Paintings of Terror

The four newcomers who came in together were colleagues, and were sent by the company to the Crystal Swan Hotel in this city for a business meeting. After the meeting, several people discussed going to the art gallery to pass the time, and then they met this Unlucky and bizarre.

Zhao Haicui, a girl with hair in a bun, is an old employee of the company, and another young girl is Wei Miao, a newcomer to the company brought by her. Crying, looking weird and a little funny.

The other two male colleagues, one is Zhang Lifeng, he chose the two longan cores as the props, and the other is Ge Lei, he is wearing the red and white striped T and black flared trousers.

"The thirteen people are divided into six groups, with at least two people in each group. Let's divide them up now." After introducing each other, Qin Ci said.

"I would like to ask, on what basis are you planning to divide into groups?" Luo Wei, who is also a newcomer, carefully watched Qin Ci from behind his glasses.

"Usually," Qin Ci said calmly, "the basis for the few of us is to form a group voluntarily."

There are many unspoken meanings in this sentence. After Qin Ci finished speaking, he looked at Luo Wei, waiting for his speech.

Luo Wei really had something to say, pushed the glasses on his face, and looked calm: "For those of us who are newcomers who are new to painting for the first time, of course we prefer that you can bring the old with the new, but obviously, I think you Not everyone agrees to this request, and I don't want to be separated from Yaqing either."

After speaking, he glanced at Qi Qiang and Huang Pi who were standing on the outermost periphery. It was obvious that those two people would not be willing to bring a newcomer. Even if they were willing, who can guarantee that they will not be used as a backup by these two people when they are in danger? of.

"So, do you have any better suggestions?" Qin Ci asked him.

"In fact, in this barrier of disorder and social morality, no one is obliged to think about others." Luo Wei was so calm and rational that he was almost ruthless. , only if, if you are willing, can you consider not dividing the groups so finely, six groups of people, at least five groups with only two people, this is an extremely unscientific grouping method, since the rules of drawing and the 'selection If there is a relationship, then there should be at least three people in each group. Once faced with the situation where you need to choose A or B, and when there is a disagreement, you can vote to achieve the decision of the minority obeying the majority.”

"If you're in a group of three, don't you have to have a group of four?" Wei Dong said.

Luo Wei looked at Weidong with the eyes of a scumbag: "We are living people, not machines, and a situation of fifty-five points is not a dead end. We have many flexible ways to make the final decision. So, do you Agree with my proposal?"

The last sentence was asked to Qin Ci, but Luo Wei still subconsciously glanced at Mu Yiran who was standing a few steps away from Qin Ci. Out of the meticulousness and meticulous observation of a man of science and technology, he intuitively felt that this silent and stern The man in this group is the one who really has the final say among the old members.

If there are three people in a group, they have to be divided into four groups, but there are six world entrances in front of them. Finding a signature is a race against time. Finding two less worlds may miss the best chance of escape.

Qin Ci looked at several companions who were walking along the way, and asked everyone what they meant with his eyes.

"Since that's the case, let's divide into four groups." Ke Xun answered most bluntly, "Since we choose to decide our fate, then we choose to divide into four groups and give up the entrances to the two worlds for the time being. That is also our fate. Maybe the 'choice' has already begun."

"That's right, I agree to divide into four groups." Wei Dong said.

"I also agree." Zhu Haowen said.

"What's your opinion?" Qin Ci asked several newcomers.

"I don't care, no matter how many groups you are in, anyway, I have to be in a group with you, and you have to be responsible for this matter!" Zhao Haicui, a girl with curly hair, moved her logic and grabbed Qin Ci's sleeve tightly.

Qin Ci couldn't break free from Zhao Haicui's pull, and shook his head helplessly, looking at his companions: "How to group?"

"Yi Ran and I are in a group." Ke Xun said.

"I didn't ask you." Wei Dong rolled his eyes, "I'm also in the same group as Yi Ran."

Ke Xun: "..."

"I'm in a group with Ke Xun," Mu Yiran said, "Wei Donghaowen is in a group, Dr. Qin is with Luo Wei and Li Yaqing, and the rest are free.

"Everyone pay attention to the time. Before eleven o'clock in the evening, if possible, try to return to this room. Since the rules of painting usually do not allow those who enter the painting to die collectively on the same night, then we will rush back here before midnight, maybe we will be sure." Reduce the probability of death to a certain extent.

"After entering the world of choice, everyone pay attention to leave marks along the way to prevent getting lost on the way back, and at the same time, you can leave clues for others to find you.

"I have a pen and paper with me, and I put it in this room now. If someone can return to this room, they can use a pen and paper to leave a message for other people who did not return to this room on time, and write down the experiences of their group as much as possible. , and explain clearly the plan after this group.

"Time waits for no one, it's best to start now."

After speaking, he glanced at Ke Xun, and Ke Xun immediately followed, and the two walked towards the entrance of the world led by one of the round doors.

