Chapter 217 Inverse Travel 02┃ Chess Pieces.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 217 Inverse Travel 02┃ Chess Pieces."

weight="95930"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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Urging to build, the word made Luo Ling shiver unconsciously.

There must be a messenger behind the scenes in the matter of entering the painting, perhaps a certain person, perhaps a certain organization, or a certain mysterious force. If the messenger behind the scenes can control the will of individuals or even the collective in reality, then this force is simply incalculable.

Shao Ling seems to read Luo Ling's thoughts: "If the other party really has such a powerful force, they will not try their best to get people into the painting. I think that the use of this power must have great limitations."

Qin Ci nodded slightly. Several old members had talked about these speculations before, but every time they talked about the stage of entering the painting, they couldn't continue.

"So, the geographic location of these art museums is very important, but it's hard to say what is behind it," Qin Ci said.

"How many paintings have you experienced in total?" Luo Ling has put away the polar white somatosensory car, folded it up, and looked very light.

Wei Dong: "I have 9 pictures with Kerr, Hao Wener has two pictures less than us, and Mu Boss and Qin Ge have two more pictures than us."

"That is to say, my brother-in-law and Qin Ge have passed the 12 paintings, are they about to pass the customs?" Luo Ling touched his chin, and today I don’t wear a very luxurious watch on my wrist, just a sports Casio , "I think I think I really like the number 13 for painting tweets, and I choose 13 people every time. Is there a total of 13 paintings?"

Zhu Haowen: "9+2=11."

"Oh... that is that my brother-in-law and Qin Ge have passed 11 paintings. That's not a lot. I'm about to pass the level." Luo Ling didn't get too long on his arithmetic, and immediately switched back to the topic.

Qin Ci nodded slightly: "As for the final number of 13, we had guessed like this before."

"If there are a total of 13 paintings, after brother-in-law and Qin Ge passed 13 paintings, will this game be completely over?" Luo Ling asked innocently. ——After it is over, can everyone celebrate the victory together...

Wei Dong patted him on the shoulder: "I'm afraid that if they pass the 13 paintings, it is only them that ends up. We can only rely on ourselves in the future. Whoever passes the 13 paintings is free. "

"..." Luo Ling looked at Mu Yiran, who was like a god in his heart, "Brother-in-law, they can't leave us alone, as well as brother."

Ke Xun said in his brother’s tone, “I’m afraid that after 13 paintings, these successful people will completely forget about the painting. If you want to discuss something with someone, the bodyguard next to him You stopped."

Mu Yiran tilted his head and looked at Ke Xun. He didn't expect this guy to make such an assumption in his heart.

Ke Xun also looked at Mu Yiran: "It's not impossible that Rowe won't know us at all after he left."

Several old members reminded of the scene when they came out of the eighth painting. Rowe's lonely figure leaving alone. When everyone tried to talk to him, his dazed but confused expression was completely unfamiliar. Human expressions.

Everyone did not continue to disturb him, and only waited for him to "leave" before he went to mourn him as a former friend, and took the initiative to undertake all funeral arrangements and the care of Rowe's mother.

Mu Yiran squinted his eyes, he would never allow the embarrassing evil of "amnesia" to happen between himself and Ke Xun, and this kind of thing would never happen.

A dull bell suddenly rang, and everyone looked at the source of the sound. It turned out to be the sound of the bell tower above the art gallery.

"This old train station is at least a hundred years old, right? This clock tower looks like it was built before liberation." Wei Dong looked up at the clock tower building above the art gallery.

Luo Ling's focus is not here: "At this time in three days, are we in the painting..."

Everyone heard this sentence, but didn't know how to answer, and they all chose to be silent.

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Three days later, everyone came to the Jiuzhan Art Museum again together. Luo Ling felt the stinginess and cunning of time, as if the time outside the painting was shortened indefinitely, and the time of entering the painting was infinitely extended.

Of course, this is just my own psychological illusion, an insurmountable psychological barrier of time.

Luo Ling still carries his beloved polar white somatosensory car. After folding, this car is more like a peculiar bag. The uncle of the gatekeeper has no response to this, as long as it passes the luggage passage screening and has tickets in hand. Yes, they will be released.

"Turnip, are you planning to enter the painting in a somatosensory car?" Wei Dong asked.

"Step on? Don't say that about my heart spring." Luo Ling was holding his somatosensory car at this time.

Wei Dong feels that his steps are a bit heavy. Every time he enters the art gallery, he will have this reaction, and even feel chest tightness and nausea. This is an innate sense of resistance.

Wei Dong didn't want to show his timidity in front of the newcomers, and add to them the panic that shouldn't be there, so he smiled and said, "You heart spring, I don't know if it is the same heart spring as I think."

