Everyone could hardly believe that Lu Heng, who seemed timid, dared to secretly photograph a corpse in such a dangerous situation.
"Damn, you mean, you secretly photographed the deceased in front of that Master Wu?" Wei Dong couldn't tell whether Lu Heng was timid or timid, and he had been standing by Lu Heng just now, but he didn't pay attention. He secretly used the camera.
Lu Heng's voice was still muttering: "At that time, Master Wu had not come, the crowd was quite chaotic, I didn't even raise the camera, and I didn't dare to look at the viewfinder. Shutter. — And my hands were shaking, so I didn’t know if I could handle that slow speed.”
"What speed?" Wei Dong couldn't understand, and Ke Xun and Fang Fei were also at a loss.
"It's just the shutter speed," Lu Heng became more and more timid, wondering if he would violate a certain rule of the world by secretly photographing the dead, "I used a very slow speed, 1/16 of a second, In fact, it has already exceeded the limit of the safety shutter, and it is said that at this speed, a tripod should be used, and my hands were still shaking at that time, maybe the picture was blurred."
"Oh..." Wei Dong breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, as if not being able to take pictures was something that made people feel at ease.
"Why did you think of photographing her?" Ke Xun asked.
At this time, the four of them walked upstairs slowly, occasionally encountering one or two pedestrians. At this time, everyone would tacitly keep silent.
Hearing Ke Xun's question, Lu Heng seemed to have found his direction in confusion, and his voice became firmer: "I wanted to take pictures of those and show them to Sheng Nan, after all, it was the one she cared about the most. The work, in case she wants to see it after the painting is out..." Lu Heng's eyes blurred again, and he scratched his hair, "I'm probably crazy, to actually take a picture of the heroine's body for the author to see, ghost Know what I was thinking at the time…”
"You just don't want her to regret." Fang Fei said suddenly.
"Yes, I don't want her to regret anything." Lu Heng muttered to himself and nodded again.
Ke Xun continued to ask: "What is the safety shutter you just said, and the speed of 1/16 second, why does it appear blurry?"
The three of them didn't understand the professional photography issues that Lu Heng said just now. Everyone understood Ke Xun's intention at the moment. If Lu Heng was lucky enough to take a clear picture, it might become a useful clue.
"The speed is the clicking sound when we press the shutter of the camera, and it is also the process of the camera performing exposure. If the speed is very slow, the shaking produced by the handheld camera will affect the effect of the photo. 1/60 to 1/30 seconds can be said to be handheld. The limit of the safety shutter is supposed to be more stable with a tripod, not to mention the 1/16th of a second I used just now." Although Lu Heng was nervous and timid, he talked endlessly about these professional knowledge.
Although Wei Dong couldn't understand why it was called slow speed after dividing the second into several parts, he still asked, "Then why do you shoot at such a slow speed? You know that your hands will shake when you are nervous."
"Because under the circumstances at the time, the corpse was absolutely still, and the surrounding people were moving. If you shoot at a slow speed, the ideal effect should be: those moving people around are ethereal, and only the corpse is Still and clear." Lu Heng replied seriously, "But it was impossible to take an ideal photo in that situation at the time. I just pointed the lens in that direction, I didn't even have a chance to look through the viewfinder, and my hands were shaking." Sheng Nan would never want to see Xiayu's body if he didn't come out."
At this time, everyone had reached the ninth floor unknowingly. Ke Xun stopped at the corner of the stairs and asked, "Does this camera need to develop film to see the photo effect?"
"Yes, this is not a digital camera, you can only see it after the photos are developed." Speaking of which, Lu Heng seemed to have temporarily forgotten the dangers around him, and said a little excitedly: "I think this kind of delay is the biggest factor in photography. the charm of it.”
"… "
"I feel that Xiayu's story should have happened in ancient times, and this building and these people are also vague," Fang Fei expressed her thoughts, "I can't believe that there is a film printing shop in such a building. "
"What's outside the building? Maybe it's outside." Wei Dong felt a little regretful after saying that. According to the previous rules, this tower should be the scope delineated by this painting, and no one can go out.
"Woooo-" Luo Yu and the dog appeared at the door of the room.
Wei Dong: "I didn't expect that the first person to greet us was Xinchun."
Luo Meng disapproved and hugged the dog in his arms: "I don't know why Xinchun doesn't bark, even my brother-in-law finds it strange, ordinarily it can hear and make some noises, so it shouldn't be dumb. "
"It's good that the dog that the somatosensory car turns into, it can whine twice," Wei Dong said. "If I had brought in the old baby carriage I had when I was a child, I could at least shout 'please pay attention to backing up'."
"You are not allowed to compare your 'reverse car, please pay attention' to my Xinchun, it is unique." When Luo Yao and Wei Dong returned to the room, all 13 of them were already there.
