The light that lit up again after falling into darkness shines on a dull-toned painting. It is a rotting hand from a human being. It stretched out from the dry land, twisting and spreading out the bare bones. Five fingers, grabbed high towards the cloudy sky above.
Although it was only a hasty glance, everyone could still feel the boundless sense of despair revealed in the whole painting.
When the light disappeared, the first thing everyone felt was a heat wave blowing towards them. Not far in front of them was a group of single-family houses, scattered over a radius of more than ten miles. Behind the group of houses, there was a dense a very deep forest.
It should be a place full of fireworks and life, but in the eyes of everyone, it is a strange silence.
All the houses have closed doors and windows, and every part of the house is covered with dust, and the window glass is covered with dust, so that when you look in from the outside, the interior of the house is dark, like the entrances to hell.
The crowd observed in silence for a while, until Luo Meng shivered and murmured, "I feel like there might be something bad in this painting..."
"Has anyone seen the name and author of this painting?" Wu You also asked nervously.
However, the old members have already had a tacit understanding. Usually, the artist Wei Dong, Ke Xun with good eyes, and Zhu Haowen, who is rational and objective, are responsible for viewing the pictures. Shao Ling, who is engaged in text-related work, and Qin Ci, who is careful, are responsible for reading the annotations. The rest of Luo Yu can look wherever he sees, and Mu Yiran is in charge of the overall situation.
So after Wu You asked, Shao Ling and Qin Ci answered her separately:
"The name of the painting is "Restart"."
"Artist: Abel."
Wei Dong wondered: "Foreign paintings?"
"Could it not be that the painting incident also involves foreign countries?" Wu You was nervous, "If this is the case, when will our clues be found out, the global scope will be too large..."
Mu Yiran shook his head slightly: "I asked my people and my friends in the industry to keep an eye on the movements in some foreign art museums. So far, I haven't found any signs of related incidents. I don't know if this painting is from a foreign artist for the time being. , even if it is, it may only be because this painting is displayed in this art museum that it has the ability to expand a world inside the painting. In short, this is not important for the time being, we should not be distracted now, and the event of entering the painting The overall clues of the painting are put aside first, and the most important thing in front of us is to find a way to draw the painting first.”
"Yi Ran is right," Ke Xun said. "Restart means restart. Let's look for clues from the title of the painting and the screen."
Shao Ling looked at Mu Yiran: "Have you heard of this painting and its author?"
Mu Yiran succinctly spit out two words: "No."
"The title of the painting doesn't seem to be related to the picture," Zhu Haowen took over what Ke Xun had just said. "A rotten hand, struggling to reach the sky, seems to be desperately trying to survive."
"But if the hands are so rotten, they should already be dead..." Luo Meng shuddered.
Qin Ci said: "I also took a look at the picture. Indeed, only the dead can have that level of festering."
"And the hand is still sticking out from the ground," Wu You said, "It must be a dead person, shouldn't this be... a zombie?!"
After he finished speaking, he shivered with Luo Meng.
"You may be a bit too simplistic and rude to analyze the picture like this," Wei Dong said. "For painting, what you see does not mean what you get. Maybe the rotten hands are just a symbol and metaphor, although from the style of painting Look, it is indeed closer to the realism school, but I can’t be sure at a glance, maybe it’s the symbolism school.”
"Explain symbolism." Ke Xun said.
"It is to use symbols and allegories to create other worlds in fantasy, express one's own opinions, express one's own philosophy of life or comprehend the world," Wei Dongdao, "This school of painting emphasizes subjectivity and individuality. Personality, the design of the picture is suggestive and symbolic, and the expression is not necessarily what you see, which is different from realism, and expresses your own ideas and spiritual world through the pictures you imagine."
"So the rotten hand in this painting may just be a symbol and metaphor of the painter's concept. It's not necessarily such a hand, right?" Ke Xun asked.
Wei Dong nodded: "If this painting is of the symbolism genre, it is likely to be like this, but if it is of the realism genre, let's seek more blessings..."
"Then you say, this hand stretches out towards the sky, and the painting name is 'restart', will the restart button be in the sky?" Wu You tried to spread his thoughts.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the sky. The gray sky made it difficult to determine whether the current time was morning, afternoon or evening.
Ke Xun took out his mobile phone, and the time was displayed at 7:20 in the morning, which was not the same as when everyone entered the painting.
I also tried a few functions of the mobile phone, and found that the lighting and camera functions still work, while the communication and Internet functions have been abolished as always.
"So, should we go to that residential area to find clues first, or wait until everyone arrives?" Shao Ling asked everyone for their opinions.
"Let's talk about it when everyone arrives," Qin Ci said. "As usual, if the number of people is uneven, important clues will not be stimulated. Even if we look for it now, I'm afraid we won't find anything useful."
"Before everyone arrives, let's think about the meaning of this painting and the direction to search for clues." Ke Xun said as he took off his jacket, "It's only so hot at seven in the morning?"
