"When night falls, all you have is death." The man in the colorful robe finally spoke the first words.
"As long as we don't violate the death conditions, we still have four nights." Mu Yiran replied coldly.
Wei Dong’s voice floated from afar: “Boss Mu, we are both purple. If we add up all the colors and contribute them, won’t we become a condensed version of a little man…” - Wei Dong’s voice sounded distant and miserable.
"All the colors are just symbols," Mu Yiran stared at the shadowless man in front of him, "We contribute a few drops of blood, only a few drops."
The man sneered: "I can take all of your things at will."
"What would happen if you were separated from your shadow for too long?" Mu Yiran suddenly asked back.
This person's face looked ugly, even a little angry.
The four members exchanged brief glances with each other. Perhaps it was because of these few paintings that they all had a rare tacit understanding.
"We have many ways to destroy the mirror house." Qin Ci said this with the rigor of a doctor, which surprisingly had a scientific persuasiveness. "At least it can prevent people looking in the mirror from seeing their own reflection."
"We also have many ways to destroy the glass jar on the sixth floor of the circular building." Zhu Haowen showed a serious expression that is rarely seen in game players in a century. "At least we can make it impossible for people to open the lid."
"Our patience is limited. We don't want to spend another night or even another hour here." This time, Ke Xun was completely a bad-tempered street fighter.
With the three of them doing this, Mu Yiran began to display his cool, dialogue-free style that he was good at.
Wei Dong's voice came from a distance: "Let's do this, we pay a few drops of blood, you get me an autograph, we both win~"
Weidong's tone was completely that of a small trader trying to force a sale.
The man seemed to be pondering this seemingly overbearing proposal.
Zhu Haowen secretly looked at the green patterned clothes on his body. Now, the only colors missing on this man were purple and green.
I don’t know what happened to Shi Zhendong who was bewitched. He, like me, belongs to the green color.
It was almost noon, and the whole maze appeared bright and vibrant, and the whole castle was glowing with bright and charming colors.
Shi Zhendong paced angrily in the room nailed with wooden bars. Those members had left and never came back. Perhaps they had found the signatures, or perhaps they were in danger.
If these people really found the signature, Shi Zhendong didn't believe they would abandon him. He was just bewitched by the painting, but he was still alive. As long as he walked out of the painting with everyone, he would save his life.
If they abandon themselves, it would be tantamount to killing themselves.
Shi Zhendong calmed down for a moment and thought about it from his own perspective. If he were in Ke Xun's position, how would he deal with "Shi Zhendong"? They would definitely try to stay away from him, fearing that he would be bewitched again; but after they found the signature, they would not abandon him - is there any way to have both?
Shi Zhendong figured this out and began to look around the room. He thought these people must have left a way out for him.
Sure enough, Shi Zhendong found an axe in the gap between the furniture and the wall. The axe was rusty and not very handy. If he wanted to chop open the wooden bars of the door or window, it would probably take several hours - during this time, if Ke Xun and the others failed, they would find a way to shackle him again; if during this time, those people found the signature as expected, he could also get out before dark, but he would be one step later than those people.
When Shi Zhendong thought of this, he swung his rusty axe and chopped at the wooden bars on the window...
At this moment in the maze, the shadowless man, wearing a loose robe, walked towards the person closest to him - Zhu Haowen - with an expressionless face.
Zhu Haowen took a deep breath and felt his companions slowly surrounding him from all directions. He gradually felt more confident.
The pattern on the person in front of him suddenly changed: long green lines suddenly appeared in the red, yellow, blue, purple and orange patterns. The change was so sudden that Zhu Haowen shivered involuntarily.
These green lines are exactly Shi Zhendong's patterns.
The purple patterns on this person's body came from the few drops of blood contributed by Mu Yiran and Wei Dong just now.
All eyes were focused on the green lines. The man said expressionlessly, "Your partner was ultimately unable to get rid of his inner demons. I have made too many deals with him. He has become part of the painting and cannot leave."
I didn't expect that this person would take action against Shi Zhendong right now. Does this mean that everyone is not far from being released?
None of the members said a word, just watching the man walk towards the wall of green plants. His thin hands groped among the plants for a while, and then he opened an invisible door.
The man walked into the door, his back looking gloomy.
When everyone rushed over, the door had closed automatically.
Everyone pushed aside the plants covering the door, gradually restoring the true appearance of this ancient wooden door.
On the mottled wooden door, there were two clear letters in rich black color - RR.
The handwriting is casual and artistic, just like the reflection of the signature seen in the mirror room just now, each R is slightly tilted to the lower right.
As for whether the man who has left finally defeated his inner demons, no one can tell.
Although he was wearing colorful clothes, the words he wrote were as black as the caves in Tongzhou.
The signature on the door emitted a dazzling light, and a huge picture frame appeared in front of everyone.
Even though they guessed the result, everyone still found it incredible when they looked at the picture frame.
This is the first time he appears in the painting in a relaxed manner, and the five familiar companions are all still there. I should be secretly happy, but I also feel sad.
