Paintings of Terror

Everyone could hardly believe that Lu Heng, who seemed timid, dared to secretly photograph a corpse in such a dangerous situation.

"Fuck, you mean, you secretly photographed the deceased in front of Master Wu?" Weidong couldn't tell whether Lu Heng was timid or fat, and he had been at Lu Heng station just now, but he didn't pay attention. He used the camera secretly.

Lu Heng's voice still murmured: "At that time, Master Wu hadn't come, the crowd was quite messy, I didn't even raise the camera, and didn't dare to look at the viewfinder. I just pressed it in the direction where Xiayu was lying. Shutter.-And my hands were trembling, I don’t know if I can withstand such a slow speed."

"What speed?" Wei Dong couldn't understand, Ke Xun and Fang Fei were also at a loss.

"It's just the shutter speed," Lu Heng became more timid, wondering if his secret shooting of the dead would violate a certain rule of the world, "I used a very slow speed, 1/16 second. In fact, it has already exceeded the limit of the safe shutter. It is said that this speed should be used with a tripod, and my hands were still trembling at the time. Maybe the shot was blurred."

"Oh..." Wei Dong didn't know why he let out a sigh of relief, as if not being able to take pictures is something that makes people feel at ease.

"Why would you want to shoot her?" Ke Xun asked.

At this time, the four people slowly walked upstairs, and occasionally they would meet one or two pedestrians. By this time, everyone would silently be silent.

When Lu Heng heard Ke Xun's question, he seemed to have found his way again in the confusion, and his voice became firmer: "I wanted to take those photos and show them to Sheng Nan. After all, it was the one she cares about most. The work, in case she wants to see after the painting..." Lu Heng's eyes blurred again, scratching his own hair, "I was probably crazy, I actually took a picture of the heroine's body to show the author. The ghost knows what I was thinking..."

"You just don't want her to regret it." Fang Fei said suddenly.

"Yes, I don't want her to regret anything." Lu Heng muttered to himself and nodded again.

Ke Xun continued to ask: "What is the safety shutter you just mentioned, and the speed of 1/16 second, why is it blurred in the shot?"

All three of Lu Heng didn't understand the professional issues of photography that Lu Heng said just now. Everyone understands Ke Xun's intentions. If Lu Heng is lucky enough to take the photo clearly, it might become a useful clue.

"The speed is the clicking sound when we press the camera shutter, and it is also the process of the camera performing the exposure. If the speed is very slow, the jitter produced by the handheld camera will affect the effect of the photo. 1/60 to 1/30 second can be said to be handheld. The limit of the safe shutter is supposed to be fixed more securely by using a tripod, not to mention the 1/16 second I just used." Although Lu Heng was nervous and timid, he talked about his expertise.

Although Wei Dong couldn't understand why dividing the second into several parts would still be called slow, he still asked: "Then why do you use such a slow speed to shoot? He knows that hands will tremble when nervous."

"Because under the circumstances, the corpse was absolutely still, and the people around it were moving. If you shoot at a slow speed, the ideal effect should be: those moving around are nothing but ethereal. It's still and clear." Lu Heng replied seriously, "But it was impossible to take an ideal photo in that situation. I just pointed the lens in that direction and didn't even have a chance to look through the viewfinder, and my hands were shaking.—— It doesn't matter if it can't be taken, Sheng Nan will never want to see Xiayu's body."

At this time, everyone had arrived on the ninth floor unknowingly. Ke Xun stopped at the corner of the stairs and asked, "Does this camera need to print film to see the photo effect?"

"Yes, this is not a digital camera. You can only see it after the photos are washed out." At this point, Lu Heng seemed to temporarily forget the danger around him, and said with a little excitement: "I think this kind of delay is the biggest in photography. The charm of it."

"..."

"I feel that the story of Xiayu should have happened in ancient times. This building and these people are also obscure," Fang Fei said of her own thoughts, "I can't believe that there will be a film printing shop in such a building. "

"What's outside the building? Maybe it's outside." Wei Dong regretted it after he said it. According to the previous rules, this tower should be within the scope of the painting, and no one can go out.

"Woo-" Luo Wei and the dog appeared at the door of the room.

Wei Dong: "I didn't expect that the first person to greet us was Xinchun."

Luo Ling disapproved, and even hugged the dog in his arms: "I don't know why Xinchun doesn't bark. Even my brother-in-law finds it strange. Ordinarily, it can hear sounds and make some sounds. It shouldn't be dumb. "

"The dog turned into a somatosensory car, it would be nice to be able to whine twice," Wei Dong said, "I knew I had brought in the old baby carriage from when I was a child, and at least I could shout a few words of'reversing please pay attention.

