Chapter 130: Pure Land 05┃ 13 props.


The paintings of the weird school are very outrageous and free from all rules.
After everyone entered the painting, they found themselves in a ring-shaped room with no doors or windows. The walls and roof were painted with weird wall paint. There was no furniture, except for a box in the center of the room.
Li Yaqing's boyfriend is Luo Wei. Now that he has been in the painting, there is no need to hide it from him. Qin Ci told him the painting world and rules in a low voice.
Luo Wei's ability to accept is unexpectedly different from that of ordinary people. He listened calmly from beginning to end, and finally asked: "Is everything in the painting impossible to reveal to the real world?"
Qin Ci felt that his mind was turning quickly, and nodded with some appreciation and regret in his eyes.
"Whether it is verbal or written, can't it?" Luo Wei further confirmed.
"Neither can." Qin Ci said.
"So, have you tried using the Morse code?" Rowe's calm and instinctive thinking eyes, which belonged to a man of science and engineering, looked at everyone through the lenses.
A group of people were given a hold-down technique by this sentence, and even forgot to blink their eyelids.
"Fuck..." Wei Dong came back to life first, staring at Luo Wei with a jaw-dropping look, "I haven't tried it! I haven't tried it--maybe it will work!" He turned his head and looked at Mu Yiran. It seems that only through the certification and affirmation of the big brothers can the feasibility of this idea be more conclusive.
"Even if it's useful, what can it be?" The big man is more calm and indifferent than Rowe, "With the modern mentality of curiosity,"
"And don't make immortal sand sculpture attributes." Ke Xun interjected in a note.
"...It is hard to guarantee that no one will actively want to enter the painting." Mu Yiran said, his eyes suddenly cold. "What's more, it is not impossible to trick the enemy and the enemy into the painting. And most importantly, we don't know. Once the existence of'painting' is leaked on a large scale, will it cause the backlash of the power behind the scenes, so we can only take a conservative approach, while entering the painting and relying on our own efforts to find out the laws behind it."
Luo Wei glanced emphatically on Mu Yiran's face, and then said calmly: "I didn't think about it well."
Li Yaqing cried next to him: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I made you tired..."
Luo Wei didn't complain, but patted her shoulder: "You don't need to be sorry, everything has contingency and inevitability."
"This young man is nice, it's a pity..." Wei Dong whispered to Ke Xun.
"It's a pity for any of us," Ke Xun said.
Wei Dong sighed, walked to the center of the room, and circled the box twice. He didn't see anything special and didn't dare to move the box.
Others are also looking around. This is a closed room with no doors or windows. The roof and walls are painted with wall paint. The dark blue background is printed with countless golden stars and moon patterns. At first glance, it is full of childishness. A star-shaped golden lamp radiates a creamy yellow light.
Airtight rooms are easy to cause anxiety. Qi Qiang's temperament is already irritable. After looking for a while in the room, he couldn't find a way to get out. He couldn't help but clashed with the box in the middle of the room.
He wanted to open the lid, but no matter how he knocked it off, the lid remained motionless.
Wei Dong saw that he took a tool out of his pocket and fiddled on the box for a while. He could not help but elbow it for a moment, and said, "Professional."
"It's a pity that it doesn't work well here." Ke Xun glanced at Qi Qiang who was so angry that he was kicking the box because he failed to unpack.
Unable to leave this closed room for a while, everyone stopped, standing or squatting or sitting quietly waiting.
Given that it is raining in the world outside the painting and the museum has few visitors, it is estimated that this time it will take a long time to gather the number.
Ke Xun was standing next to Mu Yiran's shoulders and leaning against the wall, the hand hanging by his side hooked his fingers.
Mu Yiran didn't bother him, and let him make a small movement under his head. When he was suddenly itchy, he put his hand in his trouser pocket.
Ke Xun bent over, squatted aside, lowered his head to the ground in a daze.
Mu Yi drooped his eyelids, and the V-shaped hair tip on the back of the man's neck appeared under his eyes again. The hand in the trouser pocket couldn't help but move his finger slightly, and finally controlled himself in the trouser pocket.
It took a long time, nearly two hours passed, and no one was "captured" by the painting during this period.
"Would you not make up less than 13 people this time?" Wei Dong's face was gloating that the rules had been broken.
"Look at the time on the phone." Zhu Haowen said lightly.
Wei Dong took out his mobile phone and was taken aback when he saw it: "Why is it still the time when I started painting?"
"It means that during this period of time, the time in the painting is static," Zhu Haowen said, "I am afraid that the time here will not pass until 13 people are gathered."
"What about the outside time?" Wei Dong asked hurriedly, "No matter how many days we stay in the painting, isn't it still the time of the day when we enter the painting?"
"The outside time will also pass, but it should generally be limited to the period between the opening and closing of the museum on the day of the painting," Zhu Haowen said, "As for how to get 13 people, that is the driving force behind the painting. Thing."
Weidong had to wait with everyone, and I don’t know how much time passed. The light of the star-shaped lamp above his head suddenly turned on, stabbing people to open their eyes, and the bright light turned dark, and the room was suddenly Four more people.
