Chapter 130 Pure Land 05┃ Thirteen props.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 130 Pure Land 05┃ Thirteen props."

weight="95843"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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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 Rowe. Now that he is in the painting, there is no need to hide it from him. Qin Ci has a low voice, telling him the world and rules of painting.

Rowe'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's verbal or written, isn't it possible?" Rowe confirmed further.

"Neither," Qin Ci said.

"So, have you tried using the Morse code?" Rowe's calm and instinctive thinking eyes, which belonged to the man of science and technology, 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 alive first, staring at Rowe staringly, "Never tried! Really never tried—maybe it would work!" As he said, he quickly turned to look at Mu Yiran, as if only The feasibility of this idea can be confirmed after the certification and affirmation of the big boss.

"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.

"...It is impossible to guarantee that no one will actively want to enter the painting." Mu Yiran said, his eyes were cold. "What's more, it is not impossible to coax the enemy and the enemy into the painting. The most important thing is that we don't know once After the existence of'painting' has been 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, while relying on our own strength to find out the laws behind it."

Rowe 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..."

Rowe didn't complain, just patted her shoulder: "I 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 those 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.

An airtight room is 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, so he couldn't help but smashed with the box in the middle of the room.

He wanted to open the lid of the box, but no matter how he knocked it off, the lid did not move.

Wei Dong saw that he took a tool out of his pocket and fiddled with it on the box. He could not help but elbow Ke Xun quietly, 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 open the box.

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 shoulder 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 move under his head, and suddenly he got itchy, so he put his hand in his trouser pocket.

Ke Xun bent over, squatted aside, lowered his head to the ground in a daze.

Mu Yiran 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.

"Will there be less than 13 people this time, right?" Wei Dong's face was gloating that the rules were broken.

"Look at the time on the phone." Zhu Haowen said lightly.

Wei Dong took out his mobile phone and couldn't help but stunned: "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."

"Then what about the outside time?" Wei Dong asked hurriedly, "No matter how many days we spend in the painting, isn't it still the time of the day when we started painting?"

"The outside time will also pass, but it should generally be limited to the period between the opening and closing of the art museum on the day of the painting," Zhu Haowen said. "As for how to gather 13 people, that is the driving force behind the painting. Thing."

Wei Dong 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 suddenly became 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. Wei Dong said to Zhu Haowen on the other side: "Next time I ask Dr. 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 eyes fell on the box ahead of time, and when the crowd was there, the plot should start.

The four newcomers obviously did not have such a high level of acceptance as Rowe. No matter how Qin Ci explained, the four of them didn't believe it, and they quarreled around him. In the end, Qin Ci didn't want to waste any more saliva, 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 taken aback, and she took a step back and looked down, looking at the last face of a social youth.

"Let's look at the paintings! I ran here in the blink of an eye, and I saw you people when I came, and said it has nothing to do with you who believe it!" The woman glared 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 big black 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 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 beside the box, holding his cheeks while watching Qi Qiang flip through the box.

Wei Dong knows his son Tiezi best. He knows that Ke Xun is a calf-protecting attribute. He is upset, and Qi Qiang pulls 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 beating with Kerr and the props will have to be snatched by Kerr.

It feels good to be guarded.

From the time the two met when they were three or four years old, Wei Dong has often felt the sense of security like wearing a protective cover.

He couldn't help looking at Mu Yiran in frustration, but for a moment, he saw this man standing behind Ke Xun like a mountain, his face was as cold and calm as ever, but he could feel something from him. A strange aura that has never been seen before, how to say this aura...

It's like every time Ke Xun stands behind Wei Dong, the aura he exudes is 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 comfort, but saw Mu Yiran glance at him suddenly, 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 Zhu Haowen, another single dog, to keep warm.

Mu Yiran stood beside Ke Xun and looked down at him. The hand in his trouser pocket suddenly pulled out and gently 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.