Paintings of Terror

"Hurry up." Mu Yiran looked at the sky, it was already dawn, but there was still some time before the deadline for voting.

However, in the current situation, there is no need for everyone to look for the next target, because there is a huge building boat floating on the sea not far from where everyone fell into the water!

"What—is it another ship?!" Wei Dong was shocked and confused, "Endless? Isn't this the kind of infinitely nested space? When we sink down from this sea again, we will go down again. Is it the same space?"

"No, it's not the same. Look, there are people on this boat." Ke Xun, with good eyesight, pointed to the black and black people standing on the side of the boat, "They are all wearing ancient clothes, maybe they are the real people in this painting. the ancients."

"Get on the boat and have a look." Mu Yiran said, and took the lead to swim in the direction of the boat.

The people on the boat also noticed the people swimming in the sea, and after a lot of yelling, someone lowered a rope ladder from the boat.

Everyone climbed up dripping wet, and then they were surrounded by this group of antique people.

Looking at the attire, it is indeed like a person in the Qin and Han Dynasties, and then look at the flagpole standing on the building boat, there is indeed a "Qin" character embroidered in seal script on it.

This group of people silently stared at everyone with surprise on their faces, and even fear could be seen in their eyes.

Ke Xun and the seven of them did not act rashly, standing on the deck dripping with water, and exchanged glances with each other.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and suddenly the ancients in front of them stepped aside one after another, and then a man came out from behind the crowd, dressed like a person of high status, saluted the seven of them, and then began to talk.

The seven people looked at each other in blank dismay.

What does this say?It sounds like Cantonese, Hokkien, and Hakka.

"It is said that the pronunciation of Qin Shi's Mandarin is similar to Cantonese." Shao Ling whispered to the crowd.

Wei Dong and Luo Bao looked confused: "Shouldn't the official dialect of the Qin Dynasty be Shaanxi dialect?"

Shao Ling said that he didn't want to bother with these two people.

It's a pity that there are no Cantonese among the seven people. Even if there are, there may be great variations in pronunciation from ancient to modern, and they may not be able to understand them.

Mu Yiran stepped forward, bowed in response to the movement of the person opposite, and then made a gesture of writing with his hand.

The person on the opposite side quickly understood, turned his head and said a few words to the person next to him, the person saluted, then quickly turned around and ran away, and not long after, he brought a piece of silk and a pen and ink.

Mu Yiran turned his head and called Weidong: "Try to use the simplest lines to clearly draw what I mean - draw a building boat, and there is an ancient man who is drawing on the boat."

Wei Dong hastily agreed, not caring about the water on his body, took the painting tools, spread them out on the spot, picked up a brush and began to draw on the silk.

Luo Wei watched from the side and sighed: "Fortunately, we have Brother Dong. This is such a great touch of a fairy. It can be painted vividly with just a few strokes."

Shao Ling also thought beside him: It is true that no one should be underestimated, no matter how good a person is, there will be something he is not good at, and no matter how ordinary a person is, he will have his shining points.

The ordinary Comrade Wei Dong did not use it for 3 minutes to complete this painting. After finishing the painting, he picked up a piece of silk and showed it to everyone. The content is clear at a glance.

Mu Yiran pointed at the person in charge who was painting on the painting, then pointed at the ancient people around him, and then pointed at the person painting in the painting.

The meaning is also very clear, it is to find those who can draw among the people on the boat.

The leader quickly understood, and said a few words to the others. Someone took orders to go again, and the leader made several gestures to Mu Yiran, meaning to invite them into the cabin to talk. talk.

Mu Yiran shook his head to express his refusal.

Time waits for no one, and they have no spare time to deal with irrelevant things.

The leader seemed to have something important to say to several people, but seeing Mu Yi remained unmoved, the man thought for a while, called someone to come and gave some instructions, the man turned his head and ran away Into the cabin.

"It seems that the 'painting' has been upgraded since "The Scarlet Beast," Qin Ci looked at the ancients in front of him, "The NPC characters in the painting are no longer simple mechanical behaviors, they It seems... more intelligent, or, in other words, closer to a real human being."

"Yes," Zhu Haowen continued, "Even without us influencing the plot, they still have their own 'life' trajectory and even thoughts. This kind of escalation is terrifying to think about."

