Paintings of Terror

Fang Fei's hands are not serious, and Shao Ling's situation is also very optimistic.

Cao Youning needs to be observed in the hospital for one day. Qin Ci took the initiative to stay with him, and the others went back to their homes.

Everyone is still leaving by train, but the mood is completely different from when they came.

Luo Wei was with everyone this time, but the words were much less. At this time, holding his somatosensory car and looking at the scenery outside the window, he said for a long time: "I think it is getting harder and harder this time. The fate of is in the hands of another group of people, which is too passive."

Fang Fei moved her left wrist, the purple color had gradually faded, and her pain was alleviating: "Moreover, she was forced to perform role-playing, which is also very passive."

At this time, there are very few people in the carriage, and a few people sit together, and what they say will not be heard by outsiders.

Shao Ling has been closing his eyes and restoring his mind. At this time, he opened his eyes: “I’m wondering whether the things we have experienced in each painting can filter out useful information, and whether this information can be combined with the “painting” 'The important clues of this matter are related.'

"But, what kind of information can be considered useful information?" Wei Dong said, "Does every painting filter out a main line? Just like "Reverse Travel", time is the main line?"

"What about "Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"? Is the main line illusion? Or is it our joy, anger, sorrow and joy?" Luo Ge also felt that it was difficult to draw this main line.

At this time, Mu Yiran was using a laptop to check the information: “As a photographer, Bi Di has been dedicated to the photographic records of historical scenery, especially interested in some historical sites.”

"It's no wonder that the lamp brigade is so old and new..." Luo Ling said.

"Bi Di won a municipal photography award when he was 13 years old. At that time, he visited his uncle who was engaged in archaeology during the summer vacation and took some precious fish fossils locally. It was these photos of fish fossils that won the award. "Mu Yiran stared at the computer screen, "It is precisely because of that award-winning experience that made Bi Di determined to be a photographer."

"So his signature is on those Bai Yushi?" Luo Ling listened to the current information, combined with the various tribulations in the painting, suddenly felt a little helpless, even ridiculous.

It is just some bizarre thoughts of a photographer that form an impenetrable world. Any distorted unreality can exist grandiosely, and it will imprison all the painters. Everyone can only move forward at his pace.

"After Bi Di was terminally ill, she was very unwilling, because there was a very important photography exhibition under preparation." Mu Yiran said, "Some of his works before his death are related to time, and it seems that he is eager to let time stay longer. For a while."

This coincides with some previous statements made by Mai Peng. Bi Di has ambitions for photography, so the collapse of his body makes him extremely desperate, so this "concept of absolute fairness" of time rebirth has been born.

"Is this a coordinate map?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran's computer screen. "With this painting, there are two complete letters. TN, is this really an abbreviation of some name."

"It's probably the abbreviation of TNND." Wei Dong said sternly.

Everyone smiled, but there was a lingering sadness in that smile.

"Hurry up, we must find a way to figure out the paintings in the next museum. Although the paintings are trying our best to keep us from knowing, there seems to be another force competing against it," Shao Ling seems to be in this painting. I have learned a lot, such as "hurry up"-"Anyway, we have to find a way to try, even if we can figure out the theme of the exhibition hall event."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. The next step is to divide the work to find the next art gallery and learn as much as possible about the **** paintings.

Qin Ci's call entered Ke Xun's cell phone, and Ke Xun's expression was a little strange when he answered the call: "You mean, he left the hospital early? He didn't say hello to you? Oh, I left the V letter."

At this time, everyone's mobile phones rang at the same time, and everyone opened the "In Painting Theory" group and saw a new member, Ningshi World, entered.

Ningshi World left a long time in the group--

Thank you everyone for your persistence to me, especially Ke Xun and Brother Mu, who didn't leave behind me at the moment of life and death.

But I'm sorry, I might disappoint everyone.

Just now in the hospital, I tried to contact Mai Shen and the others, and they were still there. They said that they were separated from me at the art gallery and they could not be reached by phone.

You may not imagine, I received their call, I heard Mai Shen, Xi, Lu Heng, and Xiao Yu, I heard their voices, how lucky and desperate I was.

They are still worrying about me, asking where I am now?

But who knows that I am the only survivor among the 5 of us! I can't believe that the four of them will leave me in a few days, leaving this beautiful world!

I have made a decision so that they will no longer have regrets before they die! I want to go with them to 5 places that we have always wanted to visit, take our camera, and take pictures of our most yearning scenery! No regrets in this life!

Sorry, I can't go with you anymore, because there are more important people who need my company.

Please forgive my waywardness and timidity.

Wish ya'll good luck!

...

Wei Dong was trying to leave a message to say something, but found that the other party had already withdrawn from the group.

Everyone's only contact with these people, which is Cao Youning's V letter, was completely broken.

Cao Youning's departure made everyone's mood even heavier.

"Everyone has the right to choose their own way of leaving, maybe this is the best for him." Shao Ling said.

