Paintings of Terror

As everyone calmed down, Mu Yiran and Ke Xun once again looked at the painting "Schrodinger's Cat" hanging on the wall.

The painting is still the same as before, with only a few grainy and wavelike dots on the black background. On this, you can't see Qi Muhuan, Dong Yao and Deng Lin remaining in the painting.

"The wave-particles on the painting are different from before I entered the painting," Mu Yiran said, pointing to the upper right corner of the painting. "I accidentally caught a glimpse of this place before I entered the painting. There are three particles distributed in a triangular shape, but now , Here has become a disorderly distribution."

Ke Xun suddenly said: "So could it be that the three people are represented in the form of particles on the screen, and there are actually three of them in the painting before them, but they are not in human form."

Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "It should be like this."

Wei Dong's voice suddenly came in from the side: "Student Ke, I will press the coffin board of Uncle Newton. Now you can explain why you can really go to heaven when you step on your right foot."

Ke Xun turned his head and squeezed his eyes at him and smiled: "I'll tell you that it is fatal to not be able to examine the question, do you remember the requirements displayed on the big screen in the initial room-all scientific phenomena, theories, formulas, etc. Wait, etc., what are the hypotheses that have theoretical basis, logically self-consistent inferences, paradoxes, conventional opinions, and well-known phenomena — pay attention, “paradox”, “conventional opinions”, “knowledge” The phenomenon of high audibility', what does this mean? As long as the recognition is high, it can be true in the painting."

"Damn, I understand!" Wei Dong suddenly realized, "Isn't this the move commonly used in those kung fu movies with the left foot and the right foot? There are many audiences. Even if they know that it violates the law of the first one, everyone agrees. In movies and TV, after all, people also have a little theoretical support, such as using strength to exert strength."

"To Liao, you can't do it, little comrade," Ke Xun patted him on the shoulder, "the brain hole is too small, and the hairline is not willing to cover it for you."

"Rolling, do you know if there is no blood relationship between the hairline and the brain hole!" Wei Dong said.

He Tang’s emotions have eased next to him, and he heard that he also inserted: "But Xiao Ke, your brain is too big. I am afraid that no one but you can think of this trick. Do this while drawing a black line down the forehead, you know."

"You are pretty good," Wu You said with a nasal voice, "My question at the level is: How to jump over the ten-meter-long sandpit without the help of props, in that sandpit The sand is quicksand, and when it falls into it, it doesn’t cover the top. I thought that Ke Xun was a sports student. Maybe there was a way, so I asked him for help, but guess what idea he gave me?"

"What idea?" Zhu Haowen asked quietly.

"He asked me to use the'Butter Cat' rule!" Wu You looked dumbfounded.

Everyone: "..."

"What is a butter cat? Is Schrödinger's cat a relative?" Luo Ling scratched his head and asked if he really didn't know.

"If a piece of bread with only one side covered with butter falls on the ground, it will always be the side covered with butter downwards," Shao Ling said, "and a cat will always land on its feet when it falls from the air. The unbuttered side sticks to the cat's back and is thrown into the air. According to the above two phenomena, the butter and the cat will never land."

Luo Ling reacted for a while, and "Oh" made a clear statement: "If the cat's feet fall on the ground, it means that the side that is not buttered will go down. This violates the conclusion that the buttered side will always be down, and vice versa. The cat is always the first to fall to the ground, so in order for these two conclusions to come true, the bread and the cat will never fall to the ground."

"This is an impossible paradox," Shao Ling said, "but because it is a theoretically based hypothesis and can be logically self-consistent, it really holds true in the painting."

"You absolutely can't imagine the mood of tying a cat in front of me and sticking a piece of bread with butter on my back, rolling in the air." Wu You squinted at Ke Xun.

Weidong Luo Ling paid tribute to Ke Xun with his eyes: "You are awesome, this is really awesome!"

Ke Xun gave himself two thumbs up: "Awesome."

Qin Ci said, "I think that among all the rules displayed on the big screen in the initial room, the most important one is actually the one that'does not require evidence, only requires imagination'. This may be the program's suicide for his son. The biggest complaint of the reason. Many people think that the biggest drawback of test-oriented education is to stifle the imagination of children to a certain extent. You must know that imagination is the driving force of technology and human progress, and it is also an important source of happiness in life. Do For an abstract painter, he should know the importance of imagination better than anyone else. Perhaps for him, imagination is the core of life."

"So it seems," Zhu Haowen moved his lips slightly, "Among us, only Ke Xun has used the correct strategy for clearance."

Ke Xun clasped his fists: "I've been rewarded and rewarded, making everyone laugh."

