Paintings of Terror

The **** shovel officer was very busy, he was still in China the day before, and he flew to Europe the next night.

Ke Xun didn't contact him much, for fear that he was resting when the news passed. Therefore, the consequence of further restraint was that the boss of Ke Da finally visited his own gym to inspect the work, and spent the daily idle time on fitness equipment.

Wei Dong got off the treadmill and was so tired that he whispered and panted: "...I'm taking my own life...running...not suitable for us...artists..."

Ke Xun put down the barbell in his hand: "I recommend you a suitable exercise method for art, celestial yoga."

"I know yoga, what is celestial yoga?" Wei Dong asked, leaning on his leg.

"Just practice yoga naked," Ke Xun said, "pursuing a high degree of unity between man and nature, in line with human body aesthetics and natural aesthetics, and satisfying your artistic sentiment as a senior artist."

Wei Dong: "Damn... Then you tell me whether the coach is a male or female?"

Ke Xun: "As you wish, let our most feminine sister Xin teach you."

Saying and beckoning, call the person standing in the distance with the employee sign on his chest: "Xiao Xin, come and guide this guest."

Wei Dong watched the burly man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, chin and tights twisting his waist and buttocks, his eyes kept staring at his boss' chest with a smile, and he reluctantly walked closer. Sweeping his gaze to Wei Dong: "Does this customer want to gain muscle or lose fat?"

Lying-Nima...Wei Dong sits on the ground with no legs, what the **** is the voice of this melodious anime hero!

"No, no, no, your boss is joking," Wei Dong waved his hand again and again, for fear of getting this stunner, "I am not a local, I will leave tomorrow, and I will leave tomorrow."

As soon as Xiaoxin heard this, he ignored him, and looked at Ke Xun with a wave of eyes: "Boss, are you free tonight? Some of us newcomers want to treat you to a meal together."

Wei Dong shivered as he watched nearby.

Ke Xun pointed at Wei Dong: "I'll see him off tonight. I'm afraid I'm not free. Just ask Brother Liu, and Brother Liu will represent me."

Brother Liu is Ke Xun's buddy. When Ke Xun is not in the gym, Brother Liu is in charge here.

After finally dismissing Xiao Xin, Wei Dong elbowed him on the Ke Xun rib: "Fuck, what kind of devil are you recruiting here?! What's the situation with that guy?"

"A few old employees let other gyms go away, so Lao Liu recruited a few new ones," Ke Xun took a towel and wiped his sweat with disapproval. It's awesome."

Don't look at him deeply, Wei Dong: "I looked at this person's impure intentions. The look in your eyes is like looking at a human-shaped vibrator."

Ke Xun denied Sanlian: "Shut up. I am not. Don't talk nonsense."

Weidong circled him: "By the way, your state is not quite right these days, is there something that I don't know has happened?"

Ke Xun walked to the washing room: "What's my state?"

Wei Dong squinted at him hesitantly: "Just... happy?"

Ke Xun: "Except when I was in the painting, when was I not happy?"

"It's not the same," Wei Dong gestured to his face. "The happiness you are in this state is like-have you seen the kind of corgi videos taken on the Internet? When you are happy, the whole fat **** is shaking. Kind."

"Go away, where do you sign." Ke Xun slapped him away. "Hurry up and go to my house to continue studying those paintings."

During this period, members of the "Into the Painting Theory" group have researched all the paintings that have been displayed throughout the year in the Water Flower Art Museum, and recorded the key points. The next thing to study is to be in the museum on the day of the painting. A batch of paintings on display.

This batch of paintings comes from the works of sixteen “weird” painters at home and abroad. The “weird” is the name given by ordinary netizens on the Internet. Gein’s paintings are very bizarre and curious, varied, huge and even absurd. Not by.

"I have a bad premonition," Wei Dong sighed at the bizarre painting on the computer screen of Ke Xun's home. "If we really get into such a painting, we don't know how we will be killed by it."

"Be prepared," Ke Xun said. "Tomorrow Sunday, you and I will go shopping."

"What to buy?" Wei Dong asked.

"Mobile phones and power banks," Ke Xun said, "From the "Human Xue" painting, although most of the functions of the mobile phone are deprived of the painting, it can still be used as a grenade bomb when it is critical."

"Though you say... how many phones do you plan to buy?" Wei Dong asked.

"Ten," Ke Xun said.

"Damn! You have money and you don't have such a burning method! You are crazy, sure enough, you are in the wrong state recently!" Wei Dong screamed.

"You're stupid, I don't buy expensive ones. There are hundreds of small mobile phones everywhere in the Electronic City," Ke Xun said. "My buddy sells them there. All kinds of small domestic brands have no more functions than big brands. It’s bad. Besides, you don’t need any functions when you enter the painting. It’s enough to be able to illuminate, shoot, and last for a long time.

"...You are awesome." Wei Dong finally had nothing to say.

He has one of the biggest things...I don't know if it is a fault or an advantage, but he has a special mentality and can draw inferences.

The chief animal husbandry said earlier that even if the guns and knives from the outside world can be brought into the painting, they will lose their function or become scrap iron--except for the ones that are included in the painting, this need not be mentioned.

Although the mobile phone will not degenerate into a waste product in the painting, it still has only a few functions that are better than nothing. As a result, since the last painting discovered the function of the mobile phone battery as a bomb, he immediately grasped this favorable condition, or the bug of the painting, without letting any one have an extra layer of self-protection. Fully prepare for the details of protection.

