Volume 1 Faith Chapter 2 Corgi and Mooney~
Ke Xun took the phone away from his ear and smiled into the microphone: "Then let's see you in the next painting."
This way you don't have to hear the other person say goodbye.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Yiran received a text message from Ke Xun. It was his V signal, but his address was not attached.
Obviously waiting for him to add his WeChat.
Mu Yiran stared at the number with a gloomy face for a long time, and finally added him despite being quite reluctant.
The man's avatar was an eye, Ke Xun's own eye, clearly black and white, with a smile on it, and distinct curves at the corners and ends of the eyes. Looking closely, there seemed to be something in the pupils. He clicked on it to enlarge it, and saw four small words: What are you looking at?
Mu Yiran: "..."
This guy's nickname is Corgi.
Mu Yiran: "..."
The message from "Corgi" came back soon: Mooney, my male god! Muah!
Mooney: Address.
Corgi:)))8"
Mooney:)))1"
Corgi:)))10"
Mooney:)) )4”
Corgi: Okay, I’ll send you our local specialties later.
Mooney: I'm off.
Corgi: Please take care, please come often [色/se]
Just before Mu Yiran closed the dialog box, he found that the Corgi's avatar had been replaced by a stick figure with black lines on a white background, a crooked mouth and slanted eyes.
The next morning, Weidong came into the room.
"Huh? I was waiting to catch you in bed, why are you alone here?" Wei Dong pulled back the quilt on Ke Xun, revealing a half-naked single dog.
Ke Xun pulled the quilt over himself and wrapped it around himself again, closing his eyes and saying, "Go away."
"Gua your uncle, guaa, get up quickly." Wei Dong kicked him.
Ke Xun sat up and rubbed his hair: "What?"
Wei Dong was a little anxious: "What are you talking about? Hurry up and think of a solution. There are only twelve days left. Do you really want to go into the painting again?"
Ke Xun yawned: "You make it sound like you have a way to avoid entering the painting."
Wei Dong paused and sighed: "Everything depends on human efforts. What if there is a way?"
Ke Xun looked up at him and said, "Boss Mu and Doctor Qin can't do anything about it. Do you think we two poor students can be better than them?"
Wei Dong pulled his hair, "I don't want to accept my fate! When I went back and saw my mother yesterday, I rushed over to her. I couldn't bear to leave her, even though she slapped me so hard that my teeth were all over the floor... I didn't dare to tell them about the painting, for fear that they would think their son was crazy. I didn't sleep for half the night last night, and I wrote a suicide note for them in my room. As I was writing, I burst into tears. I don't want to die, Ke'er! I still have a good life to enjoy! I don't even have a girlfriend!"
Ke Xun lowered his head to put on his clothes, washed up in the bathroom, and went into the kitchen.
Wei Dong followed him in, watching Ke Xun cooking milk, frying eggs, and cutting ham. He was in a daze for a while, muttering, "Looking at these, I realized how beautiful the peaceful and ordinary days are... The more I think about it, the more unwilling I feel. Why did you choose me..."
"I think everything has a cause," Ke Xun tied his head while cutting bread, "but this cause may only be found in the painting. We have only entered one painting, and we know nothing about the other paintings, so we can't find any connections or clues from them. So instead of complaining here, we might as well be more positive and think of a way to safely deal with the next painting. Then maybe we can find a breakthrough."
"You have a point," Wei Dong said, trying to cheer himself up. "But how do we deal with the next painting? We don't even know what the painting is about."
Ke Xun made two simple sandwiches, put them on a plate and handed one to Wei Dong, then sat down at the dining table: "We'll go find the pancake stand owner later. We have to go into the next painting together, so why don't we get together and think of a solution first."
However, when the two arrived at the place where the pancake stall owner usually set up his stall, they didn't see anyone.
"That guy's mental state isn't good, he'll probably need a few days to recover," Weidong said.
Ke Xun asked the owner of a nearby stall that also sold breakfast and snacks for the pancake stall owner's cell phone number, and then called him.
No one answered.
"Does anyone know where he lives?" Ke Xun asked.
The egg-filled pancake owner pointed in a direction and said, "He rents a house in Xingfu Community."
"Thank you." Ke Xun called Wei Dong and ran towards the Xingfu Community.
I entered the door and asked the security guard which building the man who pushed the pancake cart every day lived in, and then I found his door.
After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered. The two looked at each other and saw the neighbor opened the door and poked his head out: "Don't knock, there's no one at his house."
Ke Xun: "Do you know where he went?"
Neighbor: “They took him away from the mental hospital.”
Wei Dong was surprised: "Mental hospital?"
Neighbor: "Yes, a perfectly normal person suddenly went crazy, smashing things and banging his head against the wall, crying so hard that blood came out of his eyes and head, and he almost pushed his wife off the balcony."
Ke Xun and Wei Dong looked at each other, and Ke Xun asked, "What about his wife?"
Neighbor: "We went to the mental hospital to handle the paperwork. I guess her husband will have to stay in the hospital for a long time. I heard from the doctor that his condition is quite serious. Maybe he will never come out after he goes in."
After going downstairs, Wei Dong's eyes were filled with fear: "Do you think this could be a sequelae from the painting? Are we going to go crazy all of a sudden?"
