Paintings of Terror

After listening to the introduction of Qin Ci's "rules for painting", Li Xiaochun couldn't believe it, and there was a sense of scrutinizing everyone in his eyes, as if he was afraid that this was a tricky game for himself-after all, he came here asleep, who knows What happened just now.

Yue Cen remained silent, as if thinking about something.

Hua Jiqiu asked one or two regular questions, and after being patiently answered by Qin Ci, he fell silent for a while.

Perhaps because curator Hua is here, Li Xiaochun feels that this matter still has a certain degree of credibility. He walked to Hua Jiqiu's side, not knowing what he said to the other party in a low voice, Hua Jiqiu replied helplessly: "Facts It should be what Doctor Qin said...Yes, we should be in the painting now...Really, I think it is true."

Luo Wei looked at Li Xiaochun's more robust physique, and asked: "Man, what do you do in a museum?"

Luo Wei's inner monologue: It should be a security guard, I hope it is a security guard from a scout!

Li Xiaochun: "Cook."

Luo Wei: "..."

After Li Xiaochun confirmed the truthfulness of the painting, his mood became calmer. After so many years of traveling north and south, he gradually developed a temperament that is easy to meet.

Li Xiaochun felt that he should have a clear self-introduction, so he cleared his throat and said: "My name is Li Xiaochun, because I was born in spring, my grandfather named me Li Xiaochun, I, I am good at... good at cooking , What about you? Since we are going to experience together... so much, we must know in advance."

"I was negligent," Qin Ci realized that I only told you about the general rules of painting, but forgot to introduce each other, "My name is Qin Ci, I am good at curing."

Although Weidong didn't understand the meaning of curing, it didn't affect his introduction: "Weidong, good at...eating."

Ke Xun: "Ke Xun, good at running, this is Mu Yiran, good at driving...no, good at thinking."

Ke Xun bathed in Mu's sullen and cool eyes, and showed a hopeless smile at the other party.

Shao Ling didn't expect everyone to cooperate with this newcomer in good faith, so he also said: "Shao Ling is better at choosing."

The others didn't say anything, and the embarrassing self-introduction in English was stuck in Shao Ling.

Shao Ling:...

Mu Yiran cleared his throat and said, "The hall now cannot provide us with clues. We might as well use this time to figure out the painting "Hehe"."

Hua Jiqiu put on the glasses that he took off again. It was useless. The world was like this. It was not like taking off the glasses to return to the familiar past.

Hua Jiqiu sighed lightly and said, "As the explainer of this New Year's painting exhibition hall, I should have a better understanding of this painting, and I hope I can bring you clues."

It is indeed a lucky thing to have a person who knows the paintings so well in the team.

Everyone looked at Hua Jiqiu with serious expressions at this time, waiting for his next words.

Hua Jiqiu’s voice strives to maintain the clarity and appropriate speed of speech that the instructor should have: "This piece of "Hehe" is stitched and printed from 28 pieces of woodblocks. The author is not a professional New Year painting craftsman, but two An archaeologist."

"Two?" Everyone suspected that they had heard it wrong.

"Archaeologist?" Shao Ling asked alone.

Everyone: Why is your focus so different?

Wu You asked: "You mean, Sinian, this name belongs to two people?!"

"Yes," Hua Jiqiu nodded affirmatively. "Si Youjun and Qinian, these are a couple, and they are also archaeological scholars. In the last few years of their lives, they have been working on woodblock fragments of New Year paintings. The collection work of "Hehe" is the fragments of suitable patterns they found from these fragments and spliced ​​them together."

"The name of the painting is "Hehe". Does this have something to do with their husband and wife?" Yue Cen, the wheelchair lady who had not spoken for a long time, asked suddenly.

Indeed, the word "hehe" is easily associated with the two immortals of Hehe, a pair of gods who are in charge of a happy marriage on earth.

"I don't know this." Hua Jiqiu looked at the bright, spacious and desperate hall he was in, and tried to withdraw his distracted mind. "Furthermore, the two immortals of Hehe are not only in charge of marriage, but also bless. To promote family harmony and even peace in the world."

Ke Xun couldn’t help asking: “You just said that they collected those woodblock fragments in the last few years of their lives. How did they pass away? It’s like saying that they knew they would It's like death."

Hua Jiqiu: "They died in an archaeological accident a few years ago. The other members of the archaeological team were all safe and sound. They were the only ones who insisted on going to a more dangerous area, and then they were unable to survive. Before that time of archaeology, they had clearly dealt with everything before and after their lives, so many people in the industry speculated that these two people seemed to be going to die... They donated the woodblock fragments of many years paintings collected during their lives to our art museum. There is this new year painting "Hehe" composed of fragments."

When everyone heard this, they were all thoughtful.

"Curator Hua, can you draw the approximate pattern of the New Year picture based on your memory?" Gu Qingqing said as she opened the schoolbag she brought with him, but fortunately the notebooks and pens were all there.

