Paintings of Terror

Everyone obviously didn't expect the author of this painting to have committed suicide. Another painter here, Yu Ji, asked: "This Yubei Kingdom should be very young, right?"

"Mr. Yu, as a painter in the same city, doesn't he know Yu Bei Guo?" Su Benxin asked.

Yu Ji said: "I only came back from abroad last year. I have heard about the Yubei Kingdom in this city a long time ago, but I have never met. I heard about him not long ago. It's a pity."

Su Benxin sighed softly: "It is said that his depression is getting worse, that's why...I don't know much about it. Our small town is very small, and many local painters' paintings are put on consignment in the art gallery."

"Because of the painter's death, the painting before his death became unsold?" Chi Lei speculated on the side.

Su Benxin nodded and stopped talking.

Zhao Yanbao looked at the clock on the wall of the restaurant: "At half past eight, I don't know when the night in the painting starts?"

This sentence was obviously asking the old members present, and Qin Ci replied: "As usual, it is usually after eleven o'clock."

"After all, we don't sleep in the same place. If danger occurs at night, how do we notify others?" Zhao Yanbao considered it practically.

"Our dorms are all equipped with telephones, how about you?" Qin Ci asked.

Zhao Yanbao nodded: "We also have a phone, and I have already copied down all the phone numbers."

Wei Dong: "I don't know if the old broken phone in our house can be used."

Lion: "I can use it."

Luo Wei got up and went to the front desk, seeming to borrow a pen and paper. When he came back, he turned on more lights, and the table suddenly became brighter.

"Write down the phone number of each dormitory and make a simple address book." Luo Wei sent the memo in his hand to everyone present.

This proposal is very good. Everyone started to fill in the phone number on each piece of paper. In fact, every work unit is a fixed phone number, but the extension number of the room is different.

"There seems to be no cell phone in this world." It was the curly-haired young Zhichun who had not said a word, the trainee who followed Qin Ci in silence.

"Actually, I like to read mystery novels before the mobile phone era. It's better to be a little longer, even fingerprints and DNA can't be verified." After Chi Lei said this, she felt a little out of date, so she coughed slightly and bowed her head to take a cold sip. Lemonade.

After Weidong watched Luo Wei, who was in the same room, finished writing his phone number, he knocked on his head: "I remember that the phone in our room seems to be a very old dial-up phone. I never used this phone since I was a kid. Knowing when to turn to is the leader."

"Fang Xin," Lion said, "turn to a certain level, there will be a stumbling block there."

"Niyi's international friend knows better than me."

"Phone knows no borders." Lion shrugged.

"I'm talking about Zin'er, Ni knows Zin'er..."

Everyone here has finished writing their phone numbers, and everyone has a simple address book with a series of phone numbers in their hands.

Su Benxin whispered to Xiao Qinxian: "...So, you also live in a room alone?"

"I'm the only woman in our place." Xiao Qinxian didn't bother to look at a few "colleagues" in the hospital dormitory, always feeling that these guys were deliberately opposing themselves.

"Can we two be companions?" Although Su Benxin was asking Xiao Qinxian, he still turned his attention to a few old members.

Qin Ci shook his head first: "The division of workplaces is a clear classification. If the premises are messed up, I am afraid it will be regarded as disrupting the rules."

"Okay." Su Benxin said no more.

Xiao Qinxian sneered: "Locking the door at night is the most important thing. Let's ask for more blessings."

Chi Lei said on the side: "Our detective agency also has a room for each person, because the three bedrooms are already divided, we dare not mess with the rules."

"I think living alone is not terrible. The most important thing is to find out the rules of the world." This time it was Zhao Yanbao. She looked in the direction of Mu Yiran and Ke Xun: "Chu Zhiyong said, our task is Looking for the scarlet beast in this world, as far as tonight is concerned, we have not yet started work. This is not considered as an incomplete task. Will we be punished tonight."

"Every world has different rules. We have even experienced a world where the rules change every night," Ke Xun said this time. "It's off work now, and Old Chu didn't mention working overtime. I don't think we will be punished for not finding the beast, at least not tonight."

Everyone was relieved temporarily.

But the old members find this matter more difficult. Sometimes, "unknown tasks" are more terrifying than "impossible tasks".

"It's not yet nine o'clock, everyone can use an hour to speak freely," Qin Ci folded the phone paper in his hand, "If the world is not easy to get started, we can start with that painting first."

"This is an idea," Zhao Yanbao nodded. "At the art museum, we all looked at the painting carefully, and we even had a discussion on the side. Now we might as well say what we think about the painting. It might be helpful. "

Zhao Yanbao looked at Su Benxin and looked forward to the remarks of the art museum owner the most.

