Paintings of Terror

"Researchers" tirelessly press the power button again every five seconds.

Although it only takes five seconds to switch on each time, the unbearable pain will remain in the body without any reduction, and there will be no buffer even during the short power-off time.

This is a kind of hard pain that needs to be endured, constantly hovering at the top of the limit of the human body.

I don’t know how long this kind of repetition and circling has passed. It was so long that even Mu Yiran’s body was soaked in sweat, and the sweat on his forehead rolled stubbornly, and suddenly a few drops fell on the eyelashes, before his eyes. Suddenly a flower.

Mu Yi blinked, but to no avail, they stuck to it, seeming to be deliberate, trying to block his vision from the phone screen.

Mu Yiran closed this eye and looked at the screen with the other eye, but unfortunately, after a while, the dripping sweat even smothered this eye.

Nothing can be seen clearly, no matter how you blink, they stick to it firmly.

As long as there is an error of one second, he and Ke Xun will surely die.

Ke Xun... but tried very hard to live with him.

Mu Yiran took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, let go.

pause.

Will it be powered on again? It must be through, and must be through.

The moment the current ran through the body seemed to make people feel relieved for the first time.

Mu Yiran closed his eyes like this, dancing on the tip of a knife, counting silently, to dangerously support the lives of two people with Ke Xun.

The sweat beads on the eyelashes became greasy, which made people very uncomfortable. Mu Yi opened his eyes and wanted to move his eyelids. The phone screen in front of him unexpectedly became clear again, but he saw the next moment on the phone screen. A low battery warning is displayed.

The battery is only 4% left.

And now there is still a long, long time before dawn.

If the phone automatically shuts down when it runs out of battery, what will happen to Cursen?

It was impossible for Ke Xun to think that he had been using silent counting all the time, so he couldn’t use this method to continue to let go with him on time. Even if Ke Xun thought about it, he couldn’t be sure that he (Mu Yiran) would not. Will stop silent counting when he is not sure whether he (Ke Xun) will use this method.

3% battery remaining.

They couldn't make a sound, and there was no way to pass a secret signal. When the phone screen went off, there could only be one ending.

What to do Does it really end here?

2% battery remaining.

With so many paintings born to death, some people keep leaving on the way.

Mu Yiran thought that he had long been used to the separation, and he looked down on death, but at this moment he realized that he was still unwilling to accept it.

1% battery remaining.

What would Ke Xun do?

He said "goodbye" to him.

This guy...he had expected this step long ago.

The phone screen flashed the shutdown screen. In less than three seconds, the entire C area test room fell into endless darkness.

Mu Yiran didn't count the time silently any more, he just firmly grasped the wire end in his hand.

The extreme pain that made people reach the edge of death rushed over, and every microsecond made people feel like being in a hell, cracking the liver and gallbladder, and shattering nerves.

It's very simple to get free, just let go, just let go, you can get free and live.

Sweat all over his body poured out like a dragon head that opened the gate, Mu Yiran raised his eyes and looked into the dark void. The sweat continued to flow into his eyes, stinging pain, but this pain was compared to the pain he was suffering at the moment, It's not even a tiny bit.

Time seems to be slowed down extremely badly at such times. Every second is stretched infinitely, and it slips slowly and slowly, bit by bit.

In the process, Mu Yiran hoped that Ke Xun could let go more than once, even with hope and longing.

Even death is better than this pain.

However, Ke Xun, that stubborn silly fellow, just slapped him on like this, without saying a word, and never let go.

——Even if he hadn't been gagged or concealed his voice, that guy would definitely not say a word, and would smash him to the end with a particularly short beating.

Suddenly, being forced to kill each other became an active contest, to see who couldn't bear to admit defeat first, and to see who was the stronger of the two.

Mu Yiran suddenly felt that this kid might have wanted to pull him a long time ago.

However, as soon as he pulled him over, he died in his hand.

Time is still passing slowly, and the severe pain continues and continues to accumulate.

In the darkness of dead silence, the two people who can't see or feel each other, rely on the death current that connects each other's lives, and go to the sea of ​​fire in an alternative way of joining hands.

As long as countless rebirths of life and death have passed, amid exhausting overdrafts and weak breathing, the death current finally ceased to be connected.

The sound of footsteps clashed away, and the straps that bound his body instantly loosened, and suddenly he could hear his faint breathing in the silence.

Li Yaqing's cry suddenly sounded, howling, hoarse, and vaguely shouted: "I didn't mean to...I didn't want to kill...why, why should I meet this..."

No one can answer her.

Mu Yiran has never been as weak as he is now, even the movement of reaching into his trouser pocket to touch the phone is too difficult to score. The whole hand was trembling, and even almost fell to the ground without being able to hold it when he took out the phone.

Scratching the screen of the phone, Mu suddenly turned the light to shine at Ke Xun on the other side of the machine.

This guy was about to yawn, but seemed to be too exhausted and weak, so he just opened his mouth and gave up halfway. With tears from the yawning in the corner of his eyes, he turned his head laboriously to look at him.

He didn't even have the strength to laugh, he only bends his eyes, moved the corners of his lips, closed his eyelids, and completely collapsed on the chair.

Throughout the night, who can imagine what kind of pain they have experienced, and what kind of willpower they managed to survive.

