Paintings of Terror

"Night comes, you only have death." The man in colorful robes finally said his first words.

"As long as the death conditions are not violated, we still have four nights." Mu Yiran replied coldly.

Wei Dong’s voice floated in the distance: "Boss Mu, we are both purple. If we add the colors together, will we also become condensed little people..."-Wei Dong The voice was distant and miserable.

"All colors are just symbols," Mu Yiran stared at the shadowless person in front of him, "We contributed a few drops of blood, only a few drops."

The man sneered: "I can take all of you at will."

"What happens if you are separated from your shadow for too long?" Mu Yiran asked suddenly.

This person's face was hard to look, even a little angry.

The four members exchanged a brief look at each other, perhaps because these paintings broke through, everyone has a rare tacit understanding.

"We have many ways to destroy the mirror house." Qin Ci said with the rigor of a doctor, he actually possessed a kind of scientific conviction. "At the very least, the person looking in the mirror can not see his own. image."

"We also have many ways to destroy the glass jar on the sixth floor of the rotunda." Zhu Haowen showed a serious expression that a game player has rarely seen in a century. "At least it can make it impossible to open the lid."

"Our patience is limited, and we don't want to spend another night here, or even an hour." Ke Xun is a bad-tempered street fighter this time.

When the three of them came to this, Mu Yiran developed a high-cold style without lines.

Wei Dong's shout came from a distance: "Just do it, let's shed a few drops of blood, you can get me an autograph, let's win-win~"

Weidong is entirely in the tone of small merchants and hawkers who buy and sell.

The man seemed to be thinking about this seemingly domineering proposal.

Zhu Haowen secretly looked at the green patterned clothes on his body. Now the color that this man lacks, except for purple, is green.

I don't know what happened to Shi Zhendong, who was bewitched. He was the same green as himself.

At this time, it was almost noon, the whole maze showed a kind of shining vitality, and the whole castle also glowed with bright and charming colors.

Shi Zhendong was pacing angrily in the room nailed by the wooden slats. The members have not returned since they left. Perhaps they have found their signatures, or they are in danger.

If these people really found their signatures, Shi Zhendong would not believe that they would abandon him. He was only bewitched by the painting, but he was still alive. As long as he walked out of the painting with everyone, he would be a life.

If they abandon themselves, it is tantamount to killing themselves.

Shi Zhendong calmed down for a while, and put himself in the position for a moment. If he was in the position of Ke Xun and others, what would he do with "Shi Zhendong"? They will definitely find a way to stay away from themselves, for fear of being deceived again; but after they find the signature, they can't abandon themselves-is there any way to do both.

After Shi Zhendong figured this out, he started looking in the room. These people must have left a way for him.

Sure enough, Shi Zhendong found an axe in the gap between the furniture and the wall. This axe was rusty and it was very unsuitable to use. If you want to cut the wooden strips of the door or window, it will take a few hours. Time—During this period, if they fail to return, they will find a way to shackle themselves again; if during this period of time, those people find their signatures as expected, they can go out before dark. Just a step behind those people

Thinking of this, Shi Zhendong picked up a rusty axe and slashed at the wooden strip on the window...

In the maze at this time, the shadowless person wore a large robe and walked towards the person closest to him-Zhu Haowen without expression.

Zhu Haowen took a deep breath, feeling that his friends were slowly surrounding him from all directions, gradually gaining some confidence in his heart.

And the pattern on the person in front of him suddenly changed: in the red, yellow, blue, purple and orange pattern, long green lines suddenly appeared. The change was caught off guard, and Zhu Haowen couldn't help but shudder.

These green lines are exactly the patterns of Shi Zhendong.

The purple pattern on this person originated from the few drops of blood contributed by Mu Yiran and Wei Dong just now.

All eyes were focused on these green lines, and the man expressionlessly said: "Your partner has not been able to get rid of the demon in the end-I have done too many deals with him, and he is already part of the painting and cannot leave. "

Unexpectedly, this person would now attack Shi Zhendong. Does this mean that everyone is not far from painting?

The members were silent, watching the man walking towards the wall of green plants quietly, groping for a while among the plants with their lanky hands, and then opened an invisible door.

The man walked inside the door, his back depressed.

When everyone caught up, the door closed automatically.

Everyone pushed aside the plants covering the door, and gradually restored the true face of this ancient wooden door.

On the mottled door of the wooden door, there are two clear letters, the color of the letters is dark and full-R.R.

The handwriting is very casual and very artistic. Just like the signature reflection in the mirror room just now, each R is slightly inclined to the lower right.

As for the man who has left, whether he finally defeated his own demon, no one can tell.

Wearing colorful clothes, the written words are as black as the Tongzhou cave.

The signature on the door radiated a dazzling light, and a huge picture frame appeared in front of everyone.

Even if the result was guessed, everyone still felt incredible when faced with the frame.

It was the first time to paint in a calm posture, and the five familiar companions were still there. It should have been secretly happy, but sad.

