Paintings of Terror

The two proceeded cautiously towards the small village.

Ke Xun's eyesight has always been good, but the small village in the distance still looks like a blur, with only a rough outline, like a low-pixel photo or an ancient painting.

"What do you mean by this..." Wei Dong walked tremblingly beside him, using words to alleviate the fear in his heart, and kept looking to the sides, "Isn't it a dream? Isn't the earth making aliens? People have invaded, you say? What brother does not want to die! Lao Wei's ancestral beriberi cannot be broken in my generation..."

"Shut up for a while," Ke Xun lowered his voice, "the more you can't figure out the situation, the calmer you will be. The horror movie saw you for nothing."

"Why does it have to be a horror movie, it can't be a pornographic movie?!" Wei Dong didn't dare to speak loudly, and lowered his voice.

In fact, Ke Xun was also up and down.

The situation in front of me was so sudden and weird that I was stunned by anyone.

Weidong is obviously already scared Liushen Wuzhu. Both of them can't panic. One of them has to stay calm-at least on the surface.

The two of them kept their feet as light as possible. Everything in this silent night seemed extremely loud, and in the dark and vague surroundings, there seemed to be some suppressed things or sounds, ready to come out.

As we get closer and closer to the small village, the scene in front of me becomes clearer and clearer. In the dark night fog, a house built of dilapidated earth walls and mud and grass slowly appears in front of me.

On the outskirts of the village, there were seven or eight people standing.

"Someone!" Wei Dong whispered, with surprise, fear and joy in his voice.

The fear is because it is not certain whether the group of people is human or "human".

Ke Xun squinted his eyes, and there was more joy in his voice: "It's a human."

He saw with his own eyes there was someone inside who was playing with a mobile phone there.

The mobile phone party deserves to be the biggest creature in the world. It is the first thing to watch a mobile phone when driving, taking a child to watch a mobile phone, crossing the road to watch a mobile phone, and after being hit by a car and landing on the ground.

In such a weird environment, I still look at my phone.

But you also have to admit that where there is a mobile party, everything will look very...does it matter?

The two quickened their pace and ran toward those people.

"Dude! Does anyone know what is going on?" Wei Dong couldn't wait to ask one of the young people who had been looking at them.

This man is in his twenties, and he is also dressed in a yellow and white linen shirt. His hair is the same as Ke Xun Weidong’s, still in its original condition. The sides are shaved short, and he has a very greasy pigtail behind his head .

"Nine, ten." Little Pigtail counted, then looked back at the others, "It's still three short, we have to wait."

"My buddy, please explain." Wei Dong asked.

Ke Xun looked at these people.

There are men and women, there are old and young, there are middle-aged men with a beer belly and full of intestines, and there are also a nervous and young student girl.

Without exception, everyone wore weird clothes made of linen.

Who are these people?

The braid glanced at Wei Dong, then at Ke Xun, with no expression on his face: "Wait, I have to come three more people. Let's talk about it when we come together."

Weidong looked at Ke Xun, and Ke Xun gave him a wink: Wait, just watch the changes.

Taking advantage of waiting inexplicably, Ke Xun observed in secret.

The first thing to observe is the one with the mobile phone that I saw just now.

He was a man in his thirties, wearing black-rimmed glasses and keeping his head down, the light from the phone screen hit his face, looking very numb and strange.

Ke Xun also touched himself, and found his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

This is even more weird-although the clothes have changed, the things I brought with me before are still there, except for the mobile phone, the house key, and a half pack of chewing gum.

It's as if only the clothes on her body have changed in style and texture, and nothing else has changed.

——What the **** is this going to do?

Ke Xun unlocked his fingerprint and found that the screen of the phone finally turned on, but "No Signal" was displayed on the top.

……by.

It is simply the usual routine of dog-blood movies-when you need to call the police or contact others, your phone will never have a signal, you will never catch fire when you need to drive away, and you will never find the right key when you need to open the door for evacuation.

Taking the phone back, Ke Xun glanced around, and his eyes fell on the tallest person involuntarily.

This person is really outstanding, not only of his size, but also his appearance.

With fair skin, handsome eyebrows, cold expression, and calm temperament, no matter how many people stand in the crowd, he can be noticed at first glance.

Even if he wears burlap and linen clothes, others look like he wears linen and filial piety, but he is dressed like a wild crane, romantic in Wei and Jin Dynasty.

The man noticed Ke Xun's gaze, glanced lightly, and then moved away without any waves, looking towards the blurry distance.

Wei Dong couldn't hold back a bit, looked around, smashed to the 16 or 17-year-old student girl, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, do you know what's going on?"

The student girl turned pale: "I don't know... I just came... They don't tell me... what to do... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." she sobbed.

