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Chapter 252 Schrödinger's Cat 01 Winter is coming.
"The cool breeze blows gently until it quietly enters my clothes. In summer, I can't hear the sound. The days have passed so quickly that I have a lot of feelings. I remember the colorful scene. The wind gently blows you into my heart. , Changed my life in one breath. No amount of enthusiasm can be calculated, but there is no need to be frightened anymore—wind and rain—"
Shao Ling watched silently as Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Luo Ling were on the snowy ground far away, basking in the sun and roaring in the wild, facing the cold wind.
"Winter is coming to the Art Museum", you can tell from the name of the museum, it is a new museum that has been newly built a few years ago, located in a very poetic place in C City-of course, if you come here in autumn, You will enjoy the superb view of ginkgo and red maple, but it is midwinter now, except for the bare branches of the cold trees, there is a white snow.
The art gallery was built in the depths of white snow and black branches crisscrossing.
The snow on the ground is thick enough to cover the feet, although the sun is sunny today, there is no meaning to it.
It was still early, at 8 o'clock in the morning, this place had not been visited by passers-by for the time being, and the messy footprints on the snow were all from the three second-hands in the distance.
The three people piled up three snowmen that look particularly porcelain, but they don't know what kind of weird psychology, these three people are now riding on the snowman, shouting and shouting Cantonese songs in Lao suburban accent.
This is... Doomsday Carnival? Unzip before death?
Shao Ling walked over steadily with a look of disagreement.
"Blow and blow, let the wind blow, dry the bright tears in the eyes—"
Shao Ling heard Ke Xun's ending sound diverging into the sky.
This person's voice quality may be the welfare of the voice controller, but there is a ray of clean juvenile voice in his natural sex appeal.
He heard the footsteps behind him, singing a song and turning his head to look over, his eyebrows raised, his lips raised, and his shaggy hair raised. The sun shone on the snow in front of him and reflected in his eyes. There was light in his eyes, as if those handsome youths on campus many years ago were carefree and arrogant.
At this moment, Shao Ling suddenly experienced the extreme cruelty of "painting".
The sunlight, Qingxue, Boy and Song in front of us, under the palm of "Painting", are as fragile as a piece of glass that is as thin as a cicada's wings.
"...Blow and blow, let the wind blow, and take away all the sorrows. Who is in the wind—" The "young" sang, slowly raised the snowman's head with both hands, and smashed his face with a smirk. Come.
Shao Ling, who was buried in the snow with three huge snowman heads: "..." I took back all my ignorant imagination just now.
"Come on, Brother Shao, be happy together!" Luo Ling was pushed on the snow by Wei Dong, doing a breaststroke stroke in place.
Shao Ling: "..." Are these three people sure that they are those who are about to risk their lives? Why are all heartless...
"What are you thinking about again?" Ke Xun sat on the body of the headless snowman, put his hands in the pockets of the down jacket, half of his face retracted into the fluffy scarf and looked at him with a smile. Can you think about it?"
Shao Ling: "You are no worse than him."
Ke Xun laughed: "How many paintings I have gone through, how can I live without looking at the opening point? You see, you have to enter the painting if you have a frown, tight and nervous face, and you have to enter the painting if you are happy to eat, drink and play. The result is the same, of course you have to choose A better and more enjoyable process. This is what carrots think more than us—though this kid should be scared or scared, and should he be scared."
Shao Ling looked at Luo Ling who was putting snowballs in his crotch with Wei Dong: "..."...what am I trying to say... "What about the others?"
"Hey, there is a cafe next to the art gallery, all nestled inside." Ke Xun pointed to him with his chin.
"The cafe opened so early?" Shao Ling looked over there. The art gallery hasn't opened at this time.
"The boss will live upstairs, and he will come down as soon as he calls." Ke Xun jumped from the snowman's body, bent over and rubbed two big snowballs, frustrated and went to the unconscious Wei Dong and Luo Ling.
"..." Shao Ling didn't want to pay attention to the trio, but was curious about how Ke Xun made such a strong snowman. Such a big man would not collapse even if he sits on it. He kicked the snowman with his toes. Zi sank into the snowman's body and was blocked by the hard object inside.
"..." Okay, there is a large piece of landscape stone inside. Kowtowed. pain.
The opening time of the Art Museum in Winter is about 9:30 in the morning. At this moment, there is still nearly an hour. Shao Ling decided to hide in the cafe to warm up, and by the way, stay away from the crowd.
Mu Yiran and Qin Ci sat opposite each other, tilted their heads slightly, looking at the snow scene outside the window, and the three fools playing in the snow scene.
Zhu Haowen and Fang Fei each sat aside, fiddling with their mobile phones.
Shao Ling feels that everyone now is like the day before taking the college entrance examination. They put aside all the review materials, no longer think about any textbook content, and work hard to relax their whole body and mind, and prepare with the most relaxed and full emotions. Greet the moment when fate is finally decided.
Shao Ling is still a little uncomfortable with this state-even in the college entrance examination that year, he reviewed to the last minute.
