Paintings of Terror

"What do you mean?!" Liu Yufei rushed over to throw his fist.

Ke Xun is tall and has long arms. Before Liu Yufei's fist was raised in front of him, his hand had already reached Liu Yufei's face. He held Liu Yufei's face with five fingers, and then moved to the side at random. He staggered out.

"Tongzi, it's your turn." Ke Xun said.

"What I want to say is the same as Ke'er," Wei Dong said, "I'm just an ordinary person, with no specialties or advantages. The only guarantee is not to bite others."

"Our Dongzi is still an artist," Ke Xun added for him. "The art major, with a unique professional vision and perspective on art works, and studying the world in paintings, can be regarded as his counterpart."

Wei Dong wondered what kind of counterpart.

The doctor looked at the pancake stall owner: "What about you, what do you want to say?"

The owner of the pancake stall opened his bloodshot eyes: "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, please, don't choose me, I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

Seeing that he only had this sentence over and over again, the doctor had no choice but to stop asking, and finally turned to Mu Yiran: "It's you."

Mu Yiran said: "I have a clue."

"..."

Only four words, simple and crude, straightforward.

If Ke Xun's fatal blow was only one-on-one, then Mu Yiran's one-strike must kill all members directly.

He has a clue.

No one can die him.

It's that simple.

The doctor lowered his eyes: "Okay, I'm all done, now... Vote, time is running out."

Everyone's face is heavy and complicated.

It doesn't feel good to be an executioner.

However, facing death is even more uncomfortable.

"I'm going to get paper and pen." The doctor got up and went to the old man, and brought back a piece of yellow paper and several charcoal pens.

Cut the paper into eight equal parts and give it to everyone, and then said: "Please give your name, if you really don't want to, you can give yourself a name."

"Ke Xun," Ke Xun said first, "Conan's Ke, Li Xunhuan's search."

"Wei Dong," Wei Dong continued, "Wei Qing's Wei, Dong Qing's Dong."

Ke Xun: "...I really wronged you for not calling me ‘green’."

Wei Dong: "Ke Zhen, the evil Ke, you shut up."

Mu Yiran coldly glanced at these two people who still didn't forget the poor words just before the death. I wonder if these two people are adhering to the second B spirit of not seeing the coffin, crying, and entertaining to death, or... from In the bones there is calmness and meaningless rough nerves.

Then he said: "Mu Yiran, Mu Ye's Mu, Chang Yi Yi, leisurely Ran."

"On the endless field with blue sky and white clouds, happy and leisurely, good name." said Ke Xun, a young man with rough nerves.

Mu ran coldly: "Nan Kemeng's Ke shut up."

Ke Xun: "..."

Weidong: "..."

Next, the single father and the owner of the private enterprise each reported their names, one named Ma Zhenhua and the other named Zhang Maolin.

The owner of the pancake stall refused to give his name, and kept begging: "Don't choose me, please, I beg you, don't choose me..."

"Let him code A." The doctor sighed slightly and looked at Liu Yufei.

"Look at what I am doing! I can't die anyway! If you want to write, just write about others. Some people have a vegetarian meal. It is useless to live in the country and the people. It is not a pity to die!" Liu Yufei shouted.

"Let him code name SB." Ke Xun sighed slightly.

Weidong: "Very appropriate."

The doctor said one last time: "My surname is Qin, Qin Ci. Qin Shi Huang's Qin, bestowed."

The room fell silent again.

Eight names and eight lives have been placed in front of everyone in an inevitable and irresistible manner.

Zhang Maolin, the owner of the private company, took out his cell phone and glanced at everyone nervously: "It's only five minutes before nine o'clock... Must, must vote..."

Everyone's complexion instantly distorted.

The arrow is on the string, and there is no time to hesitate.

The doctor calmed his face, but his eyelids drooped: "Write it, it's always coming."

In the long and short five minutes, except for Ke Xun and Weidong who had already declared abstention, everyone else picked up the pen one after another.

