Plane Convenience Store
Chapter 69
Hall 7.
After Qu Lan disappeared, Gao Fushuai was still standing in front of "The Last Supper".
In fact, after seeing a series of paintings in Hall 7, he also felt very strange.
Because he couldn't remember, why did he come to a place he had never heard of?
Puzzled, Duanmurong turned his attention back to "The Last Supper".
It may be his illusion, he always feels that this painting seems to be more vivid than before.
Especially the person in the painting, as if...had a soul.
Leonardo da Vinci's paintings are inherently lifelike, even if they are typefaces, they still do not detract from the style of his paintings.
But Duanmurong knew that his sense of weirdness did not come from this, but from the people in the painting, who really seemed to have life.
Impossible, how could the people in the painting be alive?
He shook his head, thinking that he must be under too much pressure, so he had hallucinations.
Not knowing why he came here, Duanmu Rong didn't have the patience to continue exploring.
Finally, holding back his impatience, he touched a place that he felt was weird. As a result, as soon as his fingertips touched the painting, he suddenly disappeared into the exhibition hall, just like Qu Lan who disappeared before.
"Huh? Where's Mr. Gao Fushuai?"
When Duanmu Rong disappeared, Bai Rou was in a trance for a moment.
When she came back to her senses, the golden tortoise husband she had been staring at had disappeared.
"In such a short moment, how could I lose track?"
The duck in its beak flew away, and Bai Rou was very annoyed.
She walked to the place where Duanmurong was standing, and stared at the painting for a while, but she couldn't see anything interesting about it.
While Bai Rou was looking at the painting, there was a dense sound of footsteps in the adjacent exhibition hall, and a large number of people were coming soon.
Hearing the dense footsteps, Bai Rou worried that the crowd would stain her clothes.
So she hurriedly stepped forward to leave, but after Duanmurong, she also became an unlucky victim.
"Ha, this is the last exhibition hall, let's go after reading this."
A family of three walked into the No. 7 exhibition hall, followed by a group of tourist groups. I don't know where they learned about this place.
"Miss Tour Guide, what's going on here? The exhibition hall in front is fine, why are there all printed pictures at the end? Is this the sincerity of your tour group?"
"Yeah, and what the hell are the other things? It's all blood, internal organs, I'm about to have a heart attack! Anyway, I don't care, you have to refund your money after seeing so many scary things !” A ruffian man yelled.
The man's painting aroused a lot of people's approval, especially the parents with a pair of children. They were worried that these blood-soaked paintings would have a bad influence on their children, and they kept clamoring for a refund. Let the tour guide give them an explanation.
"Don't worry, everyone, our travel agency is responsible for this kind of thing!"
As soon as this was said, the tour guide wanted to give herself two slaps.
How can she say that?The travel agency will never pay for this matter, the money is deducted from her salary!
The tour guide was dizzy, but she didn't have to worry about it soon, because the children brought by the parents stood in front of the "Riverside Picture on Qingming Festival" with great interest, and even tore the picture with their hands!
"Wait! Don't touch that one!"
"It's all typed drafts, how much is it worth, what's wrong with letting the children tear it up? We haven't even thought about the shitty place you arranged!"
The little boy's mother yelled and cursed, but she soon lost her arrogance.
As the child tore more and more fiercely, a corner of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" fell off.
Then, this group of people and the family of three passing by were sucked into "Along the River During Qingming Festival".
After absorbing so many people, "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" seems to have been restored to its original appearance. It has been repaired tightly, and the missing corner has also been filled.
After "The Last Supper", "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" also 'live'.
Among the hustle and bustle of ancient people, there are some more modern tourists with panic expressions.
They looked around uneasily, or wept, or cursed, with different expressions, lifelike.
This group of tourists brings life to the painting, but besides this group of tourists with different expressions, there is more of a certain same sight.
If someone stares at this painting at this time, they will find that these modern tourists have been surrounded by a group of ancient people with malicious intentions.
Those ancient 'people', no matter they were porters or boat passengers, their faces were full of appetite!
Most of the tourists in this group landed at the far right of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", while the little boy tearing up the painting was sucked into the far left of the picture alone.
Looking closely at the painting, one can vaguely see the little boy being torn apart by a herd of yellow deer.
His arms, legs, and head soon rolled to the ground in pieces, where he was eaten by deer.
Soon, the little boy turned into a pile of minced meat, and the yellow deer in the painting also returned to their original positions in twos and threes, gnawing on the grass as if nothing had happened.
If one ignores the barely traceable trace of blood on the ground and the suspicious pieces of clothes in the grass, this is probably a normal print...
