Higher Human Advancement Regulations

In the banquet hall, there was no sound.

Obviously, the famous Wen Renxiao, in the eyes of ordinary examiners, is not only an insurmountable mountain, but also an opponent that cannot be easily provoked.

After a while, a few minutes after the voice of the instant noodle woman fell, a familiar "ding" sound came from a corner of the banquet hall to the ears of all present.

The last time this voice appeared was when Wen Renxiao was talking about painters.

Combined with the current situation, Shengkai speculates that whenever the examinee touches an important clue, Tianmu will use this voice to remind him.

But in this way, the auditee only needs to rummage through the corners of the secret room, trigger all the suspicious messages found, and get corresponding reminders.

Although the workload is a bit larger, the area of ​​the exhibition hall is not large, and the secret room is not a sign of a limited time so far. As long as they spend more time, the messy clues will always converge on one line.

In this way, wouldn't the method of unlocking this secret room be too simple and rude?

The short-haired girl thought for a moment and asked:

"Why are you so sure?

Just because the colors used in Mondrian's paintings can barely match the colors mentioned in the note? "

Gold is treble, black is bass, white is breeze, red is scream.

Red, yellow, blue, white, black.

Except for a yellow that can barely be called "golden", the other colors can be matched one by one.

The only one left behind seemed to be Lan.

Xu Zhifeng sat up straight and seemed to agree with Wen Renxiao's statement. While giving the girl a strange look, he said:

"Before we came here, we came out of the red room."

Bloom said:

"Well, no wonder we heard a scream before we were kicked out by the blood man."

Wen Renxiao glanced at the crowd and said:

"I want to ask, has anyone triggered the scenario?"

Another moment of silence.

Only the newcomer woman with instant noodles moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but seeing no one took the initiative, she swallowed the words back.

When the floors are not connected to each other and the information is incomplete, they are still tight-lipped about the information they have.

The "companions" in this secret room are more sophisticated and vigilant than what Shengkai imagined.

Sheng Sheng's heart moved, and he looked up at Wen Renxiao calmly, but he saw that the latter was not angry because everyone refused to cooperate, but just lowered his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the handle of the seat.

His brows are not upright, but instead reveal a sense of weakness of a literati, but when he closes his eyes, the edges and corners of his side face and the end of his eyes form an extremely rhythmic line, which neutralizes that feeling of weakness, and he does not speak. At that time, a natural majesty was faintly revealed.

Blossom's eyes looked down, and then landed on Wen Renxiao's thin lips.

There were two or three smiles on the corner of his mouth, but Shenghua thought of a word inexplicably.

Thin cool.

He sat there calmly, but the aura around him was faintly spreading around.

Shengkai laughed crisply, took out a notebook from his pocket, and threw it on the long table from a distance.

The notebook slid far and finally stopped in the middle of the long table.

The eyes of the five people turned around one after another.

Blooming curled the corners of her mouth and said:

"Information Sharing.

This is what I found from the red room, and after only one page, I met an NPC who chased me for half a street. "

Their seats are very close to the long table, and two people sitting face to face can touch each other as long as they stretch out their hands, and the sliding position of the notebook happens to be within reach of everyone.

This silence was broken by Shenghua.

The short-haired girl hesitated for a moment, then said:

"My name is Zhuang Han, the initial point is on the blue floor, but I didn't enter the room, the door is locked.

I only had time to walk around the stairs before being teleported here, so I didn't find anything. "

With one person showing his favor, the rest of the people all relaxed the tight string in their minds.

From the conversation, it can be concluded that the instant noodle head woman is a bank employee named Chen Hui, and the initial point is on the white floor.

But since they had just arrived in the secret room, everyone passed her by after hearing a few incoherent descriptions from her.

The man in the suit is Shen Xiu, an outdoor game anchor. When he was alive, he was soaked in various offline secret rooms all year round, but the paradox is that he is very timid, but because of the effect of the show, there are only a lot of fans.

When he was teleported in, he was on the black floor.

After a round of conversation, it was obvious that everyone had reservations, so no second person came up with any useful information, so everyone's eyes fell back to the notebook again.

Shengkai didn't care at all, she leaned forward slightly, and raised her hand to open the notebook on the table.

At that moment, Zhuang Han suddenly said:

"What is the taste?"

Blossom paused, moved its nose, stretched out its long arms, and picked up a palm-sized bottle on the ground on the right hand side, and then gave a short smile apologetically:

"Sorry, I spilled my perfume when I took the notebook just now."

The faint plant fragrance permeated the air instantly.

Zhuang Han was wearing a coral red dress with suspenders, and was sitting on the right side of Blooming, unfortunately the corner of the skirt was stained with some smell.