In the process of writing the name, some were expressionless, some struggled, some were vicious, some wept bitterly.

One minute before the time reached nine o'clock exactly, everyone put the paper with the name on the table, and slowly pushed it toward the center of the table.

Even if you don't open the announcement, the world in this painting will know who the person with the most votes is.

Everyone sat there, staring at the back of the paper, waiting for the moment when the sentence was pronounced.

Time passed by, single father Ma Zhenhua and private business owner Zhang Maolin couldn't help crying with the pancake stall owner.

The doctor and Mu Yiran were always calm and expressionless.

Wei Dong stared at a corner of the tabletop in a daze, Ke Xun slumped his thin eyelids, leaning against the back of his chair motionless.

Liu Yufei's whole body was trembling, his fists clenched, big beads of sweat gushing out of his forehead.

It wasn't until the second of the time was counted down, that the string in his head finally broke, jumped up, and shouted heartbreakingly: "I don't want to die—I want to go back—false—this Everything is fake—I am dreaming—I am having nightmares—make me wake up soon—I don’t want to sleep anymore—make me wake up—"

As if he was crazy, Liu Yufei smashed the door and rushed out, seeming to want to break out of the shackles of this weird world. Everyone quickly got up and chased to the door, only to see Liu Yufei stumble and stumble on the fence of the yard.

The pointed bamboo fence with jagged burrs plunged into Liu Yufei's body, and came out with gushing blood.

Liu Yufei let out a scream, struggling desperately on the bamboo fence.

It's like a grasshopper whose stomach is punctured by a bamboo stick.

The thick blood rushed down the bamboo fence, Liu Yufei's screams gradually weakened, and his limbs slowly stopped struggling.

Until it hung there lifelessly like a bacon, there was no more movement.

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin directly fell on the ground with their legs weakened, and both of them wept bitterly. I wonder if they were scared by Liu Yufei's death, or they were grateful that they had escaped from the line of death and returned to life.

The owner of the pancake stall was so scared that he was incontinent again.

The doctor looked at Liu Yufei's body and shook his head with complicated expression. He was thinking of saying something to relieve the heavy depression and unspeakable atmosphere, but saw Mu Yi suddenly walking towards Liu Yufei's body and couldn't help but say something. A cry: "Can't be saved, he is dead."

Mu Yiran ignored Liu Yufei's body, and was about to bend over to take a closer look when he heard a voice behind him: "Want to study his method of death?"

Mu Yiran tilted his head and looked at him calmly, seeing Ke Xun following him at some point.

The others did not follow. Mu Yiran turned around to examine Liu Yufei's body, only to see that the row of sharpened bamboo fences under him, stained with the sticky blood, penetrated Liu Yufei's waist completely. The abdomen, almost cut his body into two pieces.

"Cut at the waist." Mu Yiran coldly spit out two words that sounded extremely cruel.

However, Ke Xun noticed that his tone seemed to be somewhat clear in addition to Leng Ran.

When he returned to the house, the old man had already set up his breakfast, as if he didn't know what had just happened, and still repeating the words of yesterday morning lifelessly: "Everyone worked hard last night. Let’s have breakfast first. There is nothing to do during the day. You can rest and come to me when it gets dark. I will arrange work for you tonight."

After speaking, he turned and went into the back room.

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin were still sitting on the ground crying. The owner of the pancake stall was soft on his chair like mud, his incontinent urine flowed to the ground. The doctor leaned on the door frame and fell into his thoughts. Wei Dong hid in a corner where the corpse could not be seen. .

Mu Yiran sat at the table, and as soon as he raised his hand, he saw that Ke Xun handed him a wotou very filially. He also grabbed a wotou in his hand and greeted Wei Dong: "Come and eat."

"Fuck you still have an appetite to eat?" Wei Dong was shocked.

