Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun felt Luo Wei's eyes observe himself like a high-precision scanner, and finally made the judgment: "No, you don't have it on your face."

"Then, what about it?"

"Neither did he." Luo Wei's gaze swept across Mu Yiran indifferently, as if he had already observed the opponent carefully.

Although it was still unclear what those red traces were, Ke Xun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At least in the face of unknown danger, Mu Yiran was the same as himself.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran stopped talking, quietly waiting for Luo Wei to reveal everything he saw——

"There are some people who are like the two of you. Their faces are the same as before entering the painting. But others..." Luo Wei's voice was slightly muted.

"The first person I found with red marks was Xiao Qinxian. Just after we went back to the dormitory in the afternoon, I found a very obvious mole under her eyes. Although I have not observed this person carefully before, I always feel that This mole of tears appeared abruptly.—The red is a red that can kill all the surrounding colors."

Ke Xun didn't see the red with his own eyes. In his imagination, it was like the corpse of the little girl in the red dress who was pushed on the garbage truck in the movie "Schindler's List".

Luo Wei said with a sneer, "It's probably because Xiao Qinxian realized that I was too probing, and he had doubts and disgust towards me."

"What about the others?" Mu Yiran asked.

"It was found in front of the restaurant that Chi Lei and Zhichun had red birthmarks of different sizes on their foreheads. At that time, they felt something was wrong until they saw Doctor Qin."

"Qin Ci?" Ke Xun never expected that Qin Ci was also hit.

"Yes, half of Dr. Qin's forehead is covered by something like a dark red birthmark. It is a very old and heavy red, different from others' colors." Luo Wei touched himself subconsciously. "The traces of other people are mostly bright red, attached to the forehead, but Xiao Qinxian is under the eyes."

Ke Xun couldn't recover for a long time because he heard Qin Ci's name.

"Who else is there?" Mu Yiran asked.

"Zhu Haowen has a bright red dot on the center of his eyebrows. Yu Ji's is on the top of his forehead. It is like a willow leaf. The color is dark." Luo Wei recalled carefully, "Now take out the pen and paper, I should be able to The shape of these people’s birthmarks is roughly drawn."

Mu Yiran was not in a hurry to pick up a pen and paper, and seemed to want to straighten out the matter first: "In the order you just said: Xiao Qinxian, Zhichun, Chi Lei, Qin Ci, Zhu Haowen, Yu Ji, are these six people? ?"

Rowe's voice is a little low: "It's still one short."

"Who?"

"I."

Mu Yiran's eyes were also somewhat surprised.

Luo Wei's finger never left the position of his right forehead: "In this place, a piece the size of a broad bean is darker in color, but slightly brighter than that of Doctor Qin."

Ke Xun approached Luo Wei and looked at the place he was pointing for a long time, only to see nothing: "Why can you see it alone?"-other people's eyes seemed to have a red shield on.

"Probably because I am the only one outside the city." Rowe said.

"But, why do you, a person outside the city, have red marks on your forehead?" Ke Xun said and asked, "When did you find this piece?"

"I saw it in the bathroom mirror. I was shocked when I saw it. I didn't expect to have it too." Luo Wei got up slowly, walked to the window, and leaned out his head to find that Xiao Qinxian's window was still bright. With the light on, Luo Wei turned around, leaning back against the window, and his face under the light was clean and clean-at least in the eyes of the'city people'.

"If I had opened the'eye of the sky', it should have started from the moment I got the certificate of a foreigner. Unfortunately, my mood at the time was completely entangled with my special identity, and I didn't pay attention to the faces of people around me at all." Luo Wei It has been roughly estimated at this point in time, "Our red traces shouldn't suddenly change, they should have been on the face since we entered the painting. Only outsiders who have been stamped with the seal of'outside the heart city' can see it."

The three people could not analyze the significance of these red traces, but it is certain that these reds should be related to the scarlet beast.

"There are 13 people in total, seven of them have red marks, and the three workplaces are all distributed." Mu Yiran took out a pen and paper and simply took notes. The rest of the work was handed over to Luo Wei and asked him to follow the instructions. Memories depict the shape and location of each person’s red traces, even the extent of the spread of the red edges-no one can guarantee whether these reds will change tomorrow, nor can anyone with a clean face tonight suddenly grow suspicious tomorrow Red marks.

Ke Xun did not expect Luo Wei to have some basic painting skills, and he could grasp the facial proportions and features of the characters. Gradually, Ke Xun was shocked by the traces on Qin Ci’s face on the painting. Although he used a pencil, the red color itself It can arouse the imagination of human beings-Qin Ci's red traces spread all over the left half of his forehead, and even spread to the left eye.

"His color is the darkest, almost black and red, and the Yuji one is also darker, and the rest is mine." Luo Wei drew the last face with a pen, which belongs to him. "If we say we Three belong to the dark red series, then the remaining four belong to the bright red series."

