Paintings of Terror

"When did the clock upstairs turn into a blue pattern?" Mu Yiran quickly caught Miao Zipei's words and asked immediately.

"I can't tell the exact time." Miao Zipei's eyes looked at the clock on the wall subconsciously, "When I walked out of the room this morning, I looked at the time in the hall, 6:55, when the clock face was still bright orange. Everyone found that something went wrong in the red bedroom, and went into the room to see He Yu together... After everyone walked out of the room, they were not in a good mood. When I reached the lobby on the first floor, I looked up at the clock and suddenly found that the color had changed to cyan. , It was probably less than 7:30 then."

"The clock and watch matters must have something to do with the whole incident." Mi Wei looked at Miao Zipei, and some complained that the other party did not say this early.

Miao Zipei: "Everyone was discussing other things at the time, and I had no chance to say..."

This art majoring boy is a bit slow, but his observation ability is much better than ordinary people.

Everyone was silent for a while, and they were slowly digesting this matter.

Shi Zhendong peeled a banana to his girlfriend, and took a green apple to eat, trying to avoid the bright red fruits.

"How is our workload in the morning?" Qin Ci asked everyone.

Ye Ning Chenyi in the purple room said first: "I have finished nearly one can."

Guo Lixia in the blue room also reported her amount: "I almost made two cans."

Miao Zipei in the yellow room said, "I made a can and a half."

Shi Zhendong in the green room smiled embarrassedly: "I just finished half the pot."

Qin Ci re-arranged according to the volume of each room: "The current workload is not very optimistic, because we cannot predict what will happen in the afternoon. I suggest that everyone work together before lunch and strive to complete more than half."

Guo Lixia, who has completed the most tasks, has the most say at this time: "Our team leader should get an autograph, and Beibei and I will do it."

Xin Beibei looked at Guo Lixia: "Sister Guo, you didn't mean to bear it yourself..."

Shi Zhendong hurriedly pushed his girlfriend, but did not let him finish.

Guo Lixia said while eating grapes: "Some people have to be able to help, and there is nothing new to discover, just know that they are screaming."

Xin Beibei wanted to say something, but he heard Shi Zhendong say: "Beibei, you can stay and work. It's just over an hour before lunch. Let's all hurry up and try to complete the task in the morning. Let’s find something together."

Everyone had no objections. After eating the fruit and washing their hands, they returned to their rooms and continued to work.

Mu Yiran did not go back to the room immediately, but stood under the clock and watched carefully. Ke Xun paced slowly to his side: "What did you see last night?"

Mu Yiran hugged his arm: "Zhang Tianwei was probably dragged away from the window. The window lattice has a moon-shaped pattern that belongs to him."

It seems that the scene that Mu Yiran saw last night is similar to that of Ke Xun. The red room is located in the middle of the five rooms. The trajectory of Zhang Tianwei being dragged away is from right to left, which means he passed the blue and purple rooms on the left side of the red room. , The other two rooms should not be noticed.

"Did you also see that **** patch?" Ke Xun said the scariest "nightmare" of last night.

Mu Yiran nodded: "It should be the black that took Zhang Tianwei away."

"This world itself is very strange. Even during the day, there is always a feeling of different dimensions. It becomes more obvious at night. It is simply a world of silhouettes, including myself." Ke Xun wanted to give himself a reason to go. I'm sure-Zhang Tianwei was dragged away along the window in a weightless flat state.

Mu Yiran's eyes seemed to perceive everything: "Zhang Tianwei was not weightless last night. The pattern that belonged to him was a little shaky, far less than the shadow of the shadow."

"Dark shadow?" Ke Xun grasped these two keywords, and finally someone said that they broke the words. "If the black is a shadow, then the theme of this painting-"Shadow".

"If it is a shadow, I am afraid it is difficult to drag the entity. Even opening a window is estimated to be difficult." Mu Yiran proposed his analysis bottleneck.

"Just like Hao Wen'er said, opening windows can be done by'people', but it's difficult for living people to help with the dragging of entities over walls." Ke Xun felt that the weirdness of this world brought some kind of subversion Sex, especially the fact that it can change a person's dimensional state, makes people feel that their power is smaller than that of ants.

"I'm not sure how many shadows there were last night." Mu Yiran subconsciously looked at the shadows of himself and Ke Xun. They were still dark purple with lime green borders. "No matter how powerful the power behind the painting, But all people and things here must follow the rules in the painting, including those shadows."

Indeed, the boss in the painting must strictly follow the rules of death to kill, otherwise the game will not go on.

Ke Xun looked up at the clock covered with cyan patterns: "I don't know much about these colors, but I think the clocks on our two floors and the clocks in the circular building are not the same system, representing different Meaning."

The clocks in the rotunda have no patterns. They are completely red as the background color, as red as the red liquid flowing out of the room.

The clock feels very unlucky, as if the color of the clock face is specially set for the dead.

Right now the clocks in this room are showing colors that are inconsistent with the colors of any room-orange and cyan. I don't know what these represent.

Ke Xun originally thought that this Fauvist painting would show a bold and decisive style. Who knows that it also has such a meticulous logic. In fact, it is not difficult to get out of the painting. As long as these puzzles are solved, the incident is straightened out. Logically, the artist's signature can be found smoothly.

