"Sir, I'm sorry. This is Mr. Devin's private studio. It's not open to the public …"
Just as Fang Xian was about to leave, a group of people walked over. The leader of the staff hurriedly stepped forward and said.
"Oh, I was a little immersed in a great work of art and lost my way … I'm sorry …" Fang Xian apologized politely and turned to leave.
"Roca!"
Stuart and Shara were also among this group of people. They clustered around Devin and seemed to be chatting happily.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Devin. This is the friend I mentioned just now that I'd like to introduce to you — Roca … An outstanding writer."
Shara enthusiastically introduced both parties.
"Hello, Mr. Roca."
Devin greeted him with a smile.
"You can just call me Roca, Mr. Devin." Fang Xian had no choice but to stop in his tracks and sigh inwardly.
This Shala and Stuart were really going wherever there was an anomaly.
"Roca, do you want to take a look at my private studio?"
Devin didn't seem to be in a good mood. His eyes were filled with zeal only when he mentioned his work and his works. "The works you've seen previously are far from being great …"
"Isn't it a little too intrusive?"
Fang Xian turned his head and looked at the door.
Sha sha! Sha sha!
There seemed to be the sound of some insects twisting their bodies beside his ears.
Slippery, twisted, disgusting …
It was as if an indescribable horror was hidden behind this door.
"No, no … I've wanted to bring my new friends to take a look at my studio. There aren't any private or precious items inside, only a semi-finished product."
Devin said reservedly.
"That's a great honor … I mean … I can't wait …" Shara covered her mouth with her hands and let out a surprised laugh.
"Haha, please."
Devin took out a bunch of brass keys, found one, and unlocked the door of the studio.
What appeared in front of everyone was a small studio.
The surrounding wooden racks were filled with plaster, tool hammers, carving knives, and other engraving tools.
Some papers were piled messily on the ground, covered with lime and condiments of other colors. In the corner, there were some abandoned sculptures.
Most of them were incomplete and semi-finished products.
There was a woman with a broken arm, a man with only half a face, a child with a strange smile … At first glance, it gave off a horrifying atmosphere, as if a pile of real human body parts had been casually discarded in a garbage dump.
"Oh!"
"Is this the sculptor's studio? I think we have something to brag about at the party … "
Shera and a few other women looked around curiously, finally looking at the center of the studio.
There was another statue there, covered with a layer of white cloth.
Fang Xian lowered his head slightly as if he was admiring the white spots on the ground. In fact, his spiritual perception had been strongly triggered.
The horrifying thing behind the door is the half-finished sculpture covered in 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, please allow me to introduce to you a truly great work of art, although it is only half completed …"
Devin became strangely excited. He grabbed the white cloth and lifted it gently.
What appeared before everyone's eyes was a semi-finished portrait of an old man's head.
The grayish-white plaster that seemed to be made of stone formed the main body of the old man's head. According to the true one-to-one ratio, it perfectly presented every detail.
The old man's facial features were deep, with some edges and corners of the plaster. They were blurry and not completely formed.
However, his hair was waving wildly, and his beard was long and drooping, with a strange twist. The lines were thick, like many worms.
In general, this was a strange image with a blurry face. His beard and hair were like worms that kept on climbing, wriggling, twisting, and knotting.
The old man's mouth was wide open, and the sculpture of his tongue had not been completed.
However, in Fang Xian's eyes, the old man's head seemed to have come alive. That incomplete tongue had also turned into a thick and wriggling worm …
"Giant … worm … hymn …"
Some strange words had already appeared in his mind.
It was as if he would be able to compose a poem on the spot with just one more brush.
"No … I can't do it here."
Fang Xian lowered his head and did not look at the stone sculpture. His mind immediately became much calmer. "It's definitely a supernatural power … But it feels a little different from the 'Bird with Broken Wings' …"
"This …"
It turned out that it was very difficult for ordinary people to accept this work of art.
Even though it was only incomplete, some ladies still felt a little uncomfortable.
"This work is called 'Worm Man' … It was inspired by some of the manuscripts left behind by the greatest sculptor in history, Mr. Capullo."
Devin introduced, "I obtained a part of it, and by studying them, I gained inspiration from them. What do you think? "
"Is it that Master Capullo who is in his twilight years?"
An old man was obviously very knowledgeable about this. "I remember that Master Capullo's last work seemed to be related to worms … But unfortunately, in history, that misfortune sculpture was sealed or destroyed after it was completed. The photos were not even published in the newspapers … I still read some corresponding introductions from a gentleman's private diary … It is said that the work made people feel great and realize their own insignificance at a glance …"
He looked at the half-finished stone sculpture, and his expression gradually became a little obsessed. "It's like this … So it's like this …"
"I found an idiot whose intelligence has declined."
Fang Xian remembered the old man's appearance. He was prepared to go back and find out his name, so that the investigators could go to his house to copy the water meter.
Then, he noticed that the gazes of the people around him gradually changed from disgust to disgust.
With some curiosity, some exploration.
Perhaps it would not be long before these gazes turned into fanaticism.
Even Stuart and Shayla had an infatuated expression on their faces, as if the worms that made up the hair and beard were such beautiful existences.
"Cough, cough!"
Fang Xian leaned over and hit Stuart hard. "Stuart!"
"Hmm? What's wrong? My friend? "
Stuart responded casually, unwilling to move his gaze away from the sculpture.
"I feel that we've already disturbed Mr. Devin for too long. We can't affect his work and exhibition … Especially Shara."
Fang Xian deliberately provoked the person that Stuart cared about.
His one month of intensive psychology training was not for nothing.
"Yes, and Shara."
Stuart's gaze finally moved away from the statue and saw the infatuated Shaya. A sour feeling suddenly rose in his heart. "We should leave. Yes, we should leave … No, let me take one more look, just one more look …"
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