V7.chapter 7

The four newcomers who came in together were colleagues. They were sent by the company to the Crystal Swan Hotel in the city to hold a business meeting. After the meeting, several people discussed to come to the art museum to pass the time. Then they met this unfortunate and strange thing.

Zhao haicui is an old employee of the company. Another young girl is Wei Miao, a newcomer of the company. Wei Miao chooses the Dragon horn. At the moment, the two have long ears and a long horn. They are silent and cry. They look strange and funny.

The other two male colleagues, one named Zhang Lifeng, chose the two longan cores and the other named Ge Lei. He wore the red and white striped T and black bell bottomed pants.

"Thirteen people are divided into six groups with at least two people in each group. Now let's divide them." After introducing each other, Qin said.

"I'd like to ask what basis you are going to group on." Luo Wei, who is also a new man, is watching Qin CI carefully from behind his glasses.

"Usually," Qin said quietly, "the basis for a few of us is to form a group voluntarily."

There are many unspoken meanings in this sentence. Qin Chi looks at Luo Wei and waits for his speech.

Rowe really had something to say. He pushed his glasses on his face and looked calm: "for those of us who are new to painting for the first time, of course, I would like you to bring the new with the old, but obviously, I don't think all of you agree with this requirement, and I don't want to be separated from Yaqing."

Then he looked at Qi Qiang and Huang Pi, who stood on the periphery. It was obvious that those two people were not willing to take new people with them. Even if they were willing, who could guarantee that they would not be regarded as backing in case of danger.

"So, do you have any better advice?" Qin asked him.

"In fact, no one has the obligation to think for others in this kind of boundary between disorder and social morality," Rowe was calm, rational and even ruthless. "If you form a team at will, we are not qualified to interfere. But if, only if you want, can we consider not dividing the groups into such small groups. At least five groups of six groups have only two people This is a very unscientific grouping method. Since the rules of drawing have something to do with "selection", there should be at least three talents in each group. Once there are differences in the choice of a or B, the decision that the minority is subordinate to the majority can be achieved by voting. "

"In a group of three, isn't there another group of four?" Wei Dong said.

Rowe looked at Weidong with the eyes of learning dregs: "we are living people, not machines. The situation of five or five points is not a dead end. We have many flexible ways to make the final decision. So, do you agree with my proposal? "

's last sentence was to ask Qin to give it, but Roy's eyes still swept the eyes of Qin Ci, who was standing outside the side of the river for a few moments. Because of the meticulous and observant observation of the male, he was aware of the man who has the final say in silence.

If you are in a group of three, you should be divided into four groups. However, there are six entrances in front of you. Looking for a signature is a race against the clock. If you don't find two worlds, you may miss the best chance to escape.

Qin gave a look to several of his companions along the way and asked them what they meant.

"In this case, we should divide it into four groups," said Kexun. "Since we choose to decide our fate, we will choose to divide into four groups and give up the entrance to the two worlds for the time being. That is also our destiny. Maybe the" choice "has started from now on."

"That's right. I agree to be divided into four groups." Wei Dong said.

"I agree." Zhu Haowen said.

"What's your opinion?" Qin asked several new people.

"I don't care, no matter how many groups, I have to be with you, you have to be responsible for this matter!" Zhao haicui's logic is not enough.

Qin CI couldn't get rid of Zhao haicui's pull. He shook his head helplessly and looked at his companion: "how to group?"

"I'm in a group with Yiran." Kexun said.

"I didn't ask you." Wei Dong rolled his eyes, "I'm also a group of Yi Ran."

Ke Xun:

"Ke Xun and I are in a group," Mu Yi Ran said. "Wei Dong Haowen is in the first group. Dr. Qin takes Luo Wei and Li Yaqing, and the others are at will.

"Pay attention to the time. Before 11:00 p.m., if possible, try to return to this room. Since the rules of painting usually do not make the painters die collectively on the same night, then we may rush back here before midnight, which may reduce the probability of death to a certain extent.

"After entering the world of choice, we should pay attention to leaving marks along the way to prevent us from losing our way back. At the same time, we can leave others to find your clues.

"I have my pen and paper with me. If someone can go back to this room, I can leave a message to other people who have not returned to this room on time. I will try my best to write down the experience of my group and explain clearly the future plans of this group.

"Time doesn't wait. It's better to start now."After that, he looked at Kexun, and Kexun immediately followed him, and they walked toward the entrance to the world that one of the round doors led to.

The final decision-making power of the members of each group was left to the newcomers and Qi Qiang Huangpi. Whoever wanted to follow was entirely voluntary.

To my surprise, I was followed by yellow skin.