But she didn't say anything, instead, it was Chen Hui, who had long been annoyed at seeing this sissy man with long hair, and cursed loudly:

"What kind of perfume do you wear as a man?

Mother or not? "

Zhuang Han frowned at the moment and retorted:

"You are a housewife, why do you perm your hair?"

Blooming without saying a word, while seemingly casually putting the perfume bottle on the table, he said to Xu Zhifeng who was facing him:

"Have you got a handkerchief?

Let me use it. "

Xu Zhifeng didn't know, so he hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it over.

Shengkai slowly covered the handkerchief, rubbed his hands up and down around the bottle, and wiped it slowly in front of everyone.

His movements were slow and graceful, as if what he was holding was not an ordinary bottle of perfume, but an expensive work of art.

Chen Hui opened her eyes, and heard a crisp sound in her ears - the perfume bottle, which was still intact under the palm of Shengkai just now, was instantly shattered into glass shards.

Bloom deliberately kept her voice low, and said artificially:

"Oh, I'm useless."

Chen Hui:

"..."

She shrank her neck sensibly, and said dryly:

"...

I speak straight, don't take offense. "

Wen Renxiao bowed his head and gave a small smile, then turned over the notebook spread out on the table.

The sentence that Shengkai saw not long ago still lay quietly on the title page of the notebook.

Shen Xiu's attention was always on the notebook, and when he saw that Ren Xiao got his hands on it, he immediately leaned over.

"A color is the cry of a child at birth."

Shen Xiu read it silently, and said loudly, "What do you mean?"

"do not know."

Wen Renxiao replied indifferently, and then turned to the second page.

From the second page, there is no longer a word in the notebook.

At the beginning, I could still make out what was drawn on each page among some messy lines.

There are people, and there are architectural landscapes, and the movements and shapes are clearly visible.

But the more you turn back, the harder it is to tell.

Until the end, Wen Renxiao could feel the madness and despair of the owner of the notebook when he was painting from these messy and crazy color blocks.

Shen Xiu read the entire book carefully, then fiddled with the notebook over and over for a while, and said in surprise:

"No signature?"

Without a signature, it proves that there is no way to confirm whose notebook it is.

Zhuang Han took the notebook from Wen Renxiao, compared the cover against the light for a moment, and then sighed in disappointment.

Blooming on the side suddenly said:

"Stand up and try."

Zhuang Han paused, and then closed it with a "snap".

On the side of each piece of paper, there is a small blue dot. When combined, these small dots converge like a galaxy to form a dark blue character - Rui.

Zhuang Han blurted out:

"Ricky."

Perhaps Tianmu realized that there were no native speakers of English among the personnel participating in the review, so he changed the text to Chinese.

However, this sense of surveillance that follows like a shadow makes everyone feel depressed.

Shen Xiu said:

"This sketchbook belongs to Ricky?

Does he have any mental pressure? "

Those works with clear lines and bright colors can only be drawn when the mood is happy.

So what is the reason that Rui Qi suddenly changed his style of painting, completing a transition from soothing to crazy?

"Because artists are born with madness factors."

Xu Zhifeng, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said, with a hot light in his eyes:

"He staggers like a sleepwalker toward his goal, he doesn't know which way he's going, but he walks toward distant light, whether it's immortal starlight, or tempting will-o'-the-wisp .”

"What a mess."

Shen Xiu glared at Xu Zhifeng, and said with a sad face, "My brain circuit can't keep up with the setting of this secret room, what should I do now?"

They don't know how many scenes are in this secret room, let alone what the key to trigger the scene is.

What's more, they are now imprisoned in an empty banquet hall with almost no knowledge, without the slightest initiative.

When he was at a loss, Wen Renxiao suddenly turned his head and glanced out the window:

"What is the taste?"

Chen Hui:

"Perfume again?"

"Do not."

Zhuang Han looked serious, "I smelled it just now, besides the perfume, there is another smell."

Soon, they knew what was going on.

A strong wind blew up outside the banquet hall at some point, and when the wind blew past the window, there were bursts of sharp chirping.

The whimpering wind was mixed with the sound of branches breaking, as if the air had become silent.

Xu Zhifeng leaned against the window, saw the raging fire outside the window, and shouted in horror:

"on fire!"

The rapid fire swept out of the door almost instantly, and dust from burnt objects floated up in the air from time to time, like a ferocious beast flashing its terrifying fangs to frighten its prey.

Bi peeling everywhere, nowhere to escape.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ He staggered towards his goal like a sleepwalker. He didn't know which way he was going, but he went to The light in the distance goes away, whether it is the immortal starlight or the tempting will-o'-the-wisp. - Mahler's Second Symphony