Paintings of Terror

I saw the three locust trees not far behind by the crowd. The grimace on the tree had been completely peeled off from the trunk. Thousands of ghost heads swarmed, twisted and ferocious, rushing toward the crowd. , The messy hair was formed into a ball, dragged into a cloud of mist behind, the slow-growing ghost head appeared and disappeared between the tangled hair, and the gray and chapped face showed violent features and hate. Can't catch up with the people in front immediately, so that they can eat meat and drink alive.

The pancake owner and Ma Zhenhua were frightened. They couldn't get up after climbing for a long time.

Ke Xun turned his head, turned around, grabbed the pancake boss by the collar and ran away.

He has no ability to help two people. He often does load-bearing running exercises when he goes to school. The weight of an adult is already his upper limit.

Seeing that Wei Dong also turned around to try to drag Ma Zhenhua, Ke Xun scolded him back: "Can you drag him stupid?! Do what you can, run you!"

Wei Dong quickly turned around and continued running wildly, but Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun, turned around and pulled Ma Zhenhua into mud.

"Can it work?" Ke Xun asked him.

"It looks like you have forgotten who pressed you down the first night." Mu Yiran replied lightly.

Ke Xun laughed and squeezed his eyes at him: "Don't be proud, I just let you get your hands on it because I didn't have any defenses. If you come face to face, it's not always the one who presses the other."

Seeing Mu Yiran's face became cold, he strode past him and went forward.

It's really fun to tease him. Ke Xun thought.

The ghost head chasing closer and closer behind him felt very meaningless.

With strong winds and screams, the group of ghost heads almost caught up with Zhang Maolin who was running at the end. Zhang Maolin screamed and ran forward desperately. Unexpectedly, he staggered and was chased by the front one. Guitou bit off a shoe.

Zhang Maolin turned his head subconsciously and saw that the ghost head who bit off his shoes was Liu Yufei. At this moment, he smiled grimly, showing his small white teeth, hissing and rushing forward again.

"Help me—help me—" Zhang Maolin stumbled and rushed forward desperately, and when he climbed the steps of the viewing platform, he pulled Ma Zhenhua's trousers tightly.

Ma Zhenhua was dragged by Mu Yiran all the time, until he entered the viewing platform, he barely recovered his motor nerves. He crawled up with his limbs using the ground, but was caught by Zhang Maolin. He was so scared that he hurriedly retracted his legs, but he was dragged by Zhang Maolin. He refused to let go.

"Let go! You let go!" Ma Zhenhua's eyes were about to split, and he stared at Zhang Maolin hatefully, trying to break free.

"Help me—please—help me—" Zhang Maolin’s eyes protruded out of his eye sockets because of extreme panic and begging, which made his face look extremely distorted and terrifying. With all his strength in his hand, he seemed to want to drag Ma Zhenhua down and throw it into the pile of ghost heads behind him, so that he could block the chase of ghost heads first.

"Give you money—I give you money—I give you all my wealth—I have eight hundred million—all to you—save me—save me—" Zhang Maolin cried, his voice was sharp. Can almost pierce a person's tympanic membrane.

"Let go-you go to die! Go to die!" Ma Zhenhua looked anxious and kicked Zhang Maolin's face and throat fiercely.

One foot, two feet, ten feet.

One foot is heavier than one foot, and the other is harder than the other, until at the end, with a full kick, he kicked Zhang Maolin's throat, causing him to suffer severe pain and suffocation, and his hands were involuntarily loosened. The man rolled down the steps and was falling into the whirlpool underneath him, which was filled with dense hair and grape-like ghost heads.

Countless ghost heads rushed up immediately, wrapping Zhang Maolin in an instant. Zhang Maolin stretched out his distorted hand, seemingly still begging for help.

The ghost heads are like knots of sarcoma, firmly gnawing on Zhang Maolin's body, and making the sound of biting and swallowing, one after another, concatenated into pieces.

Zhang Maolin's screaming scream was like a rough blade with burrs, pierced through the soles of everyone's feet.

Ma Zhenhua was incontinent again after urinating, falling down and climbing the steps desperately.

The viewing platform, which is not too high, seemed to climb for a century before reaching the top.

On the pillar of the pavilion where the sawdust was peeled off, there was a dark red muddy seal with a bleak character: Li Jinghao's seal.

Doctor Qin sighed slightly. Everyone searched this place before. At that time, there was no such seal on the pillar, but now it appears. It must be because Mu Yiran has deciphered his painful and tragic life experience. The resentment and sorrow accumulated in the years, there are people who can talk to me through painting.

"And then?!" Wei Dong, the first to run up, looked at the seal and roared and asked.

"Hold it with your hand!" said Doctor Qin, who followed immediately.

Wei Dong was about to stretch out his hand, turned his head to see Ke Xun still behind, and yelled at him anxiously: "Ke Er, come on! The heads are catching up! Come on!"

"You go first! I'm fine!" Ke Xun cried, turning his head to drag Mu Yiran who fell behind.

