The four newcomers who came in together were colleagues. They were sent by the company to the Crystal Swan Hotel in this city for a business meeting. After the meeting, a few people discussed going to the art museum to pass the time, and then they met this guy. Unlucky and bizarre.
The pan-haired girl, Zhao Haicui, is an old employee of the company. The other young girl is Wei Miao, a newcomer to the company. The prop Wei Miao chose is dragon horns. Weeping, it looked weird and a little funny.
The other two male colleagues, Zhang Lifeng, the props he chose were the two longan cores, and Ge Lei, who wore the red and white striped T and black flared pants.
"The thirteen people are divided into six groups, and each group has at least two people. Now let's divide it up." Qin Ci said after introducing each other.
"I want to ask, what basis are you going to group on?" Luo Wei, who is also a newcomer, cautiously watched Qin Ci from behind his glasses.
"Usually," Qin Ci said calmly, "the basis for the few of us is to form a group voluntarily."
There are many unspoken meanings in this sentence. After Qin Ci finished speaking, he looked at Luo Wei and waited for his speech.
Luo Wei really had something to say, pushed the glasses on his face, and his face was calm: "For those of us who are new to painting for the first time, of course, I prefer that you can bring the old to the new, but obviously, I think you Not everyone agrees to this request, and I don't want to be separated from Yaqing."
After speaking, he glanced at Qi Qiang and Huang Pi who were standing at the outermost periphery. It was obvious that those two would not be willing to bring newcomers with them. Even if they were willing, who could guarantee that they would not be used as backs when they were in danger? of.
"So, do you have any better suggestions?" Qin Ci asked him.
"In fact, in this enchantment without order and social morality, no one is obliged to think about others," Luo Wei was so calm and rational that he was almost ruthless, "You can form teams at will, we are not qualified to interfere, but if , only if you want, can you consider not to divide the group so finely, there are six groups of people, at least five groups have only two people, this is a very unscientific grouping method, since the rules of painting and 'selection' 'If there is a relationship, then each group should have at least three talents. Once faced with the need to choose A or B, when there is a disagreement, the minority can be voted to achieve the majority decision."
"If you are in a group of three, don't you have to have a group of four?" Wei Dong said.
Luo Wei glanced at Weidong with the eyes of scumbags: "We are living people, not machines, and a situation of five or five points is not a dead end. We have many flexible ways to make the final decision. So, do you guys Agree with my proposal?"
The last sentence was asked to Qin Ci, but Luo Wei's eyes still subconsciously glanced at Mu Yiran who was standing a few steps away from Qin Ci. Because of the meticulousness and observation of the engineer, he intuitioned that the silence was cold and cold. The man of the gang is the one who really has the final say in this group of old members.
If you are a group of three, you need to divide into four groups, but there are six world entrances in front of you. It is a race against time to find a signature. If you find two less worlds, it is likely to delay the best chance of escape.
Qin Ci looked at several companions who came along the way, and asked everyone what they meant with his eyes.
"If that's the case, let's divide it into four groups," Ke Xun answered most succinctly. "Since we choose to decide our destiny, then we choose to divide into four groups and give up the entrance to the two worlds for the time being. That is also our fate. Maybe the 'choice' starts now."
"That's right, I agree to divide into four groups." Wei Dong said.
"I agree too." Zhu Haowen said.
"What's your opinion?" Qin Ci asked several newcomers.
"I don't care, no matter how many groups I'm divided into, anyway, I have to be in a group with you, and you have to be responsible for this!" Zhao Haicui, the hair-haired girl, was moving logically and held Qin Ci's sleeves tightly.
Qin Ci couldn't break free from Zhao Haicui's pull, so he shook his head helplessly and looked at his companion: "How to group?"
"I'm with Yi Ran." Ke Xun said.
"I didn't ask you." Wei Dong rolled his eyes, "I'm also with Yi Ran."
Ke Xun: "..."
"Ke Xun and I are in the group," Mu Yiran said, "Wei Donghaowen is in the group, Dr. Qin takes Luo Wei and Li Yaqing, and the rest are optional.
"Everyone pay attention to the time. Before eleven o'clock in the evening, if possible, try to get back to this room. Since the rules of painting usually do not make the people who enter the painting die collectively on the same night, then we will rush back here before midnight, maybe we will definitely reduce the probability of death to some extent.
"After entering the world of choice, everyone should pay attention to leaving marks along the way to prevent getting lost on the way back, and at the same time, it can also be left for others to find your clues.
"I have a pen and paper with me, and I'm putting it in this room now. If anyone can go back to this room, they can use paper and pen to leave a message to other people who didn't return to this room on time, and write down their experiences as detailed as possible. , and explain the plan after the group is clear.
"Time waits for no one, it's better to go now."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ke Xun, and Ke Xun immediately followed, and the two walked towards the entrance to the world that one of the round doors led to.
