Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

"What?! Is this the real work?" Xu Minglang asked in shock.

Zhou Xuerong nodded firmly.

Xu Minglang asked in confusion: "But how can you be sure that it's not a modern imitation painting?"

Zhou Xuerong took Xu Minglang's hand, brought him in front of him, and asked him to pay attention to the girl's skirt.

"This is a kind of pigment called 'lead white', because of its strong covering power, fast drying and strong conjunctiva, it appears in large quantities in medieval oil paintings, and is mostly used to paint pure white clothes."

"...So?" Xu Minglang looked at the large area of ​​white, only felt that it was a little gray, and didn't think it was anything unusual.

"This kind of white lead itself is poisonous, and not just any painter could use it in the Middle Ages. Generally, famous people would use white lead." Zhou Xuerong slowed down his speech, and his tone was soft like a refined teacher, " Combined with the superb technique of the whole painting, it is not inferior to any well-known painter, and it stands to reason that it should be well-known to the world."

Zhou Xuerong pointed to the English abbreviation in the lower right corner of the portrait, and shook his head lightly: "It may also be that I am ignorant. I don't know of a painter whose abbreviation is 'WGA' that meets these conditions. all different."

"You mean that this painting is from an unknown eighteenth-century painter?"

"Yes." Zhou Xuerong added, "Not only that, you see, this lead white tends to interact with the hydrogen sulfide in the air, and it tends to turn gray and black after a long time."

Xu Minglang let out an "oh—" and realized that his sense of sex was quite keen.

Zhou Xuerong said: "No one would imitate the work of an unknown person."

Xu Minglang made sense after thinking about it, and asked again: "Is it possible that it is an original work by modern people?"

"Impossible." Zhou Xuerong shook his head, "The costumes and interior decoration in this painting are very elegant and full of the atmosphere of the times. If it is not a complete copy, it is difficult to create such a painting out of the times. And, brother, you should also be able to feel it. , the smell of an old thing in front of your eyes is different."

Xu Minglang let out a "hmm", but rubbed his fingers guilty.He didn't feel that the painting had any antique flavor, only that it was weird.

"But there's one thing I can't figure out..." Zhou Xuerong rubbed her chin and said, "Such a young girl is not wearing a formal dress, and her posture is very casual. It's really not like the way portraits of that era would express." .”

Seeing that Zhou Xuerong was so concerned about this painting, although Xu Minglang didn't want to disturb people's elegance, he also appraised paintings according to the occasion.So he still spoke out his worries: "Do you think we are trapped here, is it related to this painting? Or, this may be a clue that we need to decipher?"

"It's not impossible." Zhou Xuerong said, holding the frame on both sides, took down the portrait, and put it on the bed.There was nothing unusual on the wall, no matter how Xu Minglang groped and observed, it was just an ordinary wall, and the possibility of a secret door behind it was ruled out.

It seems that the mystery of the room lies in this painting.

So Xu Minglang endured his fear again, and looked at every detail of the painting.Because he loved reading suspense novels in college, he pays special attention to the details of the dark parts in the paintings, because the information often conveyed in the stories is expressed in a very secret way.

Standing behind him, Zhou Xuerong watched him survey meticulously like Detective Polo, and couldn't help but feel happy.But when he turned his eyes back to the face of the girl in the painting, he slowly suppressed his smile, and a bone-chilling chill rose in his eyes.

"I've searched everything. There are no hidden clues in the painting." Xu Minglang straightened up with a frustrated expression on his face, and when he turned his head to look at Zhou Xuerong, the other party had already changed into his usual indifferent expression.He glanced at Zhou Xuerong, and always felt that the other party was a bit depressed, or that he had a negative force that couldn't be concealed, so he stared at the pair of brown crystals for a while, feeling that he was affected by the depressing decoration of the room, so he would Such nonsense.

Xu Minglang asked, "Can I touch this painting?"

Zhou Xuerong smiled and made a "please" gesture.

Xu Minglang touched it for a while, the feeling was normal, and the picture didn't change in any way.Now he really gave up, it seems that this painting is just a cover-up.