When Wei Dong was about to start smoking this dazzling guy, he heard someone scream at the entrance of the exhibition hall: "You guys! The venue is cleared here, leave now!"

Everyone didn't want to stay too much. They filed out from the exhibition hall. Ke Xun was still carrying Wei Dong behind his back. One of Wei Dong's shoes fell into the painting. At this moment, the outside area was so thick that he could not walk barefoot.

In the lobby of the Laede Art Museum, dozens of people were arranging with machines. Some were lighting up, some were playing with cameras, and some were holding on-site radio microphones for debugging.

This is a filming crew.

When passing by the staff, I heard several people chatting there.

"I heard that the reality show that Dong Yao and Qi Muhuan participated in is also recorded here?"

"That's it. They originally said that they recorded first in the morning, and we filmed us in the afternoon, but Director Zhang seemed to have communicated with the other side just now. We have other arrangements in the afternoon. We agreed to it over there and changed it to them in the afternoon. made a bid."

"What kind of show is that?"

"I heard that I was shooting a show with a bunch of amateurs about the tricky game. The whole process is hidden camera, 24 hours of uninterrupted shooting, and one shot is seven days."

"Tsk tsk, reality shows are flooding now, so you can come up with any trick. But if you shoot with amateurs, you won’t be afraid that the amateurs just want to chase stars and not record the show?"

"It's okay. The crew are looking for amateurs who have been screened. It is estimated that few can recognize them. What they want is this effect. The audience in front of TV likes to watch amateurs be kept in the dark, and finally reveal the true identity of the star. Bridge section."

"24 hours, 7 days, those two are good enough."

"Can you not work hard? The competition in this industry is fierce. If you have to work hard to count the organs, isn't it for the sake of good people and fame and fortune."

"Hehe, there is a fart, you can't take anything away if you die."

"Stop talking sour words, start the work."

...

The painters disbanded at the hotel where they were staying, and added contact information to Wu You and He Tang. Those who took the plane took the plane, and those who took the train took the train, and each went back to each house.

It is also snowing in Z city, and flocculent snowflakes are pulling up one after another under the hazy sky.

Ke Xun sat cross-legged on the thick feathery gray furry carpet on the floor of the living room, flipping through a copy of "Schrodinger's Cat-The Quantum World of Mysticism", which he bought from the bookstore on the way back.

Mu Yiran walked over with his freshly brewed hot coffee, sat down on the carpet, handed him a cup, glanced at the pages of his book, and then looked at the city lights that were gradually lit up outside the French windows.

Ke Xun threw away the book, took a sip of coffee, and frowned: "It's not sweet."

"Let it go..." Mu Yiran's "sugar" has not yet been spoken. This person has already got up and leaned forward, holding his face and nibbling on his mouth, and then licking his lips and sat back contentedly: "Sweet Up."

"How are you studying?" Mu Yiran leaned back on the lazy couch behind him.

Since "mixing" with this guy, Mu Yiran felt that his sitting posture could not find the straight and elegant style of the past.

"Summarized in two words," Ke Xun continued to drink coffee, hot white air lingering between his mouth and nose, "Big head, scared child."

"Are you suspecting that the real world we are in is also a dualistic world?" Mu Yiran looked at him.

Ke Xun nodded: "I think that just like the thought that the program wants to embody, human beings are currently limited in science and technology, and cannot measure or define what constitutes consciousness. It cannot be absolutely denied that it does not exist independently.

"So, what if? In case there really is a consciousness above matter, it is not just that it is in a high-dimensional space, but-it can determine matter, and it can determine us human beings composed of material elements The life, death and even destiny of China, then what should we do? Wait for it to die or find a way to fight it?

"If it can surpass the material, how do we fight it? If we can only wait to die, is there any point in continuing to draw and draw like we do now?

"Yan, you know what, I have a suspicion. I think the power behind the painting is probably such a consciousness, so it can determine and manipulate matter. For example, if it only exists in the painting, So it should only control us after entering the painting, but why can its power also extend to reality?

"Look, every time we paint, we will have an additional ticket to the museum that we will enter next time. Where did this ticket come from? Our pockets were originally empty. This ticket is also material. It is the'consciousness of painting' that created it and let it enter our pockets.

"Also, for example, we can't talk to others about the things in the painting outside the painting, otherwise we will go crazy and lead to death. Then what power decides to make us crazy? It is the'consciousness of painting', right, I can't think of anything other than this explanation.

"So, stunned, I always have a feeling that we seem to be shrouded in some kind of consciousness, just like a white mouse in a cage, how it toss us at will, we can't get out of its palm.

"But the most terrifying thing is... this cage, it seems to be what we always thought it was realistic... this world."