Paintings of Terror

A group of thirteen people followed the police back to the police station.

Weidong looked at the decent gate of the police station, and felt that "Mr. Huatui is finally getting serious".

"Newcomers have to register here before they can apply for temporary residence permits." The police brought a few people to a room with a female policewoman sitting in it, "Xiao Zhang, these are handed over to you, apply for the permit."

Policewoman Xiao Zhang seems to be busy with something in front of the computer, keeping his eyes on the screen, and throwing one hand over a stack of forms: "First fill in the form! Pen is on the table, and there are glazes on the windowsill!"

So the thirteen people started to find places to fill in the forms. Ke Xun pushed the only chair against the table to Mu Yiran. He simply lay down on the window sill and wrote on it, guarding a bottle of paste and a pair of old men. There is a flower mirror and a pot of malnourished cactus.

Ke Xun had never applied for a "temporary residence permit" in the real world. He looked at the contents of the form. It was all basic items, such as gender, birthplace, ID number, and the like. He didn't even need to provide proof.

The teenage girl with super short hair came over: "borrow a pen for a while, I will run out of water with this one."

Ke Xun wrote quickly and just finished writing, so he handed the pen over. Seeing that the other party had already written the second half of the page, and only the first line was left unfilled, the girl smiled: "I am used to writing the name at the end."

Ke Xun suddenly felt that this was a good habit, so that the invalid forms would not be "leaved" everywhere.

The girl also glanced at Ke Xun's form: "It turned out to be these two words."

"if not?"

"I was just thinking about how this boy is called'science'."

Ke Xun remembered that when he was a child, someone called him the nickname ‘scientist’. The name itself didn’t mean anything bad, but when it was placed on the scumbag himself, he was full of malice.

Ke Xun saw that the girl picked up a pen and wrote the name-Zhao Yanbao, the pen was actually a rare richness and strength, calm and happy. It's not like a young woman's pen power.

"Yan Bao, have you finished writing it?" Mori girl in the shawl came over, "Which ‘ya’ did I use by my name, and whether to add the word for female?"

Zhao Yanbao: "No."

"Oh."

It turns out that this is also a pair of hair children, just like Ke Xun and Weidong.

"Is it all finished?" The policewoman finally looked at everyone with appreciation, and she didn't change her face when she saw Mu Yiran's "rare treasures", "Hurry up after writing!"

Everyone obediently handed in their forms, and the policewoman took them to check them one by one, and then checked something on the computer.

Wei Dongxin said: Can your computer check our affairs?

"It's all right, get the certificate first." The policewoman took out a thick stack of business cards from the drawer, untied the rubber band, and began to issue the certificate. "Write your name in the place where you fill in your name. After writing it, go to the next room to review and stamp."

In the next room is an elderly policeman on duty. Wearing glasses, he browsed the forms of several people separately, and marked some forms, and asked two sentences: "Qin Ci, are you a doctor?"

Qin Ci nodded after being named, "Yes, surgeon."

"How many years have you got the scalpel?"

"Almost ten years."

"Well, we need such talents here!" If the old policeman got the treasure, he wrote Qin Ci's'business card' on his career, and then stamped it and sent it to Qin Ci. "You will report to the central hospital in a while."

The ID in Qin Ci's hand was like a work permit, which read: Qin Ci, male, Department of Surgery, Xincheng Central Hospital.

Does this place manage to arrange work? Ke Xun and his companions looked at each other briefly, and did not touch the doorway of this world for a long time.

The old policeman looked at the curly-haired young man again: "Your name is Jisoon?"

The curly-haired young man nodded hurriedly, and everyone discovered that the old policeman’s form did not know when there was a photo of everyone. It was a photo taken with a camera, just like the photo quality of a driving school exam.

When was this photo taken? The human face was photographed so clearly. Everyone can't help but look around the room, and they don't know where the camera is hidden, and there should be more than one.

The old policeman continued to ask Ji-soon, "Are you also in surgery?"

Zhichun nodded: "I just graduated from medical school, and I'm only a surgical intern now. The scalpel...have no chance to get it yet."

"I asked you so much? Don't answer without asking." The old policeman suddenly became cold.

Zhisoon sticks out his tongue secretly, maintaining a smile on his face: "Hey, I see."

The old policeman's tone eased: "Just follow Doctor Qin and beat him."

Zhichun carefully accepted the work permit handed over by the old policeman, and stood beside his "teacher" Qin Ci.

The old policeman went on to look at the form. Perhaps he was not satisfied with it, and he was a little frustrated: "What is this? Art? Why is that for food?"

Wei Dong was named indirectly, stepped forward, cleared his throat, and decided to give the elderly a serious introduction to his profession: "Artists generally refer to technical talents who process and create planes, colors, tone, and creativity. , Divided into graphic art, web art and 3D art. Generally, you need to be proficient in design software such as Photoshop."

This answer from Baidu Baike has long been memorized by Weidong. When I was just working as an art artist, I would be asked by the seven aunts and eight aunts every Chinese New Year. He simply gave the most standard answer, but immediately followed by the question. Here comes again—"Hey, technical talents! How much do you earn in a month? Do they all earn an annual salary?"

