Ke Xun took the phone away from his ear and smiled into the microphone: "Then let's see you in the next painting."
This way you don't have to hear the other person say goodbye.
After hanging up, Mu Yiran received a text message from Ke Xun. It was his V signal, and he didn't attach his address.
Apparently waiting for him to add his V letter.
Mu Yiran stared at the string of numbers with a sullen face, and finally added him when he thought he was quite reluctant.
This person's head has one eye. Ke Xun's own eyes are black and white, with a smile. The corners of the eyes and the ends of the eyes have obvious curvatures. If you look carefully, there seems to be something in the pupil. Small print: what to look at.
Mu Yiran: "..."
The man's nickname is Corgi.
Mu Yiran: "..."
The news of "Corgi" came quickly: Mooney male god! mwah!
Mooney: Address.
Corgi :))) 8"
Mooney :))) 1"
Corgi :))) 10"
Mooney :))) 4"
Corgi: Okay, I will send you our special products back here.
Mooney: I'm down.
Corgi: Lord, walk slowly, Lord, you come often [color/se]
The moment before Mu Yiran closed the dialog box, he found that Corgi's avatar had been replaced by a simple stick figure with black lines on a white background and crooked eyes.
Early the next morning, Wei Dong entered the room.
"Huh? I'm still waiting to catch the rape in bed, why are you alone?" Wei Dong lifted the quilt off Ke Xun's body, revealing a half-naked single dog.
Ke Xun pulled the quilt and wrapped himself again, closing his eyes: "Go away."
"Cuck, your uncle, cack, get up quickly." Wei Dong stretched his legs and kicked him.
Ke Xun sat up and rubbed his hair: "Why?"
Wei Dong was a little anxious: "What are you talking about, hurry up and think of a way, there are only 12 days left, do you really want to enter the painting again?"
Ke Xun yawned: "It's as if you have a way to stay out of the painting."
Wei Dong paused and sighed: "It's up to people, what if there is a way?"
Ke Xun raised his eyes and looked at him: "Mr. Mu and Doctor Qin can't do anything. Do you think we two scumbags can be better than them?"
Wei Dong tugged at his hair: "I don't want to accept my fate! I went back and saw my mother yesterday, and I rushed over. I can't bear to see my mother, even though she was slapped all over the place by her old man... I didn't dare to follow her. They talked about the painting, because they were afraid that the old couple thought their son was crazy. I didn't sleep for a long time last night, so I wrote a suicide note to them in my room. It said that my old tears came down, I didn't want to die. Ke'er! I still have a great life to enjoy! I don't have a girlfriend yet!"
Ke Xun lowered his head to put on his clothes, washed out of the bathroom, and entered the kitchen.
Wei Dong followed and watched Ke Xun boil milk, fry eggs and cut ham. He froze for a while, and muttered: "I just realized how beautiful the peaceful and ordinary days are when I look at these... The more I think about it, the more I feel unwilling. Why did you choose me..."
"I think everything has a cause," Ke Xun cut his head and cut bread, "but this cause may only be found in the painting. We have only been in one painting, and we don't know anything about other paintings, so we can't learn from it. Find connections or clues, so instead of complaining here, it’s better to be active and figure out how to safely cope with the next painting, and maybe we can find a breakthrough.”
"You're right," Wei Dong reluctantly cheered up, "but how do we deal with the next painting? We don't even know what the painting is about."
Ke Xun made two simple sandwiches, put them on a plate and handed one to Wei Dong, then sat down at the table: "Let's go to the owner of the pancake stall later, we have to go in together for the next painting, why don't we get together first? Think about it."
However, when the two came to the place where the owner of the pancake stall usually set up the stall, they didn't see anyone.
"That buddy's mental quality is not good, it is estimated that it will take a few days." Wei Dong said.
Ke Xun asked the owner of a nearby stall that also sold breakfast and snacks to find out the phone number of the owner of the pancake stall, and then dialed it.
No one answered.
"Who knows where his family lives?" Ke Xun asked.
The owner of egg filling and cake pointed in one direction: "He rents a house in Xingfu Community."
"Thank you." Ke Xun called Wei Dong and ran to Xingfu Community.
Entering the door, I asked the doorman which building the man who pushed the pancake cart lived in, and then found the door.
After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered. The two looked at each other and saw the neighbor open the door and poked his head out: "Don't knock, there is no one in his house."
Ke Xun: "Do you know where he went?"
Neighbor: "Let someone from the mental hospital take it away."
Wei Dong was surprised: "Mental hospital?"
Neighbor: "No, it's okay to be alone. If you say you're crazy, you'll be crazy. You're smashing things and hitting walls. You cry so much that your eyes are bleeding, and you almost push his wife off the balcony."
Ke Xun and Wei Dong looked at each other, and Ke Xun asked, "What about his wife?"
Neighbor: "I went to the mental hospital to go through the formalities. It is estimated that the old man will have to be hospitalized for a long time. I heard from the doctor that his condition is quite serious, and maybe he will never be able to come out again."
Going downstairs, Wei Dong's eyes were horrified: "Do you think this is a sequelae from the painting? We're not going to go crazy all of a sudden, right?"