Everyone didn't move, they just looked at the four ignorant people together. These are two men and two women, both in their twenties and thirties, wearing work uniforms with badges on their chests. They seem to be together. .
"What's the matter?" One of the women with crossed hair looked at everyone in front of her in surprise.
Everyone did not say anything tacitly, and threw the explained work routine to Doctor Qin.
Qin Ci took the trouble to explain to these four people. Weidong said to Zhu Haowen on the other side: "Next time I ask Doctor Qin to record a paragraph on his mobile phone, the newcomer will directly play the recording when he comes in, saving him the cost of voice."
Zhu Haowen ignored it, his gaze fell on the box ahead of time, and when the crowd arrived, the plot should begin.
The four newcomers obviously did not have such a high degree of acceptance as Luo Wei. No matter how Qin Ci explained, the four of them did not believe it, and they quarreled around him. In the end, Qin Ci didn't want to waste his saliva any more, shook his head and walked away.
"You are talking about it! What is going on?!" The cross-haired woman cut her male-colored lipstick in her mouth, staring in shock and anger at the strange-looking people standing and squatting in front of her. A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes was standing there, stepping on his high heels a few steps past.
"Hey, can you tell us what's going on? Who are you? Why do you get us here?!"
Old members:? ? ?
"I'm telling you, our colleagues are all outside. People in the 40s and 50s, just call them and they will all come!" The Panfa woman said, she seemed to have just remembered that she could call the phone, she took out the call, and found that there was no signal. .
"Talk to you!" The woman got angry, and she stretched out her hand to pull the handsome man, and a big human-shaped dog squatting beside him suddenly said: "Big sister, if you have something to say, don't move. How come you come in. No impression?"
The woman was startled, she took a step back and looked down, looking at the bad face of the last social youth.
"Let's look at the painting! I ran here in the blink of an eye, and when I came, I saw you people, who said it has nothing to do with you!" The woman stared at him.
"Look, you said that too, you ran here in the blink of an eye, then you ran out in the blink of an eye, who restricts you from blinking?" said the social youth.
"You are sick!" the woman shouted angrily.
"Then you stay away, this disease is contagious." Young people in society are not stingy.
"You--" The woman continued to struggle, and was pulled away by the three of them.
At this moment, I heard a "slap" suddenly, and the lid of the box in the middle of the room opened by itself, causing everyone to stop their movements. 13 eyes with different emotions were all projected over, but Seeing that there was no subsequent movement of this box, it was just quietly placed there with the lid open, like a monster waiting to swallow everyone into its abdomen, with its mouth open.
"Who did it with the remote control?" Thinking that she had been teased by someone, the girl with curly hair scanned the crowd angrily.
No one paid any attention to her, the old members exchanged glances, Ke Xun got up, walked lightly and cautiously towards the box, stopped where he could see the inside of the box, curled his neck and looked inside. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at the old members. Finally, his eyes fell on Mu Yiran's face: "A bunch of strange things, no one is next to each other,"
He turned his gaze back to the box and looked at it a few times, "There are 13 pieces in total, and the words on the inner wall of the lid are still written-"Please choose the same item according to your personal preference"."
"It seems that this is the rule of this painting." Qin Ci said.
The old members didn’t say any more, they gathered around the box tacitly. Just as they were about to take a closer look at the props inside, they heard Wei Dong’s "Hey", but Qi Qiang pulled them away from behind and squeezed into him. In front, it seemed that I wanted to get ahead of the crowd and choose a prop that was more beneficial to me.
Ke Xun squatted next to the box, holding his cheeks while watching Qi Qiang flip through the box with a smile.
Wei Dong knows his own Tiezi best. He knows that Ke Xun is a calf-protecting attribute. He is unhappy. He thinks that Qi Qiang is pulling his calf. As his calf, Wei Dong feels courageous and knows Comrade Qi Qiang. It's okay if you choose the right props. If you don't choose the right props, you might get a stinky beaten by me and then the props will have to be snatched by me.
It feels good to be guarded.
From the time the two met when they were three or four years old, Weidong has often felt the sense of security like wearing a protective guard.
He couldn't help but looked at Mu Yiran in frustration, but was slightly taken aback. Seeing this man standing behind Ke Xun as still as a mountain, his face was condensed and calm as always, but he could feel something from him. This kind of strange aura that has never been seen before, how to say this kind of aura...
It was like every time when Ke Xun stood behind Wei Dong, the aura exuded was exactly the same.
Wei Dong suddenly realized.
His most iron man, his most deserving good brother, his patron saint since childhood, finally one day, he also has his own patron saint, and the person who loves him most.
Wei Dong suddenly felt a little hot in his eye sockets and quickly turned his head away. I was about to pat my own Tiezi on the shoulder with great comfort, but saw Mu Yi suddenly glance at him, took two steps forward, and stood beside Ke Xun.
Why, the overbearing president is amazing! Declaring sovereignty is amazing! I can let you go! Wei Dong turned his head and decided to hug another single dog, Zhu Haowen, to keep warm.
Mu Yiran stood beside Ke Xun and looked down at him. The hand in his trouser pocket suddenly pulled out and lightly landed on the back of the squatting human-shaped dog.
Hmm... Finally, I didn't hold back and touched the tip of the hairy tail.
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