Mu Yiran gave the final decision on the composition of each group to the newcomers and Qi Qiang Huang Pi, and whoever wanted to come along had to do so voluntarily.

Unexpectedly, it was Huang Pi who followed.

Qi Qiang originally moved his feet in the direction of Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, but when he saw Huang Pi walking over, he stopped his feet again. In the end, he chose to form a group with a man and a woman among the newcomers.

Ke Xun speculates that Qi Qiang is probably the same as the previous painting. He wants to pick a pit. The newcomer knows nothing about the world of the painting.

However, Ke Xun has no spare power to intervene in this matter. In the painting, everyone can't protect themselves, so how can they have the strength to help others not to be calculated and persecuted.

Ke Xun just told Weidong, Zhu Haowen and Qin Ci to be more careful, and then he and Mu Yiran Huangpi walked into the round door.

Ke Xun walked at the end of the three of them, and paid special attention to the scarf on Huang Pi's head. Huang Pi was shaved to a round inch, and the scarf was said to be a "towel", but it was actually a kind of hat. Coupled with this man's ferocious face like a prisoner, Ke Xun almost laughed out of place.

Looking back at the room behind him, he saw that the round door was closed. The shape of the room was a rustic adobe house with no windows and the roof was covered with dry straw.

Ke Xun speculates that this room will have different shapes in different worlds.

And turning back to look at the world that appeared in front of me, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

There are mountains in the distance and trees in the distance. On the left, there are farmlands like matts, and on the right, there are sparse cottages. The color of the whole world is very strange, and all the scenery is old in color, like a kind of Old movies or a pile of old papers.

Whether it is mountains and trees, or fields and houses, they are all dim and old colors, and when you look carefully, the lines of all the scenery are very strange, there is no absolute horizontal and vertical, even the wall purlins and window edges , The door frame has a kind of bending and undulation that does not conform to the original texture, or even roundness.

"I'm a little scared."

Mu Yiran heard Ke Xun say this suddenly, and couldn't help but look at him.

Didn't this kid become more courageous in the process of entering and exiting the painting again and again, so what is he afraid of all of a sudden at this moment?

"I've been afraid of those old movies since I was a child," Ke Xun said, "It's just black-and-white films with sound or silent, the color of the screen is as dim as before, and there's something called that. ..."

"Noise and particles." Mu Yiran answered understandingly.

"Yes, it's the kind of lines that keep moving around on the screen." Ke Xun touched his arm, as if a layer of goosebumps had already appeared there, "The sound of movies with sound is also suddenly louder. It’s suddenly small, the sound quality is particularly poor, and it sounds even weirder—I’m most afraid of this kind of old movie, because I always feel that the people in it don’t look like living people.”

So in this world that looks like an old movie, could there be... a group of weird "living" people?

"No matter what, let's find someone to ask about the situation here." Ke Xun, who was just talking about fear, already took a step and walked towards the populated place in the distance.

Along the way, Ke Xun made very obvious marks at intervals on the trees or on the side of the road. These marks are a set of special marks that only each other can understand after discussion by the members of the group who entered the painting theory. Markers can not only indicate the direction to which the marker is going, but also simply explain some situations and provide directions.

However, in order to make it easier for newcomers who are not members of the group to understand, Ke Xun also left some explanatory text and directional signs that everyone can understand.

Walking to the side of a dry and barren field, the three of them saw a grandson and a grandson laboring to plow the field. They were wearing short shirts of ancient civilian style, with a bun on their heads and a cloth sash. Dilapidated, barely noticeable color.

The complexion of the two people is like the tone of this world, yellow and dull, obviously looking hungry and miserable, but the exposed fingers and the waist under the clothes are thick and round.

"Dare to ask..." Ke Xun stepped forward to inquire with the accent of the ancients, and even clasped his fists in salute, "Master, where is... er, where is this place?"

The old man raised his head slowly. His gray beard did not have the texture that human hair should have at all. Ke Xun couldn't describe what kind of texture it was. It was a bit like cloth and a bit like mud, but it didn't look like beard or hair anyway.

In view of the experience of the previous paintings, even though Ke Xun felt that the old man in front of him was very strange, he didn't dare to tell the truth, but just pretended to look at him very naturally.

"Several of you are foreigners," the old man said slowly, his voice had the unique sound quality of old movies, Ke Xun couldn't help but moved two steps towards Mu Yiran's side, "This is Baihua Village."

The name of the village sounds nice, but Ke Xun looked around and didn't see any flowers at all, or even if he saw flowers, they were in a dim yellow and dull color, blending with the distant and near scenery, making it difficult to distinguish.

Knowing only the name of a village does not give new clues.Ke Xun scratched his head and didn't know what to ask for a moment. After all, until now, he had no idea how to find the signature and figure out the death rules of the painting.

"Grandpa, I see that your fields are a bit dry. Has the harvest been affected?" Mu Yiran, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with painting.