Paintings of Terror

After listening to Qin Ci's introduction of "Rules for Entering Paintings", Li Xiaochun couldn't believe it, and his eyes looked a little like examining everyone, as if he was afraid that this was a game to trick himself - after all, he came here sleeping, who knows What the hell just happened.

Yue Cen remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Hua Jiqiu did ask one or two routine questions, and after being patiently answered by Qin Ci, she also fell silent for a while.

Perhaps because Director Hua was also here, Li Xiaochun felt that this incident still had some credibility. He walked up to Hua Jiqiu and whispered something to the other party. Hua Jiqiu replied helplessly: "Facts It should be what Doctor Qin said...Yes, we should be in the painting now...Really, I think it is true."

Luo Kuo looked at Li Xiaochun's rather robust physique, and asked, "Dude, what do you do in the art museum?"

Luo Kuo's inner monologue: It should be a security guard, but I hope it is a security guard who was born as a scout!

Li Xiaochun: "Cook."

Luo Kuo: "..."

After Li Xiaochun confirmed the authenticity of entering the painting, his mood calmed down a bit. After so many years of travelling, he gradually developed a temperament of being happy with the situation.

Li Xiaochun felt that he should have a clear self-introduction, so he cleared his throat and said: "My name is Li Xiaochun, because I was born in spring, my grandfather named me Li Xiaochun, I, I am good at... good at cooking , how about you? Since we are going to experience...so much together, we must understand it in advance."

"I was negligent." Qin Ci realized that he only told everyone the general rules of painting, but forgot to introduce each other. "My name is Qin Ci, and I am good at curing."

Although Wei Dong didn't understand the meaning of curing, it didn't affect his introduction: "Wei Dong is good at...eating."

Ke Xun: "Ke Xun is good at running, this is Mu Yiran, good at driving... no, good at thinking."

Ke Xun was bathed in Mu Yiran's cool eyes, and smiled at him without any intention.

Shao Ling didn't expect everyone to cooperate kindly with this newcomer, so he also said: "Shao Ling is better at choosing."

The others didn't say anything, and the embarrassing self-introduction in English just got stuck at Shao Ling.

Shao Ling: ...

Mu Yiran cleared his throat and said, "The current hall can't provide us with clues, so we might as well use this time to figure out the painting "Hehe"."

Hua Jiqiu put on the glasses that he had taken off, but it was useless, the world is just like this, it is not like taking off the glasses can return to the familiar past.

Hua Jiqiu sighed lightly, and said: "As the commentator of this year's New Year painting exhibition hall, I should know a lot about this painting, and I hope I can bring you some clues."

It is indeed a blessing to have someone on the team who understands paintings so well.

Everyone looked at Hua Jiqiu with serious expressions at this time, waiting for his next words.

Hua Jiqiu's voice tried to maintain the clarity and appropriate speed that the narrator should have: "This "Hehe" is made up of 28 fragments of woodblocks, and the author is not a professional New Year picture craftsman, but two an archaeologist."

"Two?" Everyone suspected that they had heard wrong.

"Archaeologist?" Shao Ling asked alone.

Everyone: Why is your focus so different.

Wu You asked further: "You mean, Si Nian, this name belongs to two people?!"

"Yes," Hua Jiqiu nodded affirmatively, "Si Youjun and Qi Nian, this is a couple who are also archaeological scholars. They have been working on the woodblock fragments of New Year paintings in the last few years of their lives. This piece of "Hehe" is the fragments of suitable patterns that they found from these fragments and spliced ​​them together."

"The title of the painting is "Hehe". Is this related to the couple?" Yue Cen, a wheelchair lady who hadn't spoken for a long time, asked suddenly.

Indeed, the word "Hehe" is easily reminiscent of Hehe Erxian, a pair of gods who are in charge of a happy marriage in the world.

"I don't know about this." Hua Jiqiu looked at the bright, spacious and hopeless hall in which he was in, and tried to regain his distracted mind, "Besides, the two immortals of Hehe are not only in charge of marriage, but also protect marriage. family harmony, and even world peace.”

Ke Xun couldn't help asking: "You said just now that they collected those woodblock fragments in the last few years of their lives. How did they die? It's as if they knew at that time that they would die in a few years. As dead."

Hua Jiqiu: "They died in an archaeological accident a few years ago. The rest of the archaeological team were safe and sound, but their husband and wife insisted on going to a more dangerous area, and they did not survive. But they Before that archaeological examination, they had sorted out all the matters before and after their lives, so many people in the industry speculated that these two people seemed to be preparing to die... They donated many fragments of woodblock prints collected during their lifetime to our art museum, among which There is this New Year painting "Hehe" composed of fragments."

After hearing this, everyone was thoughtful.

"Curator Hua, can you use your memory to draw the general pattern of the New Year picture?" Gu Qingqing said while opening the schoolbag she carried with her. Fortunately, there are notebooks and pens in it.

