Paintings of Terror

Fang Fei's hand is fine, and Shao Ling's situation is also optimistic.

Cao Youning needed to be observed in the hospital for a day, Qin Ci took the initiative to stay with him, and the others went home.

Everyone still left by train, but the mood was completely different from when they arrived.

Luo Wei was also with everyone this time, but he talked a lot less. At this time, he hugged his somatosensory car, looked at the scenery of the reverse flow outside the window, and said after a long time: "I feel that it is getting more and more difficult. This time the collective It's too passive that the fate of the people is in the hands of another group of people."

Fang Fei moved her left wrist, the purple has gradually become lighter, and the pain is also lessening: "And I was forced to role-play, which is also very passive."

At this time, there were very few people in the carriage, and a few people sat together, and what they said would not be heard by outsiders.

Shao Ling has been closing his eyes and resting his mind, and now he opened his eyes: "I am thinking, whether we can filter out useful information from the things we have experienced in each painting, and whether the combination of these information will be consistent with 'into the painting'. ' an important clue to the matter."

"However, what kind of information can be considered as useful information?" Wei Dong said, "Is it to filter out a main line from each painting? Just like "Inverse Journey", time is the main line?"

"What about "The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"? Is the main line a fantasy? Or our emotions?" Luo Yu also felt that it was difficult to figure out this main line.

At this time, Mu Yiran was using a laptop to look up information: "As a photographer, Bi Di has been committed to photographing records of historical scenery, and is especially interested in some historical sites."

"No wonder, there are old and new in the lantern brigade..." Luo Kuo said.

"Bi Di won a city-level photography award when he was 13 years old. At that time, he went to visit his uncle who was engaged in archaeology during the summer vacation and took some precious fish fossils in the local area. It was these photos of fish fossils that won the award. Mu Yiran stared at the computer screen, "It was precisely because of that award-winning experience that Bi Di decided to become a photographer."

"So his signature is on those white fish stones?" Luo Kuo suddenly felt a little helpless, even ridiculous, when he heard the current information and combined with the various hardships in the painting.

It’s just some bizarre ideas of a photographer, thus forming an indestructible world, any distorted and unrealistic can exist majestically, and imprison all those who enter the painting, everyone can only follow his pace.

"After Bi Di was terminally ill, he was very unwilling, because a very important photography exhibition was being prepared." Mu Yiran said, "Some of his works before his death were related to time, and he seemed eager to let time stay longer a little while."

This coincides with what Mai Peng said before. Bi Di has great ambitions for photography, so the collapse of his body made him extremely desperate, so this "absolutely fair concept" of time reincarnation came into being.

"Is this a coordinate map?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran's computer screen, "With this picture, it becomes two complete letters, TN, is this really an abbreviation of some name?"

"It's probably the abbreviation of TNND." Wei Dong said seriously.

Everyone smiled, but there was a lingering sadness in that smile.

"Hurry up, we have to find a way to figure out the paintings in the next art museum. Although the painting pushers tried their best to keep us from knowing, there seems to be another force competing against it," Shao Ling seemed to be saying in this painting. I learned a lot from it, such as "Hurry up" - "No matter what, we have to find a way to try, even if we can figure out the theme of the exhibition hall activities."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the next step is to divide the work to find out the situation of the next art museum, and learn as much as possible about those damn paintings.

Qin Ci's call came into Ke Xun's mobile phone, Ke Xun answered the phone with a strange expression: "You mean, he left the hospital early? He didn't say hello to you? Oh, he left a V letter."

At this time, everyone's mobile phones rang at the same time, and everyone opened the "Jinhualun" group, and saw a new member in it - Ning Shishijie.

Ning Shishi left a long passage in the group——

Thank you everyone for never leaving me, especially Ke Xun and Brother Mu, who did not abandon me when life and death were at stake.

But I'm sorry, I may have to disappoint everyone.

In the hospital just now, I tried to contact Maishen and the others, but they are still there. They said they got separated from me in the art gallery, and they couldn’t be reached by phone.

You may not imagine that when I received their call, I heard Maishen, Sister Xi, Lu Heng, and Xiaoyu, I heard their voices, how fortunate and desperate I was.

They are still worried about me, asking where am I now?

But who knows, only I am the only survivor among the five of us!I really can't believe that the four of them will leave me and this wonderful world within a few days!

I have already made a decision, so that they will not have any regrets before they die!I want to go with them to a place that the 5 of us have always wanted to go, bring our cameras, and take pictures of the scenery we most yearn for!No regrets in this life!

Sorry, I can't go with you, because there are more important people who need my company.

Please forgive my willfulness and timidity.

Wish you guys good luck!

……

Wei Dong was about to leave a message to say something, but found that the other party had left the group.

The only connection everyone has with these people, which is Cao Youning's V letter, is completely broken in this way.

Cao Youning's departure made everyone's heart even heavier.

"Everyone has the right to choose his own way of leaving, maybe this is the best for him." Shao Ling said.

