Dream Guide

Hou Biao naturally did not expect that these ridiculous remarks in the venue had quietly fermented on the Internet, and then evolved into a massive crusade against Professor Mei and the Third Space Foundation in a few days.

Netizens who couldn't afford the space box were already resentful. Based on one or two baseless rumors spread from unknown sources, they made up many stories in a serious manner, claiming that there was a lot of evidence to prove that the space box was an alien. People's black technology, and Mei Yiqiu and the people from the Third Space Foundation have already been successfully parasitized by aliens.

Professor Mei naturally didn't care about these rumors at first, but when the rumors become more and more numerous and more and more people believe them, and they become a powerful force, you can no longer care about them. In particular, these rumors have greatly hindered the sales of space boxes and the promotion of Dream Guide games, and even caused the factory to suspend production for a time.

The spreaders of rumors and superstitions believe that the suspected parasites headed by Professor Mei must provide sufficient evidence to prove their innocence. Otherwise, please disclose the technical details of the space box to prove that the knowledge contained in it is complete. Within the control of people on earth, there is a causal relationship with the earth's past scientific and technological achievements.

Amid such uproar, players who had purchased the space box stopped talking. They were also worried that the rumor was true. What if they were deceived by aliens and became alien experiments?

The capitalists also stopped talking. Originally, capital had the ability to influence public opinion, but no one dared to speak out against it at this time, because it would bring trouble to themselves. Once the fire got involved, the only money they could rely on was the money that was most likely to be burned. Polished stuff.

Politicians do speak, but their words are like a mystery. You can never guess what they mean. At one moment they supported Professor Mei, and at another they expressed their intention to comply with public opinion. They wanted to use this opportunity to criticize their opponents and expand their own power. But as soon as they incited them, the people became even more excited.

The United Nations Space Management Committee had to issue a statement, claiming that Professor Mei and the scientific research team under the Third Space Foundation had passed Lester's signature and could not be parasitized aliens.

The crowd did not understand and could not pass Lester's signature. Lester was already dead anyway. Who could prove the effectiveness of Lester's signature? Since it is something that most people cannot pass and cannot judge whether it is true or false, that is, the referee leaving the field to play football is controlled by the privileged class and should be struck down and banned.

As a result, the public was furious, and the turmoil became bigger and bigger, so much so that the space box project almost died midway.

Of course, this all happened later, but the source of this turmoil started from the few gossips Hou Biao heard at the Wallis Annenberg Performing Arts Center.

Hou Biao's attention at this time was entirely on the professor's safety. Fortunately, the entire event went on as planned, and no accidents occurred. However, after the dinner, a small art exhibition in the small hall next door made Hou Biao's heart suddenly lift.

The host said that it was a private painting exhibition, and only Professor Mei and a few people were invited to view the paintings. Mei Yiqiu Zhengchou saw so many people wanting to socialize and say goodbye when the show was over, so he readily agreed: "It's good to see the painting, it's good to see the painting!"

Hou Biao also wanted to go in, but was stopped by the host: "Who is this?"

Mei Yiqiu said: "Oh, you're with me."

The host probably understood Hou Biao's identity and said nothing more.

Hou Biao rushed in before the professor and the others. Although it seemed very rude, he couldn't care less about his appearance. The professor's safety came first.

Although it is said to be a small hall, it is actually not small at all. It is large enough for hundreds of people to watch without looking crowded. If there were fewer people, there would be echoes when walking.

There are many paintings hanging on the walls and display cabinets. The types of works are very diverse, including abstract, realistic, and even some photography works. Hou Biao didn't know much about painting, but he could tell that this was indeed not a formal art exhibition, but more like a private collection.

He looked at them one by one, but didn't see anything interesting. But he always felt that something was wrong, strange, as if there was always someone watching him when he was looking at the painting.

Hou Biao noticed a small painting on the side of the exhibition hall. The painting showed a girl wearing a wreath on her head, with a blurry green background. This painting is not that extraordinary, it can even be said to be extremely ordinary. Even a vulgar person like Hou Biao can see that among all the paintings, this is by no means a superior work.

But the girl’s eyes are so interesting. When you look at her, it’s like she’s looking at you. No matter where you stand or what angle you look at her from, she’s looking at you, as if her eyes are looking at you. The eyes are alive and can move.

There was sadness and despair in her eyes, but there seemed to be a little hope hidden inside. You will feel that she has something to say to you, and her pitiful look makes you want to help her.

Hou Biao walked to the painting and stood quietly for a few seconds. It's really amazing that a painting can make a person who doesn't know much about painting have such an association! How is this done?

After looking at it for a while, Hou Biao finally discovered that the secret of this painting, besides the girl's eyes, also lies in her fingers. Her hands were placed in front of her lower abdomen, and the two palms were folded together naturally, but her right index finger was slightly raised, pointing to the left front, as if she was secretly telling the viewers - look, that's where I am. All the secrets I want to tell you are there!

Hou Biao looked in the direction of her finger, which was right behind him. There was a very simple painting hanging on the wall, which was a road sign. The background was a road in the wilderness, and the road sign read ——There is a gas station 170 kilometers ahead.

The colors of this painting are very bright, but it makes people feel indescribably desolate. There is a gas station one hundred and seventy kilometers ahead. What a hopeless hope for a car that is almost out of gas when driving in the empty western wilderness!

Hou Biao vaguely remembered the days when he was hiding in a container and floating on the sea after being injured. At that time, he was so desperate. I escaped from the most dangerous place, no one was chasing me, and I no longer heard the sound of gunfire, but I was suffering more than ever.

He took a deep breath and looked in the direction indicated by the road sign in the photo. No more than seventy miles away, in that direction, about less than seven meters away, there was a display cabinet. Hou Biao knew that the paintings in the display cabinet must be more expensive, otherwise they would not be covered with glass.

He walked closer and looked carefully through the glass. The painting is an old church, where a man and a woman are having a wedding. The groom is an old man with sparse white hair on his bald head, while the bride is a young girl in bud. The priest, who is also old and about to die, is putting a ring on the bride. The bride stretches out her finger and lowers her head. Her face is not the joy of newlyweds or the shyness of a girl, but a kind of indifference.

Another despairing painting.

The bride holds a candle in her left hand. The candle has been lit and may burn her beautiful wedding dress at any time. When you look at her for a long time, you can't help but shout in your heart, burn it down, burn everything down!

Hou Biao saw a label on the display cabinet - Pukilev's "Unsuitable Marriage".

I don’t know why, but for such an important painting, the label is affixed crookedly. The triangle on the label pointed in another direction. Hou Biao looked along and saw a large mural there.

The mural shows a gray street after the rain. The street is empty with not a single pedestrian, but it reflects the shadows of many people.

It was as if there were no living people in that world, only shadows.