Paintings of Terror

The four newcomers who came in together are colleagues. They were sent by the company to the Crystal Swan Hotel in this city to hold a business meeting. After the meeting, several people discussed going to the art gallery to pass the time. Then they met this Unlucky and bizarre thing.

Zhao Haicui, a girl with curly hair, is an old employee of the company. Another young girl is Wei Miao, a newcomer she brought. Wei Miao’s choice of props is dragon horns. At this moment, the two of them have long rabbit ears and long dragon horns. She was crying, looking strange and funny.

The other two male colleagues, one named Zhang Lifeng, he chose the two longan cores, and the other named Ge Lei, he was wearing the red and white striped T and black bell bottoms.

"Thirteen people are divided into six groups, with at least two in each group. Let's divide it now." Qin Ci said after introducing each other.

"I want to ask, what basis do you plan to use for grouping." Luo Wei, who is also a newcomer, carefully watched Qin Ci from behind his glasses.

"Usually," Qin Ci said calmly, "the basis of a few of us is to form groups voluntarily."

There are many unexplained meanings in this sentence. After Qin Ci finished speaking, he looked at Luo Wei and waited for his speech.

Luo Wei really had something to say, pushing the glasses on his face, his expression calm: "For those of us who are new to the painting for the first time, of course, I would rather you be able to bring the new with the old, but obviously, I think you People don’t agree to this request, and I don’t want to be separated from Yaqing."

After speaking, I glanced at Qi Qiang and Huangpi standing on the outermost periphery. It is obvious that those two people are not willing to bring a newcomer. Even if they do, who can guarantee that they will not be used as a backstop when they encounter danger. of.

"So, do you have any better suggestions?" Qin Ci asked him.

"In fact, in this kind of disorderly and socially constrained barrier, no one has the obligation to think about others," Rowe was so calm and rational that he was almost ruthless. "You form teams at will, we are not qualified to interfere, but if , Only if, if you want, can you consider not dividing the groups so fine, six groups, at least five groups with only two people, this is an extremely unscientific grouping method, since the rules of the painting and the choice 'If it does matter, then each group should have at least three talents. Once faced with the need to choose A or B, when there is a disagreement, the minority can be voted to achieve the majority decision."

"If you have a group of three, don't you still have to have a group of four?" Wei Dong said.

Luo Wei glanced at Wei Dong with the look of scumbags: "We are living people, not machines. It is not a dead end to have a five to five point. We have many flexible ways to make the final decision. So, are you? Agree with my proposal?"

The last sentence was for Qin Ci, but Luo Wei's gaze still subconsciously glanced at Mu Yiran, who was standing beside Qin Ci a few steps away. Out of the meticulous and careful observation of the man of science and engineering, he intuitively felt this silent and cold. The man who really has the final say in this group of old members.

If you are in a group of three, you have to divide it into four groups, but there are six worlds in front of you. Finding a signature is a race against time. Finding two less worlds may miss the best chance of escape.

Qin Ci looked at several companions who were walking along the way, and asked everyone what they meant with his eyes.

"That's it, then divide it into four groups," Ke Xun answered most simply. "Since we choose to determine our destiny, then we choose to divide into four groups and give up the entrance to the two worlds for the time being. That is also our fate. Maybe the "choice" has started now."

"That's right, I agree to divide into four groups." Wei Dong said.

"I agree too." Zhu Haowen said.

"What's your opinion?" Qin Ci asked several newcomers.

"I don't care, no matter how many groups are divided into, anyway, I have to be with you, and you have to be responsible for this!" Zhao Haicui, a girl with curly hair, was logically touching, holding on to Qin Ci's sleeves.

Qin Ci couldn't get rid of Zhao Haicui's pull, shook his head helplessly, and looked at his companion: "How to group?"

"I'm in a group with Yi Ran," Ke Xun said.

"I didn't ask you." Wei Dong rolled his eyes, "I'm also with Yi Ran."

Ke Xun: "..."

"I and Ke Xun are in a group," Mu Yiran said, "Wei Dong Haowen is in a group, Doctor Qin takes Luo Wei and Li Yaqing, and the rest are casual.

"Please pay attention to the time. Before 11 o'clock in the evening, if possible, try to return to this room. Since the rules of painting usually do not cause the entrants to die on the same night, then we rush back here before midnight, maybe we will definitely To reduce the probability of death.

"After entering the world of choice, everyone pays attention to leave a mark along the way to prevent getting lost on the way back, and at the same time leave it to others to find your clues.

“I’m bringing paper and pen, and I’ll put it in this room now. If someone can return to this room, you can leave a message with paper and pen to other people who didn’t return to this room on time, and write as much detail as possible about your group’s experience , And explain clearly the future plan of this group.

"Time waits for no one, it's better to start now."

After speaking, he glanced at Ke Xun, and Ke Xun immediately followed, and the two of them walked toward the entrance to the world that one of the round doors led.

