Paintings of Terror

Everyone calmed down unanimously, looking at this person with a low sense of existence, but no one could ignore it.

The hoarseness in the yellow-skinned voice is not a magnetic hoarseness, but the smoked hoarseness peculiar to old smokers, coupled with a low tone, sounds like a kind of weird owl.

Since this person entered the painting, he has hardly spoken, let alone communicated with others. At this moment, he suddenly spoke and faced everyone, which made people have to pay extra attention.

Seeing everyone looking at him, there was no expression on his yellow-skinned face. They only looked at Qin Ci with triangular eyes: "Draw lots."

A person who never expresses an opinion suddenly gives instructions at this time, there must be a reason.

Qin Ci thought for a while, but did not object.

It will be a matter of time before the drawing of lots decides the order of numbers. Don't care about one hour and one hour later, if there is a discord because of the same yellow skin, it will cause trouble.

So I cut into nine copies of the paper left over yesterday on the table and wrote numbers on them.

Pushing the chopstick holder with the paper stick into the middle of the table, Huang Pi first reached in and took one, but it didn't open it, and just threw it on the table, and then looked at everyone gloomily.

After everyone had drawn out the lottery, Qin Ci placed the last one in the tube in the empty seat next to it, representing Zhang Hanrui's lottery.

Although she is no different from a vegetable at the moment, she is still alive. If she is not allowed to enter the basement tonight, she will definitely die.

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live. As long as you live, there is hope... even if the hope is really slim.

Everyone opened the sign and showed the numbers on their paper.

Li Yaqing was drawn to number 1, which is equivalent to confirming that she will be in Laboratory A tonight.

It was Qin Ci who drew No. 2, followed by Ke Xun, Qi Qiang, Xu Zhen... This time I was very unlucky. The last three numbers were Zhu Haowen, Weidong, and Mu Yiran.

So it is equivalent to confirm, at least Mu Yiran, tonight will be in D laboratory, the metamorphosis laboratory that performed frontal lobe resection on Zhang Hanrui.

Ke Xun looked at him and Wei Dong, but did not speak.

The breakfast was prepared by Qin Ci. He heated up the porridge that Ke Xun had made yesterday, and the rest of the miscellaneous beans filled their stomachs.

Cai Xiaoyan’s death and Zhang Hanrui’s experience left everyone in the mood to say extra words. Qin Ci called Zhu Haowen and Weidong, went to the archives room and brought in all the information, and everyone sat around the table in the dining hall and began to flip through. Check the file.

Ke Xun flipped over and fell asleep until he was awakened in a daze, "Get up and eat something."

Struggling to lift heavy eyelids, and to meet Mu Yiran's eyes looking down at his face, Ke Xun moved his lips: "Ha is Xun Gongxin."

...Damn, my tongue is hard when I sleep.

"What are you talking about." Mu Yiran's face with little expression still has no expression, but the voice is not as cool as usual, it is just calm, making people unable to hear the emotions.

"Say," Ke Xun wiped his face, struggling to sit up straight, "or do you care about me. What time is it?"

"One in the afternoon." Mu Yiran put a bowl of porridge in front of him.

"Why do you only eat this time?" Ke Xun looked at the bowl of rice porridge that looked like freshly cooked, and then smelled a mushy smell.

"Ah," it was Qin Ci who answered the conversation, his face a little embarrassed, "the first time I was cooking porridge, I didn't know the heat well, so let's do it for a drink."

"Yes, Doctor Qin, it's much better than when I made the porridge for the first time," Ke Xun took up a bowl and drank nearly half of it. "For the first time, I boiled the porridge directly into crispy rice."

Qin Ci smiled slightly self-deprecatingly: "Thank you, your words are very effective in comforting me. I think you are very skilled in cooking. This is rare in families with boys. When did you start? Learn to cook?"

Ke Xun also laughed: "Doctor Qin, you are still alive in the last century. Now it's all men who can cook. Girls are only responsible for the beauty and eating."

"It seems that your father is also cooking in your house?" Qin Ci asked with a smile.

"The old couple used to do it together, now I do it." Ke Xun didn't explain much, he only took a few mouthfuls to finish the porridge, put down the tableware, and asked a few people, "What clues have you found this morning?"

Qin Ci shook his head: "Kang Lai is not in the staff files of the institute."

Ke Xun thought for a while: "Where are the files of the person who is the test subject, have you looked for it?"

Zhu Haowen’s interface: “We did not find the test product file, but we found a few pieces of burned residual documents in the toilet. There was half a black and white one-inch ID photo on a piece of paper. We suspected that it might be related to the file because this piece of paper Obviously it is the upper right corner of a page, and usually only for archival materials, the ID photo should be posted on the upper left or right corner of the paper."

"Oh? Where are you, I'll take a look." Ke Xun stretched out his hand.

Zhu Haowen looked at his hand, then raised his eyes to look at his eyes: "The toilet squats on the wall of the pit. You can pick it up if you want to."

"..." Ke Xun retracted his hand and touched his hair.

The toilet in this research institute is a pit like many years ago. There is a partition in the middle. The pit at the foot is open, like a trench. When flushing, it rushes from one end to the other, and then it rushes in. sewer.

This kind of pit is quite unsanitary, and dirt will accumulate where the water can't wash it, making it extremely disgusting.