...Wei Dong scratched his head, looked at the old policeman innocently, and heard the old man say: "We don't need this kind of talent here."

Whether it is due to the professional habit of an art artist or the habit of being forced to develop by the "painters", Weidong has already surveyed the city just now, and at this moment smiled and retorted: "There were a lot of designs on the road just now. The company, some LED lights are still flashing recruitment advertisements, so call for an artist."

The old policeman's eyes lifted from the top of the fancy glasses and looked at Wei Dong sharply: "That would not be the task."

When the word "task" was heard at first glance, everyone felt nervous, especially a few old members-tasks? Is it so straightforward to be brought up?

Wei Dong boldly asked: "Officer Chu, what tasks do we have?"-Chu Zhiyong, this name is written on the work card on the chest of the old policeman.

Chu Zhiyong seemed to have not heard him, his eyes fixed on a form in his hand, and then he found Zhao Yanbao in the crowd by comparing the photos: "Are you Zhao Yanbao? A psychologist?"

Zhao Yanbao stepped out and stood by Chu Zhiyong's table, her thin short hair showing a pine needle color in the twilight: "I'm just a graduate student in the Department of Psychology, not a psychologist."

Chu Zhiyong looked at the somewhat heroic girl in front of him, thought about it, and wrote down his work unit on the certificate: Detective Cocoon Office.

Zhao Yanbao took her own certificate, not commenting on it, just like Qin Ci, pinning it to her chest.

The whole room was very quiet, and everyone was waiting for the old policeman's assignment, or letting go.

"Why do so many artists?!" Chu Zhiyong grabbed his messy gray hair, "famous painting appraiser? Wedding dress designer? Photographer? Painter? Art gallery owner?"

Several "artists" were said to be a little embarrassed, but the "famous painting appraiser" Mu Yiran still wore a sloppy expression, with his eyes slightly looking towards the window, as if appreciating the sunset outside.

"Big guys, come to the police station." Chu Zhiyong lit a cigarette and took a few breaths slowly.

Ke Xun secretly compared his height with Lion. When he was hesitating, the voice of the old policeman rang in his ears: "Ke Xun, if you have practiced sports, come to our Criminal Investigation Department. There is also the one that is more than 1.9 meters. ."

In this way, Ke Xun was happy with Mu Yiran, and the two of them also got the certificate together...work permit...

As a photographer, Lion and bridal designer Xiao Qinxian were assigned to the forensic department of the police station. Xiao Qinxian was particularly puzzled about this, and he asked a lot of questions, but the old police didn't seem to hear it.

Weidong was also assigned to the police station. In the household registration section, in Chu Zhiyong's words, it was "registration control."

The remaining few people stood there waiting for the distribution without embarrassment. Chu Zhiyong said to Qin Ci and Zhao Yanbao: "There are four people left. You can pick two of them each."

Therefore, the Mori girl Chi Lei was selected by Zhao Yanbao, who was born, and the second person she chose was Zhu Haowen.

Qin Ci gave Zhao Yanbao the opportunity to select candidates. For him, people with no medical experience are almost the same, who chooses the same, so the two who fell in the central hospital are Su Benxin and painter Yu Ji.

"It's getting late, and every unit will arrange the dormitory." Chu Zhiyong looked at his watch and prepared to leave work.

The sky is going to be dark, but at this moment, I haven't even touched the side of the death rule, so going back can only be a gamble.

As a newcomer to the police station, Ke Xun took a step forward and saluted the old policeman: "Uncle Chu, what is our central task?"

Chu Zhiyong showed a non-smiling expression: "The young people who come to Xincheng mostly come to talk about love. I don't know much about your young people."

Ke Xun remembered that he was walking on the streets of the city just now. You could see all kinds of billboards saying "Romantic City" everywhere. Perhaps this is also a way to show the charm of the city, just like the romantic city of Paris?

Su Benxin just hung a work card that reads "Heart City Central Hospital Surgery" on her chest, but at this moment, she suddenly remembered her central idea when planning this art exhibition-talking about a mature love. Is the deduction a coincidence or...

People who have not experienced the dead world in the painting will always use kindness to guess the intention of the painter.

However, Mu Yiran repeatedly looked at the work card in his hand, and finally asked his own question: "Officer Chu, you can only work with orders. The sooner we understand the core of the task, the sooner we can complete the task. The validity period of this certificate is only 13 God, I’m afraid we don’t have much time to go around."

When everyone heard it, they hurriedly looked at their work cards, only to see a line of small characters at the bottom of the reverse side that read-the validity period of the certificate: October 17th to October 30th.

The year is not indicated, but this is not what everyone is most concerned about-"13 days?! What do we need to do in these 13 days?" The first question was Xiao Qinxian with a mushroom head.

"Find enough beasts." Chu Zhiyong seemed to be talking to himself.

"what?"

"Find enough Scarlet Beasts." Chu Zhiyong looked at everyone with gray eyes.

"What is enough?" Mu Yiran grasped a secondary point-about the Scarlet Beast, there will be an explanation in the future, and there is no need to ask it now.

"13 kg."