Paintings of Terror

"Our city s is a well-connected city, and it is very tolerant." As a guide, Ke Xun led everyone after getting off the high-speed rail. After passing by a sesame cake stall, one person bought a square sesame sesame seed. One of the characteristics of the city."

Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen were also there, each biting the biscuits in their hands, expressing their chewing.

Weidong tasted the taste of his hometown, and felt a sense of rebirth: "I just thought, when it develops, I will make a film "The Bian Bing on the Tip of the Tongue", and I will photograph all the biscuits all over the country, what kind of crab shell Ah, what kind of naan, what kind of chess pieces, and our unique crock oven biscuits!"

"Young man, ambitious!" An old man sitting beside the biscuits stall eating biscuits praised.

"Uncle, your mouth is good, blessed!" Wei Dong also replied, and said to everyone, "This is the way of communication in our city. In the eyes of the old people, we are all promising young people~"

Qin Ci answered the phone and explained to everyone: "The organizer of the medical exchange meeting has arranged a hotel. If it is not convenient, Hao Wen'er can stay with me in the hotel."

Zhu Haowen chewed the biscuits hard, feeling that the cheeks were thrown away: "I live at my aunt's house, and my cousin also needs manpower for the wedding arrangement. I will have to come in advance to help when the time comes."

Ke Xun looked at his mobile phone, and it was over 17 o'clock: "It's still early. Let's find a restaurant to rest for a while, and then we will go back to each one after dinner."

Everyone nodded, and Qin Ci also said, "Let’s eat something simple tonight, and wait for Xiaomu to get together in a few days."

So Ke Xun took everyone to a clean shop. The well-built restaurant owner looked at the four watery men in front of him-the fruit pattern on the chest of the T-shirt made everyone fresh and juicy...

The restaurant owner opened his mouth in the accent of the east of the city of S: "Ke Shen~ You always say, always sway me, today I have to entertain you harshly!"

Weidong bit his ears with two partners in a low voice: "Ke Er is the rebirth of Boss Li..."

Boss Li spoke directly with a loud voice: "I am afraid that the two new friends don’t know. Three years ago, they called me Fat Tuo Li! I was more than 230 kilograms of meat, don’t you believe me? If it wasn’t for Ke Shen, I guess they’re all right now. I'm too fat to walk!"

Boss Li showed everyone the muscular lines on his forearms while talking. Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen didn’t realize they gave Ke Xun, a gold medal body sculpting expert, thumbs up—it’s the first time I got along with my friends. , In the midst of talking and laughing, I don't realize that there is a bit of cherishment between life and death.

Over there, Ke Xun and Boss Li chanted at the door of the box: "Just four people, all by their own, don't fix those vain heads, the whole sheep feast? You have to rest! Come and four bowls of authentic noodles. Served with a few side dishes..."

While Boss Li said “the store is small and the food is simple”, he arranged for the waiter to put the “sixteen steaming bowls” on the table. The sixteen steaming bowls, including the black porcelain bowls on top, are thirty-two bowls.

"Old Li Changliang, I'll give him 32 likes~" Wei Dong is not welcome. He stretched out his chopsticks and put a couscous in a bowl of Qin Ci, and another piece of fried tofu filled with soup and put it in a bowl of Zhu Haowen Everyone has experienced so many paintings together, and their appetites for each other are almost clear.

"Since the experience of entering..., this is the first time to taste delicious food calmly." Zhu Haowen dipped the fried tofu with fried chili oil, and put it into the mouth with the hot and crispy. He exhaled the heat while enjoying himself. Chewing hard: "Eat once more is good, and you will have more greed for this world..."

If it were before, everyone might be depressed because of this sentence, but no one thought about it at this moment. Everyone laughed and raised a glass of wine: "People who are greedy and love the world are most worth drinking~"

Ke Xun placed the phone in the middle of the table. It was Mu Yiran on the screen. He frowned slightly, staring at the slightly shaking camera, and finally understood. He took the coffee cup in front of the camera and worked with everyone. A cup.

"Kelp and small crispy meat~ your favorite~" Ke Xun pushed the two steaming bowls in front of the camera.

Mu Yiran was told by Ke Xun about the taste, put down the coffee in his hand, touched his chin and looked at you, as well as the uneatable food at this table.

"Boss Mu, when are you coming here~ Let's go to Ke'er to make dumplings~" Weidong's drink volume is not good, and he feels a little dizzy after three or five cups of liquor.

Mu Yiran smiled faintly, but Ke Xun understood from his smile that this person probably has no time to come over to accompany everyone-the next time I meet, I'm afraid I can only wait until the next painting.

Painting, this weird existence, should I hate it or be grateful for it? Ke Xun and Mu Yiran "touched a glass" and drank them all.

"Count it down, how many levels have we broken?" After observing, Zhu Haowen felt that this box was safe, and then talked about this sensitive topic, but he still avoided using the word "painting".

Zhu Haowen continued: "I started at the Tongzilou, with everyone, and I have broken through three levels in total."

