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

Netizens who can't afford to buy a space box are already resentful, and through one or two unfounded rumors that came out of nowhere, they have made up many stories, claiming that there is a lot of evidence that the space box is the black technology of aliens, and Mei Yiqiu and the people of the Third Space Foundation have already been parasitized by aliens.

Professor Mei naturally didn't care about these rumors at first, but when there were more and more rumors, and more and more people believed in them, and it became a huge trend, you couldn't care if you didn't care. 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 stop production for a time.

The propagators of rumors and superstitious believers believe that the suspected parasites led by Professor Mei must come up with enough evidence to prove their innocence, otherwise please disclose the technical details of the space box to prove that the knowledge in it is all in the hands of the earthlings, and it has a causal relationship with the earth's past scientific and technological achievements.

In such a wave, the players who bought the space box stopped talking, and they were also worried that this rumor was true, what if they were fooled by the aliens and became an experiment of the aliens?

The capitalists stopped talking. Originally, capital has the ability to sway public opinion, but at this time, no one dares to say anything against it, because it will lead the water of disaster to themselves, and once it is on fire, the only money they can rely on is precisely the thing that is most likely to be burned by fire.

The politicians do talk, but their words are like a mystery, and you can never guess what they mean. One moment they supported Professor Mei, and the other time they expressed their desire to conform to public opinion, and they wanted to take this opportunity to attack their opponents and expand their own power. But as soon as they instigated, the people boiled even more.

The United Nations Space Management Committee had to issue a statement, claiming that Professor May and the research team under the Third Space Foundation were signed by Leicester, and could not be parasitic aliens.

The masses don't understand and can't pass Lester's signature, Lester is dead anyway, who can prove the utility of this Lester signature! Since it is something that most people cannot pass and cannot judge whether it is true or false, that is, the referee is playing the game, which is controlled by the privileged class, and should be brought down and banned.

As a result, the crowd was furious, and the turmoil became bigger and bigger, so much so that the space box project almost died in the middle of the project.

Of course, this is what happened later, but the source of this turmoil began with the gossip that Hou Biao heard at the Wallis Anneberg Center for the Performing Arts.

Hou Biao's attention at this time was all on the safety of the professor, but fortunately, the whole event went on step by step, and there were no accidents. However, after the dinner, a small art exhibition in the small hall next door made Hou Biao's heart instantly lift.

The host said that it was a private exhibition, and only Professor Mei and a few people were invited to see the paintings. Mei Yiqiu was sad that so many people wanted to say goodbye to the party, so she readily agreed: "Look at the painting, look at the painting well!" ”

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

Mei Yiqiu said, "Oh, with me." ”

The host probably understood Hou Biao's identity and didn't say anything more.

Hou Biao rushed in before the professor, although this seemed rude, but he didn't care about the matter, the professor's safety came first.

It is said to be a small hall, but it is actually not small, enough for hundreds of people to watch it calmly without looking crowded, and if there are fewer people, it will make an echo when walking.

There are many paintings hanging on the walls and display cases, and the types of works are very diverse, ranging from abstract to realistic, and even some photographic works. Hou Biao doesn't know much about painting, but he can also see that this is not a formal art exhibition, but more like a private collection.

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

Hou Biao noticed a small painting on the side of the exhibition hall showing a young girl wearing a garland on her head and a blurred green background. This painting is not very unusual, it can even be said to be extremely ordinary, even a crude person like Hou Biao can see that among all the paintings, this is by no means a superior work.

But that girl's eyes are so interestingly drawn, when you look at her, it's like she's looking at you, no matter where you stand, what angle you look at her, she's looking at you, as if her eyes are alive and turning.

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

Hou Biao walked to the painting and stood quietly for a few seconds. It's amazing that a painting can make such associations with someone who doesn't know much about painting! How exactly is this done?

After looking at it for a while, Hou Biao finally realized that the mystery of this painting lies not only in the girl's eyes, but also in her fingers. Her hand is placed in front of her lower abdomen, and the palms of her hands are naturally stacked together, but her right index finger is slightly cocked and pointed to the left front, as if secretly telling the viewer - look, there it is, all the secrets I want to tell you are there!

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

The picture of this painting is very colorful, but it makes people feel indescribably desolate. There is a gas station 170 kilometers ahead, which is a desperate hope for a car that is running out of gas in the empty western wilderness!

Hou Biao remembered in a trance the days when he hid in a container and floated at sea after he was injured. At that time, he was so desperate. Escaping from the most dangerous places, no more chased, no more gunshots, but tormented more than ever.

He took a deep breath and looked in the direction indicated by the road sign in the photo, not seventy miles, in that direction, about less than seven meters apart, there was a display case. Hou Biao knew that the paintings in the display case must be more expensive, otherwise they would not be covered with glass.

He approached and looked through the glass. The painting shows an old church, a man and a woman are having a wedding, the groom is an old man, his head is full of sparse white hair, and the bride is a budding young girl. The priest, who was also old and dying, was putting a ring on the bride, and the bride stretched out her fingers and hung her head, her face not the joy of a newlywed marriage and the shyness of a maiden, but a kind of indifference like ashes.

It's another desperate painting.

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

Hou Biao saw a label on the display case - Pukilev's "Misproportionate Marriage".

I don't know why, such an important painting, but the label is crooked. The triangle of the label pointed in the other direction, and Hou Biao looked over and saw that there was a large mural there.

The mural shows a gray street after the rain, the street is empty, there is not a single pedestrian, but the shadows of many people are reflected.

It's as if there are no living people in that world, only shadows when they are alive.