Weidong suddenly felt that Ke Xun's growth and maturity in the matter of entering paintings was simply stunning.

No... It should be said that after Ke Dad and Ke Ma left him, Ke Xun actually grew up and matured instantly, but in front of friends, he still used that sloppy and meaningless teasing look to cover up. The pain of growth, when he returned to this empty house where only himself was left, the indifferent and solitary him was the real him after growth and transformation.

Well, but... Wei Dong thought to himself, fortunately, this kid met Mu Yiran.

His happiness now is really from the heart. As a good friend and brother who grew up together, Wei Dong can see it.

Wei Dong also hopes that his good brother can come out of the negative state caused by the changes of his relatives as soon as possible, but Wei Dong dare not think about it. Once one day, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran will face life and death in the painting. , What will happen to Ke Xun...

Rapid growth is enough once.

After growing to the limit, only decay and death await.

City E was rainy, and when Ke Xun and Weidong arrived, a heavy rain was endless.

Ke Xun held a very irritating rainbow umbrella with a shoulder bag slung over him. In addition to a change of clothes, the shoulder bag contained ten other-brand mobile phones and several power banks.

"This hotel is okay," Weidong said in a flat sand falling geese style, and threw himself onto the big mattress of the high-end suite of the Crystal Swan Hotel. "You booked a room? A lot of money, right?"

"Fuck you, you still have so much **** to let you eat me for nothing," Ke Xun kicked over, "Get out of here, your room is next to me, this one is where I live."

"Nani?! Are you crazy?!" Wei Dong sat up and was shocked, "You have also booked two rooms?! Doesn't this house have two beds? Why do you need one room for one person? Refund the money for one room. Can you give it to me? I'm willing to let me lay the floor!"

"Go away, stop talking nonsense, go back to your room," Ke Xun took out his phone, "the other bed in your room is for Hao Wen'er, and his train arrives at half past five."

"Then what about the other bed in your house?" Wei Dong squinted at him, "Don't tell me it's for the boss... Fuck! No way? You two... What's the situation?! What's the situation?!"

"Nothing, don't BB, go quickly." Ke Xun sent a message in "Jinhualun".

Corgi: We are here, @ZHW, @剑胆秦心, do you both remember the hotel address? The room numbers are 1503 and 1504, wait for you to come and have dinner together.

ZHW: I just got in the car.

Jian Dan Qin Xin: All right.

Jian Dan Qin Xin: Has anyone contacted Li Yaqing?

Corgi: I called her and she is on the bus coming to City E.

Wei Feng·Meng: This girl is quite courageous. After so many things in the last painting, this painting dare to come.

Corgi: ... Didn't I tell you, she can call me ten times a day, crying on the phone for half an hour each time, and then asking me what to do for another half an hour.

Wei Feng·Mang: What else can I do... Either die inside the painting, or die outside. If you don’t go into the painting, you will definitely die. If you go into the painting, you might be able to live. You have to try whatever you can...

Corgi: So isn't she here? Can we put down the phone and talk with our mouth?

Wei Feng·Mang: ...I said why I was so awkward.

Ke Xun: "Get back to your room quickly."

Wei Dong: "Why? It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's not when you are sleeping. What do you want to do in the closed room, dirty."

Ke Xun: "...I am alone at home, why can't I do it at home?! Go back to your room, or just stay with me in the same bed."

Wei Dong: "...Damn! That's it! You are afraid that I will dirty your male god's bed! Damn, I know you, you bitch, who is a friend of color and love! From then on, you and I will die! I'm back to my room! Call me during dinner!"

After that, he went to his room next door.

Zhu Haowen and Qin Ci arrived one after another. At about 6:30 in the afternoon, Ke Xun went downstairs and received Mu Yiran at the entrance of the hotel.

It’s only been ten days since I’ve seen him. Goodbye at this time, as if waiting for 10,000 vicissitudes.

Ke Xun couldn't control the corners of his lips, letting it rise, the overwhelming rain curtain seemed to reveal a beam of golden sunlight, which caused several girls at the front desk of the hotel to keep peeking at him. Some people even used their mobile phones secretly. Took a picture.

Mu Yiran was still in suit and leather shoes, only his hair was longer than when he first saw it, and it was gathered behind his head very stylishly, making him even more cold and solitary and extraordinary. The moment he entered the hotel lobby, he attracted a lot of attention. The gazes of the ticket staff and the guests also contained a few light praises from the opposite sex.

Ke Xun took the black umbrella in his hand and wanted to take the business travel bag in his hand. He pressed his arm down: "No."

Two people walked into the elevator, and there were only two of them and an elevator lady in the elevator car.

"Fifteenth floor." Ke Xun said to the elevator lady, standing side by side with Mu Yiran in the middle of the elevator car.

There have been countless times in painting in the past, but this time, it is different from all the past.

Ke Xun heard the vigorous beating sound in his chest, raised his eyes, and looked at the elevator door that had been wiped clean and smooth. The figures of him and Mu Yiran were clearly reflected on it.

Ke Xun raised a smile at the figure on the door. With a move of his hand hanging beside him, he raised **** and gently clamped the fingers of Mu Yiran, which was hanging next to him.

He is real and likes him very much.