Qi Qiang originally moved his feet in the direction of Mu Yi Ran and Ke Xun, but when he saw the yellow skin go by, he took back his feet again. Finally, he chose to form a group with a man and a woman from the new couple.

Ke Xun speculated that Qi Qiang, like the last painting, wanted to pick the soft persimmon pit. The new man knew nothing about the world of the painting, so it was suitable to be used as a substitute for the dead ghost and the Pathfinder.

However, Kexun had no spare time to intervene. In the painting, everyone was hard to protect himself. There was no strength to help others from calculation and persecution.

Ke Xun only told Zhu Haowen and Qin Ci that they should be more careful, and then they walked into the round gate together with Mu Yi Ran Huang Pi.

At the end of the three men, Ke Xun paid special attention to the Confucian scarf on his yellow head. The yellow skin shaved was originally round inch, and the Confucian scarf was said to be "towel". In fact, it was similar to a kind of hat, which was put on his inch head, coupled with the man's face of reform through labor. It was so funny that he almost laughed at the wrong time.

Looking back at the room behind me, I can see that the round door has been closed. The shape of the room is a rustic adobe house without windows, and the roof is covered with dry straw.

Kexun speculated that the room would have different shapes in different worlds.

And looking back at the world in front of us, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

There are mountains in the distance and trees near. On the left, you can see the farmland like a field on the left, and the scattered cottages on the right. The color of the whole world is very strange. All the scenery is old-fashioned, just like an old movie or old paper pile.

Whether it's mountains and trees, or fields and houses, they are all dark and old-fashioned colors. If you observe carefully, the lines of all the scenery are very strange, and there is no absolute horizontal and vertical. Even the walls, purlins, window edges and door frames have a kind of bending undulation or even roundness that does not conform to the original texture.

"I'm a little scared."

Mu Yi Ran heard Ke Xun suddenly say this, but he couldn't help looking at him.

Isn't this boy as early as in the process of drawing and drawing that he has become bold and courageous. At this time, he suddenly said that he was afraid?

"I was afraid of the old movies since I was a child," said Kexun. "For the black-and-white films with sound or no sound, the color of the picture is like the yellow in front of my eyes, and there is something called" what is it... "

"Noise and particles." Mu Yi Ran took the road with understanding.

"Yes, it's that kind of lines, which move around and around on the screen," said Ke Xun, touching his arm. It seemed that there was a layer of goose bumps. "The sound of the sound film is also big and small, and the sound quality is particularly poor. It sounds even more strange - I am most afraid of this kind of old film, and I always feel that the people in it are not like living people."

So the world in front of me is like an old movie, will it be There's a bunch of weird "living" people?

"Anyway, get someone to ask about the situation here first." Kexun, who had just said that he was afraid, had already started to walk towards the place where there were people in the distance.

Along the way, Kexun made a very obvious mark on the tree or roadside every other distance. These marks were a set of special marks that could only be understood by each other. Each mark could not only indicate the direction of the person making the mark, but also simply explain some situations and provide instructions.

However, in order to make it easier for non group members to understand it, Kexun also left some explanatory words and directional signs that everyone could understand.

Walking to a seemingly dry and barren field, the three saw a grandson and a grandson struggling to plow the field. They were wearing short shirts of ancient civilian style, with bun on their heads and cloth tapestry on their heads. Their clothes were worn-out and almost no color could be seen.

Their skin color was like the color of the world. It was yellow and dark. It looked hungry and bitter, but the fingers exposed outside and the waist under the clothes were thick and round.

"Dare to ask..." Kexun took the tone of the ancients and went to inquire about it. He also held his fist and said, "here Well, where is this place? "

The old man slowly raised his head. His white beard did not have the texture that human hair should have. Ke Xun could not describe what kind of texture it was. It was a bit like cloth, a bit like mud, but not like hair.

In view of the experience of the previous paintings, even though Kexun felt that the old man in front of him was very strange, he did not dare to tell the truth. He just pretended to look at him naturally.

"Some of you are from the countryside," the old man said slowly. With the special sound quality of the old film, Ke Xun could not help but move two steps towards Mu Yiran. "This is Baihua village."

The name of the village was very nice, but Kexun looked around and saw no flowers at all. Or even if he saw the flowers, they were yellow and dark in color. They were mixed with the scenery far and near, so it was difficult to distinguish them.Only knowing the name of a village does not lead to new clues. After all, up to now, he had no idea how to find the signature and clarify the death rules of this painting.

"Sir, I think your fields are a little dry. Is the harvest affected?" Mu Yi, who had been silent, suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with painting.

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