The five men walked through the darkness and saw the light again. When the time came, they did not feel dazzling. Compared with the paintings, the colors of the real world looked gray and monotonous.

The painting in front of me is composed of many gorgeous colors, which seem to be irregular, but the round diamond-shaped lines and other patterns have extraordinary meanings to a few people.

The composition of these patterns resembles a labyrinth. The author's signature is rarely signed in the center of the picture, and the black letters are written with the initials of Rong Rang's signature: R.R.

At the moment, there are only five members in this exhibition hall, and the literal walls are filled with various brightly colored Fauvist paintings.

"Let's go." Qin Ci reminded.

Everyone walked silently to the outside of the exhibition hall, and when they opened the door, they saw a huge oil painting.

The oil on the oil painting was not dry, and all five men were stained with color.

Wei Dong looked at the terrible T-shirt, but he was full of emotion after the disaster: "Emma, ​​I was scared to death just now, I thought I was going to be in the picture again!"

Volunteers quickly walked out from behind the oil painting: "I'm so sorry, I just saw no one in this exhibition hall, so I just pushed the work forward!"

It was Ye Ning Chenyi who was speaking, and Miao Zipei standing beside her.

Both of them expressed infinite apologies and insisted on compensating for the clothes of several people, but several people Ke Xun declined more firmly.

Ye Ning Chenyi wanted to say something, and suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "Mi Wei fainted! Call an ambulance!"

When the two heard this, they hurried over to see.

Only then did Ke Xun leave the exhibition hall, and first went to the bathroom to wash off the oil paint on their arms and faces, and each left the art gallery with a variety of colors.

"Mi Wei and others, how long will those other people stay in the world temporarily?" Zhu Haowen asked.

"One week more, less, immediately." Qin Ci replied, touching his pants pocket by the way, and found that there was already a ticket there, "Next stop, Fang Box Art Museum."

The world in front of me has passed the last painting, and everyone does not even want to say a few words with the people in the previous paintings. No matter what, they must say goodbye. There are too many separations between life and death, but it can't make people completely numb.

"Let's change our clothes first, this dress is too eye-catching." Wei Dong looked at the colorful people, "Those pedestrians thought we were doing body art."

This university art gallery is located on a youth street behind the university, and there are shops selling clothes along the street.

So several people walked into a shop selling casual clothes.

The store is small, and the walls are covered with all kinds of T-shirts. The printing style is too sharp and old-fashioned-the big hand with the raised **** in bright pink; the mustard green with six pairs of breastfeeding banshees; A giant foot with a lot of colored ointment on the sole of the foot...

The other wall is full of cuteness, with various fruits and food printed on the T-shirt.

"I'll have a banana." Ke Xun directly chose one with a banana design, and at the same time picked one with a pineapple print. "Yan, come here."

In addition to the whole pineapple, there is also a pineapple circle cut into slices with a heart-digging pineapple pattern. Mu frowned and directly chose another one with a few thick and strong sugar canes printed on it.

"..."

Zhu Haowen chose a few green and bright watermelons and printed them on a cream-yellow T-shirt, which has an inexplicable 80s town style.

Qin Ci chose the most inconspicuous white T-shirt with a few green olives on it.

"That's it for me, I love Melissa!" Weidong put on a new T-shirt, sky blue, with chocolate **** on it, revealing the white flesh inside.

Zhu Haowen looked at it: "You are not Melissa."

"I am a coconut! Coco is cocoa, nut is a nut~" Weidong sometimes really admires his own translation comprehension ability, "This is a kind of Melissa with nuts~"

Zhu Haowen wanted to say something, but he still swallowed it alive. Melissa is just Melissa. I have been out and in the painting so many times, and it doesn't matter whether it is coconut or Melissa.

As a result, five big men collectively walked on the street wearing fruit T-shirts, with an indescribable contrast.

"Are you going back to S city directly? I will be with you." Zhu Haowen said, "My cousin will get married in two days and will be in S city."

"Hey, it's lively this time." Before Wei Dong finished speaking, he heard Qin Ci say, "I happened to have a one-week medical exchange meeting in S city."

Ke Xun, who was wearing a banana T-shirt, tilted his head to look at Mu Yiran who was wearing a sugarcane T-shirt: "What's the matter, the five of us are gathered at my site? Celebrate the rest of your life?"

Mu Yiran didn't have a cold face this time. Wearing a fruit T-shirt, he was still in the breeze of Yushu, almost wearing the sugar cane into a purple bamboo effect: "I have no time for these two days, so I have to arrange time."

Qin Ci smiled and said: "Then we will wait for you to arrange. We have lived and died together for so long, and we haven't sat down and eaten a meal together. It's really unreasonable."

"Yes, yes, let's not go to the restaurant, just go to Ke'er's house! Let him make the table for us!" Wei Dong looked like a hostess.

"Yes, they all recognize the door!" Ke Xun also smiled.