"Mu Mu, the last exhibition hall is ahead."
"After reading the paintings inside, let's leave as soon as possible. This gallery gives me a weird feeling. I always feel that something bad will happen if I stay for a long time."
After seeing 6 exhibition areas along the way, the paintings changed from warm sunshine at the beginning to depression and depression.
When he was in the No. 6 exhibition area, Lu Lu had an uncomfortable reaction.
Although Mu Mu didn't express it, but looking at his stiff back, Lu Lu felt that Mu Mu must feel the same as him.
Hurriedly stepping into the seventh exhibition area, the expression on Mu Mu's face was also stiff.
As for Lu Lu, his face turned pale the moment he stepped into the exhibition area.
The talismans in his pocket were burning at an extremely fast speed. Almost in a moment, they were completely burned into a pile of ashes, losing their original warning function.
"Mu Mu, let's go!"
Lu Lu didn't have time to explain to Mu Mu.Seeing that Mu Mu was still standing there, he grabbed his hand and walked out.
Unfortunately, his reaction was still too slow.
Sensing that the two wanted to leave, a pair of ghost hands stretched out from "The Last Supper", and pulled them in with a swipe of the floor.
When Lu Lu and Lu Lu were sucked into the painting, Judas on the painting moved his head, creaking and turning his head forward.
Then he...
"what!"
With a scream, Lu Lu suddenly woke up from his coma.
"you're awake."
He heard a female voice say coldly: "There are twelve people, and you are probably the last one."
"Twelve people, what do you mean? We have thirteen people in total, who are you targeting?" a violent male voice retorted.
"Heh, whoever has a ghost in his heart knows." The cold female voice sounded again.
"You... don't think I don't hit women!"
The male voice was full of anger, and there was a dissuading voice next to him, followed by the rustling of the cloth, it should be someone who held the irritable man.
"Excuse me, where am I now?"
Lu Lu shook his head to wake himself up completely.
When he fully opened his eyes, he realized that he was sitting on a chair now.
"We are all involved in the painting and become the people in the painting."
"You know "The Last Supper", right? What we are now is the long table in the Last Supper!"
Two different voices answered him.
"what?"
Lu Lu opened his eyes wide and looked forward carefully.
As the answer said, there was indeed a long table in front of him, and he was sitting in the middle of the long table.
But unlike in "The Last Supper", the people trapped in the painting did not arrange their seats according to the positions in the painting.
On both sides of the long table, 5 and 6 people sat respectively.
The remaining two people sat on the narrow side of the long table, sitting alone.
And the female voice that answered him at the beginning came from the far left end of the long table.
"Everyone, we are all involved in the painting, and it seems that we can't get out for the time being. In this case, how about we all introduce each other and exchange information we know?"
Lu Lu looked towards the source of the voice, it was a refined man wearing glasses.
The suggestion made by the man with glasses was very good, but it was a pity that no one responded.
Feeling the awkward atmosphere at the scene, the man didn't mind, and simply introduced himself: "Everyone is silent, so I'll come first. My name is Li Yuanjun, and I'm an editor. When I first came here, I was I found a piece of paper nearby with a message written on it, I believe that other than me also found the note, right?"
Seeing that everyone was silent, Li Yuanjun said again: "By the way, I am number 11. I have this number engraved on my wrist. You should have similar numbers on your body, right?"
With that said, Li Yuanjun rolled up his sleeves and showed everyone the numbers on his wrist.
Under his demonstration, people with different thoughts stopped being silent and spoke out their numbers one after another.
"Yu Xueqing, number 8." said the cold woman at the beginning.
"I'm number 7, and my name is Xu Peipei..." a student-like girl said.
"I, my name is Bai Rou, and I'm number 12." Bai Rou's voice seemed to be about to cry, but she forcefully suppressed her sobs, which attracted the attention of several men.
……
Starting with Yu Xueqing, everyone introduced them in a counterclockwise order.
After Qu Lan's introduction, Judy followed him.
As soon as this displeased little girl opened her mouth, it caused an uproar.
"My name is Judy, and I'm number 13. Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's your fault that we were brought down here, right?" No. 3 Tang Ze asked suspiciously.
"What? What the hell are you talking about? What does this have to do with me?" Judi retorted in disbelief.
"Jud... Sister Judi, we are now in "The Last Supper". There are 13 people in total between Jesus and his disciples, and it is said that he died on Friday the 13th, so 13 is an unlucky number..."
Seeing Judi's ignorance, Bai Rou kindly opened her mouth and answered Judi's doubts in a soft tone.
