Paintings of Terror

Chapter 84: Shadow 07 ┃ clock

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"When did the clock upstairs turn into a blue pattern?" Mu Yiran quickly caught Miao Zipei's words and asked immediately.

"I can't tell the exact time." Miao Zipei's eyes subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall, "When I walked out of the room this morning, I looked at the time in the hall, 6:55, when the clock face was still bright orange, later Everyone found out that something had happened in the red bedroom, and they entered the room together to see He Yu... After everyone came out of the room, they were not in a good mood. When I got to the lobby on the first floor, I looked up at the clock, and suddenly found that the color had changed to cyan. It was about half past seven by then."

"The clock thing must have something to do with the whole incident." Mi Wei looked at Miao Zipei and complained that the other party didn't tell the story earlier.

Miao Zipei: "Everyone was discussing other things at the time, and I didn't have a chance to say..."

This art major boy is a little slow, but his observation ability is much stronger than ordinary people.

Everyone was silent for a while, all slowly digesting this matter.

Shi Zhendong peeled a banana for his girlfriend and ate a green apple himself, avoiding those bright red fruits as much as possible.

"How's our workload in the morning?" Qin Ci asked everyone.

Ye Ningchen in the purple room was the first to say, "I finished almost a jar."

Guo Lixia in the blue room also reported her own amount: "I almost made almost two jars."

Miao Zipei from the yellow room said, "I made a jar and a half."

Shi Zhendong in the green room smiled embarrassedly: "I also made half a can."

Qin Ci re-arranged according to the volume of each room: "The current workload is not very optimistic, because we can't predict what emergencies will happen in the afternoon. I suggest that everyone work together before lunch, and strive to complete more than half of it."

Guo Lixia, who has completed the most tasks, has the most say at this time: "Our team leader should go to the autograph, and Beibei and I will do it."

Xin Beibei looked at Guo Lixia: "Sister Guo, you don't mean to take it upon yourself..."

Shi Zhendong hurriedly pushed his girlfriend without letting her finish her sentence.

Guo Lixia said while eating the grapes: "Some people have to be able to help, and there is nothing new to discover, so I know that Baer is screaming."

Xin Beibei wanted to say something, but she heard Shi Zhendong say: "Beibei, just stay and work, it's just over an hour before lunch time, we might as well hurry up and try to complete the task in the morning, and then we will be able to do it in the afternoon. Find something together."

Everyone had no objection. After eating the fruit and washing their hands, they went back to their respective rooms to continue working.

Mu Yiran didn't go back to the room immediately, but stood under the clock to observe carefully, and Ke Xun walked slowly to his side: "What did you see last night?"

Mu Yiran hugged his arms: "Zhang Tianwei was probably dragged away from the window. The window lattice has a special moon-shaped pattern that belongs to him."

It seems that what Mu Yiran saw last night was similar to what Ke Xun saw last night. The red room was located in the middle of the five rooms. Zhang Tianwei was dragged away from right to left, that is to say, he passed the blue and purple rooms on the left side of the red room. , the other two rooms should not be noticed.

"Did you also see that large black patch?" Ke Xun told the most terrifying "nightmare" last night.

Mu Yi nodded his head: "It should be the piece of black that took Zhang Tianwei away."

"The world itself is very strange. Even in the daytime, there is always a sense of a different dimension. At night, it becomes even more obvious. It is simply a world of silhouettes, including myself." Ke Xun wanted to give himself enough reason to go Confidence - Zhang Tianwei was dragged along the window in a weightless plane state.

Mu Yiran's eyes seemed to know everything: "Zhang Tianwei was not without weight last night, the pattern that belonged to him was a little shaky, far less easy than the trajectory of the shadow."

"Dark shadow?" Ke Xun grasped these two keywords, and someone finally broke the word. "If the black is a shadow, then deduct the theme of this painting - "Shadow"."

"If it's a shadow, I'm afraid it will be difficult to drag the entity, even opening a window is probably difficult to do." Mu Yiran put forward his own analysis bottleneck.

"Like Hao Wen'er said, things like opening windows can be done through 'people', but when it comes to flying over the eaves and walls and dragging the entity, I'm afraid even living people can't help." Ke Xun felt that the strangeness of this world brought some kind of subversion. Sex, especially the fact that it can change the dimensional state of people, makes people feel that their power is less than that of ants.

"I'm not sure how many shadows there were last night." Mu Yi Ran subconsciously looked at the shadows of himself and Ke Xun, it was still dark purple with lime green borders, "No matter how powerful the power behind the painting is, But all the people and things here have to follow the rules in the painting, including the shadows."

Indeed, the boss in the painting must strictly follow the rules of death to kill, otherwise the game will not be able to go on.

Ke Xun looked up at the clock covered in cyan patterns: "I don't know much about these colors, but I think the clocks on our two floors and the clocks in the circular building are not the same system, and represent different meaning."

The clocks in the rotunda have no patterns, and are completely red as the base color, as red as the red liquid flowing out of the room.

That clock gave the impression of being very unlucky, as if the color of the clock face was specially set up for the dead.

At present, the clocks in this room are showing colors that do not match the colors of any room—orange and cyan. I don’t know what these represent.

Ke Xun originally thought that this Fauvist painting would show a bold and decisive style, but who would have known it would have such a meticulous logic. In fact, it is not difficult to get out of the painting, as long as these puzzles are solved and the events are straightened out. Logically, you can successfully find the artist's signature.

