Paintings of Terror

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

"I can't tell the exact time." Miao Zipei looked subconsciously at the clock on the wall, "When I walked out of the room this morning, I looked at the time in the lobby, it was 6:55, and the face of the clock was still bright orange. Everyone found out that something was wrong 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. I looked up at the clock in the lobby on the first floor, and suddenly found that the color had changed to blue , it was probably less than 7:[-] at that time."

"The matter of the clock must have something to do with the whole incident." Mi Wei looked at Miao Zipei, complaining that the other party did not mention this matter earlier.

Miao Zipei: "At that time, everyone was discussing other things. I didn't have a chance to say..."

This art major boy was a bit slow, but his observation ability was much better than ordinary people.

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

Shi Zhendong peeled a banana for his girlfriend, and ate a green apple himself, trying to avoid those bright red fruits.

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

Ye Ningchenyi from the purple room took the lead and said, "I finished almost one can."

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

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

Shi Zhendong in the green room smiled shyly: "I've only 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 right to speak at this time: "Our team leader should go find an autographer, Beibei and I will do it."

Xin Beibei looked at Guo Lixia: "Sister Guo, didn't you say that you should bear the responsibility..."

Shi Zhendong hurriedly pushed his girlfriend, but didn't let her finish speaking.

Guo Lixia said while eating grapes: "Some people have to be able to help, and I don't have any new discoveries, I just know how to bark."

Xin Beibei wanted to say something more, but Shi Zhendong said: "Beibei, you can stay and work. It is only more than an hour before lunch time. Let's all hurry up and try to complete the task in the morning, and we can finish it in the afternoon." Let's find something together."

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

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

Mu Yiran crossed his arms: "Zhang Tianwei was probably dragged away from the window, and there is a moon-shaped pattern on the window pane that belongs to him."

It seems that what Mu Yiran saw last night was similar to that of Ke Xun. 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 big piece of black?" Ke Xun told the most terrifying "nightmare" of last night.

Mu Yiran nodded: "It should be the black that took Zhang Tianwei away."

"This world itself is very strange. Even during the day, there is always a feeling of a different dimension, and it becomes more obvious at night. It is simply a world of silhouettes, including myself." Ke Xun wanted to give himself enough reason to go Convinced——Zhang Tianwei was dragged along the window in a weightless plane state.

Mu Yiran's eyes seemed to have insight into everything: "Zhang Tianwei was not without weight last night, the pattern belonging to him was a bit shaky, far less than the shadow's trajectory."

"Shadow?" Ke Xun grasped these two key words, and finally someone broke the word, "If the black is a shadow, then it will be the theme of this painting - "Shadow"."

"If it's a shadow, it may be difficult to drag the entity, even opening a window is probably difficult." Mu Yiran pointed out his own analysis bottleneck.

"As Hao Wen'er said, things like opening windows can be done by 'people', but I'm afraid living people can't help with things like flying over eaves and walls and dragging entities." Ke Xun feels that the weirdness of this world is subversive. Sex, especially the ability to change a person's dimensional state, makes one feel less powerful than an ant.

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

Indeed, the boss in the painting must strictly abide by the death rules to carry out the killing, otherwise the game will not be able to go on.

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

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

The clock gave people a very ominous feeling, as if the color of the clock face was specially set up for the dead.

Right now, the clocks in this room are successively displaying 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 knew that it also possessed 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 flow of the incident is straightened out. Logically, the painter's signature can be found smoothly.

"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 concentrating on something, Ke Xun didn't have the habit of inviting his partner and boyfriend to go to the bathroom together, so he went in alone.

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

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

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

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

"Thinking about it now, what I saw just now may be an illusion." Mu Yiran looked at the blue door again, and the door had returned to normal at this time, "That door may be calling me to enter."

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

Mu Yiran directly ignored Ke Xun's casual flirtation, stood up and prepared to go back to his purple room.

"Yi Ran," Ke Xun thought as he thought about it, feeling that the name was particularly flammable, explosive, and igniting hormones, "Just now, what happened?"

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

"Damn it, 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 still frowned slightly.

"This hallucination is quite scary." Ke Xun looked around the bright and harmless hall. "In the hallucination just now, can you fight against it? Or do you still have your own judgment?"

"The consciousness is clear. I thought that phenomenon was very strange at the time, so I didn't act lightly."

"That is to say, if there is a different person, it is very likely that they will be summoned by doors of other colors." Ke Xun had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard a chuckle in the hall.

This chuckle came unexpectedly, making one's hair stand on end in an instant. ——After careful analysis, the laughter clearly came from that NPC with a sweet voice.

Accompanied by a chuckle, there was another 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 the 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 hidden eyes in the castle.

So, the two walked into the gates of their own colors respectively, and went to enjoy the wonderful work.

The two women in the blue room had almost finished their entire workload. Of course, Guo Lixia was the main labor force, and Xin Beibei was just helping out clumsily.

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

Guo Lixia was also a little tired, and sat down on the armchair next to her: "This kind of work is far worse than when we were in the garment factory. At that time, there was really no day or night."

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

Those members who became the people in the painting, some are just passers-by to themselves, and some have become imprints that will never be erased in their lives.

"In order to buy a branded computer for my son, I worked overtime for a month. It was because I was young, or I was tired and hospitalized!" Guo Lixia thumped her waist and talked about the past.

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

Guo Lixia lowered her eyes so that no one could see her expression: "I went to college and was abroad. His father went abroad and picked up his son three years ago. In fact, my son is willing to follow me," Guo Lixia beat her waist. His hands paused, "We don't have any skills, so we can't delay the child's future."

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

Guo Lixia smiled wryly, and said nothing.

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

"I have gone through three paintings together, what's wrong?"

"Is that man gay?"

"What's wrong with GAY?" In Ke Xun's mind, this word has always been capitalized.

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 who has held back a lot of bad intentions."

Ke Xun laughed out loud: "I was wondering, what happened to you, Haowen'er?"

"Don't you think his mouth is very bad? And he always targets me on purpose!" Xin Beibei rolled her eyes, "I just thought he was interested in our old Shi, and seeing his attitude towards me, he was really bitter Jealousy."

"Don't you, Haowen'er is not that kind of person." Ke Xun also doesn't know Zhu Haowen very well, no matter if this person is gay or not, he will never be jealous with a woman.

Guo Lixia couldn't help interjecting: "Although I'm not good at English, I also know what you mean by gay. I don't understand. Flies don't bite seamless eggs. What are you worrying about? Could it be that your boyfriend Is Lao Shi not normal?"

Xin Beibei blushed and remained silent for a long time.

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

Ke Xun: Hua pushes his old man, is he picking on people like us...