"..." The boss answered the phone and relayed Ke Xun's question, the other side talked for a long time, the boss listened patiently for a while, and finally when the other side finished speaking, the boss relayed it to Ke Xun, "My grandfather said that when he was a child, he was in the suburbs of this city. The large area is a county town. There is a road just outside my house, and across the road is a row of shops, selling cloth, food, furniture, books, and…”
"Selling books!" Ke Xun's eyes flashed, "Boss, quickly ask, is that a study that sells books? Does it sell paintings?"
While looking at Ke Xun with strange eyes, the boss relayed the question to the microphone again, and then said, "Yes, my grandfather said that the bookstore is the study, and it sells books and paintings, and also sells antiques... "
Ke Xun couldn't wait to repeat it like this, took the phone in the boss's hand and said "hello": "Grandpa, tell me what the study looks like? Do you know what the boss of the study is called?"
The grandfather on the opposite side obviously didn't hear that this grandson was not his grandson, he coughed and said, "It's a fat man, his surname is Li, I forgot what it was called... That study is two stories high, selling books at the bottom and paintings at the top. It hangs on three walls, and some paintings are only for viewing and not for sale. They say who is the real work, and we don't understand that... The owner of the study is a rich man, but unfortunately he went crazy after not knowing why, and ran to the road. The horse-drawn carriage hit him, and the horse's hoof fell and stepped on his neck. The 'kacha' guy lost his anger on the spot..."
After Ke Xun touched the back of his neck and took Luo Meng out of the cafe, he called Zhu Haowen and Weidong respectively, briefly explained the results of the investigation, and sent it to the group again on the way back.
After returning to the hotel, Wei Dong and Fang Fei had not yet returned, and Zhu Haowen said: "So you think, from this incident, all the art museums we have been to may have been in the same way in another way a hundred years ago. A place exists and compels that group of painters to keep coming in and out like us?"
Ke Xun nodded: "I think so, but to be more rigorous, we'd better go to the cities where the other art museums are located to investigate."
"I don't think it's easy," Zhu Haowen said. "After all, it was nearly a hundred years ago. We have experienced wars and catastrophe in the middle. It may not happen that there are elderly people everywhere who can provide us with memories of the past. ."
Ke Xun looked at the snowflakes that started to rise again outside the window, and his voice was a little low: "Speaking of which, even if it is confirmed that the predecessors of every art museum are also painted, so what if those people are really the last batch of paintings. Even if someone passes the customs, they are long gone, and we have no way to get more clues, and what we can get may only be more sadness and despair."
Zhu Haowen and Luo Meng remained silent until the V-mail alert sounded almost simultaneously on their mobile phones.
Mooney: We need to try to find out if other museums are in the same situation.
Corgi: [hold back, kiss me! .jpg]
Zhu Haowen holding the phone: "..." Was your low mood just now my illusion
Luo Meng holding the phone: "..." The speed of my brother's blood-filled resurrection made me realize what speed and love are.
Mooney: When are you going to leave City C
Keji: We plan to stay for another day and see if we can find another person who will show the bones of Wu You Tai's grandma.
Mooney: Good.
ZHW: Why check other museums
Mooney: If other art museums are in the same situation, it means that the location of these art museums may have a direct relationship with the event of entering the painting.
Corgi: Makes sense! Then let's keep checking!
ZHW: I'm afraid time won't allow it. These art galleries are scattered all over the country, and we will start painting again soon.
Mooney: We split up and each chose the museum closest to their city.
ZHW: It’s not that easy to find out. This time, it happened that the coffee shop owner’s ancestors lived nearby. It’s unlikely that other art museums will have such a coincidence.
Mooney: Go to the city archives to check the information.
The little radish pulls the white rabbit: Brother-in-law, I'm afraid it won't work. Today, my brother and I were bombarded without even going into the office of the art museum. When people see my brother's face, they should be regarded as a hooligan to collect protection fees. Woolen cloth.
Corgi: [I slap your face with my foot.gif]
Corgi: However, we may not really be able to enter a place like the Archives Bureau...
Mooney: I'll find someone to open a letter of introduction for you.