Mu Yiran gave the final decision of the members of each group to the new people and Qi Qiang Huangpi. Whoever wants to follow it is entirely voluntary.

Surprisingly, it turned out to be yellow skin to keep up.

Qi Qiang originally moved his feet in the direction of Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, but when he saw Huang Pi walking past, he closed his feet again. In the end, he chose to form a group with a man and a woman in the newcomer.

Ke Xun speculates that Qi Qiang is probably the same as the previous painting. He wants to pick a soft persimmon pit. The newcomer knows nothing about the world of the painting, so he can't be used as a substitute for dead ghosts and pathfinders.

However, Ke Xun didn't spare any effort to intervene in this. In the painting, everyone can't protect themselves. Where is the strength to help others avoid calculation and persecution.

Ke Xun only asked Weidong Zhu Haowen and Qin Ci to be more careful, and then together with Mu Yiran Huangpi, stepped into the round door.

Ke Xun walked at the end of the three, paying particular attention to the Confucian scarf on his yellow skin. The yellow-skinned scarf was originally a round inch. The Confucian scarf was said to be a "scarf", but it was actually a kind of hat that was buckled on him. On the inch of his head, coupled with this man's ferocious face like a labor prisoner, he was so funny that he almost laughed untimely.

Looking back at the room behind him, he saw that the round door had been closed. The shape of the room was a rustic adobe house with no windows, and the roof was covered with dry straw.

Ke Xun speculated that this room will have different appearances in different worlds.

Turning back to look at the world that appeared in front of him, there was an indescribable sense of violation.

There are mountains in the distance and trees nearby. On the left, you can see blocks of farmland like fields. On the right, you can see the sparse cottages. The colors of the whole world are very strange, and all the scenery is old in color, just like a kind of Old movies or old paper piles of obsolescence.

Whether it's mountains, trees, or fields and houses, all of them are old and gloomy, and when you look closely, the lines of all the scenery are very strange, there is no absolute horizontal and vertical, even wall purlins, window ridges , The door frame, there is a kind of undulations and even roundness that does not conform to the original sense.

"I'm a little scared."

When Mu Yiran heard Ke Xun suddenly say this, he couldn't help but look at him.

Isn't this kid getting so heartbroken and courageous in the process of drawing in and out of the painting again and again, what is the fear at this time?

"I was very afraid of that kind of old movies when I was young," Ke Xun said. "For the kind of black-and-white films with or without sound, the color of the picture is like the dim yellow in front of me, and there is always something called something like that. ..."

"Noise and particles." Mu Yiran continued understandingly.

"Yes, it's the kind of texture that keeps moving around on the screen," Ke Xun touched his arm, as if a layer of goose bumps had formed there, "The sound of the sound movie is also suddenly loud. Suddenly, the sound quality is particularly poor, and it sounds even more weird-I am most afraid of such old movies, and I always feel that the people in them are not like living people."

So in this world like an old movie, will there be a group of weird "living" people?

"Whatever it is, find someone to ask about the situation here first." Ke Xun, who had just said that he was afraid, had already taken a step forward and walked towards the distant place with humans.

Along the way, Ke Xun made a very obvious mark on the tree or on the side of the road every distance. These marks are a set of special marks that only one can understand each other. Marks not only indicate the direction of the person making the mark, but also simply explain some situations and provide instructions.

However, in order to make it easier for newcomers who are not members of the group to be able to understand, Ke Xun also left some explanatory texts and signs that everyone can understand.

When they walked to a field that looked dry and deserted, the three people saw that one of their ancestors and grandchildren were ploughing the field with great effort. They were actually wearing blouses of ancient civilian style, with a bun on their heads, cloth ribbons and clothes Shabby, with almost no color.

The skin of the two people was like the tones of the world, yellow and dark, and they looked hungry and hungry, but their fingers and waists under their clothes were thick and round.

"Dare to ask..." Ke Xun squeezed the tone of the ancients, stepped forward to inquire, and bowed his fist, "The uncle, here...er, where is this place?"

The old man slowly raised his head, his gray beard did not have the texture of a human hair and beard. Ke Xun could hardly describe what kind of texture it was. It was a bit like cloth and mud, but it didn't look like beard anyway.

In view of the experience of the previous paintings, even if Ke Xun felt that the old man in front of him was very strange, he did not dare to explain it, but just pretended to look at him very naturally.

"A few of them are from outsiders," the old man said slowly, his voice carrying the sound quality of old movies, Ke Xun couldn't help but move two steps toward Mu Yiran's side, "This is Baihua Village."

The name of the village sounds nice, but Ke Xun glanced around and didn't see any flowers at all, or even if he saw the flowers, it was still yellow and dark, and it was indistinguishable from the scenery far and near.

Only knowing the name of a village cannot draw new clues. Ke Xun scratched his head, not knowing what to ask. After all, until now, he hasn't had a clue as to how to find the signature and figure out the death rules of this painting.

"Uncle, I think the fields here are a bit dry. Will the harvest be affected?" Mu Yi, who had been silent, suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with painting.