Fang Fei left her contact information, added the "Entering Painting Theory" V-letter group, and left. The rest stayed in a nearby hotel for one night, and had a break-up meal together the next morning.
After dinner, we sat down, mainly because Shao Ling had a lot of questions to ask.
"So now it seems that the coordinates of the art museum where all the paintings you have entered look like a T and a triangle?" Shao Ling looked at the coordinate map saved on Ke Xun's mobile phone and thoughtfully asked.
"The angular shape at the back can be seen as a triangle, or as a vertical slash on the left of the letter 'N' or 'M' and a right slash in the middle," Qin Ci said, "but I prefer the letter N or M ."
"In this way, the coordinates we entered in the painting are based on the shape of these letters," Shao Ling thought, "So are these letters a hint?"
"We have also discussed," Qin Ci said, "Everyone thinks that there are two possibilities. First, these letters composed of all the coordinates of the museum will eventually form a sentence similar to a code or a prompt, and this sentence is likely to be The key to unlocking the truth behind this whole incredible thing; second, the letter formed by these coordinates is, most likely, a giant, signature."
Shao Ling was startled, and immediately put his eyes on the screen of the mobile phone again, stared at it carefully for a while, and said after a while: "If this is a signature, have you ever looked up which artist's signature starts with the letter T? "
"There are so many Chinese and foreign painters in ancient and modern times, isn't it hard to find?" Luo Meng said at a glance.
"At least the ancient Chinese painters can be excluded," Shao Ling said, "Only foreign painters or Chinese contemporary painters can sign with English letters. The name starting with T may be an English word or an abbreviation of the name. , we should investigate the names of painters in various countries, and those who do not start with T should not be concerned, and then use the exclusion method to filter..."
"I'm afraid this is a very large amount of work," Qin Ci shook his head slightly, "You must know that in the paintings we have been in, there are even works of painters who are not well-known or even not very good at painting. Painters of all levels are also considered, I think it will take a few years to find out."
Shao Ling thought about it for a while and asked, "So, do all the artists who have entered the painting have any commonalities or other connections?"
"Not at all," Weidong replied, "We even tried to check the genealogy of these painters - we checked everything we could find, and there was no connection."
"They may have only one thing in common," Ke Xun said. "They are all Chinese."
Shao Ling's eyes flashed: "Does this kind of thing happen abroad?"
"No." This time, it was Mu Yiran who answered him, "I paid special attention to it, and I personally went to several art galleries that were said to have had supernatural incidents, but they were all confirmed in the end and had nothing to do with the incident. It only happened in this country."
"Then we'll just check the domestic painters." Shao Ling refused to give up his method. "And, have you contacted the contemporary painters who have painted before?"
"Xiaomu tried to contact him, but unfortunately, they are all dead." Qin Ci said.
"This may be the second thing these people have in common." Ke Xun spread his hands.
Shao Ling frowned, and found that the whole incident was so clueless, it happened for no reason, it progressed without a reason, there was no cause, and there was no result, and it continued like this indefinitely? It's never ending like this
So what's the point of struggling to live like this
Seemingly seeing the dazedness and irritability that was suppressed between his eyebrows, Mu Yi said: "I believe that everything has a cause and effect, and this matter cannot happen for no reason, so there is no need to feel hesitant. clue."
Shao Ling smiled: "That's right, I'm a little impatient."
"It's normal. After all, you've only experienced one painting. It's normal to be anxious to get out of this situation," Ke Xun said, "unlike us, people are already numb after so many paintings survive. Look, brother. A few, now it’s time to eat, sleep, work, work, play, nothing matters, you can try to jump directly to our stage.”
"I'll try my best." Shao Ling regained his composure, reorganized his emotions, and then looked at Mu Yiran, "Then what kind of investigation are you conducting on this matter now?"
"First of all, we want to know whether this incident only started to happen this year, or it has always existed before that." As soon as Mu Yiran opened his mouth, Shao Ling listened intently, "Dr. Qin and I are in the room. 's first painting was at the beginning of May this year, and the other eleven people who entered the painting at that time were all entering the painting for the first time, so we have no way of knowing whether there are other paintings before this. If there are any, Then the letters formed by the coordinates we have now can't be regarded as starting with 'T'.
"So I think that finding the starting time of this thing will allow us to get more clues, so this question is very important. Several of us have been doing this thing separately for a while.
"Dr. Qin's classmates are located in hospitals in various cities. He is now contacting these people and using chat to inquire about some anecdotes in their cities. You must know that in the hospital, there are quite a few rumors of such incidents, and those who are in the painting People often get sick, crazy, or injured because of this in the real world, and the hospital is the main place to get in touch with these people and things.
"Hao Wen and Wei Dong are in charge of collecting and inquiring about relevant rumors on the Internet, and Ke Xun and I are in charge of consulting relevant books, paper media, and on-the-spot visits. However, it is not possible to obtain clues in a short time. So far, we have both Haven't found anything useful yet.