The final decision on the members of each group was handed over to the newcomers and Qi Qiang Huangpi. Whoever wants to follow is entirely voluntary.
Surprisingly, it was Huangpi who followed.
Qi Qiang also moved his feet in the direction of Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, but when he saw Huangpi walking past, he stopped his feet again. In the end, he chose to form a group with a man and a woman among the newcomers.
Ke Xun speculates that Qi Qiang is probably the same as the previous painting. He wants to pick a pit of soft persimmons. The newcomer knows nothing about the world of painting.
However, Ke Xun did not spare any effort to intervene. In the painting, everyone could not protect themselves, and there was still strength to help others not to be calculated and persecuted.
Ke Xun just instructed Weidong Zhu Haowen and Qin Ci to be more careful, and then walked into the round door with Mu Yiran Huangpi.
Ke Xun walked at the end of the three, and paid special attention to the Confucian scarf on Huangpi's head. Huangpi was originally shaved with a round inch. The Confucian scarf was called a "scarf", but it was actually like a kind of hat, buckled on him. On the inch head, coupled with this man's fierce look like a labor reform prisoner, it was so funny that Ke Xun laughed almost out of time.
Looking back at the room behind him, he saw that the round door was closed. The shape of the room was a rustic adobe house with no windows, and the roof was covered with dry straw.
Ke Xun speculated that this room would take on different shapes in different worlds.
And turning back to look at the world that appeared in front of him, there was an indescribable sense of disobedience.
There are mountains in the distance and trees close by. When you look at the left side, you can see the fields like fields, and when you look at the right side, you can see the sparse cottages. The color of the whole world is very strange. Old movies or old paper piles of staleness.
Whether it is mountains and trees, or fields and houses, all are dull and dull old colors, and if you look closely, the lines of all the scenery are very strange, there is no absolute horizontal and vertical, even the purlins of the walls and the edges of the windows. , door frame, there is a kind of curved ups and downs or even round softness that does not conform to the original texture.
"I'm a little scared."
Mu Yiran heard what Ke Xun said suddenly, and couldn't help looking at him.
Didn't this kid become fat and courageous in the process of painting and drawing again and again, and what was he afraid of suddenly at this time
"I was very afraid of those old movies when I was a child," Ke Xun said, "It's just black and white films with sound or without sound, the color of the picture is just like the dim yellow in front of me, and there is always something called that kind of thing. …”
"Noise and particles." Mu Yi Ran answered in an understanding manner.
"Yes, it's the kind of texture that keeps moving on the screen," Ke Xun touched his arm, as if there was a layer of goosebumps there, "The sound of the audio movie is also suddenly loud. Suddenly small, the sound quality is particularly poor, and it sounds even more weird - I am most afraid of this old movie, and I always feel that the people in it don't look like living people."
So in this world like an old movie, will it also... have a group of weird "living" people
"No matter what, let's find someone to ask about the situation here." Ke Xun, who was still afraid just now, started walking towards a place where there were people in the distance.
Along the way, Ke Xun made a very obvious mark on the tree or roadside at intervals. These marks were a set of special marks that only each other could understand. Not only can a marker point in the direction where the person making the marker is going, it can also simply state something and provide directions.
However, in order to facilitate the new people who are not members of the group to understand, Ke Xun also left some explanatory text and signs that everyone can understand.
Walking to a field that looked dry and barren, the three saw a grandfather and grandson ploughing the field with great difficulty. Dilapidated, barely discernible color.
The skin color of the two people is like the hue of this world, dim and dark, and they clearly look hungry, but the exposed fingers and the waist under the clothes are thick and round.
"Dare to ask..." Ke Xun grasped the tone of the ancients, stepped forward to inquire, and clasped his fists in a salute, "This uncle, here... er, where is this place?"
The old man slowly raised his head. His gray beard had absolutely no texture that human hair and beard should have. Ke Xun couldn't describe what kind of texture it had.
In view of the experience in the previous paintings, even though Ke Xun felt that the old man in front of him was very strange, he didn't dare to say it, he just pretended to look at him very naturally.
"A few of them are foreigners," the old man said slowly, his voice had the unique sound quality of old movies, Ke Xun couldn't help but took two steps towards Mu Yiran's side, "This is Baihua Village."
The name of the village sounds nice, but when Ke Xun looked around, he didn't see any flowers at all, or even if he saw the flowers, it was a dim and dark color, blending in with the near and far scenery, making it difficult to distinguish.
Knowing only a village name does not lead to new clues. Ke Xun scratched his head and didn't know what to ask for a while. After all, until now, he didn't have the slightest clue as to how to find the signature and figure out the rules of death for this painting.
"Master, I think your fields are a little dry, will the harvest be affected?" Mu Yiran, who had been silent for a while, suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with painting.