Paintings of Terror

Fang Fei left her contact information and added the V letter group "Into the Painting Theory", and then left. The rest of the people stayed at a nearby hotel for one night and had a meal together the next morning.

After a meal, I sat down, mainly because Shao Ling had many questions to ask.

"So now, it seems that the coordinates of the art gallery where all the paintings you have entered are connected to look like a T and a triangle?" Shao Ling looked at the coordinate map saved on Ke Xun's phone, thoughtfully Asked.

"The latter angular shape can be seen as a triangle, or as a vertical right slash to the left of the letter'N' or'M' and a right slash in the middle," Qin Ci said, "but I prefer the letter N or M. ."

"In this way, the coordinates we entered in the painting are based on the shape of these letters," Shao Ling thought, "then these letters are some hints?"

"We have also discussed it," Qin Ci said, "Everyone thinks that there are two possibilities. First, these letters composed of all the gallery coordinates will eventually form a sentence similar to a code word or a reminder, and this sentence is likely to be The key to unlocking the truth behind this whole incredible thing; secondly, the letters formed by these coordinates are, most likely, a huge signature."

Shao Ling was startled, and immediately refocused his eyes on the screen of the mobile phone. He stared carefully for a while before saying, "If this is a signature, have you ever searched for a painter whose signature starts with a T?" "

"There are so many painters at home and abroad in ancient and modern times. Isn't it hard to find?" Luo Ling said.

"At least ancient Chinese painters can be ruled out," Shao Ling said. "Only foreign painters or contemporary Chinese painters who can sign in English letters. The name starting with T may be an English word or an abbreviation of the name. , We should investigate the names of painters from various countries, do not care about painters who do not start with T, and then use the exclusion method to filter..."

"This is probably a very large amount of work," Qin Ci shook his head slightly, "You know, we have even been in the paintings that are even unknown, and even the painting skills are not considered good artists. If you take this Painters of all levels are also considered. I think I will not be able to find it in a few years."

Shao Ling thought for a while and asked, "So all the artists who have been in the painting, do they have any similarities or other connections?"

"Not at all," Huan Weidong replied. "We even checked the genealogy of these painters-we checked everything that could be found, there is no connection."

"They may have only one thing in common," Ke Xun said. "They are all Chinese."

Shao Ling's eyes flashed: "Is there such a thing as painting abroad?"

"No." It was Mu Yiran who answered him this time, "I was particularly noticed, and I personally went to several art galleries that were said to have had supernatural incidents, but in the end they were all confirmed and had nothing to do with the painting incident. This incident only happened in this country."

"Then we just check the domestic painters." Shao Ling refused to give up his own method. "Also, have you contacted the contemporary painters who have been painting before?"

"Xiao Mu tried to contact, but unfortunately, all of them have passed away." Qin Ci said.

"This may be the second thing these people have in common." Ke Xun Tan Tan Shou.

Shao Ling condensed his eyebrows, and realized that the whole incident was so clueless, it happened for no reason, and it progressed so completely without cause, no cause, no result, just so infinitely extending? Just like that forever?

So what is the point of struggling to live like this?

As if seeing the repressed dazedness and irritability between his eyebrows, Mu suddenly said: "I believe that everything has a cause and effect. This thing cannot happen for no reason, so there is no need to feel hesitant. We brainstorm and we will eventually find clue."

Shao Ling smiled: "That's right, I am in a hurry."

"It's normal. After all, you have only experienced a painting. It's normal to be eager to get rid of this situation," Ke Xun said. How many children, now it’s time to eat, sleep, work, work, play, nothing affects you, you can try to jump directly to our stage."

"I will try my best." Shao Ling regained his composure, reorganized his emotions, and then looked at Mu Yiran, "Then what kind of investigations are you conducting on this matter now?"

"First of all, we want to know whether this incident only happened this year, or it has always existed before then." Mu Yiran spoke, and Shao Ling listened intently, "I and Dr. Qin enter The first painting was at the beginning of May of this year. The other eleven people who entered the painting together at that time were all entering the painting for the first time, so we don’t know if there are other paintings before this. Then the letters formed by the coordinates we get now, I'm afraid it can't be regarded as beginning with'T'.

"So I think that finding the start time of this matter can give us more clues, so this question is very important. Several of us are doing this separately for a while.

"Dr. Qin’s classmates are located in hospitals in various cities. He is now contacting these people and using chat to inquire about some strange things in their cities. You know, in the hospital, there are many rumors of such incidents, and those who are in the picture People often get sick, mad, or injured in the real world because of this, and the hospital is the main place to get in touch with these people and things.

"Haowen and Weidong are responsible for collecting and inquiring about relevant rumors on the Internet, and Ke Xun and I are responsible for consulting related books, paper media, and on-site visits. However, clues can not be obtained in a short time. So far, we have all No useful things have been found yet.

"If you and Luo Wei have a connection available, I hope you can join in. Fang Fei will also contact her."