"If you and Luo Meng have connections that you can use, I hope you can join in too. I will also contact Fang Fei."
Luo Meng raised his hand: "Brother-in-law, I can join you and my brother's group. I don't have a job, I just run around, I have a lot of time, and it's fine if I don't go home for a few months! Brother, let me live at your house. Just go, really!"
Ke Xun: "...You can do it, I can't! You don't want your girlfriend anymore?"
Luo Yao: "My female vote said, two people can't get tired of being together for a long time. After a long time, they are tired of seeing each other. Small is better than a newlywed, so I don't have anything to do in front of her eyes. Why did I often run outside before? If you don't go home for two months, she still bombards me."
Ke Xun: "...I don't understand your heterosexual love very well. Anyway, don't squeeze into my house. It's so hard for me to live in a two-person world. I'll kill whoever comes."
Luo Yi: "Yoooo—"
Ke Xun: "… Yo, you carrot head, I will call you on the V letter when something happens, just wait at home."
Shao Ling said: "I can also find someone to run about this matter, and even collect information under the guise of soliciting essays on our publications and public accounts."
Wei Dong: "Dare to ask what this big guy does?"
"I work in Wenxin Group." Shao Ling only briefly introduced his work.
Wenxin Group is one of the most famous literary operators in China. It has both online platforms and print media publishing. It has a huge audience and a high interactive feedback rate.
If Shao Ling could take advantage of his position to collect information, it would be tantamount to adding a powerful boost to the painters.
"Then let's arrange it like this for the time being," Shao Ling got up. "I have to catch today's flight. If there is any latest news, please communicate in the group in time and get in touch."
Everyone sent Shao Ling away, and they also said goodbye and went back to their respective homes.
In the end, only Ke Xun, Mu Yiran and Wei Dong were left in the hotel.
Ke Xun turned his head to look at Mu Yiran, with a big smile on his face: "Then, let's go home too?"
Mu Yiran also smiled warmly: "Okay, go home."
Wei Dong next to me: Who am I, why am I standing here, and why did I suddenly eat dog food.
When he got home, it was already the afternoon of the same day. This time, Mu Yiran brought a whole suitcase of luggage. He watched Ke Xun pull his suitcase like a big happy dog and rushed into the bedroom. The corners of his lips curled slightly.
"I think our house needs to buy some more furniture," Ke Xun stood on his hips in the central hall, looking around at his empty house, and he began to dislike it everywhere, "The walls are too white, why don't we change the color, high-grade gray? Tranquil blue? Death Barbie powder? Add a serious sofa in the living room, and then get a small home theater? Get a whole wall of bookshelves in the study, put your books, and get a desk, throw my computer desk in the guest room, anyway, the guest room is empty Right. By the way, I saw a set of coffee machines on the Internet, and I will place an order now... "
"Ke Xun," Mu Yiran raised his hand and hooked his chin to make him face him, "this is your home, and it will be my home in the future. The home of the two of us needs to have the imprints of both of us, not all of them. According to my preferences, what you like, I will like."
Ke Xun looked into his eyes, licked his lips after a long while, and said in a low voice, "I like it, and you like it too? Then..." He hugged Mu Yiran's waist and led him back slowly. , until he retreated into the study, and suddenly he stumbled and slammed him onto the computer desk, "I like this." Ke Xun lowered his body, pressed Mu Yiran's cheek, and gently bit his ear. , and up and down its hands.
He heard Mu Yiran's voice softly ringing in his ears, like a sigh, like a light panting, with a soft and magnetic tone, which was touching.
Not to die in the painting, but to die here. Ke Xun thought to himself.
The tip of the hair at the back of the neck was covered by Mu Yiran's hand, and Ke Xun thought to himself why he liked it so much. It's fine to touch and rub it, but he had to tug at it, and it made him feel numb from the cervical vertebra to the caudal vertebra. .
…
A computer desk is a good thing, why don't we discuss it and keep it in the study.
…
When Wei Dong called, Ke Xun was throwing the dead keyboard into the trash can.
Wei Dong: "What?"
Ke Xun: "Rest."
Wei Dong: "After the fact?"
Ke Xun: "If you have a fart, let it go. If it's nothing, I'll hang up."
Wei Dong: "I'm still out with you. We don't know who. What, didn't you say you want to buy furniture? My uncle is in the store tomorrow. If you go to him directly, the reserve price will be paid."
Ke Xun: "Okay. By the way... Which brand of keyboard is more sturdy?"
Wei Dong: "Is your keyboard broken? Are you used to the mechanical keyboard? It's super textured, especially when the keys are dropped, the mechanical sound of clack-clack-clack is very appealing. ... What about people? Hello? Talk!"
Ke Xun: "Well... I'm just imagining it, it should be really exciting."
"Yeah!" Wei Dong continued talking on the phone, but Ke Xun's thoughts had drifted away, Mu Yiran was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window drinking steaming hot instant coffee. The red afterglow shone on his beige sweater with a warm, fluffy glow.