"Winter is coming to the Art Museum. It is said that the original intention was to build an indoor theme park. The team responsible for the project had a problem, and the project was stranded. Later, it was converted into an art museum, but the name was retained. Yes, it is a bit similar to the previous Old Station Art Museum, which seems to confirm the clue we have summarized." Shao Ling stood next to the four-seater card room, looking at Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "The identity of the person in charge has a lot of background, because he was photographed in a car accident and posted on the Internet. From the luxury car he drove to his complicated interpersonal relationship and private life, some of them involved Sensitive events, this project was halted, and as a result it cooled for more than a year."
"Whether it is intentional or unintentional, it seems that there is always a force in the dark to eliminate all irrelevant factors and want to build the art museum where it wants to be built." Qin Ci said.
"Isn't these questions already mentioned in the group? Why are you repeating it here?" Fang Fei raised his eyes from the screen of the phone and looked at the men in front of him strangely.
"Tense emotions make it easy to repeat what I have said." Zhu Haowen still didn't look up, and said lightly.
Shao Ling Qin Ci: "..."
Shao Ling shook his head slightly: "Always feel...I still have not done enough preparations for painting."
"In fact," Qin Ci comforted him, "The previous experience of entering the painting proved that no matter how much preparation we have made in advance, the painting that finally allows us to enter will never be the one we have delineated in advance. So it is better to Go with the flow and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Shao Ling drooped his eyes, walked to the empty seat to the side and sat down and ordered a cup of white coffee.
Halfway through the drink, the hall door was opened from the outside, accompanied by a cold wind, the three fools in the snow lined in.
"Boss, give me a latte," Wei Dong said as he took off his hat. "The handsomest man here pays the bill."
Speaking, circled the area where the eight members were.
The boss came over with the tray and asked Ke Xun: "So, this gentleman pays the bill?"
"The boss has a good eye." Ke Xun laughed. "Let me ask, the art gallery next to me, how many people have been visiting these days?"
The boss shook his head: "It has been snowing these few days, no one came at all, and there is no art exhibition, but there may be people today. Yesterday, a crew came here to film the scene. When I was drinking coffee, I heard them say they are coming today I took a few shots and said that this art gallery has few people and is convenient for shooting."
When the boss left, Shao Ling asked several old members: "There is no way to stop others from entering the target exhibition hall?"
The few young people who lost their lives in "Adversity" made everyone's mood really low for a long time.
The only survivor, Cao Youning, did not appear here.
"There is no way," Qin Ci sighed slightly. "Those of us who have got the tickets, that is, those who have already entered the painting, the latest time to enter the painting is before 8 pm of the same day. After this time, you will Couldn't enter the painting anymore, and died unexpectedly within a few days.
"But when the newcomers are in the real world, it seems that they are not subject to this restriction. That is to say, when we enter the painting, if the people haven't gotten together, the time in the painting will stop until the newcomers get in.
"And the newcomer may even come to the art museum three days later in the real world to enter the painting-of course, so far this has not happened, but before the "Pure Land" painting, there was a moment due to the number of people. The time in the painting stops due to incomplete collection, so we speculate that if there is always a shortage of people, the painting will continue to stop the time in the painting until the newcomers have gathered."
"So the ones that should come will still come," Wei Dong shrugged helplessly. "You are destined to enter the painting, and you will not be able to avoid this disaster. Mr. Shao, don't worry about others, you have the guarantee. No way, in the end it will only make myself full of frustration and powerlessness."
Shao Ling was silent again.
"If you don't see it and don't worry, let's go, it's time to open," Ke Xun said, standing up, "Let's go in first, so as not to worry about other people, who should always be who."
With a "crack", Luo Ling almost missed his hand and dropped the cup, clutching his stomach and looking up at Ke Xun, "Well, let's go in? Don't wait anymore? I want to go to the bathroom..."
"Go." Ke Xun shook his shoulder. "Go in early. We can still have enough time to understand the environment in the painting. It's better to enter early than late. You can't avoid this."
Luo Ling's lips trembled, and he pulled Ke Xun's arm to barely stand up: "I'm not going, then let's... go in."
A group of people stepped on the snow and slowly headed towards the art gallery.
Luo Ling walked at the end. If it weren't for Ke Xun to pull him, he would have soft legs and wanted to sit on the ground several times.
Just like a child who is afraid of going to the hospital for an injection, the closer he gets to the clinic where the injection is given, the more afraid he wants to escape, the more nervous and fearful.
Ke Xun dragged him to his side, stretched his arms around his shoulders, and led him to move forward. While walking, he hummed a song in his mouth intentionally to relieve him: "The cool breeze blows gently until quietly. Entering my clothes, I can't hear the sound in summer...You can't count the enthusiasm, but you don't need to be frightened anymore—wind and rain—"
"Blow and blow... let the wind blow... take away all the sorrow, who is in the wind..." Luo Ling hummed with a trembling voice, and a string of tears fell on the muddy snow below her feet.