This room is very spacious, about 100 square meters visually, and the bed is actually a Datong shop. Du Lingyu said to Fang Fei: "The screen is where the girls live. It's good to be able to easily separate them."
Fang Fei nodded, this condition is much better than when everyone was lying in the cabin.
"This building is too big. We didn't get out of this patio after walking for a long time. Looking for a signature is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Cao Yuning sat on the wooden stool beside him, feeling a little discouraged.
"What have everyone heard about the origin of this building?" Shao Ling had been staying in the room just now looking for clues, and now he turned his attention to the members who came back from outside.
"Light Brigade." Ke Xun felt a voice sounded with him, and turned to see that it was Zhu Haowen.
Zhu Haowen stopped talking and sat silently on the chair beside the wooden table.
"We didn't take the initiative to inquire just now. The name of the Lantern Brigade came from those people. In addition to the Lantern Brigade, there is also a Fluorite Brigade." Ke Xun continued, "If the Lantern Brigade is full of hangings With lanterns, it seems that the fluorite brigade can't see the light."
Mu Yi nodded and turned his attention to another group of people.
Qin Ci said as a representative: "We try to inquire as quietly as possible. What can be confirmed at present is that our lamp brigade is a giant hotel, and the locals call it a reverse brigade."
Inverse Brigade finally intersected with the name of the painting.
Du Lingyu was very surprised: "Reverse travel? Hotel? Why is there such a big hotel? And there are so many people."
Qin Ci nodded: "If you guess correctly, the world is divided into units of reverse travel. Because the outdoor environment is very harsh, people need to live in large groups."
"However, once people settle down, they have a home. Why do they call these places "reverse travel"? A hotel is not a home." Luo Yu couldn't understand for a while. He only remembered hearing his wife complain in the TV series he watched as a child. Husband: You treat our house as a hotel.
"We haven't heard about this yet," Qin Ci smiled apologetically. "In addition to the Lantern Brigade, Xiao Ke heard about a Fluorite Brigade, and we also heard about a place called the Cold Night Brigade. These giant hotels are like a A small country with no clear ruling class, everyone seems to trust wizards a lot, calling them Lord Wu."
Mu Yiran nodded slightly, and got up and opened the large wooden cabinet against the wall in the room. There were actually all kinds of packages in it. Counting them, there were 13 in total.
"I apologize to everyone here, we just opened these packages to check." Shao Ling said.
People feel that there is no need to apologize for this incident. After all, these things do not really belong to them, they are just props that the world temporarily arranges for everyone.
"Are the items in these packages different?" Mai Peng asked. "How can we tell who these packages belong to?"
"I won't let everyone choose the package this time." Wei Dong couldn't help but think of the painting "Pure Land", and when each person chooses the props, he indirectly decides his own destiny.
"No, these packages are marked by everyone," Shao Ling replied, "some are clearly marked, such as this earth-red cloth bag, which has the word "rain" engraved on the back of a diamond mirror. We think this should be It belongs to Du Lingyu; some of the markings are hints, for example, in my package, there is a small xun, I learned to blow xun with a teacher when I was a child, so the package should be mine."
Everyone was very curious when they heard it. They didn't know that the package that belonged to them would "include" their attributes.
"Of course, there are also some packages that we can't judge, so we need to confirm it ourselves." Shao Ling distributed the belonging packages to a few people, and the rest of the unowned packages remained on the wooden table.
Wei Dong took his own sackcloth package: "I'm puzzled, how do you know it's mine... Oh, it's mine."
Wei Dong held a thin notebook in his hand, in which he drew various paintings, mostly sketches, including portraits of people, landscapes, and some funny pictures.
Luo Meng stretched his head to look at the cover, and burst into laughter: "Brother, you draw yourself so handsome~"
"I can barely get one-tenth of my Shen Yun." Wei Dong joked boldly, and took a closer look at himself painted on the cover, which also read: Bright Lv Wei's Painting Collection.
"It seems that we are from the Bright Brigade?" Wei Dong continued to flip through the album, hoping to find some more clues.
"We are indeed from the Guangming Brigade. In the public luggage, we found something similar to a customs clearance document, which recorded our itinerary." Mu Yiran said and opened the "customs clearance document" on the table: " This is a record of nearly ten years, and we have traveled in various anti-travels, sometimes as long as half a year, sometimes as short as a dozen days."
"Why do we leave the Bright Brigade to go to so many places?" Wei Dong has already assumed the role and regards himself as a member of the Bright Brigade.
"We should be a caravan selling spices. We have a lot of spices in our big luggage." Mu Yiran gave his guessed answer, and at the same time opened a colored package in his hand: "I really want to know , who is the owner of this package."
The color package was opened, and there was a snow-white mask inside.