Paintings of Terror

"If we destroy these machines, what will you say will be the consequences?" Wei Dong said.

"I guess it will be backlashed." Ke Xun said.

"Is the modification of the photo considered a kind of destruction?" Wei Dong pointed to Ke Xun's unrecognizable photo that had been altered in his hands with concern.

"It shouldn't be counted," Ke Xun said, "I haven't changed its character. At best, I just put a layer on it, which can be wiped off with one rub, see."

"Okay," Wei Dong sighed, "I'm just worried about you. The other three laboratories have ways to deal with it. Only this laboratory..."

"Listen to Dongzi, if I also become a vegetable, don't hesitate to kill me directly, don't let me live and suffer." Ke Xun said.

Hearing sad, Wei Dong nodded indiscriminately.

Ke Xun also didn't want to watch Wei Dong feel sorry for him, got up and put the photo back to the original place, then stood next to Mu Yiran, watching him check the documents in his hand.

Mu Yiran tilted his head and glanced at him: "You seem to have discovered something?"

Ke Xun repeated the analysis just now, and then asked him: "What do you think these reproduced photos are used for?"

Mu Yiran put down the files in his hand, looked down and thought for a while, and said lightly: "If you don't speculate about the experiment content and start from the photos themselves, how would you react when you see these photos?"

Ke Xun tilted his head to look at him: "You really asked me to tell?"

Mu Yiran did not answer, nor looked at him, just lowered his eyelids.

"I don't say that you can guess it," Ke Xun said. "But the problem is that I reacted like this. Others are not. I mean people with normal orientations, um... it may not include rotten girls. "

Mu Yiran suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him: "On the first night, Cai Xiaoyan, who was normal, was unscathed; on the second night, Qin Ci, who was normal, was unscathed, but Zhang Hanrui, who was a rotten girl, became a test product."

Ke Xun's eyes flashed: "You mean, this laboratory experiment is aimed at homosexuals and corrupt girls?"

"Or you can interpret the rotten girl as a group that agrees with or supports homosexuality," Mu Yiran added. "Further generalization is that the experiment in this laboratory is aimed at a group with heretical tendencies in sexual orientation. Here's "heresy" , Refers to the category under the background of that era."

"Then what if the painters are determined to be heterosexuals? Isn't this laboratory a waste of it?" Ke Xun said.

"In fact, isn't the B laboratory equivalent to being abandoned now?" Mu Yiran said, "The setting of'painting' will never leave us a dead end, and it may not be that every difficulty is for us who are involved in painting. Customized. If you are lucky, you may be able to pass the level without harm. If you are not lucky, everyone may not even get through the first day. Remember what I told you when you entered the first painting? ', there will be BUG, ​​what does this mean?"

"Explain that the'painting' is not tailor-made for us, it is set in advance, and will not change due to the attributes of the painter," Ke Xun replied, "so every difficulty is deadly for us people. The game is still alive. It is all luck. Of course, most of the difficulties are the game of nine deaths."

Mu Yi nodded his head.

Ke Xun sighed, then sighed and laughed again: "Then we are very unfortunate, why did you and I happen to be in this D laboratory by chance? It's just in the middle of the'painting'."

Mu Yiran's face was slightly stiff, and he picked up the file in his hand and looked through it again.

Ke Xun looked at him and leaned closer and spoke in a low voice, "Yan, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

Mu Yiran didn't raise his eyelids, and said indifferently, "What do you think I should tell you."

Ke Xun suddenly raised his hand to take the flashlight in Mu Yiran's hand, and turned off the light, and the place where the two of them were suddenly plunged into dim darkness.

Mu Yiran felt a sudden warmth in his ears, and Ke Xun's warm voice sent a low voice into the ear holes: "If we were subjected to frontal lobe resection tonight, maybe tomorrow morning, we would never recognize each other again. Yiran, I think, life is short, especially for those of us who are in the painting, who have today and no tomorrow, so we should say what we want, do what we want, do whatever we want when we live, and there will be no regrets when we die. Of course, if you miss the good time when each other is still there, you will really regret it for the rest of your life."

Mu Yiran was silent in the darkness. Ke Xun waited for him patiently. When I don’t know how much time passed, when Ke Xun started to feel sorry for him, he secretly sighed, thinking that he should not embarrass him, and was about to start looking for a topic. Turning the incident over, I heard Mu Yiran's voice briefly and quietly: "Ke Xun."

"Yeah." Ke Xun was suddenly a little nervous. Just after licking his dry lips, he felt that Mu's stunned hand came up from behind, and then... landed on the back of his head.

... rubbed his messy hair like a dog's head, and said gently: "You talk too much, hurry up."

Ke Xun: "..."

Returning the flashlight to Mu Yiran, Ke Xun walked around and caught a glimpse of Wei Dong staring at his black cell phone with a gloomy face: "The electricity is running out... I have to bring a power bank next time I go to the painting. ."

