Alien Hotel

The girl in the painting who calls herself "Irene" is staring at Yu Sheng outside the frame. The two have not established any trusting relationship so far.

Yu Sheng had no way of confirming whether what the "person in the painting" in front of him, who looked like some kind of cursed object, said was true or false. Including the Alice's cabin mentioned by the other party and the idea of ​​being sealed into the painting, this was the first time he had heard of it. ——Because of this, when Irene said that she didn't know why she appeared in this house, he didn't dare to believe a word.

On the other hand, Irene also felt that this human named Yu Sheng must still be holding back the urge to light himself up with a lighter, and she kept paying attention to the movement of the lighter...

"I think you must have bought the painting yourself and hung it at home, and then turned around and forgot about it..." Erin repeated, "Isn't it often like this? You humans want to collect whatever strange things you see, and then I bought it and left it at home to eat dust..."

Yu Sheng felt a little guilty when he asked the other party to say this, because he was really not sure about the origins of the things in this house - after all, he had only been "here" for two months, not to mention that he had nothing to do with this world. Familiar, he is not familiar with him. Who knows what the state of this house and its owner was two months ago?

Will that be another "Yu Sheng"?

However, these thoughts flashed in his mind for a moment. Facing the gaze of the man in the painting's scarlet eyes, Yu Sheng still shook his head subconsciously and replied: "That must be impossible - your painting looks very expensive at first glance." , doesn’t look like something I can afford…”

"Hey, what if it's very cheap!" Erin hugged the teddy bear and rubbed it forward. "There are so many fake bottles, fake fans, and fake calligraphy and paintings these days. Maybe I got it from a fake antique dealer from the previous seller. Two yuan and a pound are wholesaled together with other calligraphy and paintings, or the second-rate dealer does not know the goods..."

Yu Sheng had a strange expression: "Your picture frame is made of solid old wood, and there are gold threads embedded on the ridges..."

Eileen thought for a while: "The mahogany veneer is filled with resin! The iron wire is then plated with copper."

Yu Sheng: "...then the cost is no longer two and a half yuan."

"Four and a half is fine, but it can't be any higher. No one will buy it no matter how high it is."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Erin stared with scarlet eyes: "Hey, why don't you speak?"

Yu Sheng squatted in front of Irene's picture frame. He suddenly felt a little happy, and then he really burst out happy. He sat back on the ground, smiled and looked up at the ceiling, half of his body was so happy. They all leaned over - he never thought that he would experience such a scene in his life, squatting in an empty room, arguing nonsense with a doll sealed in an oil painting, just to discuss the frame of the sealed doll. Is it two yuan and a half per catty or is it a wholesale fake for four or five yuan per catty...

And not long ago, he had his heart ripped out by a frog that emerged from the freezing rain.

These things are so fucking interesting.

Irene was frightened by Yu Sheng's sudden sound of joy. She and her picture frame were taken off the wall by Yu Sheng and placed on the ground. At this time, she could see the bare ceiling and listen to the picture frame. Seeing the laughter coming from the side, she finally couldn't help shouting: "Hey, don't laugh! What's so funny about this?"

Yu Sheng slowly stopped laughing. He moved forward and looked at Irene in the frame. His expression suddenly became serious again: "I had that weird dream before, was it you?"

He was referring to the previous dream in which he used an ax to chop down the locked door, and a strange smile came from behind the door. Now it seems that this obviously strange dream is definitely connected with the girl in the painting in front of him. .

Oh yes, he also flashed his waist in the dream - it still hurts.

"No!" Eileen immediately shook her head, but then stopped, her expression hesitant, "Not at all... not at all..."

"What do you mean?" Yu Sheng frowned, "These words go round and round."

"You made that dream yourself, but I did get into it," Erin explained patiently. "I originally just sensed that someone was dreaming, so I wanted to use this method to find someone to help, but You didn’t mean to do anything bad! I didn’t know you couldn’t open that door, and you were so angry that you used an ax to break the door open if you forgot the key..."

Listening to Irene's ramble, Yu Sheng gradually came to his senses: "In other words, you didn't lock the door? You didn't induce the dream? You just have the ability to enter other people's dreams?"

"Yes - actually I know a lot more!" Eileen nodded, with pride on her face, but soon the pride dimmed, "But now that it's sealed in the painting, this is almost all that's left. Able..."

Yu Sheng was dubious about Irene's statement, and at the same time he had more doubts and thoughts about what he had experienced in that strange dream. Then, he had a second question: "You said you wanted to pass through the dream Looking for help? "

"Of course you have to help me get out!" Irene said matter-of-factly. "It would be better if you can get me out of this painting. If not, at least get out of this room. There is nothing here. As long as there is something hanging on the wall opposite, A TV is fine... Voice control is better. It's not convenient for me to use the remote control. It would be nice to have a brand..."