"That is to say, we are still 8 people, and we will welcome another 5 newcomers in the next painting," Wei Dong scratched his head, "I think this time the combination is the best, and they performed great. It’s a hundred times stronger than I was at the beginning, alas...this **** painting."

The atmosphere on the bus was a bit sluggish. Everyone divided the work of searching for information and booked tickets to go to City C in advance. The next art gallery will be in this city.

When I arrived at the destination city B, the weather seemed to be a lot colder all of a sudden, and I only felt cold on my face, and then everyone realized that the sky was floating.

This kind of weather once again coincides with the world in the painting.

Fang Fei stomped a bit cold feet: "When it's snowing, I want to eat dumplings." As if to activate the atmosphere on purpose, it is really difficult for Fang Fei, who usually doesn't like to laugh.

"It's not easy, just go to my place, let's make dumplings!" Ke Xun sent out a generous invitation.

Everyone looked at each other and made sure that each other had time.

Only Luo Yi hesitated: "That... brother, you and my brother-in-law are no more than two people?"

"No matter how many circles we draw in this world, we will always be in the two-person world." Ke Xun smiled slightly.

"Okay, let's eat dumplings! I love radish and mutton! In winter, it can also drive away the cold. How about you?" Luo Ling hugged his heart and sneezes tightly.

"You are called radish, and you still eat radish stuffing?" Weidong teased, "In the past there was a girl named Yulan in our class who never eats magnolia slices! There is also a boy whose surname is cow and cow, who never Eat beef!"

"Then I ask you, Brother Dong, do you eat winter melon?" Luo Ling also replied.

"It's not like this winter~" Wei Dong looked at Fang Fei, "What kind of stuffing do you eat? I'll buy it when I get there!"

Fang Fei: "It's three fresh stuffing, chives, shrimps and fungus."

"Hey? I love this stuffing too~" Wei Dong laughed, "How about you? Do you two eat dumplings?"

Zhu Haowen and Shao Ling:...

Shao Ling: "I like vegetarian food, either zucchini eggs or carrot eggs."

Zhu Haowen: "I like meat, mutton, pork, scallion, beef, scallion are good."

"There are not many people, and my mouth is quite mixed." Weidong looked at Mu Yiran and Ke Xun who were standing together, "Ke Er is just old taste pork cabbage, where is Mu boss?"

Mu Yiran: "Same."

Ke Xun smiled: "It's really fate, even the taste is the same."

"Put more ginger?" Wei Dong asked reluctantly.

Mu Yiran: "Yeah."

"Dip two drops of mustard oil in the vinegar?" Wei Dong asked, "I don't believe it yet, such a weird way of eating..."

Mu Yiran: "It's a coincidence."

"Oh my god, this has been made in heaven."

...

So, a few people came to Ke Xun's home in z city and went back to make dumplings after purchasing various ingredients.

"Just keep it simple. If there are too many styles, it can be divided into meat and vegetarian." Fang Fei stood by and watched Ke Xun cut the leek.

"No, no, everyone must eat what they want. This thing can't be vague." Ke Xun smiled, "Ge Qin also ordered a Spanish mackerel filling..."

Luo Wei couldn't get hold of it at all. He was about to pull Zhu Haowen to the side to play a game, but saw that the other party was making faces. Although the movements were a bit awkward, he brought the face together. After rubbing it, it really looked like that. It's up.

When Luo Ge found that Mu Yiran was also peeling the shrimp, he also voluntarily joined the ranks of making dumplings: "With everyone like this, it's especially like a family, closer than relatives."

"Relatives, that's really a dispensable person." Fang Fei shrugged while beating eggs.

"We are all people who have read last words to each other. Who can have friendship like ours." Wei Dong chopped Chinese cabbage vigorously, "Mr Shao cried?"

"Don't pay attention to me, I'm chopping green onions..." Shao Ling wiped away tears, turned his face away and sneezed twice.

"What kind of conspiracy do you think the next painting will look like? We have all the history of writing, religion, and animal protection. This time, we have experienced some time. What about the next time? What do you do for us?" Weidong began to squeeze the cabbage.

"The time is over, is it time for space?" Luo Ling began to make bold guesses.

"By the way, will you take Xinchun next time? I am very curious about what Chun will become in the next painting." Wei Dong asked seriously.

"I can't bear it, Xinchun is just fine like this." Turnip shredded the turnip and almost wiped his hands. "As long as it is outside the painting, it's good. If it doesn't come out, it will be troublesome."

Everyone is a little silent, as long as it is outside the painting, this is really a big truth from the heart.

"I checked the weather forecast just now," Ke Xun changed the subject. "There will be heavy snow in the next few days in City C. Everyone must wear thicker ones, don't freeze! I don't know what the situation is in the picture, try my best. Be prepared."

"Hao Wen'er, what are you doing?" Wei Dong suddenly shouted, "Why did you make the noodles? Let's eat dumplings, not buns!"

"I think my mother puts baking powder in it every time..." Zhu Haowen was somewhat innocent.

"..."