Naturally, Hou Biao would not have thought that these ridiculous remarks in the venue had quietly fermented on the Internet, and then turned into a massive crusade against Professor Mei and the Third Space Foundation a few days later.

Netizens who can’t afford the Space Box already have resentment. With one or two unnecessary rumors from nowhere, they have made up a lot of stories, claiming that there is a lot of evidence that the Space Box is an alien. People’s black technology, and Mei Yiqiu and the people of the Third Space Foundation have long been successfully parasitized by aliens.

Professor May naturally didn't care about these rumors at first, but when the rumors are increasing and the number of people who believe in them becomes more and more powerful, you can't care if you don't care. In particular, these rumors have greatly hindered the sales of the space box and the promotion of the dream guide game, and even stopped the production of the factory for a while.

The spreaders and superstitions of the rumors believe that the suspected parasites headed by Professor Mei must produce enough evidence to prove their innocence, otherwise, please disclose the technical details of the space box to prove the full knowledge inside. In the grasp of the earth's people, there is a causal continuity relationship with the earth's past scientific and technological achievements.

In this kind of noise, the players who bought the space box stopped talking. They were also worried that the rumor was true. What if they were actually fooled by the aliens and became the aliens' experimental products?

The capitalists stopped talking. Originally, capital is capable of swaying public opinion, but at this time no one dare to say anything against it, because it will bring disaster to their own bodies. Once they get caught up in the fire, the only banknote they can rely on is precisely the one that is most likely to be burned by fire. Something polished.

The politicians have spoken, but their words are like a mystery. You can never guess what they mean. They supported Professor Mei for a while, and then expressed their stance to conform to public opinion. They all wanted to use this opportunity to attack their opponents and expand their influence. 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 Mei and the scientific research team of the Third Space Foundation had passed the signature of Lester, and they could not be parasitic aliens.

The masses do not understand and cannot pass the Leicester signature, anyway, Leicester is dead, who can prove the effectiveness of this Leicester signature! Since it is something that most people cannot pass and cannot judge whether it is true or false, that is, the referee's off-court kick is controlled by the privileged class and should be knocked down and outlawed.

As a result, the sentiment was infuriated, and the turmoil became more and more disturbing, so that the space box project almost died halfway through.

Of course, all this happened later, but the source of the storm started with those gossips that Hou Biao heard at the Wallis Annenberg Performing Arts Center.

Hou Biao's attention at this time was all on the safety of the professor. Fortunately, the whole activity was carried out step by step, and no accidents happened. However, after the dinner, a small exhibition in the small hall next door made Hou Biao's heart instantly lifted.

The host said that it was a private exhibition and only invited Professor Mei and a few people to watch the painting. When Mei Yiqiu Zhengshou left the scene, so many people wanted to socialize and say goodbye, so she readily agreed: "Look at the paintings well, and watch the paintings well!"

Hou Biao wanted to go in, but was stopped by the host: "This one is?"

Mei Yiqiu said, "Oh, it's with me."

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

Hou Biao rushed in in front of the professors. Although it seemed impolite to do so, he didn't care about the top things. 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 being crowded. If there are fewer people, there will be echoes when walking.

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

He looked at it one by one, but didn't see anything famous. But he always felt that something was wrong, weird, as if someone was always watching him when he was watching a painting.

Hou Biao noticed a small painting on the side of the exhibition hall. It was a young girl wearing a wreath with a blurry green background. This painting is not very surprising, it can even be said to be extremely ordinary, even a vulgar person like Hou Biao can see that in all the paintings, this is by no means a superior work.

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

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

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

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

Hou Biao looked in the direction of her fingers. It was right behind him. There was a simple painting on the wall, which was a signpost to guide the way. The background was a road in a wilderness with the sign saying ——There is a gas station 170 kilometers ahead.

The color of the picture is very bright, but it makes people feel inexhaustibly desolate. There is a gas station one hundred and seventy kilometers ahead. What a desperate hope for a car that is running out of gas in the empty western wilderness!

Hou Biao was in a daze thinking of the days when he hid in a container and floated at sea after being injured. At that time, he was so desperate. Escaped from the most dangerous place, no one was chased, no more gunshots were heard, but it was more tormented than ever.

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

He approached ~lightnovelpub.net~ and looked carefully through the glass. In the picture is an old church, a man and a woman are having a wedding, the groom is an old man, and his head is covered with sparse white hair, while the bride is a young girl in bud. The same old priest who was dying was wearing a ring to the bride. The bride stretched out her fingers and lowered her head. His face was not the joy of the newlyweds and the shyness of the young girl, but a kind of indifference with a dead heart.

It is another desperate painting.

The bride is holding a candle in her left hand. The candle is already 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 yell in your heart, let it burn, burn everything!

Hou Biao saw a label stuck in the showcase—Pukilev's "Disproportionate Marriage".

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

The mural is a gloomy street after the rain. The street is empty and there are no pedestrians, but many people are reflected.

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