"Uh... where are you afraid?" Luo Kuo trembled and asked tremblingly.

Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen lowered their eyes to think about a more definite answer. Ke Xun glanced over the faces of the ancients who were still staring at them curiously and in awe, and said thoughtfully: "This feeling is like... Um, have you seen Pacific Rim?"

Some people nodded and some shook their heads.

Ke Xun said: "Monsters invaded the human world from another world under the sea. In the beginning, only the lowest-level monsters entered, one at a time, and later they invaded two at a time, and the monster's ability level also increased accordingly. , the later, the higher the level of monsters, the more the number of people who invaded the human world at one time. I don't know why, the "painting" feels a bit like this to me. The NPCs in the painting are getting more and more real and intelligent. It seems... there are 'humans' from another world slowly invading and displacing us, at first they only use some mechanized lowest-level members to test us, then they will send high-level ones to continue testing, and then send higher Level... start the invasion."

"Brother, you have a really big brain." Luo Kuo couldn't help shivering again.

As he was talking, he saw the person who ran to the cabin just now came back, followed by a person. Seeing this person, the members of the group of seven all gasped in surprise, and even Mu Yiran had a look of surprise. outside.

"Hi, we meet again." Fang Fei raised her hand at them and shook it.

"—Fuck—what's going on?!" Wei Dong raised a deafening question on behalf of everyone.

Fang Fei came to the front with a calm expression: "I shot the chicken's feather, and it rushed up to destroy the rhino horn in my hand. I was worried that once the rhino horn was wiped out, I would fall into illusion again, so I hurriedly tried to avoid it. In the end, I was chased too closely by it, and fell into the sea in a hurry. Then I found that rhino horns can burn in the sea, and I thought, I should at least try to find Yu Long's body before I die... Then I kept I dived and landed here. These ancient people probably thought I was a descendant of a god or a person with supernatural powers, and they placed me on the boat, but they didn’t speak the language, so there wasn’t much communication for the time being.”

Everyone was surprised and lucky when they heard this, Ke Xun raised a smile, and Fang Fei said, "How about it, I said you will not lose, how does it feel to defeat death?"

"Very good." Fang Fei also smiled.

"Oh my god, I admire this girl so much." Wei Dong said to Luo Kuo who was beside him.

"That's right, Brother Dong, she's more manly than you." Luo Kuo boasted.

Wei Dong: "..." How do you talk, you bastard.

The appearance of Fang Fei lifted everyone's spirits. I am used to seeing the irreversible deaths of people around me one after another. Finally, there is such a person who... beats, no, beats the god of death. This kind of joy And the feeling of relief, people are full of hope and strength.

While talking, the person who had been ordered by the leader to do things before came back, with eight people behind him, the leader pointed at these eight people, and made a drawing gesture towards Mu Yiran.

"These people should be the painters on the ship." Mu Yiran and his companions said.

"But...there are eight people in total, which one is the real author of "The Picture of Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"?" Wei Dong scratched his head.

Shao Ling said: "The painters in the Qin Dynasty were also among the hundred craftsmen, and most of them did not have their names. If this painting was made by these painters, they probably are not qualified to leave seals or names on the painting."

"Then, what should we do then? How can we produce a painting without a seal?" Luo Xun continued to tremble.

Shao Ling frowned and thought hard, but found that the eyes of the old members were all looking at Mu Yiran, so they also looked at this person.

Mu Yiran raised his eyes, with the sea and morning light reflected in his eyes, and made several gestures towards the leader.

He pointed to the eight painters who were brought here, made a drawing pose, and then waved his hand, pointing to the distant sky and sea behind them.

That's the direction everyone fell down.

Since everyone boarded the boat, all their attention was focused on the ancients in front of them, and they hadn't had time to review their own journeys.

Right now, following Mu Yiran's gesture, everyone turned their heads in unison, cast their eyes on the sky and sea behind them, and then froze in surprise.

At the place where the clouds and mist meet the sea that day, it seems to be very close, but also seems to be very far away, a misty and dreamy mirage spectacle floats in front of you like a giant curtain.