Luo Ling nodded earnestly: "Jieyi is left at home. Today I came out with Xinchun. I bought a new one and used it very lightly."

"Do you still lack a servant who specializes in caring for motion sensing?"

"I just started using it. There are only two in total. I don't need a special caregiver for the time being."

"Oh, I thought there was still Teacher Cang in the warehouse."

"Teacher Cang, that was an old man from the last century..."

"It turns out that this topic can also create a generation gap."

There seemed to be no one in the art gallery, only 8 members walked in it, and only Wei Dong and Luo Ling were speaking.

Luo Ling lowered his voice and said, "I still count on Xinchun to do a great job for us. After all, it is also a means of transportation. Maybe it can become a bicycle or a carriage..."

Everyone didn't take Luo Ling's words seriously, but when they heard this sentence, they thought that this young man had his own ideas. If the somatosensory car can be brought into the painting, it might really play some role.

Ke Xun patted Luo Ling on the shoulder, only to find that the other party was shaking gently. In front of us is the fourth exhibition hall where everyone is going to enter.

In the past three days, everyone has come here to step on it, and I have read every painting carefully, hoping to be of some help to the painting.

The advantage of this old museum is that the works on display have remained unchanged for 800 years, and there should be no temporary changes.

The fourth exhibition hall has a large area, with more than 200 works on display. Almost every painting has a different author. For this purpose, Mu Yiran specifically consulted the painter list in the industry and only found the names of 5 painters. , The rest are all unknown authors.

In spite of this, everyone still took pictures of all the paintings in this exhibition hall with their mobile phones, and looked at them one by one, and they had to discuss things they didn't understand.

Mu Yiran also tried to find all the information that he could refer to, summarized it into a unified text, and distributed it to everyone. Everyone carefully read it many times. Everyone felt like reviewing hard before entering the college entrance examination.

At this moment, everyone walked into the familiar exhibition hall, Luo Ling still walked towards a big sunset picture very unconfidently: "The black eyes in this sun refer to sunspots? Another meaning is that this is a painter. A picture for blind children? Another meaning is..."

Ke Xun stood beside Luo Ling: "Don't be nervous, you are not going in alone."

"Yes, there is my brother-in-law," Luo Ling looked at Ke Xun, "Brother, you didn't remember much..."

"..."

There are voices at the end of the exhibition hall. Could it be that other visitors have already arrived here? Several members walked inside, only to find that five or six people were standing by the gate inside the exhibition hall and talking.

For the convenience of visitors, the exhibition hall usually opens at both ends, but the other door of this exhibition hall is closed. Everyone thought it was because there were too few visitors in the exhibition hall, and it was not necessary to open all the doors.

"We are here to collect the scenery in City A. We will take the train back tomorrow. Let us take a look at the photographs in the exhibition hall next door." It was a young woman carrying a camera bag.

Several other young people carrying camera bags also begged, and the staff surrounded by them was finally moved, took the key and opened the door: "Well, let’s not take it as an example. It is said that this exhibition hall is the next one. It’s only open in December, so don’t tell me, or the leader will blame me."

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Several young people said thankful words one after another.

Seeing this situation, several old members were a little confused.

"Wait, is the exhibition hall next door still the 4th exhibition hall?" Ke Xun asked.

The staff nodded: "It is also part of Hall 4, but it is temporarily separated."

"……Okay, thank you."

Everyone did not expect to have such a hand, and all the homework they did before was done for nothing.

"The next door is all photography works, it has nothing to do with painting," Fang Fei said suddenly, who hadn't spoken for a long time.

Several old members stood by the door, and no one stepped into the exhibition hall next door.

"Do you go in and see? It will be open for a while, at most an hour. If you want to see it, hurry up and see." The staff member stood by the door holding the key.

"We are here to see the painting, not the photos." Wei Dong said.

"Anyway, they are all black-and-white photos. I don't understand them. They seem to be painted." The staff's words sounded extremely heavy to everyone.

"Have you noticed that there were 5 people who went in just now." Shao Ling couldn't help but tell her findings.

There are a total of 8 people on my side, plus the 5 who went in just now, exactly 13.

The staff nodded and said as if a sentence was pronounced: "Yes, there are 5 in total, all of them are photographers."

Zhu Haowen took the lead, and had to go sooner or later.

Qin Ci walked beside Mu Yiran and couldn't help but whispered: "If you want to attract us into the painting, why do you want to play these twists and turns, is it to prevent us from cheating in advance?"

Mu Yiran seems to be thinking about something: "It seems that there are two forces in the game, one is guiding us, the other is preventing us."

Qin Ci shuddered when she heard this.

Mu Yiran continued: "Moreover, these two forces seem to be evenly matched. We are only pawns in this game."