First Film Chapter 7 Clocks
"When did the clock upstairs turn into a blue pattern?" Mu Yiran quickly caught Miao Zipei's words and asked immediately.
"I can't tell the exact time." Miao Zipei's eyes subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. "When I walked out of the room this morning, I looked at the time in the hall. It was 6:55. At that time, the clock face was still bright orange. Later, everyone found out that something happened in the red bedroom, so they all went into the room to see He Yu... After everyone walked out of the room, they were not in a good mood. When I reached the first floor hall, I looked up at the clock and suddenly found that the color turned green. It was probably less than 7:30 at that time."
"The matter with the clock must be related to the whole incident." Mi Wei looked at Miao Zipei, complaining that he had not told her about this earlier.
Miao Zipei: "Everyone was discussing other things at the time, so I didn't have a chance to say anything..."
This boy who majored in fine arts is a little slow, but his observation ability is much better than that of ordinary people.
Everyone was silent for a moment, slowly digesting this matter.
Shi Zhendong peeled a banana for his girlfriend and ate a green apple himself, trying to avoid the bright red fruits.
"How is our workload this morning?" Qin Ci asked everyone.
Ye Ningchen in the purple room was the first to say, "I have finished almost one can."
Guo Lixia in the blue room also reported her own amount: "I got almost two jars."
Miao Zipei in the yellow room said, "I made one and a half jars."
Shi Zhendong in the green room smiled sheepishly: "I only made half a can."
Qin Ci rearranged the work according to the workload of each room: "The current workload is not very optimistic, because we cannot predict what emergencies may occur in the afternoon. I suggest that we work together before lunch and try to complete more than half of the work."
Guo Lixia, who completed the most tasks, had the most say at this time: "Our team leader should go find signatures, Beibei and I will do it."
Xin Beibei looked at Guo Lixia and said, "Sister Guo, didn't you say you would take the responsibility yourself..."
Shi Zhendong hurriedly pushed his girlfriend and didn't let her finish her words.
Guo Lixia said while eating grapes: "Some people have to be able to help. There is nothing new to discover. They just keep yelling."
Xin Beibei wanted to say something, but Shi Zhendong said, "Beibei, you stay and work. It's only an hour before lunch. We might as well hurry up and finish the task in the morning so that we can go together to look for things in the afternoon."
Everyone had no objection, and after eating the fruit and washing their hands, they returned to their rooms to continue working.
Mu Yiran did not return to the room immediately, but stood under the clock and observed it carefully. Ke Xun walked slowly to his side and asked, " What did you see last night?"
Mu Yiran crossed his arms and said, "Zhang Tianwei was probably dragged away from the window. There is a moon-shaped pattern in the window frame that belongs to him."
It seems that the scene that Mu Yiran saw last night was similar to that of Ke Xun. The red room was located in the middle of the five rooms, and the trajectory of Zhang Tianwei being dragged away was from right to left, which means that he passed through the blue and purple rooms on the left side of the red room. The other two rooms should not have noticed it.
"Did you also see that large area of black?" Ke Xun told the most terrifying "nightmare" of last night.
Mu Yiran nodded: "The black piece should be the one that took Zhang Tianwei away."
"This world itself is very strange. Even during the day, there is always a feeling of being in another dimension. It is even more obvious at night. It is simply a world of silhouettes, including myself." Ke Xun wanted to give himself enough reason to be sure - Zhang Tianwei was dragged along the window in a weightless flat state.
Mu Yiran's eyes seemed to see through everything: "Zhang Tianwei was not without weight last night. The pattern belonging to him was a little shaky, and it was far less smooth than the trajectory of the black shadow."
"Black shadow?" Ke Xun grasped these two key words, and finally someone broke the news. "If the black color is a shadow, then it fits the theme of this painting - Shadow."
"If it's a shadow, it would be difficult to drag the entity. Even opening a window would be difficult to do." Mu Yiran pointed out his own analysis bottleneck.
"Like Hao Wen'er said, things like opening windows can be done by 'people', but things like climbing walls and dragging entities may be difficult for living people to help with." Ke Xun felt that the weirdness of this world was subversive in some way, especially the fact that people could change their dimensional state, which made people feel that their power was smaller than that of an ant.
"I'm not sure how many shadows there were last night." Mu Yiran subconsciously looked at his own and Ke Xun's shadows, which were still dark purple with lemon green borders. "No matter how powerful the power behind the painting is, all people and things here must follow the rules of the painting, including those shadows."
Indeed, the boss in the painting must strictly follow the rules of death to kill people, otherwise the game cannot continue.
Ke Xun looked up at the clock covered with green patterns: "I don't know much about these colors, but I think the clocks on our two floors and the clocks in the circular building are not in the same system and represent different meanings."
The clock in the circular building has no patterns and a completely red background, as red as the red liquid flowing out of the room.
That clock gave people a very unlucky feeling, as if the color of the clock face was specially set for the dead.
At this moment, the clocks in this room are showing colors that do not match the colors of any other room - orange and blue. I don't know what these represent.
Ke Xun originally thought that this Fauvist painting would show a bold and decisive style, but who knew it also possessed such meticulous logic. In fact, it is not difficult to get out of the painting. As long as these puzzles are solved and the logic of the events is straightened out, the painter's signature can be found smoothly.
