Chapter 26: Belief 04┃Bend people's intuition.

Mu Yiran, Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Qin Ci did not object to what the glasses girl said.
Qin Ci nodded slightly at the glasses girl, with a gentle but calm voice: "Yes, but there are some things I want to say ahead. Even those of us who have been in painting before, can't guarantee that we will live today. Late. I hope you know that the power in this painting is not something we can fight against if we are courageous. More often than not, we want to survive by luck. The role of those of us is to tell our previous experience at best. You, want us to protect you, this is probably difficult for others."
The glasses girl trembling and busy said: "Even so, thank you!"
Qin Ci looked at the newcomers: "Then who do you want to follow?"
Ma Zhenhua broke in and shouted, "I—even if I’m not a newcomer! I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything. I have children in my family. I don’t want to die. I want to follow him" Stunned.
"Why are you so selfish!" The young man among the newcomers stopped doing it and yelled and grabbed Ma Zhenhua's front. "I still have parents in my house! Who wants to die?! Selfish like you? No one will end up well, you know!"
Weidong also couldn't understand Ma Zhenhua. When the last painting left, Ke Xun told him about what he did to Zhang Maolin, the owner of the private enterprise, so he also interjected: "It has been decided to bring the old and the new. Comrade Ma, you are still a minority and obey the majority."
After speaking, she turned her head and looked at the long-haired beauty: "Sister, who do you want to talk to? I've also been painting, and I have escaped several times."
Ke Xun: "..."
The long-haired beauty looked at everyone's faces in a panic and helplessly. She stretched out her hand and pointed to Mu stunned: "I, I choose him."
Ke Xun: "..."
Weidong: "..."
Qin Ci asked the glasses girl next to her: "How about you?"
The glasses girl's gaze also swept across everyone's faces a few times, and she pointed to Ke Xun: "I want to choose him."
Wei Dong: "..." Is this a choice for a sense of security or a boyfriend?
Ke Xun looked at the glasses girl: "Get to know me first. My name is Ke Xun. This is my buddy next to me. What about you girl?"
The girl in glasses replied: "My name is Sha Liu, and she and I are classmates." She pointed to the beautiful woman with long hair.
Ke Xun glanced at the long-haired beauty: "Oh, then she is called Shuosuoshu?"
Everyone: "..."
The long-haired beauty turned pale and angry: "My name is Zi Ling!"
Ke Xun held his hands in his arms and tilted his head towards Mu Yiran: "Ziling? What a pity, he is not called Fei Yunfan."
Everyone: "..."
Qin Ci asked the rest: "How do you choose?"
Zhou Bin frowned: "You are all men, you can't let my girlfriend live in a tent with you."
The young man just said, "Then you two should have a tent by yourself. Anyway, they are not enough experienced people."
"Why, it's unfair," Zhou Bin quit, "then we two are very dangerous!"
"It's urgent to do everything," Qin Ci said, "If you don't worry, you can only have a tent for the two of you."
Zhou Bin thought for a while, pointed at Qin Ci, and said to his girlfriend: "You can have a tent with him." Another pointed at Wei Dong, "I will have a tent with you."
The young man shouted: "Why do you want to choose whoever is? I don't want to be a tent with this person!" Pointing to Ma Zhenhua.
The remaining family of three was silent and anxious.
A group of people became a mess.
Weidong quietly pulled Ke Xun here: "You just acted like a jealous little bitch."
"Less nonsense, more conscientious," Ke Xun said, "Human Shuo Shuo Shushu eyes don't look at you. Don't tell others that you were raised by me in the future."
"Speaking as if the shepherd loves to look at you." Wei Dong said.
The two of them were talking here, but there was already a result over there.
In view of Ma Zhenhua's strong belief that even those who have been in painting may not necessarily have better adaptability and resilience than newcomers, and in view of the fact that no one wants to be the one who can only be left out, and in view of the young man— —Tan Zheng said that if the old brings the new, the surplus can only be the newcomers, which is not fair to the newcomers. Therefore, for the sake of fairness, we decided to draw lots regardless of the old and the new.
The glasses girl brought paper and pen and made two sets of lottery numbers from 1 to 6. The people who draw the same number share a tent, and the person who draws the number 0 draws a tent.
After the paper sign was folded, Ke Xun was not in a hurry to take it. Seeing Mu Yiran finished taking it and unfolding it, he leaned over and looked at the number on him. Seeing it was 3, he turned it back and carefully stared at the remaining folded paper sign. After a few glances, he took one instinctively, and looked at it, looking up at Mu Yiran with regret.
Mu Yiran glanced at him, did not speak, and waited for everyone to finish drawing the paper slips and show them together. Seeing Ke Xun's paper-suddenly a 3 was written.
Mu Yiran: "..."
Ke Xun smiled at him, the corners of his eyes and the tails of his eyes curled clearly, and Mu suddenly remembered the eyes on his previous V letter portrait.
That eye comes from a photo taken during Ke Xun's middle school period. Mu Yiran saw this one in the closet at his home. Out of professional habit, he always observes art works or pictures carefully and remembers very much. it is good.
I remember the teenager in the photo, wearing a sky blue and white school uniform, with sleeves rolled up to the elbow, trouser legs rolled up, revealing a slender calf, and wearing white sneakers on his feet, full of unlimited youthful vitality, in the ginkgo leaves In the diffuse autumn light, he leaped high, his hair was flying, his smile was bright, and his teeth were neatly white.
