Paintings of Terror

The sky gradually recovered from the darkness, but it was already close to dusk.

Xiao Qinxian frowned when he looked at the wedding dress artwork he had just drawn: "I was dizzy just now. How could I design such a conservative wedding dress? I don't like this style the least."

Zhao Yanbao looked at this picture seriously: "This is the style that Chi Lei likes."

"Really, then..."

"I thank you for Chi Lei."

"No need." Xiao Qinxian was a little embarrassed and suspicious. This wedding dress really didn't look like his own style, and he couldn't believe it was designed by himself just now.

Could it be that the dead are really alive in the sky? Just taking advantage of the thunder and lightning and the dim sky, I used the hands of the makeup designer to draw a wedding dress for myself?

Thinking of this, Xiao Qinxian shuddered unconsciously.

At this time, the 11 members were all gathered in the corridor. Qin Ci said: "The two kilograms of beasts collected so far have been locked in a special refrigerator. Please rest assured for the safety."

Qin Ci looked at the evening sky outside: "Today's dinner will continue to be eaten in the hospital cafeteria, or choose another place?"

Everyone didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore, and as night fell, there was no appetite to eat.

Lion suggested: "How about the hairpins going to the cafeteria last night?"

This suggestion was approved by everyone, so the group left the hospital and walked along the familiar street to the restaurant.

Su Benxin wrapped his big bohemian shawl tightly, and walked with Mu Yiran Ke Xun, unconsciously sighing: "Well, if you put aside other factors, you can enjoy such a beautiful spring in the painting. It’s like a gift from a painter."

Ke Xun looked up at the peach blossom branches seen in the corner of the wall: "In previous paintings, there were few such distinct four seasons. Most of the time, people would ignore the existence of seasons. This painting is arranged in this way, it can be seen that Useful."

"In the spring season, there will always be something like wind, flowers, snow and moon," Su Benxin smiled faintly, "Maybe this is more in line with the setting of the romantic city of Xincheng."

"In view of the situation of these two beasts today, I always feel that it would be too thin if you simply give them the meaning of love." After Ke Xun said this, it felt very unlike what he said.

Ke Xun walked by the wall made of rosestone. The warm beige sweater gave the whole person a different color. Even if the police uniform was put on his arm, it did not violate the harmony.

Su Benxin looked up at the tender green branches above that are special for spring: "Love is supposed to be heavy, and it is destined to be impossible to be too simple. No matter how simple the background is, as long as you have thoughts, love will have levels— —On the contrary, those beasts, they are truly innocent, so they are so persistent."

Hearing these words, Ke Xun did not completely agree: "Those beasts are the product of negative emotions, and they can never be simple."

Su Benxin turned his face to look at Ke Xun, seemed to think about it seriously, and nodded slowly.

Qin Ci, who was walking in the front, was telling the crowd: “For all those who appear after death, all funerals and other matters must be arranged by the police station. It is said that the specifications are also uniform.”

"How do most people arrange for the beast?" Yu Ji asked.

"It is said that most people will choose to donate to the city. This kind of donation is not free, but a very generous remuneration."

"It's really ironic, it's obviously a sale, but it has to be a donation!" Xiao Qinxian gradually returned to normal and talked more.

"As far as the value of the beast itself is concerned, no matter how much the Xincheng government repays, it probably cannot be compared with the beast." Qin Ci said, "Of course, this is only a unilateral reasoning. What is the use of these beasts? The information in my office is impossible to explain."

Su Benxin walked two steps quickly, just side by side with Rowe who was walking in the middle position: "Why are you so silent?"

"I'm less talkative."

"I have always felt that we are a collective, you must not exclude yourself."

"Thank you." Luo Wei looked at Xiao Qinxian who was chattering in front, "Have you seen her smoking today?"

Su Benxin looked at Luo Wei with a smile: "I think the early spring of this season is the best, more attractive than the late spring when the flowers are in full bloom."

"Well, when I didn't say it." Rowe gave a wry smile.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran gradually fell behind.

"You have been observing Doctor Qin." Ke Xun looked at the long shadows of the two people. The sunset behind him made the world more real.

"In fact, the relationship between light and shadow is the most magical. It is like the sunset at this moment. Our shadows are obviously stretched by him, but the sun is exerting force in the opposite direction." Mu Yiran showed a rare smile, making Ke Xun dazed. I feel that all the white fragrant flowers in this world are blooming for the first time.

The two people’s broad shoulders are close to each other, making Ke Xun feel practical and appropriate: "I haven’t really thought about this. Now that you have said this, this power is different from all powers in the world. If it is westward, our shadow will move to the east, as if it is stretching our shadow in the opposite direction."

"Heart City seems to have such an inexplicable power," Mu Yiran squinted at the 9 members who were walking in front. "The beast involves the deepest part of people's hearts, so we can't carry out the analysis beforehand. ——If you didn’t guess wrong, those with red marks should already understand where they are."

