Paintings of Terror

Urging to build, the word made Luo Yu shiver unconsciously.

There must be a messenger behind the scenes in the matter of entering the painting, perhaps a certain person, perhaps a certain organization, or a certain mysterious force. If the messenger behind the scenes can control the will of individuals or even the collective in reality, then this force is simply incalculable.

Shao Ling seemed to read Luo Wei's thoughts: "If the other party really had such a powerful force, he would not try his best to get people into the painting. I think that the use of this power must have great limitations."

Qin Ci nodded slightly. Several old members had talked about these speculations before, but every time they talked about the stage of entering the painting, they couldn't continue.

"So, the geographic location of these art galleries is very important, but it is difficult to say what is behind it," Qin Ci said.

"How many paintings have you experienced in total?" Luo Ling has put away the polar white somatosensory car, folded it and lifted it, which looked very light.

Weidong: "I and Ke'er already have nine pictures, Hao Wen'er has two less than us, and Mu boss and Qin Ge have two more than us."

"That is to say, my brother-in-law and Qin Ge have passed 12 paintings, are they about to pass the customs?" Luo Ling touched his chin, and today I don’t wear a very luxurious watch on my wrist, just a sports Casio , "I think I think I like the number 13 in painting tweets, and I choose 13 people each time. Is there a total of 13 paintings?"

Zhu Haowen: "9+2=11."

"Oh... that is that my brother-in-law and Qin Ge have passed 11 paintings. That's not a lot. I'm going to pass the level soon." Luo Yu didn't get too long on his arithmetic, and immediately switched back to the topic.

Qin Ci nodded slightly: "As for the final number of 13, we have made such a guess before."

"If there are a total of 13 paintings, after brother-in-law and Qin Ge passed the 13 paintings, will this game be completely over?" Luo Wei asked innocently. ——After it is over, can everyone celebrate the victory together...

Wei Dong patted him on the shoulder: "I'm afraid that if they pass the 13 paintings, it is only them that ends up. We can only rely on ourselves in the future. Whoever clears the 13 paintings will be free. "

"..." Luo Qing looked at Mu Yiran, who was like a **** in his heart, "Brother-in-law, they can't ignore us, and brother."

Ke Xun spoke earnestly in his brother’s tone: “I’m afraid that after 13 paintings, these successful people have completely forgotten about entering the painting. If you want to discuss something with someone, the bodyguard next to him You stopped."

Mu Yiran tilted his head to look at Ke Xun. He didn't expect this guy to make such an assumption in his heart.

Ke Xun also looked at Mu Yiran: "It's not impossible that Luo Wei will not know us after he goes out."

Several old members invariably thought of the scene from the eighth painting. Rowe's lonely figure left alone. When everyone tried to talk to him, his dazed but bewildered expression was completely facing. The expression of a stranger.

Everyone did not continue to disturb him, and only after he really "leaved" did they go to express their condolences as a former friend, and took the initiative to undertake all funeral arrangements and take care of Luo Wei's mother.

Mu Yiran squinted his eyes, and he would never allow the embarrassing vicious event of "amnesia" to happen between himself and Ke Xun. This kind of thing would never happen.

A dull bell suddenly rang, and everyone looked at the source of the sound. It turned out to be the sound of the bell tower above the art gallery.

"This old train station is at least a hundred years old, right? This bell tower looks like it was built before liberation." Wei Dong looked up at the bell tower building above the art gallery.

Luo Ling's focus is not here: "At this time in three days, are we in the painting..."

Everyone heard this sentence, but didn't know how to answer, and they all chose to be silent.

...

Three days later, everyone came to the Jiuzhan Art Museum again together, Luo Wei felt the stinginess and cunning of time, as if the time outside the painting was shortened infinitely, and the time of entering the painting was infinitely extended.

Of course, this is just my own psychological illusion, an insurmountable psychological barrier of time.

Luo Ling still carries his beloved polar white somatosensory car. After folding, this car is more like a peculiar bag. The uncle of the gatekeeper did not respond to this, as long as he passed the baggage channel screening and had tickets in his hand. Yes, they will be released.

"Turnip, are you planning to enter the painting in a somatosensory car?" Wei Dong asked.

"Step on? Don't say that about my heart spring." Luo Ling was holding his somatosensory car at this time.

Wei Dong felt that his steps were a bit heavy. He would have this reaction every time he stepped into the art museum, and he would even have a feeling of chest tightness and nausea. This is an innate sense of resistance.

Wei Dong didn't want to show his timidity in front of the newcomers, and add unnecessary panic to them, so he smiled and said, "You heart spring, I don't know if it is the same heart spring as I think."

