Paintings of Terror

Wei Dong choked out his voice, hugged tightly into a ball, and screamed at the door of "Tiger Learning": "Ke Er-Ke Er-you come back soon! You come back to me! Ke-嗷——"

A big cat rammed in through the door, and Wei Dong fell into a push. Wei Dong's head was slapped by it. When he looked up, he saw the big cat flying and jumping in. Mu Yiran embraced.

"Keer——" Wei Dong got up in horror, "He has become a cat completely?! What to do! What to do! Can he still leave the painting?! Big boss! Big boss! What should I do?!"

"It doesn't matter," Mu Yiran hugged the big cat in his arms, his voice calmly, "he hasn't completely changed yet, and his pupils are still human. There is still time--"

It's exactly eleven o'clock.

The box in the center of the room popped open the lid.

Placed upright on the bottom of the box is a stack of brightly colored cards. Printed on the cards are the posters of these 13 cartoons, but the posters lack the titles of the cartoons, and there is a pen next to them.

There is no paper with requirements, only cards and pens.

"Is this asking us to write the corresponding film title on the card?" Wei Dong wondered, "This seems too simple?"

"It's not simple," Qin Ci pointed to one of the cards. "We don't know which cartoon the world of Zhao Haicui's death was."

Wei Dong was stunned, and it took a long time to murmur: "So... we will die in this game..."

"Don't Xiao Ke know about this film?" Qin Ci was also a little worried.

Ke Xun only licked his **** paws with his tongue, as if he could not understand what Qin Ci was saying.

"I think there are few old cartoons that I haven't watched, but I have never heard of this one," Qin Ci frowned, thinking hard.

"The last problem is this, something unexpected." Rowe, who has been silent all the time, said without a word.

"No, this is a logical question," Mu Yiran said. "If you compare every door of the hidden world to the beginning and end of every stroke of the word'M' signed by Mirren, then every cartoon The title of the film may be the stroke between the starting point and the ending point. Now we have'written' the word'm', but there is still a stroke, only the starting point and the ending point, only the stroke in the middle."

"What can we do? We have never watched this cartoon!" Wei Dong watched Mu Yiran's arms tickling his chin with his hind legs, feeling sad.

"Anyway, write down the other titles first." Qin Ci said.

Time always passed very fast at the moment of life and death, and everyone stared at the last card in a desperate way.

If it is twelve o'clock and still can't come up with the name of the cartoon, will everyone die here together?

"How is it possible to guess the title of the film..." Wei Dong murmured, "This is different from guessing right or wrong, guessing the pros and cons, or even guessing the number from one to nine. There are so many Chinese characters, how can we make up this film? Name? Who knows how many words there are in the title..."

"This is no different from finding a needle in a haystack..." Qin Ci also muttered.

"Perhaps we can still use classification, elimination, this method, and that method to narrow the scope of guesswork." Luo Wei's voice was cold, and his eyes fell on Li Yaqing's corpses scattered around the room.

Everyone knows that Luo Wei has fallen into hatred and grief again, because even as a schoolmaster, he can't think of a more useful and scientific method at this moment.

"Meow~~~" Ke Xun pulled a long tone in Mu Yiran's arms, then raised his head, looking at Mu Yiran with a cute expression.

His meow doesn't have any meaning, it's just happy and intimacy. He will be completely alienated into a cat soon, and he has forgotten his emotions and thoughts as a person.

Mu Yiran looked down at him, such a clear look like an animal, his heart tightened for no reason.

When he becomes a cat completely, he will forget all the emotions he had when he was a human, even the memories of the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and even the memories he had seen in his carefree childhood. cartoon.

can not do this.

Don't let him lose all this.

Mu Yiran raised his eyes and looked at the card in front of him quietly: "All cartoons will have a blueprint for their stories. Some come from fairy tales, some come from myths and legends, and some come from historical miscellaneous.

"The story of a rabbit throwing a fire has a bizarre setting, a strange plot, an obscure metaphor, a cruel style, and a mythical ending. I don't think its blueprint depends on fairy tales.

"If it comes from myths, legends or historical miscellaneous records, then there should be traces to follow.

"The old man in the story is ragged, and his complexion is wilted. In such a cave in such an icy, snowy, deserted mountain and ridge, what would happen if it were us?"

"It may be cold and hungry until death." Qin Ci replied.

"If this story is not a fairy tale, then why are there monkeys, foxes, otters, and rabbits in this cave besides humans? Did you see fire in the cave, so you came to keep warm?" Mu Yiran calmly and calmly Di continued, "There can be many animals or other animals that come to keep warm. Why are these four animals? The setting here is too strong. I can only think that the purpose has nothing to do with heating.