Corgi: [Male god, please up me.jpg]
The little radish pulls the white rabbit: [Male god, do you want to take a concubine? .jpg]
Corgi: …
After leaving the group chat, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran chatted a few more privately, and when he looked out the window, he found that it was already dark, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Why haven't Dongzi and Fang Fei come back? When I came out to contact them, they said they were already going back."
Luo Meng, who was fiddling with his mobile phone, said, "East brother said that they might come back later. The road conditions were not good on snowy days, and they blocked the road again."
"Then let's eat when they come back." Ke Xun said.
The three of them had nothing to do for a while, and each lived in a corner to tinker with the things they had on hand. Ke Xun and Luo Xun were leaning against the bedside to scan their mobile phones, while Zhu Haowen sat on the other bed and used a laptop to surf the Internet.
They were tinkering with their own affairs when suddenly Luo Xun spit out a "pop", Ke Xun turned to look at him, Luo Xun showed him his mobile phone screen: "Brother Dong and Sister Fei are on the local news. "
Ke Xun took a closer look and saw that it was the official Weibo of a local news organization. (The picture may cause discomfort, please click carefully)
Below are a few news pictures, all of which are photos of the car accident scene. Although the "uncomfortable" scene has been processed by mosaics, it is still possible to see how tragic the death of the deceased in the car accident was from the place where the horse was not occupied.
And just a few steps away from the deceased, Wei Dong and Fang Fei were standing there calmly watching, holding their pockets in one hand and holding the candied haws in the other.
The accident happened at a crossroad. The two of them looked like they were about to cross the sidewalk. The car accident happened at this moment, and the deceased was directly rolled in front of the two of them. This photo should have been taken immediately after the accident. , the passers-by around are maintaining a state of fright and screaming, and the calm first reaction on the faces of these two people is particularly eye-catching.
"..." Ke Xun clicked on the comment below this Weibo, and saw that netizens, in addition to sighing and regretting, were commenting on the calm performance of Wei Dong and Fang Fei under the topic of #the most calm couple in history#.
When Wei Dong and Fang Fei finally returned to the hotel, #the most calm couple in history# had already rushed to the hot search...
"The driver who caused the accident was paralyzed and couldn't move in the cab." Wei Dong didn't know anything about the fact that he had become a hot search character, and came back to tell Ke Xun and the three about his and Fang Fei's experiences today , "Fang Fei and I helped call the police, and checked the phone number of his family from the deceased's mobile phone. We didn't leave until the police and his family arrived, and the road was blocked for a long time, which made me hungry... Are you going to dinner?"
"Isn't the sugar gourd full?" Ke Xun asked.
"Nonsense, can sugar gourd be eaten as a meal," Wei Dong rolled his eyes, "Hey? How did you know I was eating sugar gourd?"
"Not only I know, but also more than 30 million netizens across the country." Ke Xun said.
The topic of #the most calm couple in history# has more than 30 million hits.
"Huh?" Wei Dong looked bewildered, and Luo Meng showed his mobile phone to him and Fang Fei.
Wei Dong: "… "
Fang Fei: "..."
Luo Yu: "Brother Dong, look down, some girls say they think you are cool and stylish."
Wei Dong: "... write down her ID, and I'll pay attention to it when I look back."
Luo Yan: "..."
A small episode did not cause too much disturbance in the team of the participants. After everyone went out to eat dinner, they went back to the hotel. After washing up, Ke Xun got into the quilt and brushed the phone. Since Mu Yi turned off the phone, he was nowhere to be seen. Can chat, soon fell asleep.
Wei Dong teamed up with Luo Xun in another room on the bed next to him to open the darkness. Seeing that Ke Xun was asleep, he turned off the light and got up and went to Luo Xun's room, for fear of disturbing him.
Ke Xun stumbled to hear someone coming back from outside before he actually fell asleep, until he woke up early in the morning by a knock on the door, neither light nor heavy.
Ke Xun went to open the door, shirtless, half asleep, only to see Mu Yiran standing outside the door, with a blizzard and a suitcase in his hand.
