"About Mirren," Mu Yiran said, "all I know is that he was only thirty-eight years old when he died, and that he died abnormally."
"Abnormal death?" Ke Xun Mao stared straight at him.
"Suicide." Mu Yiran said, "He doesn't seem to be married. He lives alone. He was found dead in his small apartment. He took an overdose of sleeping pills. This "Pure Land" may be the last work of his life."
"In this way, it seems that we can understand the reason why this painting is called "Pure Land"," Qin Ci said, "When he painted this painting, he might have already had the will to die, and death may be a possibility for him. It is a kind of relief, like many people, he thinks that after death, he can be as relaxed and carefree as bliss - is it possible that he is suffering from a disease and there is no cure, so he wants to be released by death?"
"There is no way to verify at this time," Mu Yiran glanced at the six doors in the room, "If this painting is his will, what we have to do is to find out the world he created and his life experiences. What is the connection with the cause of death."
"Now that we know the contents of the three worlds, do we need to check the remaining three worlds tomorrow?" Luo Wei suddenly asked.
"We can only check tomorrow. Night is the most dangerous time in the painting." Qin Ci looked at one of the doors. "Qi Qiang and the other two people haven't come back yet. I wonder if something happened."
"Hurry up and find them back!" Zhao Haicui suddenly shouted, "Will they get lost?! Will something happen?! You are familiar with this place, go and find them back!"
Wei Dong had been irritated by this woman for a long time, and he replied angrily: "Do we have this obligation?! Sister, are you wearing a makeup mirror, please take a look at how big your face is!"
"You—" Zhao Haicui became noisy, but no one was willing to pay attention to her.
"Sister Zhao, why don't we two go find them," said Zhang Lifeng, a colleague who came in with Zhao Haicui, "Didn't we all agree to leave a mark? Let's follow the marks they made, and we should be able to find them. ."
Although Zhao Haicui is strange, he also has a persistent obsession with his companions. Hearing that, he glared at the others, and followed Zhang Lifeng to the door where the other two colleagues entered.
"The last piece of advice," Ke Xun said to the two of them, "running around at night will really kill you, so you can do it for yourself, meow."
Zhao Haicui turned her face and scolded: "I believe in you! The old man has nothing to do with meowing like a cat. You are so cute! Disgusting!"
After that, he took Zhang Lifeng to push the door and walked away.
Ke Xun: "???"
Wei Dong spread his hands: "If people rush to death, Lord Yama can't stop them. Meow."
Ke Xun: "..."
Everyone: "… "
It was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, and everyone who stayed in the initial room sat on the ground, waiting for the dawn or death to come.
Of course, everyone will not wait to die. Analyzing the paintings and exploring clues has become a tacit understanding of work formed by the old members' cooperation for many times.
"There are layers of fog in front of us now, and we are more confused than any painting we have entered before," Qin Ci said in a deep voice, "At present, there are two puzzles in front of us:
"First, the three known worlds have very different painting styles and different ages, and no clues can be found;
"Second, what kind of role can the props we get.
"Let's brainstorm and develop ideas now, don't be limited by established cognition, even if it sounds extraordinarily unreasonable speculation, you can say it for others' reference.
"Xiao Mu, you... cough, you come first?"
Qin Ci almost choked, when he saw Ke Xun, a big lazy cat, lying on Mu Yiran's thigh, his eyes narrowed into two crescent-shaped arcs, and he opened his mouth and slapped a big yawn.
"Damn it, I'm blind." Wei Dong blocked his face with his hand, and turned his head to complain at Zhu Haowen next to him, "I really take our straight men as non-existent, you say so, Comrade Zhu!"
Zhu Haowen lowered his eyes, expressionless on his face.
Mu Yiran raised his gaze from the face of the big lazy cat on his lap, looked at the people in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Speaking of the different painting styles of the three worlds, the props we got are actually the same. It does not belong to a style and period, I think, it may be related to these six worlds."
As if waking up in a dream with the same words, Zhu Haowen suddenly raised his head and looked at him: "You mean, the props in our hands may correspond to these six worlds?"
Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "Let's do some connecting questions."
Arrange the thirteen items you got and the three known worlds on either side, and find the correlation between them.
"I have a pen and paper." Rowe took out a palm-sized notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket.
On the left is the props column:
Two longan cores
Ancient literati Confucian scarf
Ancient chisel flower copper pot
writing brush
fishing rod
cat whiskers
sword
fruit
red round stone
bunny ear headdress
cat ear headdress
dragon horn headdress
Black flared pants and red and white striped T
On the right is the known world:
The ancient world before the Qing Dynasty
Paper-cut two-dimensional world in the late Qing Dynasty
Anthropomorphic animal world in modern social background
Everyone looked at the two columns listed on the paper together, and then discussed the results of the connection classification.