"This," Ke Xun was about to say. People in the old group can communicate first. If people with red marks can guess the characteristics of the beast in the body, they may be able to avoid it by brainstorming, "So, what do you think Dr. Qin has inappropriate?"

Mu Yiran smiled softly: "It's not just Doctor Qin, you already have something wrong with you now."

"Ok?"

"Don't you think your title is a bit strange?" Mu Yiran raised his arm, "You haven't called Qin Ci Doctor Qin for a long time."

Indeed, Ke Xun usually refers to Qin Ci as Ge Qin, and occasionally jokingly calls him Lao Qin, the name Doctor Qin—except for Mu Yiran, no one calls him such a formal name.

Ke Xun thought it was easy to explain: "After all, it is only in this painting that Qin Ci really exists as a doctor. I have never seen him as a doctor before in the real world. The previous paintings , He did not have the opportunity to take a scalpel-only this painting can really show his side as a surgeon."

"It seems that Qin Ci feels the same way." Mu Yiran said, "He has naturally integrated himself into this world."

Ke Xun seemed to have realized: "Is it because of the beast?"

Ke Xun remembered what Luo Wei said that the shocking red mark on Qin Ci's forehead, if it really turned into a beast in his body, what kind of existence would it be? fiercely? Tolerant? Elephant invisible?

"It is precisely because of Qin Ci's changes that I feel the terribleness of this city." Mu Yiran took Ke Xun's hand. Both of them had cold fingers, and they both tried to grasp each other with warm hands. The two did not explore for too long at the fingertips of the two, and the two palms formed a subtle inter-embedding.

If light and shadow can also form such a frank tolerance, it may be able to solve the mystery of Happy City.

"I have to talk to Doctor Qin tonight...Qin Ci," Ke Xun became more worried about Qin Ci, "the beast is too terrible, and it holds the host's fate."

Sometimes, face-to-face duel is not terrible. Even if the power is disparity, you may be able to meet the brave in a narrow way; I am not terrible when the enemy is in the dark. As long as one party can calm down, he can always force the other party to show signs; It's terrible, I'm afraid it's just because you are in this mountain, if you don't get out of this deep mountain, you will never know the true face of Mount Lu.

"Yes, there must be a meeting tonight." Mu Yiran looked at Luo Wei who was walking in front of him, frowning slowly, and walking two steps to catch up with him, "I have something to ask you today. But they were all delayed by other things-today we all saw a lot of people, whether on the street or in the hospital, what percentage of the people have red marks on their foreheads?"

Luo Wei slowed down and showed a wry smile: "Mr. Mu, you finally remembered to ask me this question."

"Have you reminded me?" Mu Yiran took out a piece of paper from his pocket with some strange time points in it. "Did it during lunch in the cafeteria? Twice? Or this afternoon while waiting for surgery. There are three times? Of course it may be during the morning operation, but I haven't thought of recording it yet."

Luo Wei breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relieved expression: "I have a feeling of shouting in the lonely valley all day, and finally getting a response at dusk."

"Sorry, when I was just at lunch, I found that there was always a short gap in the communication with you, but I couldn't talk about what I wanted to say, so I secretly wrote down these time points on the paper."

"Thank you for your wisdom." Rowe couldn't help but laughed. "I have already spoken to you twice about what you said just now, but everyone is indifferent. About other people in this city, people with red marks About 30% of the total number of people, I don’t think they know it themselves."

Mu Yi nodded his head: "After all, in this city, only the dead can be measured by professional instruments to determine the position of the beast in the body."

Mu Yiran couldn't help but looked at Luo Wei for a while: "It is a bit cruel to let you bear this alone."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not very lively anyway." Rowe comforted himself.

Mu Yiran continued: "I have clicked a total of 5 time points on the paper, which means that if we were unable to communicate 5 times, if you unilaterally raise it, we will never hear it; unless we have a flash of inspiration. Just figure it out for yourself so that you can get your answer."

"That's what I mean, it makes me look like a god..." Luo Wei rarely joked.

"Excluding the question just now, at the other three points in time, what do you want to say?" Mu Yiran asked again, somewhat unwillingly.

Luo Wei didn't know which one to start with, and his eyes fell on Xiao Qinxian in front of him: "Let's just talk about that woman. She smoked a lot of cigarettes last night, but today I didn't see a single cigarette. I think this is unreasonable, and people who are addicted to cigarettes can't bear it for so long."

Mu Yiran seemed to be lost in thought, and looked into the distance of Long Street: "I think we should have a good talk about the title page in the next step. At least we have to figure this out tonight."

"Well," Rowe was crying without tears, "then don't talk about smoking for now."

"Currently, only two girls have read this book. I think Su Ben's heart is more reliable."

"Yes, I also think that women who love to smoke are not reliable." Rowe urged the topic hard.

Mu Yiran looked at Luo Wei suddenly, took out a pen from the pocket of the police uniform in his hand, and wrote down on the paper: 18:39.