Chapter 487

Hou Biao naturally did not expect that these ridiculous remarks in the meeting hall had been quietly fermented on the Internet, and then evolved into a massive crusade against Professor Mei and the third space foundation in a few days.

Netizens who can't afford to buy space boxes already have resentment. Through one or two unwarranted rumors spread from nowhere, they deliberately made up many stories, claiming that there is a lot of evidence to prove that space boxes are alien black technology, and Mei and the people of the third space foundation have long been parasitized by aliens.

Professor Mei naturally didn't care about these rumors at first, but when there are more and more rumors and more people believe in them, you can't care. In particular, these rumors have greatly hindered the sales of space boxes and the promotion of dream guide games, and even stopped the factory for a time.

The disseminators of rumors and superstitious people believe that the suspected parasites led by Professor Mei must come up with enough evidence to prove their innocence. Otherwise, please disclose the technical details of the space box to prove that the knowledge is all in the hands of the earth people and has a causal relationship with the earth's past scientific and technological achievements.

In such a sound wave, the players who have bought the space box don't speak. They are also worried that the rumor is true. What if they are fooled by aliens and become an alien experiment?

The capitalists stopped talking. Originally, capital has the ability to influence public opinion, but no one dares to say anything against it at this time, because it will lead the disaster to themselves. Once they catch fire, the only money they can rely on is precisely the thing that is most easily burned by fire.

Politicians talk, but their words are like a mystery. You can never guess what they mean. While they supported Professor Mei, they also stated that they should comply with the public opinion. Everything they said was to take this opportunity to criticize their opponents and expand their own power. But as soon as they incited, the people became even more excited.

The United Nations Space Management Committee had to make a statement, claiming that Professor Mei and the scientific research team under the third space foundation had passed Lester's signature and could not be parasitic aliens.

The masses don't understand and can't sign by Lester. Anyway, Lester is dead. Who can prove the effectiveness of this Lester signature! Since most people can't pass and can't judge whether it is true or not, that is, the referee's next play is controlled by the privileged class and should be knocked down and banned.

As a result, the crowd was so angry that the storm became more and more serious that it almost killed the space box project halfway.

Of course, all this happened later, but the source of the storm began with the gossip Hou Biao heard at the Wallis Annenberg performing arts center.

Hou Biao's attention at this time was all on the safety of the professor. Fortunately, the whole activity was carried out step by step, and there had been no accidents. However, after the dinner, a small painting exhibition in the small hall next door suddenly raised Hou Biao's heart.

The host said that it was a private exhibition, and only Professor Mei and a few people were invited to see the painting. When Mei Jizheng was worried about leaving, so many people wanted to socialize and say goodbye, so she readily agreed: "look at the painting, look at the painting!"

Hou Biao also wanted to go in, but was stopped by the host: "is this?"

Merlot said, "Oh, with me."

The host probably understood Hou Biao's identity and didn't say anything more.

Hou Biao went in ahead of the professors. Although it seemed impolite, he didn't care about face. The safety of the professor came first.

It's a small hall. In fact, it's not small enough for hundreds of people to watch it calmly without being crowded. If there are fewer people, there will be an echo when walking.

There are many paintings hanging on the walls and cabinets. The types of works are very miscellaneous, including abstract, realistic and even some photographic works. Hou Biao doesn't know much about painting, but he can also see that this is not a formal painting exhibition, but more like a private collection.

He looked at it one by one and saw nothing famous. However, he always felt that something was wrong. It was strange, as if someone was always watching him when he looked at the painting.

Hou Biao noticed a small painting on the side of the exhibition hall. It showed a girl wearing a wreath with a fuzzy green background. This painting is not unusual, even extremely ordinary. Even a vulgar person like Hou Biao can see that in all paintings, this is by no means a superior work.

But the girl's eyes are so interesting. When you look at her, it's like she's looking at you. No matter where you stand or from what angle you look at her, she's looking at you, as if her eyes are alive and will turn.

There was sadness and despair in her eyes, but there seemed to be a little hope hidden. You will feel that she has something to say to you, and that poor look makes you want to help her.

Hou Biao went to the painting and stood quietly for a few seconds. It's amazing that a painting can make such an association for a person who doesn't know much about painting! How on earth did this happen?

After looking at it for a while, Hou Biao finally found that the mystery of the painting lay not only in the girl's eyes, but also in her fingers. Her hands are placed in front of her lower abdomen, and her two palms are naturally folded together, but her right index finger is slightly tilted and points to the front left, as if secretly telling the people watching the painting - see, that's where I want to tell you all the secrets!

Hou Biao looked in the direction of her finger. There was just behind him on the right. There was a very simple picture on the wall, which was a road sign pointing the way. In the background, there was a highway in the wilderness. The road sign said that there was a gas station 170 kilometers ahead.

The color of the picture is very bright, but it makes people feel unspeakably desolate. There is a gas station 170 kilometers ahead. What a hopeless hope for a car that runs out of gas in the open western wilderness!

Hou Biao vaguely remembered the days when he hid in a container and drifted on the sea after his injury. At that time, he was so desperate. Escaped from the most dangerous place, no longer pursued, no longer heard the sound of guns, but it was more painful than ever.

He took a deep breath and looked in the direction indicated by the road sign in the picture. It didn't take 70 miles. In that direction, there was an exhibition cabinet less than seven meters away. Hou Biao knew that the paintings in the showcase must be more expensive, otherwise they wouldn't be covered with glass.

He approached and looked carefully through the glass. In the picture is an old church. A man and a woman are having a wedding. The groom is an old man with thin white hair on his balding head, while the bride is a young girl in bud. The same old priest who was dying was wearing a ring for the bride. The bride stretched out her fingers and hung her head. Her face was not the joy of marriage and the shame of a girl, but a kind of apathy.

Another desperate painting.

The bride's left hand holds a candle, which has been lit and may burn her beautiful wedding dress at any time. When you look at her for a long time, you can't help shouting, burn up and burn everything!

Hou Biao saw a label in the display cabinet - pujiliov's disproportionate marriage.

I don't know why the label of such an important painting is crooked. The triangle of the label points in the other direction. Hou Biao looks down and sees a large mural there.

On the mural is a gray street after the rain. The street is empty and there is no pedestrian, but it reflects the shadow of many people.

It's like there are no living people in that world, only shadows.