Zhou Xuerong helped hang up the painting, and then looked at the clock on the table. An hour had passed since they entered the suite.Unlike before, only the two of them were trapped this time, without any clues around them, and there was no crisis that forced them to hurry up.

Could it be that the end of this round of failure is to be trapped here until starving to death?

Thinking of this, Xu Minglang couldn't sit still anymore, and he had to check the room again in a hurry, trying not to let go of the cotton wicks in the pillow.But this time, he was not looking for the "door", but trying to trigger something that might be hidden, trying to actively open the game.

"Don't just stand there, look again in the living room to see if there is anything suspicious, and don't miss any details." Xu Minglang's voice came from under the table, "Many games are like this. The player can trigger the plot by himself.”

Zhou Xuerong watched Xu Minglang's half body arched under the table, exposing a pair of kneeling long legs, thought for a while, and asked, "Brother...forgive me?"

That posture paused, and soon shook again.Xu Minglang came out after a while, patted his coat and said, "Leave these things for later..."

"But I just want to hear it now."

Xu Minglang had a face of "Are you serious?", only when he saw Zhou Xuerong's firm gaze, he could not believe that Zhou Xuerong was not joking.

Xu Minglang pinched the bridge of his nose, and said helplessly: "I don't think your problem is valid at all. The matter has come to this point, is it something that I can unilaterally solve if I don't forgive you? You killed someone. Even if I forgive you So what, will the law let you go? Will the public opinion of the people let you go?"

"I don't care about those." Zhou Xuerong said and approached suddenly, Xu Minglang instinctively stepped back, the light in his eyes immediately dimmed, "I just want to know, what do you think of me?"

Xu Minglang suddenly felt something was wrong.Zhou Xuerong's sudden sensibility made him think that maybe Zhou Xuerong knew something...

"Do you know something?" Xu Minglang asked, "Tell me."

Zhou Xuerong's eyes moved, and he shook his head: "I just want an answer."

"You..." Xu Minglang had nothing to say, Zhou Xuerong really couldn't understand it with normal thinking.What kind of weird person is it that can disregard the checks and balances of the law and the eyes of the world, and only need one person's answer...

When Xu Minglang thought of the wall covered with his own photos, the sculpture made of his own face, and the humiliation he suffered that night, his blood surged for a moment, and it was good not to curse.

"Don't force others to make things difficult for you." Xu Minglang only said one sentence.

Zhou Xuerong lowered her head.

Xu Minglang put his hands into his trouser pockets at a loss, but he felt the earrings inside.He took it out, spread it in the palm of his hand, and asked, "I found this earring in your bathroom. Do you have anything to say?"

Zhou Xuerong's face changed, and he clenched his fists: "I don't understand."

"This is my earring."

"Really?" Zhou Xuerong said as usual.

"Although this style was common back then, I bent the earrings myself." Xu Minglang pinched the earrings, and stretched the bent end upwards in front of Zhou Xuerong, "You won't tell me that this is a Coincidence?"

Zhou Xuerong obviously didn't want to get entangled in this issue, said "It's getting late", turned around and walked to the living room.

Xu Minglang clenched his fists and let the ear acupuncture hurt his palms. In an instant, all the confusion and anger accumulated in the past two days could no longer be suppressed.He shouted at the back: "Look, that's it. You don't say anything, but you expect me to understand you."

Zhou Xuerong stopped walking, the line of his jaw was tense, his throat was throbbing, but in the end he turned around and entered the living room without saying a word.

Xu Minglang smiled wryly, moved the stool and sat down.It was obviously an urgent situation, but he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't want to think about anything.

"Om—" Xu Minglang straightened up, as if he heard someone talking!

He held his breath and listened intently.After a few seconds of silence, the human voice as thin as a mosquito sounded again.

Xu Minglang was terrified, but he restrained his fear, and instead moved his body closer to the place he thought was closest to the source of the sound, which was the wall next to the mirror.He pressed his ears tightly, and heard his heart beating like a drum, and then a girl suddenly and clearly heard it in his ears...

"anyone there--"

Xu Minglang was stunned.Because he recognized that the voice was none other than Ye Jiawen who had already retrieved the lost thing.