"It's almost 11 o'clock, let's go to work." Before returning to the blue room, Ke Xun went to the bathroom first. The bathroom was on the other side of the hall. The door was a natural wood color. These natural wood doors symbolize freedom and harmlessness.
Mu Yiran seemed to be still concentrating on something. Ke Xun didn't have the habit of asking her friends and boyfriend to go to the bathroom together, so she went in alone.
When Ke Xun came out, he found that Mu Yiran was staring at the door of the blue room with an extremely unnatural expression.
"Yes?" Ke Xun walked up and patted the other person's shoulder. "Yes."
Mu Yiran seemed to come back to his senses, and looked at Ke Xun with slightly distracted eyes: "Ke Xun, there was a problem just now."
"What did you see?" Ke Xun wanted to give the other person a heartwarming gesture of "Don't be afraid, hug me"...
"Now that I think about it, maybe what I saw just now was an illusion." Mu Yiran looked at the blue door again. The door had returned to normal. "Maybe that door was calling me in."
"What do you mean? Is my door trying to seduce men for me..."
Mu Yiran simply ignored Ke Xun's casual flirtation, stood up and prepared to return to his purple room.
"Yiran, Yiran," Ke Xun thought the name was particularly flammable and explosive, and it could ignite hormones. "What happened just now?"
Mu Yiran opened the purple door and looked inside, his expression more certain: "What I just saw was that Weidong walked out of our room and went directly into the blue room. After the blue door was opened, many friends actually gathered in the room."
"Fuck, don't scare me."
"I was the only one in the hall at that time, and you broke the illusion when you appeared." Mu Yiran's brows were still slightly furrowed.
"This hallucination is quite scary," Ke Xun looked around the bright and harmless hall. "In the hallucination just now, were you able to fight it? Or do you still have your own judgment?"
"I was conscious, but I thought the phenomenon was very strange, so I didn't act rashly."
"In other words, if it were someone else, they would most likely be summoned by a door of a different color." Just as Ke Xun finished saying this, he suddenly heard a chuckle in the hall.
This chuckle came unexpectedly, and it instantly made people shudder. ——After careful analysis, this chuckle clearly came from the NPC with the sweet voice.
Along with the chuckle came the familiar music again. The NPC's sweet voice sounded: "I'll play some music for everyone. I hope everyone can enjoy their work accompanied by beautiful music."
Ke Xun and Mu looked at each other in silence, feeling that even in the daytime, everyone's every move could not escape the hidden eyes in the castle.
So, the two of them walked into the door of their own color and enjoyed the wonderful work.
The two women in the blue room were almost finishing all the work. Of course, the main labor force was Guo Lixia, and Xin Beibei was just helping out clumsily on the side.
"Sister Guo, you guys take a break, I'll do the rest." Ke Xun sat down on a small stool and carefully put the processed blue berries into the bottle.
Guo Lixia was also a little tired, so she sat down on the armchair next to her: "This is far less work than when we were in the garment factory. We worked day and night back then."
Ke Xun just buried his head in his work and didn't want to know too much about the personal and family situations of these members. The more he knew, the greater the psychological burden would be. After all, most of the people here were going to "stay".
Some of the members who became the people in the painting were just passers-by to me, but some became an indelible mark in my life.
"In order to buy a brand-name computer for my son, I worked overtime for a month. It was only because I was young that I took advantage of it, otherwise I would have been hospitalized due to exhaustion!" Guo Lixia patted her waist and talked about the past.
Ke Xun couldn't help but answer, "Sister Guo's son should be in college now, right?"
Guo Lixia lowered her eyes, making it impossible to read her expression. "He's in college abroad. His father went abroad that year and took his son away three years ago. My son actually wanted to follow me." Guo Lixia paused as she pounded her waist. "I don't have much ability, so I can't hinder my child's future."
The topic was a bit heavy, Ke Xun smiled and said, "When your son returns to China, Sister Guo will enjoy her life."
Guo Lixia smiled bitterly and said nothing more.
Xin Beibei stood up to wash her hands and changed the subject: "Team Leader, did you know Zhu Haowen before?"
"We've been through three paintings together, what's wrong?"
"Is that guy a gay?"
"What's wrong with GAY?" In Ke Xun's heart, this word has always existed in capital letters.
Xin Beibei rubbed the soap bubbles in her hands: "Nothing, I just think this guy is a sinister gay, or a deadbeat who has a lot of bad intentions. "
Ke Xun laughed out loud: "I'm just wondering, what happened to Hao Wen'er?"
"Don't you think he's really mean? And he always deliberately targets me!" Xin Beibei rolled her eyes. "I just think he's interested in our Lao Shi. Looking at his attitude towards me, he's really a bit jealous."
"Don't do that. Haowen is not that kind of person." Ke Xun didn't know Zhu Haowen very well. Regardless of whether he was gay or not, he would definitely not be jealous of a woman.
Guo Lixia couldn't help but interrupt: "Although I'm not good at English, I know what you mean by gay. I just don't understand. Flies don't bite cracked eggs. What are you worrying about? Is your boyfriend Lao Shi also abnormal?"
Xin Beibei blushed and didn't say anything for a long time.
Guo Lixia and Ke Xun looked at each other. They didn't expect that such a big gossip would be exposed.
Ke Xun: Did the old man who was pushing Hua Tui specifically target people like us?