Weidong pushed the egg-rolled meat in front of Zhu Haowen: "I have two pictures of you with Ke Erchi."

After Qin Ci finished drinking, his face was not red, but pale: "I have experienced it twice with Xiao Mu, and the third time I met Xiao Ke and Dong Zi."

Zhu Haowen tasted the delicious egg-rolled meat, and settled in his heart: "In other words, judging from the total number, this game has already gone through seven levels. Brother Qin, are you sure you entered the first level? "

Qin Ci pulled his thoughts back to the day he didn’t want to recall: “At that time, 13 people all said that they were the first time. It was in L City in the northwest. I worked there for six months because of medical exchanges. I went to art in my spare time on weekends. I wandered around the museum, and now I still remember the name of the art museum-Time Art Museum."

Qin Ci's mood at this time can only be understood by those who have been in painting.

Mu Yiran was silent on the other side of the screen.

"I think we'd better write down each experience, instead of recording it in detail, just record some key words and numbers in a vague way, maybe we can find some rules from it." Judging from Zhu Haowen's expression , This person should have recorded all three paintings he experienced.

Wei Dong was already flushed with drinking, and pulled his hair vigorously: "When do you say this will be done, don't we just keep going through the barriers forever?"

It's probably the most desperate thing to paint without stopping for a lifetime.

"If you can be sure that Brother Qin and the others went through the first hurdle, then that is to say, this incident has a beginning," Zhu Haowen hesitated with his extended hand, or fell down and patted his side. Wei Dong, "Everything has a beginning and an end, it is impossible to loop indefinitely."

"There are only two conclusions about the beginning of this matter," Mu Yiran said on the screen. "Perhaps the time in the city was the general beginning of this matter; or perhaps it was the entire army a certain time before. A new starting point after annihilation."

"It's always the beginning," Ke Xun took over. "At present, every level we have experienced has its own rules. As long as there are rules and rules, it means there are certain numbers, so we can't go through the levels forever. There must be a total of these levels."

There must be a total number of these paintings.

People go in and out of the painting all the way, until which painting is the end point?

"Since the number is 13, then maybe the total number is also related to 13." Weidong said many people's thoughts, and then scratched his head, "It's not a lucky number."

"Under the premise of this hypothesis," Zhu Haowen dipped his hand in water and wrote the number 13 on the table. "Since the first level in City l, I have passed 7 levels today, and the 13th level has passed halfway. Turning a corner, but judging from the three levels I have gone through, it seems that the degree of difficulty is equal, and there is no rule from easy to difficult."

"Because the genres and styles of these works are different, the world they show is different," Mu Yiran said this time. "NPCs have different performances, some are very mechanical, some are blurred, and some But he can observe us secretly, and even confuse us."

Mu Yiran was referring to the "Shadow" that everyone just came out: "By the way, those Morris patterns are indeed related to the painter's experience: this man once worked on Morris for a huge mansion for his academic livelihood. The pattern drawing. Those patterns are mainly orange, and they are continuous and spread throughout the mansion. The painter has been drawing for a full year, and then he has undergone nearly half a year of psychological treatment. This incident probably caused him a lot. stimulate."

This explains why a Morris-patterned window appears in a Fauvist painting, while the image of Rong Rang appears in orange in that painting-these all represent the painter's inner world.

Mu Yiran seemed to have something going on there, nodded at everyone, and terminated the video chat.

Ke Xun looked at the pressed video, and Mu Yiran looked at himself for the last time.

"According to Xiao Mu just now, is it possible that the NPCs in these levels are gradually becoming stronger? Even gradually thinking?" Qin Ci speculated.

Regarding the summary of the laws of all paintings, everyone is eager to see one or two. Once they grasp the clues, they may be a magic weapon for life.

But the analysis at the moment is just a guess.

The box door was opened, and it was the restaurant owner who came in. On the tray were four bowls of steaming beef and rye noodles with green coriander sprinkled on top, which looked very delicious.

"I personally pressed the leaking glutinous rice noodles. The taste is absolutely extraordinary!" The boss enthusiastically put the glutinous rice noodles on the table one by one, and put a plate of cut beef and a few small saucers on the table. "Just entered the door. After listening for a few ears, I can’t understand what you young people say. It’s almost like my kid who stays at home and plays games all day. He chats with his classmates all day long, so I’ll tell him: Really dangerous It’s not the game world in the computer, but the reality! You’ll know when you go to society. You can be resurrected by breaking your life in the game. If you fall in the real world, it’s sometimes difficult to get up."

After hearing this, everyone thought it was the truth, so they all toasted to the boss.

"Sorry, I have quit drinking since I exercised." The boss poured himself a cup of tea and drank it with everyone. "My birth year this year, how old are the idiot brothers? In these 50 years, I have also experienced There are few dangerous ups and downs in the arena. I feel that some things that seem to be difficult are not necessarily bad things. People have some experience. Once they have experienced it, they will not be so timid."