"It's almost 11 o'clock, let's go to work." Ke Xun went to the bathroom before returning to the blue room. The bathroom was on the other side of the hall. The door was in natural wood color. These wood-colored doors indicated freedom and peace. harmless.

Mu Yiran seemed to be still thinking about something, Ke Xun didn't have the habit of asking his partner and boyfriend to go to the bathroom together, so he went in alone.

When Ke Xun came out, she found Mu Yiran staring at the door of the blue room, his expression extremely unnatural.

"Yan Ran?" Ke Xun stepped forward and patted the other person on the shoulder, "Yan Ran."

Only then did Mu Yiran seem to be regaining his senses, and looked at Ke Xun with a little distracted eyes: "Ke Xun, there was a problem just now."

"What did you see?" Ke Xun wanted to give him a heart-warming action of "Don't be afraid to hug"...

"Think about it now, what I saw just now may be an illusion," Mu Yiran's eyes looked at the blue door again, and the door had returned to normal at this time, "That door may be calling me in."

"What do you mean? Is my door slapstick for me..."

Mu Yiran directly ignored Ke Xun's casual hooking, stood up and prepared to return to his purple room.

"Stunned," Ke Xun read it, feeling that the name is particularly flammable, explosive and easy to ignite hormones. "Just now, what happened?"

Mu Yiran opened the purple door and looked in, with a more determined expression: "The scene I saw just now is that Wei Dong walked out of our room and walked directly into the blue room. After the blue door was opened, unexpectedly Many friends gathered in the room."

"Fuck, but don't scare me."

"I was the only one in the hall at the time. You broke this illusion when you appeared." Mu Yiran's brows were still slightly frowned.

"This illusion is terrible," Ke Xun looked around the bright and harmless hall. "In the illusion just now, can you contend with it? Or do you have your own judgment?"

"The consciousness is clear. I thought that phenomenon was strange at the time, so I didn't act easily."

"In other words, if you change someone, you will probably be summoned by a door of another color." Just after Ke Xun said this, he suddenly heard a chuckle in the hall.

This chuckle came unexpectedly, and it was instantly creepy. ——Careful analysis, the laughter clearly came from the sweet voice of the NPC.

Accompanied by the chuckle, there was another familiar sound of music, and the sweet voice of the NPC rang out: "Let's play a piece of music for everyone. I hope everyone can enjoy their work with beautiful music."

Ke Xun and Mu looked at each other silently, feeling that even in the daytime, everyone's every move could not escape the hidden eyes in the castle.

As a result, the two walked into the door of their own colors and went to enjoy the beautiful work.

The two women in the blue room are almost finishing all the work. Of course, the main labor force is Guo Lixia, and Xin Beibei is just a clumsy help.

"Sister Guo, you can rest for a while, and I will do the rest." Ke Xun sat down on the small stool and carefully filled the processed blue berries into the bottle.

Guo Lixia was also a little tired, and she took a seat on the back chair next to her: "This is far worse than when we were in the garment factory. At that time, it was really dry without day or night."

Ke Xun was just immersed in work, and didn't want to know too much about the personal and family conditions of these members. The more he understands, the greater the psychological burden. After all, most people here want to "stay".

Some of the members who have become people in the painting are just passersby to themselves, while others have become imprints that will never be erased in their lives.

"In order to buy a brand-name computer for my son, I joined the class for a month. That is to say, because I was young, I was tired and hospitalized soon!" Guo Lixia beat her waist and talked about the past.

Ke Xun couldn't help but answered, "Sister Guo's son, should he go to college now?"

Guo Lixia lowered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression: "I'm in college, abroad, his father went abroad and took his son three years ago. My son is actually willing to follow me," Guo Lixia beats her waist. The hand paused, "We have nothing to do, and we can't delay the child's future."

The topic was a bit heavy, Ke Xun smiled: "When your son returns to the country, Sister Guo will be blessed."

Guo Lixia smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Xin Beibei stood up to wash her hands, and changed the subject: "Group leader, did you know that Zhu Haowen before?"

"I went through three paintings together, what's wrong?"

"Is that guy gay?"

"What's wrong with GAY?" In Ke Xun's mind, the word had always existed in capitals.

Xin Beibei rubbed the soap bubbles in his hands: "It's nothing, I just think that this person is a sinister gay, or a dead house with a lot of bad intentions."

Ke Xun laughed aloud: "I wonder, what happened to Hao Wen'er?"

"Don't you think his mouth is broken? And he always deliberately targeted me!" Xin Beibei rolled her eyes, "I think he is interesting to our old stone. Seeing his attitude towards me, it is really a bit sad. Feel jealous."

"Don't you, Hao Wen'er is not that kind of person." Ke Xun didn't know Zhu Haowen very much. Whether this person was **** or not, he would never be jealous with a woman.

Guo Lixia couldn’t help but interject: “Although I don’t speak good English, I also know what **** you are talking about. The old stone is not normal?"

Xin Beibei flushed and remained silent for a while.

Guo Lixia and Ke Xun looked at each other, unexpectedly exploding such a big gossip.

Ke Xun: Is the painting to push his old man to pick us like this...