When the five men passed through the darkness and saw the light again, they did not feel it was dazzling. Compared with the color of the painting, the color of the real world seemed gray and monotonous.
The painting in front of them was composed of many bright colors and seemed to have no pattern, but those circles, diamonds, lines and other patterns all had extraordinary meanings to them.
The composition of these patterns resembles a maze, and the author's signature is rarely signed in the middle of the picture, with black letters writing Rongrang's signature abbreviation: RR.
There are only five members in this exhibition hall at the moment, and the walls are filled with various brightly colored Fauvist paintings.
"Let's go." Qin Ci reminded.
Everyone walked out of the exhibition hall silently, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw a huge oil painting.
The paint on the painting had not yet dried, and all five men were stained with paint.
Wei Dong took a look at the horrible T-shirt, but he had a look of feeling like he had survived a disaster: "Oh my god, I was so scared just now, I thought I was going to be in the painting again!"
Soon a volunteer walked out from behind the painting and said, "I'm so sorry. I saw that there was no one in the exhibition hall just now, so I just pushed the work in!"
The person who spoke was Ye Ningchenyi, and standing next to her was Miao Zipei.
Both of them expressed their endless apologies and insisted on compensating for the clothes of several people, but Ke Xun and others refused more firmly.
Ye Ningchen was about to say something when he suddenly heard someone outside shouting, "Mi Wei fainted! Call an ambulance!"
When the two heard this, they hurried over to see what was happening.
Ke Xun and his companions then left the exhibition hall. They first went to the bathroom to wash off the oil paint on their arms and faces, and then left the art museum with their clothes covered in various colors.
"How long will Mi Wei and the others stay in this world?" Zhu Haowen asked.
"At most a week, at least immediately." Qin Ci replied, and touched his trouser pocket and found a ticket already there. "Next stop, the Box Art Museum."
The world before our eyes has passed along with the previous painting. People are even unwilling to say a few more words to the people in the previous paintings. They have to say goodbye no matter what - too many separations of life and death cannot make people completely numb.
"Let's change our clothes first. This outfit is too eye-catching." Wei Dong looked at the heavily painted people. "Those passers-by thought we were doing body art."
This university art gallery is located on a youth street behind the university, with small clothing shops on the side of the street.
So, a few people walked into a store selling casual clothing.
The store is very small, and the walls are covered with all kinds of T-shirts, with prints that are too avant-garde and sharp, and seem a bit old-fashioned - a bright pink hand with the middle finger raised; a mustard green female demon with six pairs of breastfeeding tools; a giant foot with many colored ointments on the soles...
The other wall is all cute, with T-shirts printed with various fruits and foods.
"Let me have a banana one." Ke Xun directly chose one with a banana pattern and took off one with a pineapple pattern. "Yiran, you take this one."
In addition to the whole pineapple, there are also pineapple rings that are cut into slices and have their cores scooped out. Mu Yiran frowned and directly chose another one, which had a few thick and sturdy sugarcane plants printed on it.
“…”
Zhu Haowen selected a few emerald green and bright red watermelons and printed them on a cream-yellow T-shirt, giving it an inexplicable 1980s small town style.
Qin Ci chose the most inconspicuous white T-shirt with a few green olives on it.
"This is the only one I have. I love marshmallows!" Wei Dong changed into a new T-shirt directly. It was sky blue in color with chocolate-colored balls all over it, revealing the snow-white flesh inside.
Zhu Haowen took a look and said, "This is not Maltesers."
"This is coconut! Coco is cocoa, nut is nut~" Wei Dong sometimes really admires his translation comprehension ability, "This is a kind of marshmallows containing nuts~"
Zhu Haowen wanted to say something, but he swallowed it down anyway. Just call it M&Ms. It has been in and out of paintings so many times, so why bother about whether it is coconut or M&Ms.
So, five grown men collectively walked on the street wearing fruit T-shirts, which was an indescribable contrast.
"Are you going back to S City directly? I'll go with you." The person who spoke was Zhu Haowen. "My cousin is getting married in two days, in S City."
"Oh, this is going to be a lively time," Wei Dong hadn't finished his words when he heard Qin Ci say, "I happen to have a week-long medical exchange meeting in S City."
Ke Xun, who was wearing a banana T-shirt, tilted his head and looked at Mu Yiran, who was wearing a sugarcane T-shirt. "How about the five of us get together in my territory? Celebrate surviving the disaster?"
Mu Yiran didn't have a cold face this time. He still looked handsome in the fruit T-shirt, and it was as if he had turned the sugarcane into a purple bamboo: "I'm busy these two days, I have to make some time."
Qin Ci smiled and said, "Then we will wait for your arrangement. We have lived and died together for such a long time, but we have never sat down together to have a meal outside. It's really a bit unreasonable."
"Yes, yes, let's not go to a restaurant, let's go to Ke'er's house! Let him prepare a table for us!" Wei Dong looked like he was the host.
"Yes, let's get to know each other!" Ke Xun also said with a smile.