Paintings of Terror

While everyone was calming down, Mu Yiran and Ke Xun looked at the painting "Schrödinger's Cat" hanging on the wall again.

This painting is still the same as it was before it was painted. There are only some dots like grains and waves on the black background, and Qi Muhuan, Dong Yao and Deng Lin who are left in the painting cannot be seen on it.

"The waves and particles in the painting are different from those before entering the painting," Mu Yiran said, pointing to the upper right corner of the painting, "I had glimpsed here before entering the painting, and there are three particles distributed in a triangular shape, but now , here becomes a disordered distribution."

Ke Xun suddenly said: "So it could be that the three people are represented in the form of particles on the picture, and there are actually three of them in the painting in front of me, but they are not in human form."

Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "It should be like this."

Wei Dong's voice suddenly came in from the side: "Student Ke, I've fixed the coffin boards for Uncle Newton for you, now you can explain why stepping on the left foot and the right foot can really go to heaven."

Ke Xun turned his head and winked at him and smiled: "I'll tell you that if you don't know how to review questions, it's fatal, you know, remember the requirements displayed on the big screen in the initial room - all scientific phenomena, theories, formulas, etc. Wait, etc., there are hypotheses with theoretical basis, logical and self-consistent inferences, paradoxes, conventional views, well-known phenomena-note, 'paradox', 'conventional views', 'knowledge The phenomenon of high popularity', what does this mean? As long as the degree of recognition is high, it can be true in the painting."

"Damn, I understand!" Wei Dong had an epiphany, "Isn't this a move commonly used in those kung fu movies? There are many audiences. Even if they know that it violates Uncle Niu's first law, everyone agrees. After all, people also have a little bit of theoretical support, such as borrowing strength and so on."

"For Liao, you can't do it, little comrade," Ke Xun patted him on the shoulder, "the brain hole is too small, and the hairline is not willing to cover it for you."

"Rolling, hairline and brain hole have no blood relationship, you know!" Wei Dong said.

The mood of He Tang next to him has eased, and Wen Yan also interjected: "However, Xiao Ke, your brain is too big. I am afraid that no one can think of the move of stepping on the right foot with your left foot. Do this while drawing a black line down from the forehead, you know?"

"You guys are pretty good," Wu You said with a nasal voice, "The problem in my level is: how to jump over a ten-meter-long sandpit without using props. The sand in the sand is quicksand, if it falls into it, it will sink immediately, I thought that Ke Xun is a sports student, maybe there is a way, so I asked him for help, and guess what idea he gave me?"

"What idea?" Zhu Haowen asked quietly.

"He asked me to use the 'butter cat' rule!" Wu You didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Everyone: "..."

"What is a butter cat? Is it related to Schrödinger's cat?" Luo Wei scratched his head and asked if he really didn't know.

“If a piece of bread with only one side covered with butter falls on the ground by accident, the side with the buttered side will always be down,” Shao Ling said, “while a cat falling from mid-air will always land on its feet. Then if the bread The unbuttered side sticks to the back of the cat and is thrown into the air, and according to the above two phenomena, the butter and the cat will never hit the ground."

Luo Kuo reacted for a while, and then he understood with an "oh": "If the cat's feet land on the ground, it means that the side that is not buttered is down, which violates the conclusion that the buttered side is always down, and vice versa. The cat always lands feet first, so in order to make these two conclusions true, the sticky bread and the cat will never fall to the ground."

"This is a paradox that cannot be established at all," Shao Ling said, "but because it is a hypothesis with a theoretical basis and can be logically self-consistent, it really holds true in the painting."

"You can never imagine the feeling of tying a cat in front of me, sticking a piece of buttered bread on my back, and rolling in the air." Wu You squinted at Ke Xun.

Wei Dongluo paid tribute to Ke Xun with his eyes: "You are awesome, your brain is really awesome!"

Ke Xun gave himself two thumbs up: "That's great."

Qin Cidao: "I think that among all the rules displayed on the big screen in the initial room, there is actually only one thing that is the most important, and that is the rule 'no evidence is needed, only imagination is needed'. This may be the program's reason for his son's suicide. The biggest resentment of the original reason. Many people think that the biggest drawback of exam-oriented education is that it kills children’s imagination to a certain extent. You must know that imagination is the driving force of technology and human progress, and it is also an important source of happiness in life. Do As an abstract painter, he should be more aware of the importance of imagination than anyone else, perhaps for him, imagination is the core of life.”

"In this way," Zhu Haowen moved his lips slightly, "Among us, only Ke Xun used the real strategy for clearing the level."

Ke Xun clasped his fists: "It's too much, it made everyone laugh."