In the mirage surrounded by clouds and mist, there are faint fairy mountains in the distance, and several pavilions stand among the peaks; nearby is a vast sea of ​​ink, and a huge ship floats on the surface of the waves.

"—a mirage!" Wei Dong exclaimed in surprise, "We actually—we actually stayed in the mirage?!"

Mu Yiran ignored the surprise of his companions, and just gestured to the eight painters to draw the scene in front of them. The leader still had some respect for these people, so Mu Yiran's request was quickly passed, and someone After fetching eight sets of painting tools, the eight painters sat down on the floor and began painting immediately.

The person who entered the painting did not make another sound, staring nervously at the painter for a while, and then turned his head to stare at the mirage in the distance for a while.

The duration of mirage can be short or long. Although it is rare to see mirage in the early morning, it is not uncommon. Sometimes it can last for four to ten minutes, and sometimes it can last for more than two hours.

But there is not much time left for everyone for this painting, the end of voting is approaching, and how to get the seal, it seems that there is no clear way at present...

Time became more and more urgent, and everyone's hearts were raised higher and higher. Luo Kuo was so nervous that he forgot to breathe, and his pale face turned white and red.

Until the time approached the last few minutes, eight painters had almost finished their works. Mu Yiran stepped forward to observe the eight paintings carefully, and everyone rushed to them—by this time, everyone understood Mu Yiran's intentions, eight pairs of eyes fixed on the painting, looking desperately among the eight paintings——

"——this one!" Seven or eight hands pointed to one of them—this is exactly what they saw in the art gallery, the true original original painting of "The Picture of Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"!

"But—there's no seal!" Wei Dong cried out anxiously.

The crowd was at a loss.

Suddenly Ke Xun turned around, grabbed the painter who had drawn the "Sea Burning Rhinoceros", took his hand, took the pen in his hand, and brushed it on one of his fingers with the tip of the pen. After a moment, he forcibly pulled the finger and pressed it against the surface of the painting.

The four sides of the scroll on which this painting was painted were suddenly lit up with white light, forming the appearance of a painting scroll. The scroll became bigger and bigger, and the white light became brighter and brighter until it was so bright that everyone couldn't open their eyes, and they couldn't help but look towards The center of the painting scroll squeezed in——

"Clatter plop..."

Seven or eight people fell in a mess on the cold marble floor of the art gallery.

"Fuck Keer—you're so awesome!" Wei Dong was pressed down at the bottom, but he didn't care, he raised his voice full of joy and excitement for the rest of his life, and shouted at his iron son, "You How do you know that fingerprinting is also possible?!"

"I'll just think about it..." Ke Xun fell into his boyfriend's arms, held him tightly with open arms, and didn't want to get up immediately, "Seals and signatures are a kind of identification of the artist's identity." Proof, fingerprinting is also a form of identity proof, since the language barrier makes it impossible for him to sign his name, and the painter may not have a seal, so I can only print fingerprints."

Shao Ling got up, and first looked at the imitation "Sea Burning Rhinoceros" on the wall.

It is said to be an imitation, but in fact it is more like a remake of the original. It faithfully reflects all the details of the original on the painting, including the damaged places.

It turns out that on the screen, those dim and chaotic places in the sky are mirages, but the color has faded due to the age, and the lines have become blurred.

Shao Ling stared deeply at the painting for a while, looked at everyone with a somewhat complicated expression, and pointed to the sea on the painting: "This place in the original picture has a fingerprint-like imprint. Almost melted into one."

"So, did paintings come first, or did we come first?" Qin Ci said philosophically.

"Ah—" A scream came from the entrance of the exhibition hall, everyone was startled, and all turned their heads to look.

Seeing a few female spectators staring at this side with shock and disgust on their faces, they asked in a shrill voice, "What are you doing! You are playing hooligans! Security—security—we called the police!"

Everyone reacted suddenly, and looked down at themselves in unison, and saw that everyone was wearing only a pair of underwear, flat-angled, triangular-shaped, T-shaped, and elephant-shaped, with various styles and distinct colors.

Only Mu Yiran and Fang Fei were neatly dressed, and each took a few steps to the side at this moment, pretending not to know these people.

Everyone: "..."

No wonder Mu Yiran refused to take off his clothes when he jumped off the boat.

Shao Ling thought.