Mu Yiran, Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Qin Ci did not object to the glasses girl's words.
Qin Ci nodded slightly at the glasses girl, his voice was warm and calm: "Yes, but I still have to say some things up front. Even those of us who have been in painting before, can't guarantee that we can live to this day. Too late. I hope you know that the power in this painting is not something we can fight against with courage. More often, it depends on luck to survive. The role of the few of us, at best, is to tell us our previous experience. You, wanting us to protect you, this is probably difficult for a strong man."
The glasses girl trembled and said: "Even so, thank you!"
Qin Ci looked at the new people: "So who do you want to follow?"
Ma Zhenhua interrupted and exclaimed: "I—even if I'm not a newcomer! I don't know anything, I don't know anything, I still have a child at home, I don't want to die, I want to follow him—" He pointed at Mu Yiran while shouting. .
"Why are you so selfish!" The young man in the newlyweds gave up, shouting and grabbing Ma Zhenhua's front, "My family still has parents! Who wants to die?! Selfish like you No one's going to end well, you know!"
Wei Dong also disliked Ma Zhenhua. When he left the last painting, what he did to Zhang Maolin, the owner of a private company, Ke Xun told him later, so he added: "It has been decided to bring the old and the new. Comrade Lao Ma, you should still obey the majority."
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the long-haired beauty: "Sister, who do you want to be with? I have also been in the painting, and I have escaped death several times."
Ke Xun: "..."
The long-haired beauty swept her eyes back and forth a few times on everyone's faces in confusion and helplessness, and pointed at Mu Yiran: "I, I choose him."
Ke Xun: "..."
Wei Dong: "… "
Qin Ci asked the glasses girl next to her, "How about you?"
The glasses girl's gaze also swept a few circles on everyone's faces, and pointed at Ke Xun: "I want to choose him."
Weidong: "..." Is this a fucking choice for a sense of security or a boyfriend!
Ke Xun looked at the glasses girl: "Let's get to know you first, my name is Ke Xun, and this is my buddy next to me. What about you girl?"
The glasses girl replied, "My name is Shaliu, and she and I are classmates." She pointed at the long-haired beauty.
Ke Xun glanced at the long-haired beauty: "Oh, so her name is Haloxylon?"
Everyone: "… "
The long-haired beauty said with a white face and annoyed: "My name is Ziling!"
Ke Xun put his hands in his arms and tilted his head towards Mu Yi: "Zi Ling? That's a pity, his name is not Fei Yunfan."
Everyone: "… "
Qin Ci asked the remaining people, "How do you choose?"
Zhou Bin frowned: "You are all male, so I can't let my girlfriend live in a tent with you."
The young man just said: "Then you two should have a tent by yourself, anyway, these few experienced people are not enough."
"Why, it's not fair," Zhou Bin said, "Aren't we very dangerous!"
"Follow the power in a hurry," Qin Ci said, "if you are worried, you can only have a tent for the two of you."
Zhou Bin thought for a while, pointed to Qin Ci, and said to his girlfriend, "You share a tent with him." Then he pointed to Wei Dong, "I share a tent with you."
The young man shouted, "Why do you choose whoever you want, I don't want to share a tent with this person!" He pointed at Ma Zhenhua.
The remaining family of three was silent and anxious.
A group of people became a mess.
Wei Dong quietly grabbed Ke Xun here: "You acted like a jealous little bitch just now."
"Less nonsense, more arrogance," Ke Xun said. "People don't even glance at you. Don't tell others that you were raised by me when you go out in the future."
"It's like the big boss Mu loves to glance at you." Wei Dong said.
The two are talking here, and there has been a result over there.
In view of Ma Zhenhua's strong belief that even those who have entered the painting are not necessarily better at adapting and adapting than newcomers, and since no one wants to be the one who can only be left out with one tent and one person, and since that young man— Tan Zheng said that if one old brings a new one, the only people left out can be newcomers, which is not fair to the newcomers. Therefore, for the sake of fairness, everyone decided to draw lots and form groups regardless of the old and the new.
The glasses girl took a pen and paper and made two sets of lottery numbers from 1 to 6. The people who got the same number in the lottery shared a tent, and the people who got the lottery number 0 shared a tent by themselves.
After the paper sign was folded, Ke Xun didn't rush to take it. Seeing Mu Yiran finished taking it and unfolded it, he leaned over to look at the number on him. When he saw it was 3, he turned back and carefully stared at the remaining folded paper sign. After a few glances, he intuitively took one, unfolded it, looked up, and looked up at Mu Yiran with regret.
Mu Yi Ran glanced at him, but did not speak. After everyone drew the paper labels, they showed them together, and saw Ke Xun's paper - a 3 was written all of a sudden.
Mu Yiran: "..."
Ke Xun smiled at him, the corners and ends of his eyes curved clearly, Mu Yi suddenly remembered the eyes on his previous V letter avatar.
That eye came from a photo taken by Ke Xun in middle school. Mu Yiran had seen this photo in the closet of his house. Out of professional habit, he always observed art works or pictures carefully and had a very good memory. it is good.
I remember the teenager in the photo, wearing a sky blue and white school uniform, with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, trouser legs rolled up, revealing a slender calf, wearing white sneakers on his feet, full of infinite youthful vigor, in the ginkgo biloba leaves. In the diffuse autumn light, he jumped high, his hair was flying, his smile was bright, and his neat white teeth were exposed.