Su Benxin pursed his mouth slightly, and took the initiative to speak: "If you put aside the content of the picture, what do you think about the four words Scarlet Beast?"

Everyone didn't speak, and they didn't understand the special meaning of these four words.

Weidong was the first to start the association: "If you want to say these four words alone, I first think of Zaohongma."

Lion said, "I think it's a red lion."

Zhichun: "I think about the huge red rhino and hippopotamus."

other people:"……"

"The Japanese writer Yukio Mishima has a famous novel "The Thirst of Love". I don't know if anyone has read it." Su Benxin asked.

Few people here have read this book. Some people only said that they had heard of it. The only person who said it was Chi Lei.

Chi Lei: "Does this book have anything to do with that painting?"

Su Benxin’s skin still looks white and flawless under the bright light. "It is said that "The Hunger of Love" had another name before it was published. Because the editorial department was not satisfied with that name, it was changed to "The Hunger of Love". "."

"Oh? What was it called before?"

""The Scarlet Beast"."

Everyone suddenly, because the name of the painting is too similar, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is accidental or inevitable.

"What's in the book?" someone asked.

Chi Lei also doesn't know how to summarize a book: "Probably, a woman's life experience of love."

"Or rather, abnormal love." It was Xiao Qinxian who spoke this time.

"All of you have read this book?" Lion asked.

Xiao Qinxian: "I'm just curious about what a woman in Yukio Mishima's works will look like. I have only read this one of his books."

Ke Xun whispered to Mu Yiran beside him in a low voice: "I remember this Japanese writer is..."

"Yes." Mu Yi nodded his head.

I haven't finished yet...Well, this Japanese writer seems to be gay.

"What do you say about abnormal love?" Qin Ci asked this time. It seems that he has never seen this writer's work. "The more detailed the content, the better, it might help us."

The three women who have read this book-Su Benxin, Chi Lei and Xiao Qinxian, glanced at each other and reached an agreement. Su Benxin will tell everyone-

"The heroine in the book is called Yuezi. She personally killed the two men she loved because she was desperate for love." Su Benxin's voice became clear as the light gradually dimmed.

The restaurant is about to close. Everyone cherishes the last light, and feels a sense of holding together for warmth.

"Etsuko really loves her husband, Ryosuke, but because of Ryosuke's effort, she fell into jealousy after marriage and was very painful. Later, her husband suffered from a severe typhoid fever and lay on the bed to live on a respirator. Taking care of him, that kind of care can even be said to be happy and greedy, because Etsuko feels that only at this time can he really have a husband. In the original language, it means "Etsuko enjoys everything, how greedy and boring. With this miserable happiness that unexpectedly returned to her.'

"But a word from the doctor broke Etsuko's happiness-'The patient may be saved.' The husband regained health and vitality. This was not the result that Etsuko wanted. So she unplugged her husband's respirator and saw him Painful death."

"Why?" Wei Dong couldn't help asking, "Since I love him and are willing to take care of him, why should I kill him at the last minute?"

Su Benxin’s gaze is a bit misty and his expression is a bit strange: "These things are very mysterious, and I can only explain with the words of Yuezi in the book: "If I get that kind of unreliable happiness, I would rather get a moment of happiness. At this time, I I feel that it’s easier to see his death indeed than to look forward to my husband’s unreliable birth.... However, the husband’s body is still alive and he is trying to betray me... The memory of jealousy has recovered.'"

Everyone chewed on these words, as if they could understand, but they didn't seem to understand.

"This woman is terrible." Wei Dong took a sip of cold lemonade, feeling his teeth cold and sour.

"How did she kill the second man?" someone asked.

"The second man is Saburo, a servant in the country. This time, his feelings are more hidden. It can even be said to be Etsuko's wishful thinking, but she is very serious about it. There are a lot of texts in the book describing this feeling. This kind of energetic greed from the heart to the body." Su Benxin’s voice is like a radio host in the night talk program, which is very empathetic. "This kind of charm exploration of ordinary men is probably only like Mishima Yukio. Only authors with special talents can describe them well."

Just when someone wanted to ask a question, Su Benxin suddenly said: "I remember a paragraph clearly about Etsuko’s obsession with Saburo. This is what the book says-she thinks his back is like a deep ocean. She is looking forward to throwing herself into it. Although it is similar to the desire of those who throw themselves into the sea, the people who throw themselves into the sea are not necessarily waiting for death."

When Ke Xun heard this, the fingers placed on his legs couldn't help but move. This description was indeed very attractive, cruel and decisive, and there was a kind of energy to spare.

Ke Xun couldn't help but glanced at Mu stunnedly, only to find that the other party was looking at Luo Wei who was sitting in the dark with a casual gaze, his eyes drooping, he raised it again, and looked at the clock on the wall.