Paintings of Terror

A group of 13 people followed the police back to the police station.

Wei Dong looked at the decent gate of the police station, and felt that "Mr. Huatui finally got serious".

"Newcomers must register here before they can apply for a temporary residence permit." The police brought several people to a room where a policewoman was sitting, "Xiao Zhang, I'll leave these to you to apply for a permit."

Policewoman Xiao Zhang seemed to be busy with something in front of the computer, keeping her eyes on the screen, and slapped a stack of forms with one hand: "Fill out the form first! The pen is on the table, and there is a mirror on the window sill!"

So, the thirteen people started to find a place to fill in the form. Ke Xun pushed the only chair next to the table to Mu Yiran, and he just leaned on the window sill to write, just guarding a bottle of paste, looking old. A flower mirror, and a pot of malnourished cactus.

Ke Xun has never applied for a "temporary residence permit" in the real world. Looking at the contents of the form, they are all basic items, such as gender, native place, ID card number, etc., and there is no need to provide proof materials.

The somewhat youthful girl with super short hair came over: "Borrow a pen later, I will run out of water after using this one."

Ke Xun wrote quickly, and just finished writing, so he handed over the pen. Seeing that the other party had already filled the second half of the page, leaving only the first line unfilled, the girl smiled and said, "I'm used to writing my name at the end."

Ke Xun suddenly felt that this was a good habit, so that the waste forms would not be "remembered" everywhere.

The girl also glanced at Ke Xun's form: "So it's these two words."

"if not?"

"I was thinking just now, why is this boy called 'Science'?"

Ke Xun remembered that when he was a child, someone called him the nickname 'Scientist'. The name itself was not malicious, but when it was put on himself who was a scumbag in science, it was full of maliciousness.

Ke Xun saw that the girl picked up a pen and wrote her name——Zhao Yanbao, and the pen was actually rare and powerful, calm and joyful.It is really not like the writing power of a young woman.

"Yan Bao, have you finished writing it?" The shawl-haired Sennv came over, "Which 'ya' was my former name? Do you want to add the word 'female' next to it?"

Zhao Yanbao: "No."

"Oh."

It turns out that this is also a pair of children, just like Ke Xun and Wei Dong.

"It's all finished?" The policewoman finally looked at everyone with admiration, and she didn't change her face when she saw a 'rare treasure' like Mu Yiran, "Hurry up and hand it in when you're done!"

Everyone obediently handed in their forms, and the policewoman took them over to check them one by one, and then checked something on the computer.

Wei Dongxin said: Your computer here can still check our affairs?

"No problem, let's get the permit first." The policewoman took out a thick stack of business card-like temporary residence permits from the drawer, untied the rubber bands on the outside, and began to issue the permits, "Write your name in the name field, After writing, go to the next room to review and seal."

In the next room was an elderly policeman on duty. Wearing glasses, he went through the forms of several people separately, and marked some forms, and asked a few words during the process: "Qin Ci, are you a doctor?"

Qin Ci, whose name was called, nodded: "Yes, surgeon."

"How many years have you had the scalpel?"

"Almost ten years."

"Okay, we need such talents here!" As if he had found a treasure, the old policeman wrote Qin Ci's 'business card' with his occupation, stamped it on it and sent it to Qin Ci, "You will report to the Central Hospital in a while."

The certificate in Qin Ci's hand was like a work permit, and it read: Qin Ci, male, Department of Surgery, Xincheng Central Hospital.

Is this place still in charge of arranging work?Ke Xun and his companions looked at each other briefly, but for a long time they didn't touch the doorway of this world.

The old policeman looked at the curly-haired youth again: "Your name is Zhichun?"

The curly-haired young man nodded hastily, and everyone discovered that there was a photo of everyone on the form in the old policeman's hand. It was a photo taken with a camera, just like the quality of the photo taken in the driving school test.

When was this photo taken?He actually captured the face so clearly.Everyone can't help but look around the room, and there is no idea where there are hidden cameras, and there should be more than one.

The old policeman continued to ask Zhichun: "Are you also a surgeon?"

Zhichun nodded: "I just graduated from medical school, and now I'm just a surgical intern. I haven't had a chance to get a scalpel yet."

"Did I ask you so much? Don't answer nonsense." The old policeman suddenly turned cold.

Zhichun stuck out his tongue secretly, maintaining a smile on the surface: "Hey, I got it."

The old policeman softened his tone: "Just follow Dr. Qin and help him."

Zhichun carefully took the work card handed over by the old policeman, and stood beside the "teacher" Qin Ci.

The old policeman continued to look at the form, and perhaps he was not satisfied with it, so he was a little frustrated: "What is this? Artwork? What is it for?"

Weidong was indirectly called by name, stepped forward, cleared his throat, and decided to introduce his occupation to the old man seriously: "Art generally refers to technical talents who process and create planes, colors, tone, creativity, etc. , Divided into two-dimensional art, web page art and three-dimensional art. Generally, it is necessary to be proficient in design software such as Photoshop.”

This answer from Baidu Encyclopedia has long been memorized by Wei Dong. I think that when I was just working as an artist, I would be asked by my seven aunts and eight aunts every Chinese New Year. I simply gave the most standard answer, but then the question Here it comes again—"Hey, technical talents! How much do you earn a month? Don't you all earn an annual salary?"