Seeing that she was crying, Wei Dong quickly patted the **** the shoulder: "Hey, don't cry, so many people are there, it's okay, it's okay. You can go back after finding the way together, don't be afraid ."

"I'll come in to see a painting, why is it like this..." The student girl was sobbing with tears, "My mother told me to go back earlier. If it weren't for rain, I wouldn't be able to come in to avoid the rain. Why did I encounter it? so……"

After the word "terrible" seemed to be afraid to say, he started crying again.

"Seeing paintings? You also went to the art gallery to see paintings?" Wei Dong asked hurriedly.

The student girl nodded: "I went in just to avoid the rain. I knew I would not come in when I got drenched in it!"

"Is it the Xingkong Art Museum?" Wei Dong asked.

The student girl continued nodding.

"Is it the exhibition hall of Erotica's secret drama?" Wei Dong asked again.

"Huh?" The student girl looked up at him with tears.

"Uh, no, it's the black-hole exhibition hall. There are no windows. All the paintings are indistinct." Wei Dong gestured.

The student girl nodded: "Just the exhibition hall at Heidongdong, the power went off as soon as I entered, and then a light was turned on, and then I...inexplicably got here..." she cried again.

Weidong turned his head to look at Ke Xun: "Co-author everyone is here."

Ke Xun raised his eyes and looked at the people in front of him. These people were a little weird.

If everyone came to this bizarre place in the same way, they should be as flustered and ignorant as Wei Dong and him. Even if they can suppress the confusion, they will ask questions like Wei Dong and find a reasonable explanation. It shouldn’t be like this, most people are very quiet and calm, as if...

It seems to have long been used to it, or to understand the reason.

Ke Xun gave Wei Dong a wink.

Two people grew up wearing a pair of crotch-opening trousers, and they had a tacit understanding. When they passed by, they knew each other well.

Wei Dong closed his mouth and stood quietly next to Ke Xun, keeping a certain distance from these people intentionally or unintentionally.

After waiting for more than forty minutes, in the depths of the deserted grassland, three more people came one after another. One of them was a little familiar. Ke Xun thought about it and remembered that this was a pancake stall opposite the art gallery. Boss.

"I **** went into the art gallery to look for a toilet to pee, why did you come here?!" The owner of the pancake stall looked at the crowd suspiciously.

"Everyone is here." The previous greasy braid ignored the questions of the three newcomers and turned to look at the others, "You can go in."

"Where are you going? Where is this?!" The pancake boss grabbed his arm.

Little Braid glanced at him, there was still no expression on his face, but his voice sounded a little gloomy: "In the painting."

"—Painting? What painting?" The pancake boss was confused.

"Did you enter an art gallery? Did you enter an exhibition hall? Did a painting shine in the exhibition hall? Did you come into this place right after that?" Little Braid asked impatiently.

"Yes...Yeah, what's the matter? That painting is very strange..." The pancake owner vaguely realized something.

"You are in that picture right now!" Little Braid shook him away, and followed the others who had already started to walk into the village in large strides.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong, who were listening with their ears twisted, looked at each other.

"It's true..." Wei Dong was desperate, "How can people get into the painting...I don't believe..."

"I don't believe it!" cried the three people who came last. "How is it possible! Where is this? Who are you? What do you want to do?!"

No one paid any attention, and those who were first just walked into the village.

Weidong looked at Ke Xun: "How to fix it? Follow them or..."

These people behave strangely, and following their words, it is not a blessing or curse.

Ke Xun looked around and gritted his teeth: "Follow."

Later, two of the three people refused to follow. They stayed where they were and shouted, but the pancake boss strode up to catch up, grabbed one of the first group of people, and shouted, "Don't go!" You have to make things clear! What is going on?!"

The one he grabbed was the outstanding young man.

The man stopped, and turned his head to give him a faint look: "This is true in the painting. As for why people are in the painting, I don't know this. But if you want to go out and return to the original world, the most Fortunately, follow us."

The voice is like his person, very cold.

The pancake owner wanted to grab him and continue to ask, but he pinched his wrist. The pancake owner suffered from pain and was forced to let go.

This group didn't care if the following people followed up, as if they had waited for more than forty minutes just to gather the heads.

Ke Xun counted, there were 13 people in total.

Listening to the meaning of this person’s words just now, this group of people seems to understand this weird and weird situation very well, and they also know the way to return to the original world. Ke Xun felt that if he and Weidong want to leave here, they still have to think How to build a good relationship with these people.

Thinking like this, he chased up to this person just a few steps, walked side by side with him, turned his face to look at him, with a gentle voice and an OK expression: "Guys, look, we have encountered this kind of thing for the first time. It is inevitable to ask a few more questions. Can you tell us in detail what is going on and how can you leave here?"

The man also glanced at him lightly, his eyes fell forward again, his voice still full of coldness: "If you want to leave, there is only one way: survive and find the signature."

signature?