Luo Wei raised his hand: "Brother-in-law, I can join you and my brother's group. I don't have a job. I usually run around. I have a lot of time. It's okay if I don't go home for a few months! Brother, let me live in your house. You can go, really!"

Ke Xun: "...I can't do it! You don't want your girlfriend anymore?"

Luo Wei: "My female ticket said, two people can't get tired of being together. If they look at each other for a long time, they will be tired of each other. Little don't win the newlyweds. Let me be fine and don't dangle in front of her. Why do I often run outside before? If the two of you don't go home for three months, she will blow me out."

Ke Xun: "...I don't understand your heterosexual love very well. Anyway, don't squeeze into my house. I can't easily live in the two-person world. Whoever comes, I kill whoever."

Luo Wei: "Yoooo——"

Ke Xun: "...Yo, you're a carrot, you will be summoned on the V letter when something happens, so please wait at home."

Shao Ling said: "I can also find someone to run this matter, and even collect information under the guise of an essay on our publications and official accounts."

Wei Dong: "Dare to ask what this big guy does?"

"I work for Wenxin Group." Shao Ling only briefly introduced his work.

Wenxin Group is one of the most famous literary operators in China. It has online platforms as well as paper publications, a large audience and a high rate of interactive feedback.

If Shao Ling can use his position to collect information, it will be a powerful boost to the painters.

"Then let's make arrangements like this for the time being," Shao Ling got up, "I have to catch today's plane. What's the latest news? Please communicate in the group in time and get in touch."

Everyone sent away Shao Ling and said goodbye to each other.

In the end, only Ke Xun, Mu Yiran and Weidong remained in the hotel.

Ke Xun turned his head to look at Mu Yiran, with a big smile on his face: "Then, shall we go home too?"

Mu Yiran also smiled warmly: "Okay, go home."

Weidong next to him: ...who am I, why am I standing here, why I suddenly ate dog food.

It was already the afternoon when he arrived home. This time, Mu Yiran brought a whole suitcase of luggage, watching Ke Xun pulled his suitcase and rushed into the bedroom like a big happy dog, Mu Yiran The corners of his lips could not help but bend slightly.

"I think we need to add some furniture to our house," Ke Xun stood with his arms akimbo in the middle hall, and looked around at his hollow house, beginning to dislike everywhere, "The wall is too white, or change the color, high-grade gray? Quiet blue? Death. Barbie fans? Add a serious sofa in the living room, and a small home theater? The study has a whole wall of bookshelves, put your books, and a desk, and throw my computer desk into the guest room. Anyway, the room is empty. Yes. By the way, I found a coffee machine on the Internet, and I will place an order now..."

"Ke Xun," Mu Yiran raised his hand, hooked his chin to make him face him, "This is your home, and it will also be my home. Our two homes need to be imprinted by both of us, not all According to my preference, what you like, I will like it too."

Ke Xun looked into his eyes, licked his lips after a while, and said in a low voice: "I like it, do you like it too? Then..." As he said, he held Mu Yiran's waist and led him slowly towards He stepped back until he retreated into the study, and suddenly he stumbled and pressed him on the computer desk, "I like this." Ke Xun pressed down, pressed Mu Yiran's cheeks, and lightly nibbles him. Ears, and hands up and down.

He heard Mu Yiran's voice softly ringing in his ears, as if sighing and panting, with a crisp sound quality, sultry.

Not dying in the painting, but dying here. Ke Xun thought to himself with utter soul.

The tip of the hair tail at the back of the neck was covered by Mu Yiran's hand. Ke Xun wondered how he likes it so much. No matter if he touched it, he still had to pull it. It made him feel numb from the cervical spine to the tail spine. Up.

...

The computer desk is a good thing. It's better to discuss it and keep it in the study.

...

When Weidong called, Ke Xun was throwing the dead keyboard into the trash can.

Weidong: "Why?"

Ke Xun: "Take a rest."

Wei Dong: "After the fact?"

Ke Xun: "Just let it go if you have fart, I'll hang up if it's okay."

Wei Dong: "You still see me, neither of us knows who. So what, didn't you say you want to buy furniture? My uncle is in the store tomorrow. If you go directly to him, you will pay the reserve price."

Ke Xun: "Okay. By the way...what brand of keyboard is stronger?"

Wei Dong: "Your keyboard is broken? Are you accustomed to mechanical keyboards? It has a super texture, especially when the keys are pressed, the mechanical sound of clicks is very exciting....What about people? Hello? Speak!"

Ke Xun: "Well...I'm just imagining, I feel that it should really be vigorous."

"Yeah!" Wei Dong continued on the phone, but Ke Xun's thoughts had drifted away. Mu Yiran was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window drinking steaming instant coffee. Outside the window was the city full of fallen leaves in late autumn and the sunset was golden. The red afterglow spilled over his beige sweater, glowing with a furry warm light.