"Among them, the monkey, the fox, and the otter are holding things in their hands. The monkey is holding the fruit, the otter is holding the fish, and the fox is holding the lizard.

“We all know that monkeys’ food is mostly fruits, and it is reasonable for otters to eat fish. If it doesn’t matter whether foxes eat lizards or not, then on the surface, all three animals hold in their hands. What they eat every day.

"They came to this cave, holding their own food in their hands, but didn't eat it themselves. What was the purpose?

"The rabbits are obviously the same as them. They came to this cave for a certain purpose, but the other three animals brought their own food. Why didn't the rabbits do it?

"If the rabbit also brought its own food, what would it hold? It can only be grass. As for the saying that the little white rabbit eats radish, it has been fairy tale. Of course, the rabbits fed by humans can eat radishes, while the wild It seems more convenient for wild rabbits to eat grass all over the mountains. It is not realistic to go to the fields to pull radishes.

"Then let's take a look at the nature of the food held in the hands of the three animals-fruits, fish, and lizards. When the rabbit is here, it can only hold grass, and why doesn't it hold it?

"Combined with that ragged old man who may be so cold and hungry that he is about to die, is it possible to speculate like this: the food held by monkeys, otters and foxes is for this old man?"

Qin Ci, Wei Dong, Zhu Haowen, and even Luo Wei, all of them stared at his face together, as if they had been empowered by Daigo.

"Although lizards are not in common recipes, they are also an edible meat," Mu Yiran continued calmly. "Fruit, fish, and meat can all be used as food for the elderly, but grass is not, so the rabbit's hand Nothing on it.

"Because of this, is the rabbit going to commit suicide? This rabbit's self-esteem is too strong.

"Then why do these kinds of animals offer their food to this old man?

"Combined with the following plot, the old man held up the rabbit, took it to the sky, and placed it in the moon, which shows that this old man is not an ordinary person, but a god.

"Do gods need food for animals? Will gods be hungry and hide in caves?

"Obviously, this is a routine used in some myths and legends. Gods turn into mortals to test the mortals' dispositions, but there are no mortals in this story, only animals.

"According to the usual routine, most people who can pass the test of the gods, and finally ascend, become immortals, gain the Tao, or get a happy ending, are mostly personally led by the gods.

"Then in this story, it was this rabbit who was personally led by the gods. It was this rabbit with nothing in his hands. On the contrary, the other three animals that held food for the gods did not get ascended.

"The fundamental reason for this result, I think, can only be related to the rabbit's subsequent behavior of throwing fire. And if the rabbit throws the fire because he is ashamed of not bringing food, then the reason for it being led by the gods It's too inexplicable, so I think there is only one reason, and it is the reason why it has passed the trial of the gods and gained the ascent.

"The rabbit threw the fire into the fire, not because it was ashamed, but because it had no food for the elderly to eat, so it treated itself as food and threw it into the fire for the elderly to eat."

"I rely on—" Wei Dong was shocked, "This story is simply—there is one—I don’t know how to say—"

"Cruel kindness, tragic and humble." Mu Yiran said.

"Yes!" Wei Dong frowned and nodded, "I don't like this story."

"The routine of this story can be followed in many specific stories," Mu Yiran said. "The story has a strong sense of enlightenment, enlightenment, and martyrdom, so I think the blueprint of this story is both It is not a fairy tale, nor is it a folklore, but comes from doctrinal allusions.

"Although I haven't watched cartoons, I still vaguely remember that when I was a child, I saw a popular science program on TV that I don't know what kind of theme it was. There was a doctrinal allusion in it.

"I have completely forgotten the content of the story. I only remember the name of the allusion quoted in the story in the narration. I thought that name was strange and interesting at the time, so I was more impressed.

"The name of the allusion is called "Shi Bensheng·Rabbit Bensheng", and it specifically mentioned that doctrinal allusion, which has been adapted into a handed down story, and the name of the story is called:"

Mu Yiran picked up the pen and wrote its name on the card:

"Rabbit in the Moon".

At the moment before the mobile phone time enters zero, the box in the center of the room emits thousands of bright lights, accompanied by a burst of sweet, childlike music, a picture frame faintly emerged in the light, and in the center of the picture frame , Written with two words full of fairy tales, just like the two most unfinished and reluctant words shown to the children at the end of each old cartoon:

Goodbye.