Hua Jiqiu looked at the student-like girl in front of him. At first, he felt that the young girls in the team were relatively weak, but at this time they felt that these people were not simple.

Hua Jiqiu took the notebook that Gu Qingqing handed over: "I'll try it."

While Hua Jiqiu was immersed in the painting process, Yue Cen asked the people several questions about his past paintings. The entry points for these questions were very accurate, and even some angles were only recently thought of by everyone. It was asked in a calm voice for the first time.

After a few rounds of questions, even Mu Yiran looked at Yue Cen differently.

Wei Dong couldn't help asking: "Sister Cen, what do you do? Are you a detective?"

Yue Cen smiled softly: "Thank you for the compliment, but unfortunately, good detectives only seem to exist in mystery novels."

"Then you..."

"I'm just an unemployed person."

Wei Dong looked at the unemployed middle-aged woman in a wheelchair, but she could not see the slightest gesture of a disadvantaged person—the unemployed middle-aged woman surrounded by navy blue vegetation and dyed shawls, because she was in a wheelchair. It is necessary to look up to people, but from her eyes only people can see wisdom and calmness and not humble.

Yue Cen raised his head and looked at everyone: "According to the current situation, is there anything we can do besides waiting?"

Ke Xun was about to answer, but found that all everyone can do now seems to be waiting.

Mu Yiran said: "The current location is very empty and very bright. According to the surrounding brightness, those places should be forbidden areas, that is, the edge position of the painting mentioned before. I think if the painting goes down Development, either the scene changes, or an NPC will appear. What we can do now is to learn as much as possible about the content of this painting while waiting."

After hearing this, everyone thought it made sense, and Shao Ling ordered the number again: "Anyway, we are all here, and the world cannot be stagnant forever."

Hua Jiqiu over there has already completed almost half of his paintings. Gu Qingqing watched carefully from the sidelines: "It's really rare, Curator Hua, your paintings are very similar to the original paintings."

Hua Jiqiu was holding a pen at this time and frowning slightly: "What I remember is only some patterns that I am more interested in. There are more than a dozen patterns that I can't remember, and it is difficult for me to guarantee these patterns. The location must be correct."

"My memory for paintings is also very limited. If it is words and the like, I will remember it more clearly." Despite that, Gu Qingqing still used a pen to point to the lower right corner of the painting, "I remember this place. It should be a bat."

This sentence reminded Hua Jiqiu that he quickly drew a simple bat in the lower right corner, the lines of the pair of wings seemed like auspicious clouds.

"If I remember correctly, there should be a fairy peach diagonally above the bat." Wei Dong also walked over, picked up a pen and drew a peach at that position.

Hua Jiqiu is not absolutely impressed by this young man: "I don't think we still have painting talents here."

Wei Dong hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't dare to be, I'm just a little artist. ——This place seems to be a squirrel. Are there squirrels in the ancient auspicious patterns?"

"Yes, the ancient squirrel pattern means a lot of happiness." Hua Jiqiu said, "'Squirrel Grape' was often used in embroidery or porcelain by ancients."

"What does this squirrel have to do with Duozi Duofu?" Luo Yi asked unconsciously.

"Because when the mouse represents the son, it is homonymous with the'zi'. There are many pine trees and longevity, so squirrels often have the meaning of many children and more blessings."

Luo Wei: "Ancient people really think about it."

Weidong seemed to think of something, and drew a few circles next to the squirrel: "You just mentioned the squirrel grapes. I remember that there were a few grapes drawn in this position. At that time, I didn't understand what was going on. At a glance, there seem to be some auspicious patterns on the grapes."

Hua Jiqiu took a close look at a string of circles drawn by Weidong: "This should not be grapes. If I remember correctly, this should be part of a string of Buddhist beads."

After everyone's memories together, I gradually remembered a few patterns, but they were never able to paint them all and the positions were not very accurate.

A cough that cleared his throat suddenly sounded.

Mu Yiran frowned, and his vigilant eyes glanced at all his companions present.

Shao Ling also felt something was wrong: "Who was it just now? Who was coughing?"

No one answered for a while.

When the second cough sounded, everyone determined that the cough came from a stranger.

At this time, the hall was spacious and bright, and the coughing sound was so clear, but everyone couldn't see the person.

Fortunately, the three newcomers were relatively strong this time. No one screamed or showed a look of panic. Li Xiaochun wiped the cold sweat from his head and slowly moved closer to everyone: "I, how do I feel, this sound is like It came from the underground."

Li Xiaochun's analysis was correct, and everyone felt the same. The coughing just now clearly came from under the marble floor tiles.

"Back!" Fang Fei said suddenly, "the floor tiles there began to loosen!"

This discovery made everyone nervous. They gathered together under Mu Yiran's gesture, and then retreated silently. Seeing that the brick cracks in the middle of the hall became larger, a whole piece of ground began to sink slowly.