Ke Xun stretched his hand into his pocket and touched his cell phone, which was dead. He suddenly remembered something. He walked back to Mu Yiran and said, "There is something I think is very strange. I verbally unified the four of us last night. The act of letting go of the wire head didn’t take long for the individual to be gagged. After that, we relied on the stopwatch on my mobile phone, and something as bright as the mobile phone’s screen stood in front of us. You said those'things' Why don’t you kill it like you’re blocking my mouth? Just leave the phone on until the battery runs out. If I plug a power bank into my phone, wouldn’t it be obvious that I can use it until dawn in one breath? Cheating device, why is it not banned?"

Mu Yiran raised his eyes to look at him, and nodded slightly: "This is a bit strange."

"Could these'things' not see the light?" Ke Xun said.

"It shouldn't be the reason," Mu Yiran gestured to the projector on another desk with his chin, "If you can't see the light, you won't use this equipment."

"Is it because the background of this painting is a long time ago, when there were no mobile phones, so these ‘things’ don’t recognize mobile phones?" Ke Xun said.

Mu Yiran thought about it briefly: "This may be one of the reasons, and I have another speculation about it."

Ke Xun: "Talk about it."

Mu Yiran: "In this research institute, all the research projects are related to people. To sum it up with an inappropriate term, it is people-oriented. They study the most primitive, authentic and natural things of people, not by Industrial products, technological products, etc. created and transformed by humans. So can we infer that these'things' are only sensitive to humans, and are not interested in other non-human materials except the laboratory's own equipment?"

"If so," Ke Xun's eyes lit up, and Mu stared at him intently, "I suddenly had an idea. Doctor Qin, come here!"

Qin Ci came over: "Have you found it?"

Ke Xun took Qin Ci's shoulders and pulled him closer and lowered his voice: "Tonight, you will suffer a noise attack in Lab A. Yiran and I just speculated that these things may not be sensitive to technology products, so I thought about it. Maybe it can help you withstand the noise, but I don’t know if it will work."

Speaking, he took out a pair of earphones from his pocket and stuffed it into Qin Ci's hand: "My earphones are very soundproof. When you bring them, will you have music in your phone?"

Qin Ci looked at him with admiration: "Xiao Ke, your mind is turning faster and faster. There are a few songs on my phone, all of which are slow-paced music."

"That's just right," Ke Xun said, "I don't know if it can block the noise, but even if it can't, as long as there is music in the middle, it can buffer the harsh and monotonous sound. If those things are not sensitive to technology products, they should not stop you. Play music. Do you have a lot of phone battery?"

Qin Ci took out and took a look: "There is still 70% left. If you only listen to music, the power consumption should not be too fast."

"It really doesn't work. Let Deng Guang and the others use it." Ke Xun said.

Qin Ci nodded: "For safety's sake, I'd better prepare, and the little girl surnamed Li, she may also need to prepare one more."

Qin Ci left to get his mobile phone, Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran again: "I have another idea. Since those things are not sensitive to technology products, let's take a picture with the mobile phone camera at night, maybe something can be photographed. Come on, what do you say?"

Mu Yi nodded his head.

Ke Xun reached out to him: "Lend me the phone."

Mu Yiran took it out and unlocked it and handed it to him. Ke Xun called up the camera and took a picture of the situation in the test room first. As he saw on the first day, there were several gray figures in the room with the whole face. It was also withered and shriveled, with sluggish eyes without any emotions, but with a mouth like a black hole, arms stretched out, five fingers bent, as if trying to escape something, or trying to escape something.

"You said that these'people' were the victims of the failed experiments mentioned in the experiment log?" Ke Xun said.

"Yes." Mu sighed, "I compared the numbers on their clothes with the test article numbers mentioned in the diary. Some of them are correct, and some are not in the diary, but I think these people should all be Yes."

Ke Xun took a picture for a while and suddenly said, "I'm going to the toilet." He strode out of the laboratory.

Mu Yiran put down the papers in his hand, looked at a place in the darkness and meditated, and suddenly heard Zhu Haowen's voice resounding beside him: "Homosexuality was considered a mental illness in the past."

"So I was taken to remove the frontal lobe in an attempt to cure these'mental patients'." Mu Yiran continued indifferently.

"Will the person who painted this picture be an anti-gay person?" Zhu Haowen said, "That's why I painted Lab D in the most detailed way to express my inner aversion to homosexuals."

"It may also be a homosexual." Mu said in a daze, "exposed and criticized with painting."

"But I think that the background of this painting was in that era. It's impossible for homosexuals to brazenly speak out for the same kind. Only those who may be against the same dare to paint like this." Zhu Haowen said.

"In any age, there is no shortage of fearless heresy." Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun who was stepping through the door, and his lips moved slightly in the darkness.