Ke Xun’s mood at this time was very complicated. Seeing the most serious red marks on Qin Ci’s face, he always felt like something was blocked in his heart, both worried and sad. Looking up at Luo Wei who was painting seriously, he also felt sad, and at the same time Unconsciously admire the other's composure.

When assigning work in the afternoon, Luo Wei, as an out-of-towner "outside the heart city area", had the loneliness of being abandoned by the world, and when he asked the old police and everyone, no one could hear him on the spot.

Those red marks like conspiracy were discovered by him, and only he could see them. However, while prying into these secrets, he also saw the red marks on his face in the mirror.

It's really a satirical painting. As a "bystander" outsider, Rowe should have been the most sober, but he was unavoidably contaminated with the red dust of Xincheng.

Ke Xun felt a little depressed. He stretched out his hand and touched Luowei’s actual forehead according to the position on the screen. The "legendary" spot with red marks was no different from the touch of other parts of the skin: "The feeling here is the same. Is there any difference in other parts?"

"It's not different in itself," Luo Wei smiled softly, "but since I saw it, I always felt that the little piece of skin wasn't his own."

This kind of psychological change cannot be more normal.

Ke Xun: "I still don't understand what the classification criteria are, the difference between red and no red, whether it was chosen after entering the painting, or was it predestined before entering the painting."

"I think it must have something to do with something inside," Rowe lightly painted the traces of the characters with a pencil. "These traces might lead to the heart."

Both Ke Xun and Mu Yiran agreed with this statement, but because they couldn't figure out the internal connection, they couldn't explain the matter too thoroughly.

The horseshoe watch on the table pointed to twelve o'clock, and Rowe was about to get up: "These things have only been told to you two. Although we should not keep them from everyone, I am afraid that it will cause unnecessary panic."

There will be panic, and maybe some people will use it as a reason to kill each other. After all, everyone’s task is to "find enough beasts." These red-haired people might be mistaken for beasts. There are relationships. ——Just because Luoweiduo looked at Xiao Qinxian a few times, he was repelled by him by any means, not to mention this kind of serious "big difference" in nature. If suspicion and suspicion cause internal divisions, I am afraid that everyone will not want to get out of this painting.

"No, I have to tell Qin Ci and Hao Wen'er about this. Although I don't know how to take precautions, I must be more careful tonight," Ke Xun scratched his head, "especially Qin Ci."

Mu Yiran did not speak, but cooperatively took out the paper with the phone number written on it.

Luo Wei has stood up and prepared to leave: "You can consider the rest, it's getting late."

Luo Wei opened the door and came out, but found Xiao Qinxian in the corridor, wearing a white coat of forensic medicine, leaning against the wall smoking.

Luo Wei looked at her and didn't intend to speak.

Xiao Qinxian took the initiative to speak: "I just answered a call."

Rowe stopped and looked at her questioningly.

"The other party hasn't talked." Xiao Qinxian was a little annoyed, brushing his hair with one hand, messing up the mushroom head, "I just unplugged the phone line, why doesn't our phone even show the caller ID? I can only pull it out, calm my mind."

"Are you quiet?" Rowe said, "If you are afraid, squeeze with us."

Xiao Qinxian lit a cigarette: "No, I've been a lucky kid since I was a kid."

Rowe squinted at the "lucky guy" in the cigarette, and the eye-catching red mole looked like a drop of blood.

...

Ke Xun had already dialed Qin Ci's phone and heard a familiar voice on the other end of the phone: "Not asleep yet?"

Suddenly I felt very cordial. I don't know when, these friends who went out and started painting together have become relatives.

"Can't sleep, you are in your house?"

"Yes, it's a special treatment for the chief physician." Qin Ci smiled bitterly.

"Luo Wei came here just now, he saw some strange things..." Ke Xun briefly said about the red trace.

There was a little silence on the other end of the phone, and Qin Ci's voice rang for a long while: "I should say it earlier, and use a pen to draw along the edge of the red note so that it is convenient to observe its subtle changes.

"...Let's not talk about changes, I just remind you to be careful."

"Don't worry, judging from the tone of the old policeman, a surgeon is needed here, and I shouldn't have planned the life of a doctor so early." Like a big brother, Qin Ci relieved Ke Xun in turn.

"Bring a scalpel when you sleep, in case you need it."

"Well, it's a good idea."

Ke Xun put down the phone and was stunned for a while before dialing Zhu Haowen's phone number from the phone book.

"Who?" The other party seemed to have fallen asleep.

Ke Xun briefly explained his intention, and the other party asked again the exact location: "There is a red dot between the eyebrows? The location is too terrible."

"Yeah, so be careful."

"Why don't I stick a band-aid to block it? I happen to have a small medicine cabinet here."

"……Fine."

Ke Xun hung up the phone and looked at Mu Yiran: "They are all very optimistic."