After Qu Lan disappeared, Gao Fushuai was still standing in front of "The Last Supper".
In fact, after seeing a series of paintings in Hall 7, he also felt very strange.
Because he couldn't remember, why did he come to a place he had never heard of?
Puzzled, Duanmurong turned his attention back to "The Last Supper".
It may be his illusion, he always feels that this painting seems to be more vivid than before.
Especially the person in the painting, as if...had a soul.
Leonardo da Vinci's paintings are inherently lifelike, even if they are typefaces, they still do not detract from the style of his paintings.
But Duanmurong knew that his sense of weirdness did not come from this, but from the people in the painting, who really seemed to have life.
Impossible, how could the people in the painting be alive?
He shook his head, thinking that he must be under too much pressure, so he had hallucinations.
Not knowing why he came here, Duanmu Rong didn't have the patience to continue exploring.
Finally, holding back his impatience, he touched a place that he felt was weird. As a result, as soon as his fingertips touched the painting, he suddenly disappeared into the exhibition hall, just like Qu Lan who disappeared before.
"Huh? Where's Mr. Gao Fushuai?"
When Duanmu Rong disappeared, Bai Rou was in a trance for a moment.
When she came back to her senses, the golden tortoise husband she had been staring at had disappeared.
"In such a short moment, how could I lose track?"
The duck in its beak flew away, and Bai Rou was very annoyed.
She walked to the place where Duanmurong was standing, and stared at the painting for a while, but she couldn't see anything interesting about it.
While Bai Rou was looking at the painting, there was a dense sound of footsteps in the adjacent exhibition hall, and a large number of people were coming soon.
Hearing the dense footsteps, Bai Rou worried that the crowd would stain her clothes.
So she hurriedly stepped forward to leave, but after Duanmurong, she also became an unlucky victim.
"Ha, this is the last exhibition hall, let's go after reading this."
A family of three walked into the No. 7 exhibition hall, followed by a group of tourist groups. I don't know where they learned about this place.
"Miss Tour Guide, what's going on here? The exhibition hall in front is fine, why are there all printed pictures at the end? Is this the sincerity of your tour group?"
"Yeah, and what the hell are the other things? It's all blood, internal organs, I'm about to have a heart attack! Anyway, I don't care, you have to refund your money after seeing so many scary things !” A ruffian man yelled.
The man's painting aroused a lot of people's approval, especially the parents with a pair of children. They were worried that these blood-soaked paintings would have a bad influence on their children, and they kept clamoring for a refund. Let the tour guide give them an explanation.
"Don't worry, everyone, our travel agency is responsible for this kind of thing!"
As soon as this was said, the tour guide wanted to give herself two slaps.
How can she say that?The travel agency will never pay for this matter, the money is deducted from her salary!
The tour guide was dizzy, but she didn't have to worry about it soon, because the children brought by the parents stood in front of the "Riverside Picture on Qingming Festival" with great interest, and even tore the picture with their hands!
"Wait! Don't touch that one!"
"It's all typed drafts, how much is it worth, what's wrong with letting the children tear it up? We haven't even thought about the shitty place you arranged!"
The little boy's mother yelled and cursed, but she soon lost her arrogance.
As the child tore more and more fiercely, a corner of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" fell off.
Then, this group of people and the family of three passing by were sucked into "Along the River During Qingming Festival".
After absorbing so many people, "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" seems to have been restored to its original appearance. It has been repaired tightly, and the missing corner has also been filled.
After "The Last Supper", "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" also 'live'.
Among the hustle and bustle of ancient people, there are some more modern tourists with panic expressions.
They looked around uneasily, or wept, or cursed, with different expressions, lifelike.
This group of tourists brings life to the painting, but besides this group of tourists with different expressions, there is more of a certain same sight.
If someone stares at this painting at this time, they will find that these modern tourists have been surrounded by a group of ancient people with malicious intentions.
Those ancient 'people', no matter they were porters or boat passengers, their faces were full of appetite!
Most of the tourists in this group landed at the far right of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", while the little boy tearing up the painting was sucked into the far left of the picture alone.
Looking closely at the painting, one can vaguely see the little boy being torn apart by a herd of yellow deer.
His arms, legs, and head soon rolled to the ground in pieces, where he was eaten by deer.
Soon, the little boy turned into a pile of minced meat, and the yellow deer in the painting also returned to their original positions in twos and threes, gnawing on the grass as if nothing had happened.
If one ignores the barely traceable trace of blood on the ground and the suspicious pieces of clothes in the grass, this is probably a normal print...