Wei Dong was about to smack this pissed guy when he heard someone yell at the entrance of the exhibition hall: "You guys! This place is cleared, leave now!"

Everyone didn't wait to stay any longer, and filed out from the exhibition hall. Ke Xun was still carrying Wei Dong on his back - one of Wei Dong's shoes fell into the painting, and the snow outside was so thick that he couldn't walk barefoot.

In the lobby of the Laide Art Museum, dozens of people were setting up the machines, some were lighting, some were fiddling with cameras, and some were debugging with on-site microphones.

This is a filming crew.

When passing by the staff, I heard a few people chatting there.

"I heard that the reality show that Dong Yao and Qi Muhuan participated in is also recorded here?"

"That's right. Originally it was said that they would record first in the morning and we would shoot ours in the afternoon, but Director Zhang seems to have communicated with them just now. We have other arrangements in the afternoon, and they agreed to change it to their afternoon. made a bid."

"What kind of show is that?"

"I heard that it's a program where I film a tricky game with a bunch of amateurs. The whole process is covered by invisible cameras, and the filming is non-stop for 24 hours. One filming lasts for seven days."

"Tsk tsk, there are so many reality shows nowadays, you can really think of any trick. But if you're shooting with amateurs, isn't it afraid that amateurs are only focusing on star chasing and can't take care of recording shows?"

"It's okay. The crew is looking for amateurs who have been screened. It is estimated that few of them can recognize them. This is what they want. The audience in front of the TV likes to watch the amateurs be kept in the dark, and finally reveal the true identity of the star. section of the bridge."

"24 hours, 7 days, those two are hard enough."

"Is it okay if you don't work hard? The competition in this industry is fierce. If you work hard to find out all the tricks, don't you just want to be famous and gain both fame and fortune?"

"Hehe, there is a use for it. You can't take anything with you when you die."

"Stop talking sour words, it's time to start work."

……

The painters disbanded on the spot in the hotel where they lived, and added contact information with Wu You and He Tang. Those who took the plane took the plane, and those who took the train took the train, and went back to their respective homes.

It was also snowing in City Z, fluffy snowflakes were being pulled under the hazy sky.

Ke Xun sat cross-legged on the thick feather-gray fluffy carpet on the floor of the living room, flipping through a copy of "Schrödinger's Cat-The Mysterious Quantum World", which he bought from a bookstore on the way back.

Mu Yiran came over with the freshly made hot coffee, sat down on the carpet, handed him a cup, glanced at the pages of his book, and turned to look at the gradually lit city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ke Xun put away the book, took a sip of the coffee, and frowned: "It's not sweet."

"Release..." Mu Yiran hadn't uttered the word "sugar", the man had already got up and rushed over, holding his face and nibbling a few mouthfuls, then licked his lips and sat back contentedly: "Sweet gone."

"How's your study going?" Mu Yiran leaned on the beanbag behind him in a leisurely manner.

Ever since "mingling" with this guy, Mu Yiran felt that his sitting posture could no longer regain the straight and elegant demeanor of the past.

"To sum it up in two words," Ke Xun continued to drink his coffee, hot white air wafting between his mouth and nose, "a big head makes a child afraid."

"Are you doubting that the real world we live in is also a world of dualism?" Mu Yiran looked at him.

Ke Xun nodded: "I think just like the idea that the program wants to embody, the current level of human science and technology is limited, and it is impossible to measure or define the constituent elements of consciousness, so it cannot be absolutely denied that it does not exist independently.

"So, what if? What if there really is a consciousness above matter, not just because it is in a high-dimensional space, but—it can determine matter, it can determine us human beings who are made of material elements What should we do? Wait for death or find a way to fight against it?

"If it can override matter, how can we fight against it? If we can only wait for death, then is there any point in painting and painting like we are doing now?

"Of course, you know, I have a suspicion. I think the power behind the painting is probably such a consciousness, so it can determine and manipulate matter. For example, if it only exists in the painting, Then it should only be able to control us after entering the painting, but why can its power also extend to reality?

"You see, every time we produce a painting, we will have an extra ticket for the next art museum we will enter. Where did this ticket come from? Our pockets were originally empty. This ticket, it is also material. ?It is the 'consciousness of painting' that creates it and lets it enter our pockets.

"Also, for another example, we can't talk about the things in the painting to others outside the painting, otherwise we will go crazy and lead to death. Then what kind of power decides to make us go crazy? It's the 'consciousness of the painting', right? I can't think of any other explanation than this one.

"So, of course, I always have a feeling that we seem to be shrouded by some kind of consciousness, like a mouse in a cage, we can't get out of its palm as it tosses us at will.

"But the most frightening thing is... this cage seems to be the reality we always thought... this world."