"You are not allowed to compare your'reversing please pay attention' with my Xinchun. It is unique." When Luo Wei and Weidong returned to the room, all 13 people were already there.

This room is very open, about 100 square meters visually, and the bed is actually a Datong shop. Du Lingyu and Fang Fei said: "The screen is where the girls live. It is good to be able to easily separate them."

Fang Fei nodded. This condition was much better than when everyone was sitting in the cabin.

"This building is too big. We haven't walked out of this patio for a long time. Finding a signature is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Cao Youning was a little discouraged sitting on the wooden stool by the side.

"What has everyone inquired about the origin of this building?" Shao Ling had been staying in the room just now looking for clues. At this time, he turned his attention to the members who came back from the outside.

"Light brigade." Ke Xun felt a voice rang with him, turned his head and found that it was Zhu Haowen.

Zhu Haowen stopped speaking and sat silently on the chair beside the wooden table.

"We didn't take the initiative to inquire just now. The name of the lamp brigade was heard from those people. In addition to the lamp brigade, there is also a fluorite brigade." Ke Xun further said, "if the lamp brigade is full With lanterns, it seems that the fluorite brigade cannot see the light."

Mu Yi nodded his head and turned his gaze to another group of people.

As a representative, Qin Ci said: "We try our best to make inquiries without showing off. At present, we can be sure that our lamp brigade is a giant hotel, and the locals call it an inverse brigade."

Inverse journey, finally had an intersection with the name of the painting.

Du Lingyu was very surprised: "Reverse Travel? Hotel? Why is there such a big hotel? And there are so many people."

Qin Ci nodded: "If you guess it right, the world is divided in units of inverse travel, because the outdoor environment is very harsh, so people need to live in large areas."

"However, once people settle down and live, they are equal to having a home. Why do they call these places an inferior journey? Hotels are not homes." Luo Ling couldn't understand for a while, but he always heard his wife complain in the TV series he watched as a child Husband: You use our house as a hotel.

"We haven't inquired about this yet," Qin Ci smiled apologetically, "In addition to the lamp brigade, Xiao Ke inquired about a fluorite brigade, and we also heard a place called Hanye brigade. These giant hotels are like a In a small country, there is no clear ruling class. Everyone seems to trust the wizards very much and call them Masters of Wizards."

Mu Yiran nodded slightly, and got up and opened the large wooden cabinet on the wall in the room. There were all kinds of packages in it. Counting them, there were 13 in total.

"I apologize to everyone here. We just opened these packages for inspection." Shao Ling said.

People feel that there is no need to apologize for this incident. After all, these things don't really belong to them, they are just props arranged temporarily by the world for everyone.

"Are the things in these packages different?" Mai Peng asked, "how do we know who these packages belong to?"

"Won't let us all choose the package this time." Wei Dong couldn't help thinking of the painting "Pure Land". Everyone indirectly determines their own destiny when they choose props.

"No, these packages are marked by everyone," Shao Ling replied, "some of them are clearly marked, such as this earth-red cloth bag, with the word rain engraved on the back of a diamond mirror inside. We think this should be It's Du Lingyu's; some marks are hints, for example, there is a small xun in my package. I learned how to blow xun from a teacher when I was a child, so that package should belong to me."

Everyone was very curious when they heard it, and didn't know that their own package would "cover" their attributes.

"Of course, there are some packages that we can't judge, which needs to be confirmed by ourselves." Shao Ling distributed the belonging packages to several people, and the rest of the unowned packages remained on the wooden table.

Weidong took his own coarse cloth package: "I am puzzled, how do you know this is mine... Oh, this is mine."

Weidong held a thin notebook in his hand, and painted various paintings, mostly sketches, with portraits, landscapes, and some funny pictures.

Luo Ling stretched his head and looked at the cover, and he suddenly laughed: "Brother Dong, you painted yourself so handsome~"

"You can barely get a tenth of my charm." Wei Dong teased without shame, and then took a closer look at the picture of himself on the cover, which also read: Guangming Luwei's Painting Collection.

"It seems that we are from the Bright Brigade?" Wei Dong continued to flip through the picture album, hoping to find some clues.

"We are indeed from the Guangming Brigade. In the public luggage, we found something similar to a customs clearance document, which recorded our itinerary." Mu Yiran said and opened the "customs clearance document" on the table: " This is a record of nearly ten years. We have tossed through various adversaries, sometimes as long as half a year, sometimes only as short as a dozen days."

"Why should we leave the Bright Brigade to go to so many places?" Wei Dong has taken the role and regarded himself as a member of the Bright Brigade.

"We should be a caravan selling spices. We have a lot of spices in our large luggage." Mu Yiran said the answer he had guessed, and at the same time opened a pale package beside him: "I want to know. , Who is the owner of this package."

The pink package was opened, and there was a white mask inside.