Yu Sheng discovered that the girl in the painting is a typical free and divergent personality. As long as she is left alone to talk to herself, her thoughts will always diverge to unexpected places - and usually she will get carried away. direction.

So he interrupted the other party without hesitation: "Then why are you laughing when you are looking for help? What's the matter with the laughter inside when I was 'opening the door' outside?"

"That's not me!" Irene waved her hands hurriedly, and then raised the brown stuffed bear in her hand forward, "It's laughing!"

Yu Sheng didn't say anything, just looked at him expressionlessly, with a look in his eyes that said "Are you taking me for a fool?"

"Really!" Irene looked a little anxious, shaking the teddy bear in her hand vigorously, "It was sealed into this painting with me, but it may be too long, its brain is not very smart anymore, now it can only smile foolishly, it will laugh strangely when you poke it normally, but sometimes it will suddenly laugh by itself when you don't poke it, I am often scared by it..."

Yu Sheng listened to Irene's explanation with a stern face, and after noticing the serious look on the face of the girl in the painting, he gradually became a little skeptical, and his eyes finally fell on the stuffed bear, hesitating for a moment and nodded: "Then make it smile, let me hear it."

Irene immediately reached out and poked the teddy bear's head.

The teddy bear had no reaction.

Irene was stunned for a moment, and poked the teddy bear's head again-still didn't make any movement, she almost cried when she saw it.

"Occasionally, it will be like this," the girl in the painting cried, "I poked it and it didn't smile..."

Yu Sheng's mouth trembled.

"That is to say, sometimes it's happy even if you don't poke it, and sometimes it's not happy even if you poke it. In short, it may be happy or not whether you poke it or not--" He analyzed it like a tongue twister and came to a conclusion, "So does this bear's smile have anything to do with whether you poke it or not?"

Erin was stunned for a moment, and nodded slowly: "Yes... yes."

Yu Sheng didn't want to continue to care about this "cursed oil painting" whose brain seemed to be abnormal.

And he didn't care about the laughing voice he heard in his dream before.

There was a gurgling sound in his stomach. The dinner he missed after falling asleep after arriving home began to show its presence at this moment. Yu Sheng smiled and shook his head, and slowly got up.

"Hey, are you leaving?" Erin looked at him and immediately sounded a little panicked, "You're not going to leave me on the floor like this, are you? At least hang it back on the wall. There is still wallpaper on the opposite side of the wall. There is nothing on the ceiling..."

Yu Sheng reached out and picked up Erin's picture frame from the ground-then he grimaced because of the back pain.

"I'm going to take you to the living room, so stop talking." He said casually.

Irene immediately became happy, hugged the teddy bear and sat back in her chair, watching Yu Sheng dragging his picture frame out: "That's good, you're a nice person, oh, by the way, is it time for dinner now? What are you eating tonight?"

Yu Sheng looked down and said: "Can you eat?"

"I can see!"

Yu Sheng felt that he was really sick to continue to care about this guy.

He held his waist, carried Irene's painting frame with some difficulty, and slowly walked towards the stairs leading to the living room. The trash talk from the oil painting never stopped - "Hey, your house is quite big. It turns out that there is such a large area outside that room?" "What is the room opposite? Your bedroom? Hey, is there anyone else here?" "Do I need to greet others? Will they be scared? Ordinary people don't seem to have seen talking dolls and oil paintings..." "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet! What's your name? Yusheng? What a strange name... Isn't it the edible fish raw?" "What's wrong with your waist? Your waist is useless at such a young age? I tell you, you have to protect your waist. Your human joints are troublesome, and you can't disassemble them casually... Hey? Why are you glaring at me? Your eyes are weird and scary..." Yu Sheng finally held his waist and moved to the front of the stairs with difficulty, looking down at the steps below - he didn't feel it normally, but after he sprained his waist today and carried an especially heavy oil painting frame, the steps seemed particularly steep to him. He originally wanted to go downstairs holding Irene's picture frame with both hands, but now he suddenly found that his physical condition did not seem to allow him to do so.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and thought silently.

The noisy girl in the painting seemed to feel something, her voice gradually stopped, and her expression gradually became tense.

Yu Sheng lowered his eyelids and glanced at a girl in the painting who had been chattering all the way and the topic was getting more and more annoying: "Irene."

The girl in the painting was startled: "Hey... Hey?"

"I feel that your picture frame is quite solid."

"Yes... Yes?"

Yu Sheng silently placed Irene's picture frame at the starting point of the stairs.

"It may shake a little, you sit tight."

Irene finally reacted, her eyes widened in an instant: "Hey wait——"

"Let's go!"

The oil painting frame started a big adventure of table tennis on the stairs.

In the middle, Irene's enthusiastic thanks all the way: "Yu Sheng, your uncle... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah oh oh ah *\u0026%￥ # *——"