"That is to say, we are still 8 people, and we will welcome another 5 newcomers in the next painting." Weidong scratched his head, "I think this combination is the best, and their performance is amazing It's a hundred times stronger than the original me, alas... this damn painting."

The atmosphere in the car was a bit sluggish. Everyone divided the work of checking the information, and booked a ticket to go to City C in advance. The next art museum will be in this city.

When they arrived at the destination city B, the weather seemed to be much colder all of a sudden. They only felt the coolness on their faces, and everyone realized that there were snowflakes in the sky.

This weather again coincides with the world in the painting.

Fang Fei stomped her cold feet: "Whenever it snows, I want to eat dumplings." As if trying to liven up the atmosphere, it was really difficult for Fang Fei, who usually doesn't like to laugh.

"It's not easy, all go to my place, let's make dumplings!" Ke Xun issued a generous invitation.

Everyone looked at each other to make sure they had time for each other.

Only Luo Yu hesitated: "That...brother, you and my brother-in-law are just two people?"

"No matter how many circles we draw in this world, we will always be in the world of two." Ke Xun smiled slightly.

"Okay, then let's eat dumplings! I love radish and mutton the most! It also keeps the cold away in winter, how about you?" Luo Kuo hugged his heart tightly and sneezed.

"Your name is radish, and you still eat radish stuffing?" Wei Dong teased, "There used to be a girl named Yu Lan in our class who never ate magnolia slices! Eat beef!"

"Then let me ask you, Brother Dong, do you eat wax gourd?" Luo Wei also retorted.

"This winter is not Bidong~" Wei Dong looked at Fang Fei, "What kind of stuffing do you eat, I will go buy it when I get there!"

Fang Fei: "Three delicacies stuffing, chives, shrimps and fungus."

"Hey? I love this stuffing too~" Wei Dong laughed, "How about you? Do you two eat dumplings?"

Zhu Haowen and Shao Ling: ...

Shao Ling: "I like vegetarian ones, either zucchini eggs or carrot eggs."

Zhu Haowen: "I like meat. Lamb, scallions, pork, scallions, beef, and scallions are all good."

"There are not many people, and the mouth is quite mixed." Wei Dong looked at Mu Yiran and Ke Xun who were standing together, "Ke Er is the old-fashioned pork and cabbage, where is Boss Mu?"

Mu Yiran: "Same."

Ke Xun smiled: "It's really fate, even the taste is the same."

"Add more ginger?" Wei Dong asked reluctantly.

Mu Yiran: "Yes."

"Two drops of mustard oil dipped in vinegar?" Wei Dong also asked, "I still don't believe it, such a weird way of eating..."

Mu Yiran: "Coincidentally."

"Oh my god, this is a perfect match."

……

So, a few people came to Ke Xun's house in Z City, and after buying all kinds of ingredients, they went back to make dumplings.

"Let's keep it simple, there are too many styles, so let's divide them into meat ones and vegetarian ones." Fang Fei stood aside and watched Ke Xun cut the leeks.

"No, no, everyone must eat what they want, and there should be no ambiguity about it." Ke Xun said with a smile, "Brother Qin also ordered a mackerel stuffing..."

Luo Yu couldn't get along at all, and was about to pull Zhu Haowen to play a game, but saw that the other party was making noodles. Although the movements were a bit clumsy, they made the noodles together anyway, and after kneading, it really looked like that something happened.

When Luo Yu found that Mu Yiran was also peeling shrimp, he also voluntarily joined the ranks of making dumplings: "Being with everyone like this is like a family, the kind that is closer than relatives."

"Relative, that's really dispensable." Fang Fei shrugged her shoulders while cracking eggs.

"We are all people who have read each other's last words, who can have our friendship." Wei Dong vigorously chopped Chinese cabbage, "Mr. Shao is crying?"

"Don't talk to me, I'm chopping onions..." Shao Ling wiped away his tears, turned his face away and sneezed twice.

"What kind of conspiracy do you think the next painting will be? We have all the text, religion, history, and even animal protection. This time let us experience the time again. What about the next time? You said that the painting will be pushed to the next time. What are you doing for us?" Wei Dong began to squeeze the cabbage.

"The time is over, shouldn't it be time for space?" Luo Kuo began to make bold guesses.

"By the way, will you bring Xinchun with you next time? I'm very curious what Xinchun will be transformed into in the next painting." Wei Dong asked seriously.

"I can't bear it. It's good that Xinchun is like this." Luobo grated the radish and almost wiped his hands, "As long as it's outside the painting, it's fine, if it can't come out, it will be troublesome."

Everyone was a little silent, as long as they were off-screen, that was really a truth from the bottom of their hearts.

"I checked the weather forecast just now," Ke Xun changed the subject, "There will be heavy snow in City C in those few days, everyone must wear thick clothes, so as not to freeze! I don't know what's going on when I get to the picture, try my best Get ready."

"Hao Wener, what are you doing?" Wei Dong suddenly shouted, "Why did you make the noodles? We are eating dumplings, not steamed stuffed buns!"

"I see my mother puts baking powder in it every time..." Zhu Haowen was a little innocent.

"..."