Ke Xun took out his cell phone and dialed the number. After three rings, he answered: "Boss, the pancake stand owner is crazy. Is there anything to say about this?"
Weidong looked at him with eyes wide open.
Mu Yiran paused for a moment and said, "This is the mandatory restriction rule of the 'painting'. Once you tell others about your experiences in the painting, or the existence of the world in the painting, you will most likely be regarded as a lunatic, and the 'painting' will turn you into a real lunatic, a mental patient, and drive you crazy until death."
Ke Xun also paused: "... Damn. This way of being harmonized is quite smooth sailing."
Mu Yiran said calmly: "So, whether you write a suicide note or make a will, don't mention the painting to outsiders. It's useless."
Wei Dong leaned in nearby and heard what was going on. He sighed, "This is really fucking hard to explain."
"Is there anything else?" Mu asked happily.
Ke Xun glanced around and lowered his voice: "Boss, since you often hang out abroad, can you get a gun?"
Mu Yiran chuckled on the other end of the phone, seeming to be mocking, but also helpless: "It's useless, it will become ineffective. I tried to use it when I entered the second painting, and it was completely unusable after entering.
"It's not just guns, other cold weapons are the same. Qin Ci brought a sharp scalpel, and after he went in, not only did the tip of the knife become rounded, but the entire blade became five or six centimeters thick, just like a piece of scrap metal.
“Not to mention that there is a security check when entering the museum, and no prohibited items can be brought in, whether on your body or in your bag.
“Even everyday objects will have their corresponding functions blocked after entering the painting. For example, a mobile phone will usually only retain the functions of checking time and lighting. Depending on the era of the painting, it may occasionally retain the functions of taking pictures or playing music.
"As for what other things will become after being included in the painting, you can try it out."
After hanging up the phone, Ke Xun spread his hands towards Wei Dong and said, "There's no other way. Go back and practice the talisman-drawing skills of the Maoshan Taoist priests."
Wei Dong thought for a moment and said, "We can't bring prohibited weapons, so why don't we prepare some other things that can be used? For example, flashlights, tents, food, ropes, etc. What do you think?"
Ke Xun laughed and said, "Did you see Mu Yiran and Dr. Qin bring anything with them when they painted the last picture?"
Wei Dong was startled: "It seems like I didn't bring anything."
Ke Xun: "According to my guess, first of all, 'Painting' won't let us starve to death, otherwise there would be no need to create anything horrible to harm us. Just trap us in a room without doors or windows and deprive us of food, and we will all die. Why bother with all that? As for tents and the like, in the face of life and death, I guess no one would be so particular about them. Bringing them would not be a burden. So, the masters would just stay the same in the face of all changes. They might as well just go in without bringing anything."
Wei Dong: "I'm not an expert. I just want to have a good meal before I die. I strongly request that you let me bring a few packs of chocolate beef jerky next time I enter the painting."
Twelve days later, Wei Dong and Ke Xun arrived at Exhibition Hall No. 3 of Changhe Art Museum with a backpack of food, but they found that bringing their own food was useless.
The process of entering the second painting was no different from the first. First, all the lights went out, and soon a beam of light without a light source came on again, shining on one of the paintings hanging in the exhibition hall.
Before being sucked into the painting, Ke Xun tried his best to open his eyes wide to see the picture clearly, but he could only see a blurry and colorful picture. In the midst of this colorful picture, there was a pair of thin eyes with distinct black and white, with drooping eyelids, filled with a kind and joyful smile.
It took Ke Xun a long time to open his eyes because it was too bright. He suddenly went from a pitch-black art gallery hall to a very bright place.
What comes into view are blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and blinding sunlight.
It's like a tourist destination.
Ke Xun was stunned. He had been prepared for a spooky and terrifying scene, but he didn't expect the style to change so suddenly .
He turned to look at Wei Dong beside him, and they were both petrified on the spot.
“…What the hell…” Wei Dong looked at him with his mouth open.
Both of them were dressed in tattered clothes.
"So we are going to play beggars this time?" Wei Dong lowered his head and stretched his robe-like clothes. "Why does this style look so much like the grey wizard Gandalf?"
Ke Xun was just wondering which era this outfit belonged to when he heard someone call out from a distance, "This way."
Following the sound, I saw it was the doctor Qin Ci, who was also wearing similar clothes and sitting on a big rock. There were a few people standing next to him. In addition to Ma Zhenhua, who survived in the previous painting, there were three or five unfamiliar faces, all with expressions of fear and confusion.
Ke Xun and Wei Dong walked over and took a few glances at the newcomers. They saw two young girls, who looked to be only about 10** years old, one was tall and slim, the other was slightly plump and a little short.
The tall one is a beautiful woman with long hair. Her face is pale and there are tears in the corners of her eyes.
The slightly plump man looked inconspicuous, wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and looked dazed with fear.
Among the others, a young man in his twenties was fiddling with his phone, and the rest looked like a family of three, a middle-aged couple in their forties with a child who looked like a junior high school student.
Ke Xun frowned, a surge of anger rushing to his head.
And there are children.
And there are children!
"Fuck!" Ke Xun couldn't help himself and kicked a stone away, scaring the newcomers so much that they shivered and looked at him nervously.