Hua Jiqiu looked at the girl who looked like a student in front of him. At first, he felt that the young girls in the team were relatively weak, but now he felt that these people were not simple.

Hua Jiqiu took the notebook handed over by Gu Qingqing: "I'll give it a try."

While Hua Jiqiu was immersed in painting, Yue Cen asked everyone a few questions about his previous paintings. The starting points for these questions were all very accurate, and some angles were even thought of by everyone recently. Asked by him in a calm voice order.

After a few rounds of questions, even Mu Yiran didn't realize that he looked at Yue Cen differently.

Wei Dong couldn't help asking: "Sister Cen, what do you do? Are you a detective?"

Yue Cen smiled lightly: "Thank you for the compliment, but unfortunately, excellent detectives only exist in mystery novels."

"Then you..."

"I'm just unemployed."

Wei Dong looked at the unemployed middle-aged woman in a wheelchair in front of him, but he couldn't see the slightest gesture of a disadvantaged person from her - the unemployed middle-aged woman wearing a navy blue shawl, because she was sitting in a wheelchair, she often She needs to look up to people, but from her gaze, people can only see wisdom and calmness and neither humble nor overbearing.

Yue Cen looked up at everyone: "According to the current situation, is there anything else we can do besides waiting?"

Ke Xun was about to answer, but found that all everyone could do now was wait.

Mu Yiran said: "The current location is very empty and very bright. According to the analysis of the surrounding light, those places should be forbidden areas, that is, the edge of the painting mentioned before. I think that if this painting goes down Development, either the scene changes, or an NPC will appear. All we can do now is to learn as much as possible about the content of this painting while waiting."

After hearing this, everyone thought it made sense, and Shao Ling counted the number of people again: "Anyway, we have all the people, and the world cannot stay stagnant forever."

Hua Jiqiu over there has already completed almost half of the painting, and Gu Qingqing watched carefully from the side: "It's really rare, curator Hua, your painting is very similar to the original painting."

Hua Jiqiu was holding the pen at this time, frowning slightly: "I only remember some patterns that I am more interested in, and there are more than a dozen patterns that I really can't remember, and it is difficult for me to guarantee these patterns. The location must be correct."

"My memory for paintings and the like is also very limited. If it is something like text, I will remember it more clearly." Even so, Gu Qingqing tapped the position in the lower right corner of the painting with a pen, "I remember this place Must be a bat."

This sentence reminded Hua Jiqiu, and he quickly drew a bat with a simple shape in the lower right corner, and the lines of the pair of wings seemed like auspicious clouds.

"If I remember correctly, there should be a fairy peach diagonally above the bat." Wei Dong also walked over, picked up a pen and drew a peach at that position.

Hua Jiqiu couldn't believe this young man with admiration: "I didn't expect that we still have painting talents here."

Wei Dong hurriedly waved his hand: "I dare not, I'm just a little artist. ——This place seems to be a squirrel, is there a squirrel in the ancient auspicious patterns?"

"Yes, the ancient squirrel pattern means many sons and many blessings." Hua Jiqiu said, "'Squirrel Grape' was often used by the ancients on embroidery or porcelain."

"What does this squirrel have to do with having many children?" Luo Kuo asked unconsciously.

"Because the mouse represents the child, it is homonymous with 'zi', and the pine tree has many seeds, which also represent longevity, so the squirrel often has the meaning of having more children and more blessings."

Luo Kuo: "The ancients really knew how to associate."

Wei Dong seemed to have remembered something, and drew a few circles next to the squirrel: "You just mentioned squirrel grapes, I remember that there were a few grapes drawn in this position, I didn't understand what was going on at the time, so I looked At a glance, there seem to be some auspicious patterns on the grapes."

Hua Jiqiu carefully looked at the string of circles drawn by Wei Dong: "This should not be grapes. If I remember correctly, this should be part of a string of Buddhist beads."

After everyone's memories together, I gradually remembered a few patterns, but I still couldn't draw them all, and the positions were not quite accurate.

A throat-clearing cough sounded suddenly.

Mu Yiran frowned, and scanned all his companions with vigilant eyes.

Shao Ling also felt something was wrong: "Who was it just now? Who was coughing?"

For a moment no one answered.

When the second cough sounded, everyone decided that it came from a stranger.

At this time, the hall was spacious and bright, and the coughing sound was so clear, but no one could see the figure of that person.

Fortunately, the three newcomers were quite strong this time, and no one screamed or showed a panicked look. Li Xiaochun wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and slowly moved closer to everyone: "I, why do I feel that this voice sounds like It came up from the ground."

Li Xiaochun's analysis was correct, everyone felt the same way, the cough just now clearly came from under the marble floor tiles.

"Back!" Fang Fei said suddenly, "The floor tiles there are starting to loosen!"

This discovery made everyone nervous. Under Mu Yiran's gesture, everyone gathered together and retreated silently. They saw that the crack in the bricks in the middle of the hall became larger, and a whole piece of ground began to sink slowly.