"Who is so talented that you can find the paper in the pit?" Ke Xun couldn't help asking.

The opposite Wei Dong raised his hand: "The artist's eyes are sharp."

"We suspect that the abandonment of this research institute happened suddenly," Mu Yiran said. "The personnel of the institute were evacuated very hastily, and it was too late to take away more important documents, or in other words, it was impossible to take important documents. Out of the research institute, so I had to choose to burn the deadliest thing.

"If all these informal studies of the institute are exposed, let alone whether the researchers will be subject to legal sanctions and public criticism, it is the family members who have been chosen to be the subjects of the experiment. I am afraid they will not give up easily.

"So for researchers, the most deadly thing is the archive of the test product. Destroying the archive will destroy the evidence of the victim.

"In addition, the important thing is the experiment log. Of the four experimental areas below, only Laboratory D keeps a part of the experiment log. I guess this was not destroyed in time. We look for the other three laboratories. There weren’t any paper records, they should have been burned just like the test product files, thrown into the toilet and flushed away.”

"In this way, Kang Lai, the author of this painting, is very likely to be a guinea pig?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran.

"It may also be an external person who knows everything inside," Zhu Haowen answered, "for example, the person responsible for handling this matter."

"Regardless of whether it is a test product or a handler," Xu Zhen suddenly grabbed her hair and stared at several people with some collapse. "We can't get any information about them anymore, right?! How can we find it? Sign? Can we just sit here and wait to die!"

"'Painting' will not make us an unbreakable deadlock," Mu Yiran said lightly, "So, there must be a way to find a signature."

"How to find?!" Xu Zhen yelled, "Is it possible that we have to get into the sewer to collect the archive fragments?!"

No one answered her. There was a moment of silence in the room. Suddenly, Qi Qiang pounded the desk hard, gritted his teeth and said: "Look! You have to find the sewer! You!" He pointed at Xu Zhen, "Go find!"

Xu Zhen was astonished: "Why should I go?!"

"Let you go, just go, stop your **** nonsense, provoke me to kill you directly!" Qi Qiang had a fierce face, stepped forward and grabbed Xu Zhen by the front of her, lifted her from the chair and dragged her Going out.

"What are you doing! You let me go!" Xu Zhen screamed, kicking Qi Qiang desperately, and being slapped in the face by Qi Qiang, a broken tooth flew out of her mouth.

"Stop." Ke Xun stood up from the chair, stepped in front of Qi Qiang, and looked at him coldly.

"Boy, I warn you, don't **** get in the way, otherwise the knife in my hand won't have eyes." Qi Qiang said, showing the knife in his other hand.

It was a knife from the cafeteria, with a narrow blade and a sharp tip. It was discovered by him and carried with him at some point.

Ke Xun was as if he hadn't seen the knife in his hand, only staring coldly at his fierce eyes: "The drain is too small for people to pass through. It's useless if you let her find it, let her go. "

"She's thin, she can squeeze it well, you **** get out of my way quickly!" Qi Qiang said with a wave of the knife in his hand, making a gesture to scratch his neck.

This was just a threat. The actual tip of the knife was still two or three inches away from Ke Xun’s fleshy skin. Qi Qiang wanted to make Ke Xun retreat in fear, but unexpectedly, this kid didn’t even take the usual path. He held it on his wrist, and somehow he tugged, Qi Qiang felt that his wrist no longer belonged to him in an instant, the knife fell from his weakly grasped hand, and the whole hand was shaken like a fake Hang on the arm.

Ke Xun's movements didn't stop. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the tendons of Qi Qiang's elbow that was holding Xu Zhen. At the moment Qi Qiang lost his strength, Ke Xun dragged Xu Zhen from his grip. Broke free.

Pushing Xu Zhen to a safe distance, and then kicking the knife on the ground, Ke Xun looked at Qi Qiang with a frightened look: "Stretch your hand over, and I will install it for you."

Only then did Qi Qiang know that this kid had dislocated his hand, and he intentionally killed him directly, but he glanced at this kid's physique, he was so tall that he didn't say anything, his strength reacted quickly. The movements are also very neat, and when you really do it, you may not have the advantage, so you have to press it first.

Qin Ci watched the whole process in his eyes, and couldn't help but say: "Xiao Ke's technique is almost as good as a professional osteopath."

"They practice sports. Dislocations, fractures and injuries are common, and they become doctors after a long time injury," Wei Dong said next to them. "In addition, the group of wild animals in their physical education department fights with foreign schools all day long. Knowing how to treat a dislocation can create a dislocation, and this trick is perfect for everyone."

Zhu Haowen glanced silently next to him: "I can't see that Ke Xun was a school ruffian."

"Then you may have misunderstood him," Wei Dong said. "Ke Er never takes the initiative to make trouble, but can't hold back everyone from the same school and one department. You bow your head all the time and never look up. The other school comes to look for things. You can't leave your classmates and brothers behind. He left by himself, he usually followed to set up a place and build momentum next to him, unless someone hit him on the head... alas."

When Wei Dong said this, he couldn't help sighing, but didn't say more.

Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen did not ask any more. Several people knew the meaning contained in this sigh.

The lives of those normal people have long been far away from them. At this time, it sounds like those memories that were once considered boring, naive, boring, or meaningless, seem so precious, peaceful and beautiful.