The eyes on the smiling face are like this.
Eyelids thin as sunlight, slender and clear eyeliner, clean and concise shape, clear boundaries between black and white, clear and pure eyes.
This person's eyes have not changed since he was a teenager.
Mu Yiran averted his gaze, and heard someone wailing, followed by cursing.
It was Tan Zheng, who got a note with number 0 written on it.
"I don't want to die—please—Brother Mu, I want to have a tent with you—" Ma Zhenhua was also not satisfied with the companion he had drawn, rushing over and kneeling in front of Mu Yiran, dragging him tightly. The robe on her body, "Please, please join me, I don't want to die, there are children in my family—"
Everyone watched him behave like this, no one said anything.
Mu Yiran was condescending, looking down at Ma Zhenhua, who was crying with snot and tears, and said lightly: "Ma Zhenhua, no one wants to die. I'm sorry to say that for the sake of your own safety, your family background, I asked someone to inquire about it.
"You did marry, and you did have a child, but when you divorced, the court sentenced your child to your ex-wife. So in fact, since the divorce, you have never raised your child. Not only did the child fail to pay support, he refused to even see the child.
"The old people above you have passed away five years ago. In the past few years, you have been living alone and have an improper relationship with a married female colleague in your unit."
Ma Zhenhua was dumbfounded on the spot.
Mu Yiran emerged from his tugging, and finally said to him indifferently: "In the world of paintings, if you want to live to the end, more depends on luck. Good luck."
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the tent not far away.
Everyone also walked towards the tent in groups, no one cared about Ma Zhenhua who was lying on the ground.
Weidong picked Zhou Bin’s girlfriend, named Zhao Dan, which made him feel a little embarrassed, so he whispered to Ke Xun,
I think even if I can survive tonight, I will have to be tricked by Zhou Bin tomorrow. dead."
"Why don't you change with him," Ke Xun said.
Zhou Bin won the glasses girl Sha Liu.
"Forget it, if he doesn't mention it, I won't be troublesome," Wei Dong said, "If I change it, everyone is afraid that it will have to be changed. Everyone wants to sleep with the shepherd."
Ke Xun: "Please pay attention to the words."
Wei Dong glanced at Mu Yiran, who was walking in front of him, before looking at Ke Xun: "Say, what kind of hands or feet did you move, how can you be so coincidental with others?"
Ke Xun: "I told you already. My instincts are always accurate. I used to draw the lottery."
Wei Dong: "Fuck, why didn't you buy lottery tickets if you knew you were so accurate?!"
Ke Xun: "I'm not short of money. Moreover, I feel that this kind of thing is just like luck. If you use too much and too frequently, it will be easy to overdraw. You still have to save it so that you don't use it up at a critical time."
Wei Dong: "Okay, I won't bother to care about you after hearing your first sentence. See you in debt."
Ke Xun: "Be careful at night. If you really can't, you should cover your head and hide it where it is not easy to be seen by those things."
Wei Dong: "I see, although I think this time and the last time may not be the same style of death..."
Ke Xun: "Dongzi."
Wei Dong: "Yeah."
Ke Xun: "See you tomorrow."
Wei Dong: "Okay, see you tomorrow."
Watching Wei Dong enter one of the tents, Ke Xun walked towards the tent that Mu Yiran entered. The distance between these tents was not too close, and the farthest one was even 100 meters away.
I opened the tent and stepped in. Seeing that these tents were indeed not big, they could barely lie down side by side with two people, and there was nothing else but a shabby felt blanket on the ground.
Mu Yiran sat cross-legged on the felt blanket, with his eyelids down as if thinking.
Ke Xun sat down opposite him, did not disturb him, only put his elbows on his knees, and looked at him with his cheeks supported.
Not long after watching, Mu Yiran finally raised his eyelids and stared at him coldly.
Ke Xun asked him calmly: "This time there is no banner with words written on it. What kind of death do you think we will encounter?"
Mu Yiran's eyes dropped slightly and his tone was cold: "No rules are more terrifying than rules."
Ke Xun nodded: "That's right. I think the clothes we wear are similar. At least from the outside, everyone should be the same. Does this mean that the goal and method of death this time are very May be random?"
"It's too early to judge." Mu Yiran said, "This time is not like the last time. We don't have any clues at hand now."
Ke Xun asked, "What is this painting? I tried to see it clearly before entering the painting, but I didn't see anything clearly, and I didn't have time to see the title and author's name."
Mu Yiran glanced toward the top of the tent, and saw the colorful and complicated patterns painted on it, but it seemed that it was old, faded and dirty, and it was no longer possible to identify the texture of the painting: "The name of this painting is called " "Faith", the author is called Qiu Jian, a religious art painter."
"What kind of sect is he from?" Ke Xun asked.
"He studied various sects and had a strong interest and enthusiasm for religious art," Mu Yiran said. "In the years before his death, he was crazy infatuated with a sect culture and became the piety of that sect Believers, in the years since then until his death, all his works reflect the cultural characteristics of the sect. The painting we are in is one of them, and it is also his last work before his death. ."
Ke Xun looked at the robe he was wearing, faintly guessing, but still asked: "What is this sect?"