bdsm-fiction Chapter 144 This is the real penitential corner!
Chapter 144 This is the real penitential corner!
Parallel eyes? Crossed eyes?
This suggestion may sound unconventional, but when all conventional methods have failed, any possibility is worth trying.
Qin Weiguo made a decisive decision: "Do as he says! Process the image to generate a high-contrast enhanced image suitable for parallel-eye viewing! Everyone who can try, adjust your gaze immediately!"
The newly processed image is displayed on the main screen.
Inside the analysis room, everyone who could use the parallel eye technique, including Qin Weiguo, began to work hard to adjust the focus of their eyes, so that the lines of sight of their left and right eyes could cross the screen and meet in the void.
At first, there was a blurry, double image and a sense of unease, and then the picture became even more chaotic.
But soon, as their visual nerves worked to calibrate and their brains re-integrated the information, the terror hidden beneath the layers of paint slowly and gradually emerged into their vision, like a submarine surfacing.
Those were no longer flat, disordered waves!
The repeated wavy lines are cleverly combined, concave, and convex, outlining a huge, indescribable, deep structure, like a cave leading to an abyss.
And in the very center of that structure, a giant eye is quietly "embedded" in the deepest part of the picture!
Its pupils are like a vortex, absorbing all light and hope, maliciously "staring" at everything outside the picture!
"Hiss—" A collective gasp filled the analysis room.
Even through a screen, even knowing it's just a painting, the oppressive feeling and mental pollution emanating from the giant eye hidden within the three-dimensional structure of the waves still sent chills down many people's spines, and some even subconsciously avoided looking at it.
Qin Weiguo's voice rose slightly in shock: "That painting itself is a trap!"
"The so-called 'confession corner' is simply a way to lure chosen ones into willingly placing themselves in front of the biggest source of pollution!"
"Standing still under the painting for a minute probably won't distract you; instead, you'll be completely marked by that eye, or something even more terrible might happen!"
"The core malice lies in the fact that the path to survival is also a path to death!" a semiotics expert added, his voice trembling. "The rules exploit people's fear and instinct for protection, packaging the most dangerous places as safe zones!"
"Quickly! Search other areas of the cafeteria! Look for any other paintings or signs! The real 'Confession Corner' must exist, but it's definitely not under that ocean painting!" Qin Weiguo ordered sternly.
Multi-screen comparison analysis was initiated, and the technicians quickly retrieved and compared all the footage of Lin Feng entering the cafeteria.
"Found it! It's in the northwest corner of the cafeteria, hanging on the wall—a small painting!"
The image was rapidly magnified.
The painting has an antique style and somber colors, depicting a dimly lit room.
In the center of the image, a blurry, sorrowful man stands with his back to the viewer, his shoulders trembling as if he is crying silently.
The ground at his feet was slightly damp, as if endless tears had fallen.
Below the border of the painting, a line of almost illegible ancient Chinese characters was extracted using image enhancement technology.
"The Tears of St. Peter"
"The Tears of St. Peter?" Qin Weiguo's eyes gleamed, and he immediately turned to the religious and cultural advisory team he was connected with. "Professor Li, analyze it immediately!"
In the video call window, an elderly gentleman with glasses and a refined demeanor (Professor Li, one of China's leading experts in religious art history) adjusted his glasses and explained in rapid but clear speech:
"Saint Peter, the first of the twelve disciples of Jesus."
"After Jesus was arrested, he denied knowing Jesus three times out of fear."
"Afterwards, he recalled Jesus' prophecy, felt deep remorse, and wept bitterly."
"The Tears of St. Peter are one of the most classic and powerful symbolic representations of repentance in Christian art!"
"This painting expresses profound remorse and a plea for forgiveness following betrayal!"
A symbol of repentance!
All the clues suddenly connected at that moment!
The real "confession corner" is not the ocean painting that hides an evil eye and gives a sense of being watched, but rather the painting "The Tears of St. Peter" that symbolizes repentance and redemption!
"The trap is the ocean painting, the way out is 'The Tears of St. Peter'!" Qin Weiguo took a deep breath and decisively ordered the communications officer, "Immediately send the analysis results and correct instructions to Lin Feng!"
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In the world of ghost stories, inside the cafeteria.
Lin Feng felt that gaze becoming increasingly aggressive, as if it wanted to drill into his bones.
He could hardly contain himself and was ready to rush towards the ocean painting first, following the rules.
Just then, two lines of red text suddenly appeared before his eyes—the strategy team's notification had finally arrived!
[Ocean paintings are traps; with a level eye, one can discover the giant, three-dimensional eye hidden beneath the waves.]
The true Confessional Corner is located below the painting "The Tears of St. Peter," in the northwest corner. Go there quickly!
Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply. Without any hesitation, he turned around and patted the still somewhat bewildered Wasim: "There's a solution!"
He didn't explain, nor did he have time to explain. Relying on his absolute trust in the strategy team, he darted out like a cheetah, but his direction was not the ocean painting indicated by the rules. Instead, he headed in the opposite direction: the northwest corner of the cafeteria!
After a few steps past the noisy dining table and the few trainee prison guards moving around, the unassuming painting "The Tears of St. Peter" came into view.
The sorrowful figure in the painting, in Lin Feng's eyes at this moment, carried a strange, comforting power.
He stepped into the small area below the painting and stood with his back to the center of the cafeteria.
Time passed slowly in silence.
Just as he had stood firm for a full minute—
That ever-present feeling of malicious surveillance began to gradually fade and diminish, as if some resentful entity was being forced to retract its tentacles.
A dozen seconds later, the suffocating sense of oppression finally dissipated completely.
Clean and tidy.
It's as if it never existed.
Lin Feng's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He raised his head, his gaze passing over the noisy crowd in the cafeteria, and looked into the distance at the seemingly calm ocean oil painting that still hung there, and he still felt a faint sense of lingering fear.
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After successfully defusing the crisis at the "Confession Corner," Lin Feng put down his plate at the recycling area and whispered to Ryuichi Kamishiro and Tom:
"You guys go back to the dorm first. Wasim and I need to chat with an old friend for a bit."
Although the two hesitated, they eventually nodded and left under Lin Feng's unquestionable gaze.
Lin Feng and Vassim walked out of the cafeteria and found an inconspicuous corner not far away, pretending to chat.
Not long after, Evelyn and Anna finished their meal and naturally walked over to them.
Using his body as cover, Lin Feng quickly unfolded the origami he had obtained earlier and handed it to the three people to read.
The contents of the paper made the three of them suddenly look serious.
"What does it mean that 'the prisoners in cell 0 are the cancer of this prison'?" Anna asked in a low voice.
"Perhaps similar to the 'Lord of Laughter' from the previous instance," Lin Feng said in a deep voice.
Wasim stroked his chin: "'Never close that door' and 'Don't try to peek inside' are understandable, but 'cursing the warden while making a quick retreat'... that sounds a bit..."
"I tend to believe what's written on paper," Evelyn interrupted softly, her voice even lower.
"Don't you guys think that Warden Cyrus Mohn... seems very abnormal?"