inlaid on a red jade wall.
Aiwass had really seen this painting - it was a painting of an acquaintance of his.
It was the painting of Adolf von Menzel, the former vice president of the psychic tower, who used all his life, soul, and memory to draw "The Extreme Pale Painting".
This painting is called "Iron Rolling Mill", an oil painting.
He almost perfectly painted the workers in the steel factory, working attentively in a harsh environment. In the dark red dim factory, the hot metal is so bright, like the sun. Just looking at it, you can feel a hot, lively smell mixed with burnt odor and dust. The workers' movements are full of power, as if they are moving... There are also clanging sounds and people's discussions in my ears.
These are not just exaggerations.
The closer they get to the painting, the more real it becomes.
The pungent smell in the factory becomes stronger, and the heat of nothingness burns Yasen so much that he feels his cheeks are burning.
And when they get close enough...
Yasen suddenly realizes that he has been in the factory without knowing when.
——The painting has become a real world!
He is no longer looking at the painting, but wearing a worker's outfit, he walked into the painting!
The clanging sound and the creaking sound of the machine resounded throughout the space. The workers' discussions, arguments, and curses are endless, which reminds Yasen of the port.
He subconsciously took a half step back, but did not exit the painting again. He just felt that he had lightly bumped into a wall.
Yasen's heart skipped a beat and he looked back. But he saw nothing.
There was a wall behind him.
A wall without windows or doors.
At that moment, Yasen was sweating coldly.
"—— Follow me."
But Aiwass said it very skillfully.
He walked towards a certain direction without hesitation, as if he had been here before.
He should... have been here before.
After all, he was the former Pope, and he might be familiar with the twin mirrors...
Yasen followed him, thinking in his heart.
"Inside the Hall of Mirrors..."
—— Is it all a painting world like this?
Yasen wanted to ask this question.
But Aiwass quickly stopped him: "Shh."
Realizing that it was not convenient to talk here, Yasen immediately shut up.
Aiwass first walked forward to the end, and then chose the left side without hesitation between the two stairs going down on the left and right.
When he got here, the voices of the workers gradually faded away.
But after he followed Aiwas down the stairs, he found himself in front of a sacred pure white church without knowing when, and there was a blazing heat behind him.
Yasen knew this church, it was called the Holy Candle Chapel.
This is the most famous church on the Ile de Cite - because the relationship between the Iris people and the Theocracy is not good, there are not many churches in Iris. It can even be called the largest church in the entire Iris. Compared with the ordinary Nine Pillars Church, this church is more responsible for worshiping the candle itself... It is run by three pure-blooded elf bishops and an elf archbishop, and the management has nothing to do with the Iris people.
But because the Holy Candle Chapel is one of the few "churches with enough people", the candle has become the only belief of many Iris people, especially those on the Ile de Cite - churches in other places basically cannot treat too many people. The Ile de Cite has a small population, the quality of the clergy is the highest, the medical resources are quite sufficient, and it is never haunted. Many people therefore call the Ile de Cite the "real capital of Iris".
About twenty years ago, a painter took "Si Xin Ling" because of lack of inspiration, which was said to be able to predict the future and reveal the truth. This was a magic potion that was popular in Iris for a while.
It was sold in the name of alchemical mixture, but in fact it did have extraordinary effects... but it was a witch's potion, so it was completely unsafe.
Once this medicine is drunk, there is a 30% chance of hallucination, a 30% chance of predicting the future, and a 40% chance of coma and having a bizarre dream. But because it is impossible to specifically distinguish the characteristics of "predicting the future" and "hallucination", the predictive ability it brings becomes extremely dangerous... Some people may identify hallucinations as the future; some people may identify the future as hallucinations.
This is even worse than not predicting!
It gradually brought chaos and was eventually stopped by the four dukes. Before that, many avant-garde artists had tried this medicine.
This painter is one of the representatives.
He painted a painting called "The Holy Candle Chapel Destroyed".
The Candlemas Chapel in the painting was burning in flames and shattered into pieces, while countless red bats flew away, illuminating the entire sky red.
Due to the transcendent status of the Holy Candle Chapel, people have been arguing fiercely about whether this painting is an illusion or the future. Then "bats" became the second focus of people's attention, and people even began to discuss whether the fire was set by the Moon Sons.
For the content of a vague painting, they took the blame for an event that never happened - this is just as absurd as a couple arguing and divorcing over "what to do if they win the lottery".
The Moon Sons certainly could not accept this situation. They have always been the ones who made others feel wronged. When have they ever felt so wronged themselves?
So, later this painting was banned by the Moon Sons for "failing to pass the art ethics assessment". But in Iris, the more banned things are, the more widely they spread...
When Yasen saw this church, he immediately realized that he appeared in another painting!
He suddenly understood the mechanism here.
"No wonder this palace is called the Hall of Mirrors..."
"You finally understand."
Evans nodded with relief.
——Here, any mirror, painting, window, staircase... except for the "door" connecting object, may be the bridge between two paintings. And they can enter another painting through these "bridges" in one painting. In this way, they can enter any place from any painting.
"... Is there only painting in this world?" Yasen asked.
"How is it possible? Drama, poetry, sculpture, music... everything is possible. It's just that 'related things' and 'related things' will be closer. For example, these two paintings are both paintings, and they are both red and black, so they will be closely connected.
"This area is the ultimate core of 'artificial beauty' in the world - as long as the beauty is created by wisdom, it may appear here. "
Aiwass said with a smile: "And the twin mirrors, the play gods, the song gods, and their apostles may play someone in a certain space. Maybe there are some people hiding in the steel factory you just passed by to watch the fun. "
And he himself - of course he is not afraid of these things.
He has run this dungeon so many times that he is familiar with the grid map of the Hall of Mirrors and the logic of finding edges. It is not difficult to run to a place that has never appeared before.
The information given by Yassen is very clear. Sherlock is in a brown building similar to a library, and there are two candles, one black and one white, on the table in front of him. That is to say, this painting should be very quiet and bright, with an overall brown color tone, and it is not easy to enter from other paintings.
-Therefore, just look for similarities!
As long as the spaces on the road become more and more similar, it means that they are getting closer and closer to where Sherlock may be!