Mu Yiran put down the phone and closed his eyes.

The darkness is still this darkness, the laboratory is still this laboratory, and the painting is still this kind of painting.

But there seems to be something or a person that is different from before.

Mu Yiran was awakened by a huge knock on the door. Weidong yelled out of the door in panic, anxiety and even a little tragic: "Keer! Keer! Don't scare me! Come open the door! Come open the door, Keer! You! It's okay, I know you're okay, open the door, Ke'er!"

Mu Yiran flashed the phone again and shone it to the side, only to see Ke Xun still asleep, softened into a puddle of mud on the chair, like Erha who only slept shapelessly.

Mu Yi stood up strenuously, the pain last night was substantial, and the lingering rhyme remained in his body for a long time.

He walked a little swayly for two steps, walked slowly to the door, and took a lot of effort to open the door.

Standing outside the door were Wei Dong, Qin Ci, and Zhu Haowen. When they saw Mu Yiran, their expressions were relaxed at first, but they were immediately startled by his appearance. Qin Ci hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Others? What about people?"

Wei Dong had already rushed into the room regardless. The moment he saw Ke Xun on the chair, Wei Dong roared and rushed over, knelt down beside Ke Xun, and wailed: "Ke Er-Ke You wake up-don't scare me-I know you are not dead, you will not die-Keer-Keer, tell me you just fell asleep-you must have fallen asleep-wake up Wake up Keer—"

"I fucking... just fell asleep... You got up and killed me..." Ke Xun's weak voice rang from the top of Wei Dong's head.

"..." Wei Dong raised his face to look at him in shock, and then grabbed his face and tugged around, "You're not dead?! You're not dead?! I'm scornful of your uncle! Great— That’s great — ooh, I’m grazing your uncle —”

Then came Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen: "..."

"Don't worry... I cried... My nose rubbed against me..." Ke Xun struggled to sit up straight, shaking his hands and pushing Wei Dong who was still on his body.

"You're so **** stinky and you hate my nose..." Wei Dong wiped his face and stood up, and took a picture of Ke Xun with a flashlight. "Why are you so wet? Scared to pee?"

"...You can urinate so evenly on your body?" Ke Xun leaned on the chair and didn't want to get up, resting his forehead with one hand, and slightly raised his face to look at Mu Yiran who was standing against the door frame.

Can't help but laugh. It's good to be weak and weak.

To live, of course you must live together.

Li Yaqing has cried and fainted. Next to her is the dead Cai Xiaoyan. After experiencing such pain, fear and moral shock for two consecutive nights, this girl may have completely collapsed.

"Where is Zhang Hanrui?" Ke Xun asked Qin Ci. The two of them were in the D experiment area last night.

Qin Ci was silent for a moment before speaking, "Leave here and go to the top. You will find out when you go up."

Seeing Ke Xun trembling and standing up on a chair, Zhu Haowen stepped up to hold him up before Wei Dong. Qin Ci helped Mu Yiran, Wei Dong put Li Yaqing on his back in the faint, and everyone left the underground experimental area. Exit the iron gate and go to the canteen on the first floor.

However, I saw Qi Qiang, Huang Pi, and Xu Zhen who were in Laboratory A last night. It's just that Qi Qiang's skin was open and bloody. He was washing the wound with water. Xu Zhen's elbows and knees The legs were also covered with bruises.

"What's the situation?" Wei Dong was surprised. "You were beaten? Shouldn't it. Isn't there only noise in Experimental Area A?"

Xu Zhen's expression was very ugly: "It's only noise, but the noise is so disheartening..." He glanced at Qi Qiang, "The injury on his head came from hitting the wall by himself because he couldn't stand the noise."

She didn't say how her injury came, but it was obviously the same as Qi Qiang.

"It seems that Hao Wen'er and I are lucky," Wei Dong said with a fluke. "Fortunately, Ke Er had a good idea. If he passed out, he didn't know anything. What about you Ke Er? How did you get through last night?"

Ke Xun had no energy to answer. He lay down on the table and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. In his ears, Mu Yiran, who was sitting beside him, spoke briefly about what happened last night, and everyone was shocked and silent.

"Where is the girl in the room with you?" Xu Zhen asked Qin Ci.

Qin Ci's voice was low, and he only answered one sentence: "She was subjected to frontal lobe resection."

Everyone was in a deeper silence.

It seems that Zhang Hanrui did not get lucky, she woke up from the fainting halfway through.

"Are you still alive?" Ke Xun suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Alive," Qin Ci said in a voice, "but... lost language and most of the body's functions, and lost the ability to think."

It's no different from a vegetable.

"Tongzi, go down and carry her back." Ke Xun said to Wei Dong, "she is still alive."

Qin Ci said: "Let me go, I just temporarily put her on the bed in the laboratory, she...a little incontinence."

When Qin Ci brought Zhang Hanrui on her back, the clothes under her were covered with dirt. However, among the remaining people, only Xu Zhen and Li Yaqing were women. Li Yaqing was still fainting, and it was difficult for men to help clean up. , I had to look at Xu Zhen.

"I'm dying myself, so what do I care about a half-dead person?!" Xu Zhen refused expressionlessly.

"Now, decide on the order of taking numbers tonight." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, a yellow skin that had never spoken.