"What season is in this painting? I feel a bit like summer." Wei Dong also began to take off his coat, which was the thickest, "I'm sweating inside."
"It should be summer." Ke Xun said, taking off both the outer down jacket and the inner sweater in one breath, leaving only the innermost T-shirt. This man has a lot of firepower, and when he is at home, he basically only wears a T-shirt and jumps back and forth.
"Our sports students are quite sensitive to temperature, the season in this painting should be midsummer," Ke Xun said, "We are now suddenly entering midsummer from midwinter, and the body temperature has not been adjusted yet, and it will only get hotter in a while. "
"It's very strange," Zhu Haowen said while unzipping his jacket, "although we can clearly feel the season and climate at that time in "Reverse Journey", the temperature of this painting is extraordinarily present, more than my own. Any painting you have entered is real. Have you had a similar situation with the paintings you have entered before?" asked Mu Yiran.
"No." Mu Yi pondered, "This may be a hint related to a clue, temperature or climate, perhaps a reference element for 'painting' to set a level, or for us to decipher a level."
"This kind of weather is a bit like the smoggy days in City B in summer," Zhu Haowen looked up at the chaotic sky, "It's hot and stuffy, and the air isn't very good."
"I feel that this is also a limited type of painting," Qin Ci looked around, "except for this residential area and the forest behind, the other directions are endless wilderness, obviously the signature will not be there. In these directions, I'm afraid we need to go inside the house to search."
Everyone looked at the dilapidated houses with windows like black caves, and an ominous premonition rose in their hearts.
"Brother, I don't want to go into those houses..." Luo Meng said to Ke Xun with a bitter face.
"It will be more dangerous outside at night." Ke Xun patted his head lightly, "If you're really afraid, follow me closely."
"Looking for brother, please bring me." Wu You also grimaced.
"Take it." Ke Xun said.
Just as he was talking, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up behind him, and the person standing facing the white light hurriedly raised his arm to block his eyes. When the white light disappeared, everyone heard a startled cry: "Fuck! What the hell?!"
Putting down his arms and looking over, he saw two young men who were "teleported" in. They were very handsome and dressed in fashion. The world outside was in the middle of winter, but both of them were wearing very thin clothes, and one of them even showed bare ankles.
Apparently, she is the kind of beauty-loving person who only needs demeanor and not temperature.
The two looked at the people in front of them in astonishment, and kept looking at the surrounding environment with a dumbfounded expression. The people were very tacit and silent, waiting for them to finish digesting and then routinely throwing questions three times, Qin Ci even secretly After clearing his throat, he was ready to start explaining.
"This... is the world in the painting?" one of the two asked hesitantly.
Everyone: "… "
Qin Ci: "Yes."
"You were also sucked into the painting?" the man asked again.
Qin Ci: "...Yes."
The man: "Then... how do we get out of here?"
Qin Ci: "Find the artist's signature."
The man: "Oh... Then, can a few brothers take us? We are newbies and don't understand anything, thank you!"
Everyone: "… "
Qin Ci: "...Okay, no problem."
The man: "Thank you, thank you! What, my name is Xiao Kai, this is me... This is my friend, Tian Yang."
Everyone: "… "
Qin Ci: "...Cough, okay, let me introduce, this is Fang Fei, this is Wu You, He Tang, Shao Ling, Mu Yiran, Zhu Haowen, Luo Meng, Wei Dong..."
Ke Xun stood the furthest. When Qin Ci turned to look for him, he saw a strange expression on his face. He took a step, then took the initiative to raise his hand and gesture at one of the two newcomers. With a strange look and a strange tone, he said, "Hi, long time no see."
Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this, but Wei Dong's expression was as complicated as Ke Xun's, and he said, "I really didn't expect to meet here again."
The man opposite Xiao Kai was also confused. Following Ke Xun's gaze, he turned to look at his companion standing beside him: "Tian Yang, are you an acquaintance?"
The face of the young man named Tian Yang had changed a long time ago. First, he was shocked, then complicated, and finally slightly embarrassed. He nodded and said, "Long time no see, Ke Xun."
"What about me?" Wei Dong raised his voice.
Tian Yang pursed his lips awkwardly and added, "Wei Dong, you are here too."
"Well." Wei Dong snorted casually.
"What's the situation, bro," Luo Meng quietly pulled his sleeve, "Have you ever had a grudge before?"
"It's none of your child's business." Wei Dong said nothing.
"This is Qin Ci, Doctor Qin." Ke Xun took Qin Ci's interruption and said to Xiao Kai and Tian Yang, "Now I have to wait for one more person, and I will tell you in detail how this happened when everyone is ready. thing."
"Oh, good." Xiao Kai nodded quickly, while Tian Yang was silent beside him with his eyelids down.
The atmosphere seemed to be a little stagnant due to the embarrassment between the three, and everyone didn't say anything, and Ke Xun and Wei Dong didn't look at Tian Yang again, but looked into the distance.