"At this time, I should eat more," Ke Xun pointed to the seat and asked him to come over. "Didn't you listen to what the old man said? I have to live again tonight. It was a fluke that I didn't die last night. Can I survive tonight? I don’t know, even if everyone is lucky enough to survive again, would it be possible to vote again tomorrow morning? Come and eat quickly! Only when you are full can you have the strength to find the seal as soon as possible."

Wei Dong felt reasonable and reluctantly sat down and forced his throat to fill his head with rice gruel.

After hearing this, the doctor walked over and sat down, silently ate his stomach, put down the dishes, and looked up at Mu Yiran: "Xiao Mu, now you can share the clues you got with everyone."

When Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin heard this, they struggled to get up and sat around the table, staring at Mu Yiran eagerly.

Ke Xun felt that if Mu Yiran didn't leak anything out of his mouth at this time, the two of them could swallow him alive.

Mu Yiran didn't seem to want to conceal any more, suddenly bowed his head, untied the linen strip with the word "Yang" around his waist, and placed it on the table.

"The rule that sets the way for us to die is this piece of cloth."

The doctor was slightly surprised: "Although I know that this cloth strip must be weird, it is also a basis for grouping us people, but you said it stipulates our way of death. Is there any explanation?"

Mu Yiran pointed to the words on the linen strips: "On the first night, three people died in the mourning hall. The words on the strips were "民". All three of them lost their eyes. The two people who died in the graves, cloth The word on the strip is'and', the two people were divided into equal pieces of meat, and they were eaten by crows; Liu Yufei, who had just died, had the word'Gu' on the strip, and the method of death was similar to that of a cut."

The doctor shook his head slightly in doubt: "I don't see how their death is related to these words."

Mu replied: "I remember you said that the ancestor of the villagers was Zongzhu. I also said that cursing was very popular during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The most famous one is "Curse Chu Wen".

""Curse Chu Wen" is a text carved on the stone of Qin State during the Warring States Period. The font belongs to Xiaozhuan. The predecessor of this font is inscriptions on inscriptions on bones and bones.

"The ancient things, whether they are artifacts or words, are very rich in ghosts and gods. Ancient people respect and respect words more than today's people. Therefore, whether it is the power of divine power or curse, it is pinned on the words.

"Most people only understand the current meaning of the word'民' by the people, referring to population and people, but at the beginning of the creation of this character,'民' had a terrifying original meaning.

"The word'民' in the oracle bone inscriptions is composed of an eye with pupils and a pointed cross underneath. Its original meaning is to hold a sharp weapon to blind people’s eyes and make it become Let the slaves sent for enslavement.

"The meaning of this word became more obvious after the oracle bone inscriptions evolved into inscriptions. The character'民' in the inscriptions directly erased the pupils in the eyes, and the cross became a sharp cone shape, directly piercing the eyes.

"Let's talk about the word ‘and’ again. In the oracle bone inscriptions, it is composed of a variant of the word ‘Xi’ plus a ‘=’ sign, xi, represents a piece of meat, and ‘=’ represents equal, and is composed of the word “equal”, which represents the equal share of meat.

"In the primitive communist era, food is the most important common property, and meat is the highest level of food. Equally dividing meat is an important ceremony for ancestor worship. Therefore, the original meaning of the word'and' means equal sharing. Meat is divided and eaten.

"Finally, when it comes to the word'Gu', Gu is composed of ancient characters and Xin. The ancient characters represent the big axe, and the Xin represents the person who receives the death penalty. The original meaning of the word Gu means to use a big axe to execute Decapitation or capital punishment.

"After the first night, after seeing the deaths of the five people, I had some suspicions about these words, but the examples were insufficient and I didn't dare to assert. I just saw the death of Liu Yufei, which has been able to prove my inference.

"These characters written on the cloth strips are infused with the fierceness inherent in the original meaning of the characters, plus the curse ability of the village ancestors who have done the ancestors, and they have become able to limit the way we die. Curse props."