The eyes on the smiling face are just like this.
Eyelids as thin as the sun, slender and clear eyeliner, clean and simple shapes, clear boundaries between black and white, clear and pure eyes.
This person's eyes have not changed since he was a teenager.
Mu Yiran looked away and heard someone whimper, followed by an angry curse.
It was Tan Zheng. He drew a note with number 0 written on it.
"I don't want to die—please—brother Mu, I want to share a tent with you—" Ma Zhenhua was also dissatisfied with the companion he had drawn, so he rushed over and knelt down in front of Mu Yiran, tugging at his robe. , "Please, please come with me, I don't want to die, I have children at home—"
Everyone watched him act like this, but no one made a sound.
Mu Yiran was condescending, looked down at Ma Zhenhua, who was crying with snot and tears, and said lightly: "Ma Zhenhua, no one wants to die. Sorry to say, out of consideration for your own safety, your family background, I asked someone to ask.
"You did get married and did have a child, it's just that when you divorced, the court awarded your child to your ex-wife, so in fact, you haven't raised your child since the divorce. The child, not only did not pay child support, but even refused to see the child.
"The old people above you also passed away five years ago. You have been living alone for several years and have an improper relationship with a married female colleague in the unit."
Ma Zhenhua was stunned on the spot.
Mu Yiran got out of his tugging, and finally said to him lightly: "In the world in the painting, if you want to live to the end, it depends more on luck, I wish you good luck."
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the tent not far away.
Everyone also walked towards the tent in groups, and no one paid any attention to Ma Zhenhua who was paralyzed on the ground.
Wei Dong selected Zhou Bin's girlfriend named Zhao Dan, which made him feel a little embarrassed, so he whispered to Ke Xun, "I think even if I survive tonight, I will have to be tricked by Zhou Bin tomorrow. die."
"Then why don't you exchange with him." Ke Xun said.
Zhou Bin drew the glasses girl Shaliu.
"Forget it, if he doesn't mention it, I won't have much to do," Wei Dong said. "If I change it, everyone will change it, and everyone wants to sleep with Mr. Mu."
Ke Xun: "Please pay attention to the words you use."
Wei Dong glanced at Mu Yiran, who was walking in front, and then looked at Ke Xun: "Tell me, what did you do, how did you manage to be in a group with others?"
Ke Xun: "Didn't I tell you long ago, my intuition is always accurate, and I drew the signature based on my intuition."
Wei Dong: "Fuck, why didn't you buy lottery tickets if you knew you were so accurate?!"
Ke Xun: "I'm not short of money. Intuitively, I think it's the same as luck. If you use it too much and too often, it's easy to overdraft. You still have to use it sparingly, lest it run out at a critical time."
Weidong: "Okay, I'll be too lazy to care about you after hearing your first sentence, see you in debt."
Ke Xun: "Be careful at night. If you really can't do it, cover your head and hide it in a place where it's not easy to be seen by those things."
Weidong: "I see, although I think this time and last time may not be the same way of dying..."
Ke Xun: "Dongzi."
Wei Dong: "Well."
Ke Xun: "See you tomorrow."
Wei Dong: "Okay, try to see you tomorrow."
Watching Wei Dong enter one of the tents, Ke Xun walked towards the tent Mu Yiran entered. The distance between these tents is not too close, and the farthest one is even a hundred meters away.
When I opened the tents and walked in, I saw that these tents were really small, barely able to lay down two people side by side, and the ground was covered with worn felt blankets, and there was nothing else.
Mu Yiran sat cross-legged on the felt blanket, drooping his eyelids as if thinking.
Ke Xun sat down opposite him, without disturbing him, just put his elbows on his knees and looked at him with his cheeks raised.
After looking at it for a long time, Mu Yiran finally raised his eyelids and gave him a cold look.
Ke Xun asked him calmly: "This time there are no banners with words on it, what kind of death do you think we will encounter?"
Mu Yiran's eyes drooped slightly, and his tone was cold: "No rules are more terrifying than rules."
Ke Xun nodded: "That's right, I think we all wear similar clothes, at least from the outside, there shouldn't be any difference. Does this mean that the goal and method of death this time are very different? Possibly random?"
"It's too early to judge." Mu Yiran said, "This time is not like the last time, we don't have any clues at hand."
Ke Xun asked, "What is this painting about? I tried so hard to see clearly before entering the painting, but I couldn't see anything clearly, and I didn't have time to see the name of the painting and the name of the author."
Mu Yiran's eyes swept to the top of the tent, and saw the colorful and intricate patterns painted on it, but it seemed to be old, faded and dirty, and it was impossible to identify the pattern of the painting: "The name of this painting is "" Faith", the artist's name is Qiu Jian, a religious art painter."
"What kind of sect does he belong to?" Ke Xun asked.
"He studied various sects and had a strong interest and enthusiasm for religious art," Mu Yiran said. "In the years before his death, he was madly infatuated with a sect's culture and became the devout of the sect. Believer, in the years since then until his death, all his works are the content that reflects the cultural characteristics of the sect. This painting we are in is one of them, and it is also the last work he made before his death. ."
Ke Xun looked at the robe he was wearing and had some guesses, but he still asked, "What is this sect?"