"Mu Mu, the last exhibition hall is ahead."
"After reading the paintings inside, let's leave as soon as possible. This gallery gives me a weird feeling. I always feel that something bad will happen if I stay for a long time."
After seeing 6 exhibition areas along the way, the paintings changed from warm sunshine at the beginning to depression and depression.
When he was in the No. 6 exhibition area, Lu Lu had an uncomfortable reaction.
Although Mu Mu didn't express it, but looking at his stiff back, Lu Lu felt that Mu Mu must feel the same as him.
Hurriedly stepping into the seventh exhibition area, the expression on Mu Mu's face was also stiff.
As for Lu Lu, his face turned pale the moment he stepped into the exhibition area.
The talismans in his pocket were burning at an extremely fast speed. Almost in a moment, they were completely burned into a pile of ashes, losing their original warning function.
"Mu Mu, let's go!"
Lu Lu didn't have time to explain to Mu Mu.Seeing that Mu Mu was still standing there, he grabbed his hand and walked out.
Unfortunately, his reaction was still too slow.
Sensing that the two wanted to leave, a pair of ghost hands stretched out from "The Last Supper", and pulled them in with a swipe of the floor.
When Lu Lu and Lu Lu were sucked into the painting, Judas on the painting moved his head, creaking and turning his head forward.
Then he...
"what!"
With a scream, Lu Lu suddenly woke up from his coma.
"you're awake."
He heard a female voice say coldly: "There are twelve people, and you are probably the last one."
"Twelve people, what do you mean? We have thirteen people in total, who are you targeting?" a violent male voice retorted.
"Heh, whoever has a ghost in his heart knows." The cold female voice sounded again.
"You... don't think I don't hit women!"
The male voice was full of anger, and there was a dissuading voice next to him, followed by the rustling of the cloth, it should be someone who held the irritable man.
"Excuse me, where am I now?"
Lu Lu shook his head to wake himself up completely.
When he fully opened his eyes, he realized that he was sitting on a chair now.
"We are all involved in the painting and become the people in the painting."
"You know "The Last Supper", right? What we are now is the long table in the Last Supper!"
Two different voices answered him.
"what?"
Lu Lu opened his eyes wide and looked forward carefully.
As the answer said, there was indeed a long table in front of him, and he was sitting in the middle of the long table.
But unlike in "The Last Supper", the people trapped in the painting did not arrange their seats according to the positions in the painting.
On both sides of the long table, 5 and 6 people sat respectively.
The remaining two people sat on the narrow side of the long table, sitting alone.
And the female voice that answered him at the beginning came from the far left end of the long table.
"Everyone, we are all involved in the painting, and it seems that we can't get out for the time being. In this case, how about we all introduce each other and exchange information we know?"
Lu Lu looked towards the source of the voice, it was a refined man wearing glasses.
The suggestion made by the man with glasses was very good, but it was a pity that no one responded.
Feeling the awkward atmosphere at the scene, the man didn't mind, and simply introduced himself: "Everyone is silent, so I'll come first. My name is Li Yuanjun, and I'm an editor. When I first came here, I was I found a piece of paper nearby with a message written on it, I believe that other than me also found the note, right?"
Seeing that everyone was silent, Li Yuanjun said again: "By the way, I am number 11. I have this number engraved on my wrist. You should have similar numbers on your body, right?"
With that said, Li Yuanjun rolled up his sleeves and showed everyone the numbers on his wrist.
Under his demonstration, people with different thoughts stopped being silent and spoke out their numbers one after another.
"Yu Xueqing, number 8." said the cold woman at the beginning.
"I'm number 7, and my name is Xu Peipei..." a student-like girl said.
"I, my name is Bai Rou, and I'm number 12." Bai Rou's voice seemed to be about to cry, but she forcefully suppressed her sobs, which attracted the attention of several men.
……
Starting with Yu Xueqing, everyone introduced them in a counterclockwise order.
After Qu Lan's introduction, Judy followed him.
As soon as this displeased little girl opened her mouth, it caused an uproar.
"My name is Judy, and I'm number 13. Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's your fault that we were brought down here, right?" No. 3 Tang Ze asked suspiciously.
"What? What the hell are you talking about? What does this have to do with me?" Judi retorted in disbelief.
"Jud... Sister Judi, we are now in "The Last Supper". There are 13 people in total between Jesus and his disciples, and it is said that he died on Friday the 13th, so 13 is an unlucky number..."
Seeing Judi's ignorance, Bai Rou kindly opened her mouth and answered Judi's doubts in a soft tone.
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