... Wei Dong scratched his head, looked innocently at the old policeman in front of him, and heard the old man say, "We don't need this kind of talent here."

Whether it is due to the professional habits of artists or the habit that "in and out painters" are forced to develop, Wei Dong has already observed the city roughly, and now he retorted with a smile: "There are a lot of designs on the road just now. Companies, some LED lights are still flashing job advertisements, call for an artist by name."

The old policeman lifted his eyes from above the flower mirror, and looked at Weidong sharply: "That won't accomplish the mission."

When they first heard the word "task", everyone felt tense, especially the old members—task?Was it brought up straight to the point?

Wei Dong bravely asked: "Officer Chu, what tasks do we have?"——Chu Zhiyong, this name is written on the work card on the chest of the old policeman.

Chu Zhiyong didn't seem to hear, his eyes were fixed on a form in his hand, and then compared with the photos, he found Zhao Yanbao in the crowd: "You are Zhao Yanbao? A psychiatrist?"

Zhao Yanbao came out and stood beside Chu Zhiyong's table, his thin short hair showed a color of pine needles in the twilight: "I'm just a graduate student in the Department of Psychology, not yet a psychiatrist."

Chu Zhiyong looked at the somewhat heroic girl in front of him, thought about it, and wrote down the work unit on the certificate: Huacoon Detective Agency.

Zhao Yanbao took his own certificate, noncommittal, imitating Qin Ci's appearance, and pinned it to his chest.

The whole room was very quiet, and everyone was waiting for the old policeman to be assigned, or let go.

"Why are there so many artists?!" Chu Zhiyong scratched his messy gray hair, "Famous painting appraiser? Wedding dress designer? Photographer? Painter? Art museum owner?"

Several "artists" were a little embarrassed when they were said, but Mu Yiran, the "famous painting appraiser", still had a calm expression, and his eyes were slightly looking at the window, as if he was admiring the sunset outside.

"You two, come to the police station." Chu Zhiyong lit a cigarette and took a few puffs slowly.

Ke Xun secretly compared his height with Lion, and when he was hesitating, the voice of an old policeman sounded next to his ears: "Ke Xun, after practicing sports, come to our criminal investigation department, and the one that is more than 1.9 meters, also come to the criminal investigation department .”

Just like that, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran got together with great joy, and the two of them got their certificates...work certificates...

As a photographer, Lion and wedding dress designer Xiao Qinxian were assigned to the forensic department of the police station - Xiao Qinxian was very puzzled by this, and asked many questions, but the old policeman didn't seem to hear.

Wei Dong was also assigned to the police station. In the household registration department, in Chu Zhiyong's words, he was "in charge of registration".

The few remaining people stood in place without embarrassment and waited for distribution. Chu Zhiyong said to Qin Ci and Zhao Yanbao: "There are four people left, and you each choose two that you can use."

Therefore, Chi Lei, the Mori girl, was chosen by Fa Xiaoer Zhao Yanbao, and the second person she chose was Zhu Haowen.

Qin Ci gave Zhao Yanbao the opportunity to choose candidates. For him, people with no medical experience are similar, and it doesn't matter who they choose, so the two who fell into the Central Hospital were Su Benxin and painter Yu Ji.

"It's getting late, each unit has arranged a dormitory." Chu Zhiyong looked at his watch and was about to leave work.

It was going to be dark, but at this moment, he didn't even touch the edge of the rules of death, so going back like this could only be a gamble.

As a "newcomer" in the police station, Ke Xun took a step forward and saluted the old policeman: "Uncle Chu, what is our central mission?"

Chu Zhiyong showed a half-smile expression: "Most of the young people who come to Xincheng come to talk about love. I don't know much about you young people."

Ke Xun remembered that when he was walking on the streets of the city just now, he could see all kinds of billboards saying "City of Romance". Maybe this is also a way to show the charm of the city, just like Paris, the romantic capital?

Su Benxin had just hung up the work card that said "Surgery Department of Xincheng Central Hospital" on his chest, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered the central idea when he planned this art exhibition - to talk about a mature love, which fits perfectly. Is it a coincidence or...

People who have never experienced the world of death in the painting will always guess the painter's intention with kindness.

However, Mu Yiran repeatedly looked at the work card in his hand, and finally asked his own question: "Officer Chu, you can only do things when you are ordered. The sooner we understand the core of the task, the sooner we can complete the task. This certificate is only valid for 13 days. God, I'm afraid we don't have much time to go around."

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly looked at their work badges, only to see a line of small characters on the bottom of the reverse side that read - certificate validity period: October 10th to October 17th.

The year is not marked, but this is not what everyone is most concerned about - "13 days?! What do we need to do in these 13 days?" Xiao Qinxian, who has a mushroom head, was the first to ask the question.

"Find enough beasts." Chu Zhiyong seemed to be talking to himself.

"what?"

"Find enough scarlet beasts." Chu Zhiyong looked at everyone with gray eyes.

"How is it enough?" Mu Yiran grasped a secondary point - about the Scarlet Beast, there will definitely be an explanation in the future, and there is no need to ask it now.

"13 kilograms."