[The ancient world before the Qing Dynasty] Applicable props: two longan cores, ancient literati Confucian scarves, ancient chisel flower copper pots, writing brushes, fishing rods, swords, fruits, red round stones;
[Paper-cut-like two-dimensional world in the late Qing Dynasty] Applicable props: fishing rod.
[Animal world of anthropomorphic modern social background]Applicable props: fruits, red round stones, cat whiskers, rabbit ear headdress, cat ear headdress, dragon horn headdress.
"There is no two-dimensional plane in the props we got," Luo Wei said, pointing to the contents listed on the paper, "but because there are fishermen in this two-dimensional world, Mr. Qin's fishing rod can temporarily connect to this world. In addition, there is a bye in the props, which is the suit of black flared pants and red and white striped T, strictly speaking, this suit is actually suitable for the anthropomorphic animal world, but since there are three other We don't know the content of the world, maybe this suit can be grouped into three other worlds."
"There are thirteen of us, there are a total of thirteen items, and there are only six worlds here," Zhu Haowen continued, "It means that some of the things we have summarized above belong to the other three worlds, and the first ancient The world has the most props that can be applied, and it can be proved from another perspective that in the other three worlds, there must be an existence similar to the first ancient world, which will divert these props."
"Meow, tell me, are these props equivalent to a key to breaking the game?" Ke Xun leaned on Mu Yiran's lap and tucked his hands under him in a peasant gesture, "These six worlds are quite similar. Since there are six locks, we can only open the door and pass the customs if we find the corresponding keyhole with the corresponding key, meow?"
"In view of the fact that the rules do not allow the exchange of props," Mu Yiran took his words and said, "We can only bring the props of our own choice and enter the corresponding world. Perhaps this is the way to find clues and Mirren. signature."
"It's no wonder that those of us have found nothing after entering those three worlds just now," Wei Dong said suddenly, "Obviously some of us entered the wrong world, and the props we carried were inconsistent with the style of the world we entered, just like entering the wrong password. Of course, the corresponding program cannot be opened."
"Then tomorrow, we can try to regroup by prop style and select the corresponding world to enter." Qin Ci said.
Wei Dong took out his props, the brush, and said, "According to my props, I should enter the world that Ke'er and the others entered."
"Then I'll enter the anthropomorphic animal world?" Ke Xun finally left Mu Yiran's lap, sat up straight, and turned to look at Mu Yiran, "Yiran's props are fruits, which are suitable for the first ancient world. , also for the anthropomorphic animal world, and maybe even three other worlds."
"It's like hitting numbers in a lottery," Rowe said. "If you hit three or more of the same numbers, you hit the jackpot. Since the fruit may apply to multiple worlds, you might as well try a few more times, maybe We can meet the right world in which world, and the same is true for others, we enter these six worlds several times in different combinations, and there will always be a time when we can meet the right one.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. They were speechless for a while. They each found a corner, resting and being alert to anything that might happen after the night fell.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran were sitting together, leaning against the wall and looking up at the wallpaper on the wall and ceiling. As night fell, the pattern of stars and moons printed on the wallpaper gradually glowed with star-yellow light, and it seemed to slowly fade away. Circling around the ground, it looks like a dream. If it weren't for being in a horror painting that could be bizarre and tragic at any time, this room would be like a fairy tale.
"Yan Ran," Mu Yi Ran listened to Ke Xun talking to him in an unintentionally cute voice, "Did you have any discomfort after eating that weird fruit?"
Mu Yiran didn't answer, but glanced at him: "How do you feel now?"
Ke Xun thought for a while, and then said with a meow: "I'm very energetic, and I can see things very clearly, you see, the light in the room is very dark now, meow, but when I sit here, I can clearly see the chin on the opposite side. The little bearded slag that got out."
Mu Yiran slightly frowned, and suddenly raised his hand, gently hooked Ke Xun's chin, and then heard a slight snoring sound from Ke Xun's chest.
"Mummy meow..." Ke Xun's voice was hoarse, he arched his body upward, and approached Mu Yiran's face, "Are you teasing me, big guy?"
Mu Yi looked down at him, and asked in a low voice, "Very comfortable?"
"Extremely comfortable, meow~~~" Ke Xun stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Yiran's shoulder, hanging his entire upper body on his chest, and cupped his cheek with the tip of his nose, "Come again, Yiran, play with me, meow."
Mu Yiran raised his hand again, but instead of hooking his chin like before, he put his hand on the back of his neck and squeezed: "Move and see."
Ke Xun didn't move, as if he was pinching a soft numb hole, his eyes were so wide that he couldn't even speak.
Mu Yiran let go of him, his voice still deep, but endlessly serious: "Ke Xun, you are turning into a cat."