"It's almost 11 o'clock, let's go to work." Ke Xun went to the bathroom before returning to the blue room. The bathroom is on the other side of the hall. harmless.

Mu Yiran seemed to be still thinking about something. Ke Xun didn't have the habit of calling his partner and boyfriend to go to the toilet together, so he went in alone.

When Ke Xun came out, he found that Mu Yi was staring at the door of the blue room with an extremely unnatural expression.

"Yan Ran?" Ke Xun stepped forward and patted the other person's shoulder, "Yan Ran."

Only then did Mu Yiran seem to have recovered, and looked at Ke Xun with slightly scattered eyes: "Ke Xun, there was a problem just now."

"What did you see?" Ke Xun can't wait to give the other party a heart-warming gesture of "don't be afraid to hug"...

"Now that I think about it, what I saw just now may have been an illusion," Mu Yiran's eyes looked at the blue door again. At this time, the door had returned to normal. "That door may be calling me in."

"What do you mean? Is my door flirting for me..."

Mu Yiran directly ignored Ke Xun's casual hookup and stood up to return to his purple room.

"Ran Ran Ran," Ke Xun said, thinking that the name was particularly flammable, explosive, and easy to ignite hormones, "Just now, what happened?"

Mu Yiran opened the purple door and looked in, with a more determined expression: "What I saw just now was that Wei Dong walked out of our room and walked directly into the blue room. There were a lot of buddies gathered in the room."

"Fuck, but don't scare me."

"I was the only one in the hall at the time, and you broke this illusion when you appeared." Mu Yiran's brows were still slightly frowned.

"This hallucination is quite terrifying," Ke Xun looked around the bright and harmless-looking hall. "In the hallucination just now, were you able to fight against it? Or do you still have your own judgment?"

"The consciousness was awake, and I thought the phenomenon was strange at the time, so I didn't act lightly."

"That is to say, if you change to another person, it is very likely that you will be summoned in by a door of another color." As soon as Ke Xun finished saying this, he suddenly heard a chuckle in the hall.

This chuckle came so unexpectedly, it was instantly creepy. - After careful analysis, the laughter clearly came from the NPC with the sweet voice.

Accompanied by the chuckle, it was the familiar sound of music, and the sweet voice of the NPC sounded: "Let's play a piece of music for everyone, I hope everyone can enjoy working with beautiful music."

Ke Xun and Mu Yi looked at each other silently, feeling that even in the daytime, everyone's every move could not escape the eyes hidden in the castle.

So, the two walked into the door of their own color respectively and went to enjoy the beautiful work.

The two women in the blue room are almost finishing their entire workload. Of course, the main labor force is Guo Lixia, while Xin Beibei is just clumsily helping.

"Sister Guo, take a break, I'll do the rest." Ke Xun sat down on the small stool and carefully put the processed blue berries into the bottle.

Guo Lixia was also a little tired, and sat down on the back chair next to her: "This work is far worse than when we were in the garment factory. Back then, we really did nothing day or night."

Ke Xun was just immersed in his work, and he didn't want to know too much about the personal and family situations of these members. The more he knew, the greater the psychological burden. After all, most of the people here want to "stay".

Some of the members who become the people in the painting are just passersby to themselves, while others have become an indelible mark on their lives.

"In order to buy a branded computer for my son, I added a month's extra shift, that is, because of my youth, or I would have been tired and hospitalized early!" Guo Lixia rubbed her waist and talked about the past.

Ke Xun couldn't help but answer: "Sister Guo's son, should he go to college now?"

Guo Lixia lowered her eyes, so that people couldn't see her expression: "I went to college, and abroad, his father went abroad and took his son three years ago. In fact, my son is willing to follow me," Guo Lixia beat her waist. He paused for a while, "We don't have much ability, so we can't delay the child's future."

The topic was a bit heavy, and Ke Xun smiled: "When your son returns to the country, Sister Guo will be happy."

Guo Lixia smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Xin Beibei stood up to wash her hands and changed the subject: "Team leader, did you know that Zhu Haowen before?"

"We went through three paintings together, what's wrong?"

"Is that guy gay?"

"What's wrong with GAY?" In Ke Xun's mind, this word has always existed in capital letters.

Xin Beibei rubbed the soap bubbles in her hands: "It's nothing, I just think this person is a sinister gay, or a dead house with a lot of bad intentions."

Ke Xun laughed: "I'm just wondering, what happened to you, Hao Wen'er?"

"Don't you think his mouth is very bad? And he's always targeting me on purpose!" Xin Beibei rolled her eyes, "I just thought he was interested in our Lao Shi, and looking at his attitude towards me, it's really a bit sour. Jealousy."

"Don't worry, Haowen'er isn't that kind of person." Ke Xun didn't know Zhu Haowen very well. No matter whether this person was gay or not, he would never be jealous of a woman.

Guo Lixia couldn't help but interject: "Although my English is not good, but I know what gay you are talking about, I don't understand, flies don't bite seamless eggs, what are you worrying about? Lao Shi is also not normal?"

Xin Beibei's face turned red, and she didn't say anything for a while.

Guo Lixia and Ke Xun looked at each other, unexpectedly such a big gossip would explode.

Ke Xun: Did the painting push him, the old man, to pick us like this...