Luo Ling nodded earnestly: "Yuyi is left at home, and I came out with Xinchun today. The new one is bought, and it is very light."

"Do you still lack a servant who specializes in caring for motion sensing?"

"I just started using it. There are only two in total. I don't need a special caregiver for the time being."

"Oh, I thought there was still Teacher Cang in the warehouse."

"Teacher Cang, that was an old man from the last century..."

"It turns out that this topic can also create a generation gap."

There seemed to be no one in the art gallery, with only 8 members walking in it, and it was only Wei Dong and Luo Wei who spoke.

Luo Ling lowered his voice and said, "I still count on Xinchun to do great things for us. After all, it is also a means of transportation. Maybe it can become a bicycle or a carriage..."

Everyone didn't take Luo Er's words seriously, but when they heard this sentence, they thought that this young man had his own ideas. If the somatosensory car can be brought into the painting, it might really play a role.

Ke Xun patted Luo Ling on the shoulder, only to find that the other party was shaking gently. In front of us is the fourth exhibition hall where everyone is going to enter.

In the past three days, everyone has come here to step on it, and I have read every painting carefully, hoping to be of some help to the painting.

The advantage of this old museum is that the works on display have remained unchanged for 800 years, and there should be no temporary changes.

The fourth exhibition hall has a large area, with more than 200 works on display. Almost every painting has a different author. Mu Yiran specifically checked the list of painters in the industry for this purpose. Only 5 painters’ works were found. The name, the rest are all unknown authors.

In spite of this, everyone still took pictures of all the paintings in this exhibition hall with their mobile phones, and looked at them one by one, and they had to discuss things they didn't understand.

Mu Yiran also tried to find all the information that he could refer to, summarized it into a unified text and picture materials and distributed it to everyone. Everyone carefully read through it many times. Everyone felt like reviewing hard before entering the college entrance examination.

At this moment, everyone walked into the familiar exhibition hall, Luo Ling still walked towards a big sunset picture very unconfidently: "The black eyes in this sun refer to sunspots? Another meaning is that this is a painter. A picture for blind children? Another meaning is..."

Ke Xun stood beside Luo Er: "Don't be nervous, you are not going in alone."

"Yes, there is my brother-in-law," Luo Ling looked at Ke Xun, "Brother, you didn't remember much..."

"..."

There are voices at the end of the exhibition hall. Could it be that other visitors have already arrived here? Several members walked inside, only to find that five or six people were standing by the door inside the exhibition hall and talking.

For the convenience of visitors, the exhibition hall usually opens at both ends, but the other door of this exhibition hall is closed. Everyone thought it was because there were too few visitors in the exhibition hall, and it was not necessary to open all the doors.

"We are here to collect the scenery in City A. We will take the train back tomorrow. Let us take a look at the photographs in the exhibition hall next door." It was a young woman carrying a camera bag.

Several other young people carrying camera bags also begged, and the staff surrounded by them was finally moved, took the key and opened the door: "Well, let’s not take it as an example. It is said that this exhibition hall is the next one. It’s only open in December, so don’t tell me, or the leader will blame me."

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Several young people said thankful words one after another.

Seeing this situation, several old members were a little confused.

"Wait, is the exhibition hall next door still the 4th exhibition hall?" Ke Xun asked.

The staff nodded: "It is also part of Hall 4, but it is temporarily separated."

"……Okay, thank you."

Everyone did not expect to have such a hand, and all the homework they did before was done for nothing.

"The next door is all photography works, it has nothing to do with painting," Fang Fei said suddenly, who had not said a word for a long time.

Several old members stood by the door, and no one stepped into the exhibition hall next door.

"Do you go in and see? It will be open for a short while, at most an hour. If you want to see, hurry up and see." The staff member stood by the door holding the key.

"We are here to see the painting, not the photos." Wei Dong said.

"Anyway, it's something like black and white photos, I don't understand, it seems that there are paintings." The staff's words sounded extremely heavy to everyone.

"Have you noticed that there were 5 people who went in just now." Shao Ling couldn't help but tell his findings.

There are a total of 8 people on my side, plus the 5 who went in just now, exactly 13.

The staff nodded and said as if a sentence was pronounced: "Yes, there are 5 in total, all of them are photographers."

Zhu Haowen went in first, and had to go sooner or later.

Qin Ci walked beside Mu Yiran and couldn't help but whispered: "If you want to attract us into the painting, why do you want to play these twists and turns? Is it to prevent us from cheating in advance?"

Mu Yiran seemed to be thinking about something: "It seems that there are two powers in the game, one is guiding us, the other is preventing us."

Qin Ci shuddered when he heard this.

Mu Yiran continued: "Moreover, these two forces seem to be evenly matched. We are only pawns in this game."