Ke Xun took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and connected after three beeps: "Boss, the owner of the pancake stall is crazy, is there anything to say here?"
Wei Dong looked at him with round eyes.
Mu Yiran paused slightly and said, "This is the mandatory restriction rule of 'painting'. Once you tell others about what you have experienced in the painting, or the world in the painting, you will probably be caught by others. Be a lunatic, and 'paint' will turn you into a real lunatic, a psychopath, and make you lunatic to death."
Ke Xun also paused: "...Damn. This way of being harmonized is also quite smooth."
Mu Yiran said in a low voice, "So, whether you write a suicide note or make a will, don't mention the painting to outsiders, it's useless."
Wei Dong heard it next to him, and sighed, "This is really fucking hard to say."
"Is there anything else?" Mu Yiran asked.
Ke Xun glanced left and right and lowered his voice: "Boss, since you often hang out abroad, can you get a gun?"
Mu Yiran chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone, as if mocking and helpless: "It's useless, it will fail. I tried to bring it when I entered the second painting, but it didn't work at all after I entered it.
"It's not just guns, it's the same with other cold weapons. Qin Ci brought a sharp scalpel, and after entering it, not only did the tip become round, but the entire blade became five or six centimeters thick, no different from a piece of scrap iron.
"Not to mention that you have to go through security checks when you enter the art gallery, no matter if you wear it on your body or in your bag, you can't bring any illegal items inside.
"Even for everyday objects, the corresponding functions will be blocked in a targeted manner after entering the painting. For example, mobile phones are usually only reserved for the functions of time and lighting. Depending on the background of the painting, they may occasionally be reserved. under the photo or music playback function.
"As for what shape other things will turn into after being painted, you can try it out."
After hanging up the phone, Ke Xun pointed at Wei Dong and spread his hands: "That's no way, go back and practice the skills of Taoist Taoist Maoshan."
Wei Dong thought for a while: "Prohibited weapons can't be brought, so let's prepare some other things that can be used. For example, flashlights, tents, food, ropes and so on. What do you think?"
Ke Xun laughed: "Do you see what Mu Yiran and Dr. Qin brought when they painted a picture?"
Wei Dong was startled: "It doesn't seem like I brought anything."
Ke Xun: "According to my guess, first of all 'painting' will not let us starve to death, otherwise we don't need to create anything terrible to harm us, and we will be trapped in a room with no doors and no windows. If we give food, we can all die collectively, so why bother with those things? As for tents and other things, in the face of life and death, it is estimated that no one pays so much attention to it, and it is not too cumbersome to bring it, so, the master is to use No change should be changed, just don’t bring anything, and push hard.”
Weidong: "I'm not a master, I just want to have a good meal before I die, and I strongly request that I bring a few packets of chocolate beef jerky when I enter the painting next time."
When Twelve Days Guardung arrived with a backpack of food and Ke Xun in Hall 3 of the Changhe Art Museum, they found that bringing their own food was useless.
The process of entering the second painting is no different from the first painting. First, all the lights are turned off, and soon a light beam without a light source is lit up, which is shining on one of the paintings hanging in the exhibition hall.
Before being sucked into the painting, Ke Xun tried his best to open his eyes wide to see the picture clearly, but he could only see a blurry piece of colorful, and among the colorful, there was a pair of black and white detail Eyes, eyelids drooping, filled with a kind and joyful smile.
It took Ke Xun half a day to open his eyes, because it was too bright, and suddenly he went from the dark art museum exhibition hall to a particularly bright place.
What catches the eye is the blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains, grass, and blinding sunlight.
Just like a tourist destination.
Ke Xun was stunned for a moment. He was all prepared for the spooky and terrifying scene, but he unexpectedly changed his style of painting.
Turning to look at Wei Dong beside him, the two of them petrified the spot together.
"...what the hell..." Wei Dong looked at him dumbfounded.
The two of them were all in rags.
"So are we going to play beggars this time?" Wei Dong lowered his head and stretched out his clothes, which were either robes or skirts. "Why does this style look so much like the wizard Gandalf in gray?"
Ke Xun was pondering which era the clothes belonged to when he heard someone call not far away, "This way."
Looking at the sound, he saw that it was the doctor Qin Ci, who was also wearing similar clothes, sitting on a large rock. There were a few people standing beside him. In addition to Ma Zhenhua, who survived the previous painting, there were three or five strangers. Faces, all with a look of horror and confusion on their faces.
Ke Xun and Wei Dong walked over, first glanced at the newcomers, and saw two young girls, only eighteen or nineteen years old, one was thin and tall, the other was slightly fat and slightly shorter.
The tall one is a long-haired beauty. At this moment, her little face is pale, and there are tears in the corners of her eyes.
The slightly chubby one looked unremarkable and wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which made him sluggish.
The other few, a young man in his twenties or thirteenth year, were desperately tinkering with his mobile phone, and the rest looked like a family of three, a middle-aged couple in their forties with a child who looked like a junior high school student.
Ke Xun frowned, and a burst of anger rushed towards the top door.
And children.
And kids!
"Damn it!" Ke Xun couldn't hold back, kicked a stone and was so frightened that several newcomers shivered and looked at him nervously.