Ke Xun was stunned for a moment, then he dragged the person into the door and threw his arms towards him: "Why did you come here? Didn't you stay abroad yesterday? No wonder it was turned off last night... What are you doing here, don't worry about me? Are you really tired? Are you hungry? Let's eat something first and then you come back to sleep!"
Mu Yiran pulled him out of his arms: "I just got snow, go and put on my clothes."
Ke Xun walked back with a smile. He was about to talk to Mu Yiran while putting on his clothes, but he saw his gaze fell on the face of the person who was sitting up on the bed next to him, and then he froze slightly.
Ke Xun followed his gaze, but saw that the bed was not Wei Dong, but Zhu Haowen.
"... Why are you here, Hao Wen'er?" Ke Xun felt his heart tighten for a while.
Zhu Haowen was expressionless: "Wei Dong and Luo Meng want to play games together, let me come to sleep." The two bastards dug him out of the bed and drove him out the door.
"..." Ke Xunxin said that Dongzi radish, these two pitiful goods, this time, he was pitted against Laozi.
- Of course, this little episode "seems" did not affect the itinerary of the entrants' team. After breakfast, they sat with Wu You, who came over, and re-arranged the follow-up tasks.
Wu You is a local, and is in charge of asking Grandma Tai for help to find out if there is anyone who can read bones.
The rest of the people left City C and went to the city where the art museum was closest to the city where they lived.
After returning to his home in Z City with Mu Yiran, Ke Xun didn't go out for three days. When he was shaking from the bed with his waist down, Mu Yiran had already gone out and came back from outside.
"As of today, it has been confirmed that the predecessors of three art museums have operated a business related to painting," Mu Yiran said while taking off his coat, and glanced at his dog, who was staggering in front of him, "I I don’t think there is any need to check it later. Nine times out of ten, all art museums are the same, which further proves that the site selection of these art museums is closely related to the event itself.”
"Do you think this has something to do with Feng Shui?" Ke Xun slumped into the sofa weakly, took a few sips of the hot tea that Mu Yiran handed to his hand, "How about we find someone who will show people the Yin-Yang House? Can someone from Feng Shui help you take a look?"
Mu Yiran sat beside him, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and said, "We are not sure if doing this will involve innocent people in this matter, or will we violate the rules of painting and be punished When it comes to backlash, even if we don't reveal anything about the painting to others, we can't guarantee that when he sees the mystery from the perspective of Feng Shui, there will be a chain reaction."
"Then what should I do," Ke Xun continued weakly, "My butt hurts, and I refuse to think about it now."
Mu Yiran took the coordinate maps of all the art galleries on the tablet computer, pondered for a long time, and said, "I have an idea."
"We have now confirmed that there are at least three or four art galleries located here. Nearly a hundred years ago, art-related businesses were built here," Mu Yiran said. "It can be inferred from this that other art galleries At the same time period nearly a hundred years ago, there should have been camps related to paintings like these families.
"From such a coincidence, it can be inferred that nearly a hundred years ago, it was very likely that a group of people like us were controlled and forced by some force to move around in these places, constantly drawing and painting.
"Then the question now is whether this group of people have successfully escaped from the incident of entering the painting, which is impossible to verify, and we don't have to worry about it anymore.
"And the second question is, has the event of entering the painting continued since this group of people, or is there a blank period in the middle? How many groups of people are between us and this group of people
"If this thing continues, then a few months before us, there should be a group of people who have entered these art galleries, so we need to get all the art galleries half a year or even a year ago. All surveillance, compare all people entering and leaving the museum during this period to see if they have the same faces.
"And if no one else was involved in the painting incident between the group of people and us a hundred years ago, we have to consider why this incident was suspended during this period? How did it happen? Who did it? Found it. method, may be able to save us from this event.
"But we also need to consider another possibility, that is, the event of entering the painting cannot be stopped, and only when a group of people completely die, this event will be temporarily suspended - this should be the worst possibility, But I don't think there is a way out. This involves another most critical issue:
"How did the painting incident come about
"Everything has an origin, and the event of entering a painting cannot be born out of thin air. It must have a source. Maybe if we find this source, we can find a way to decipher it."