Mu Yiran was dragged down by Ma Zhenhua. When he was tortured with Zhang Maolin, Mu Yiran left him and didn’t want to worry about it anymore. Unexpectedly, this person could catch up again, and now he is dead like Zhang Maolin just now. He held his leg tightly and refused to let him leave him.

The ghosts rushed forward, and they were about to catch up with Ma Zhenhua. Ma Zhenhua realized Zhang Maolin’s extreme fear just now. He clung to Mu Yiran’s legs tightly. He was afraid that he would be kicked like he did to Ma Zhenhua. He thought, even if he died, he would have to pull a back.

Why, why did I die like this, but you can all live? Ma Zhenhua was not reconciled, he hated, he was extremely resentful.

People are about to die, and their strength often breaks through their limits. Mu Yi was dragged by him and couldn't get out for a while.

Ke Xun went to drag him, but found that this was not possible, they had no time, and they could no longer be so entangled.

Ke Xun pushed the owner of the pancake stand to the front and threw Dr. Qin a sentence: "Take him away!" Then he turned around and reached out to take off Mu Yiran's pants.

"You are looking for death!" Mu Yiran gritted his teeth angrily.

"What do you think, what can I do to you at this time?!" Ke Xun said as he kept his hands in his hands, and slapped Mu Yiran's fat linen trousers in two strokes.

Ma Zhenhua embraced Mu Yiran's trousers and slipped out, suddenly let out a stern wailing.

"Heh." Ke Xun hated to kick this man into the pile of ghost heads, but still reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

At the last few steps, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran stepped up almost at the same time, pressing both hands on the seal at the same time. Ke Xun only felt a white light flashing in front of him, and a picture frame-like appeared in the white light. thing.

The body subconsciously rushed towards the frame, but it was only a matter of a second. When I fixed my eyes, I could see the soft lighting above my head, and the walls on the outer ring of my body were hung with large and small bright or dark paintings.

——I'm back, that art gallery, that weird art gallery that led to this strange and nightmarish journey.

Weidong rushed to pinch Ke Xun's neck and shook it violently: "Keer! I am not dreaming?! Are we back? Are we really back? Let me pinch you, does it hurt? Isn't it a dream?"

Ke Xun pushed him away, rubbed his neck and coughed twice. He was about to speak, but he was staggered forward by a strong force behind him. When he turned to look, he saw Ma Zhenhua with tears, nose and facial features twisted and paralyzed. Kneeling on the ground.

"Fate is pretty big." Ke Xun said blankly, no longer looking at him for the second time, only looking up at the painting on the wall behind him.

Paintings called "white matter" of the painting: Lijing Hao.

Only then did Ke Xun see the original appearance of the painting.

The surrounding mountains are far-reaching mountains, and Lijia Village is wrapped in these mountains. It really is remote enough and enclosed enough.

The lonely village, the dilapidated houses, and the gloomy tones all reveal the tragedy and oppressive colors that this village has enveloped.

On the outskirts of the village, someone was digging a grave. At the northern end of the village, a family has a mourning hall, and in the yard there are a few people wearing sackcloth coming and going.

Outside the courtyard of this family, three old locust trees with ghosts and beasts stood gloomy.

Looking closely at these three locust trees, the trunks are really awkward, like a human face covered with skin, and then closer and closer, one of the locust trees suddenly has a human face at the root, which resembles Liu Yufei.

Ke Xun took a step back, and then looked at the viewing platform in the south of the village and the river beach next to it. The appearance of the two scenery really resembled the word "Jinghao".

Ke Xun pointed to the tree tumor that resembled Liu Yufei, then turned to look at Mu Yiran: "Is this something that was originally in the painting?"

Mu Yiran stared at him coldly, but ignored him.

Ke Xun raised his eyebrows and was about to ask. He heard Doctor Qin talking next to him: "No, there is no such face in this painting, it's just because...someone died in the painting. The first two paintings we have entered are also In this way, once someone dies in the painting, his image will be retained in the painting and become part of the painting."

Ke Xun looked at him: "What about in the real world? Does this person just disappear out of thin air? No one will doubt it?"

Dr. Qin looked down: "In the real world, this person will survive for a few days, but within these few days, he will lose all the memories in the painting, and then die in a seemingly normal way, without causing any Human suspicion."

Ke Xun was speechless, stopped looking at the painting, and continued to ask Dr. Xiang Qin: "What's next? Will we enter another painting again soon?"

Doctor Qin quietly reminded: "Touch your pocket."

After hearing this, Ke Xun and Wei Dong touched their pockets. Only then did Ke Xun realize that his clothes had been changed back to the one worn in the real world, but took out a piece of cardboard that he had never seen before. Come.

On the front of the hard paper, there is a large print of "Changhe Art Museum Art Exhibition". On the back of the hard paper, the small print is printed with the date, time, address of the Changhe Art Museum, and the words "Hall Three".

"This is..." Ke Xun had a bad feeling.

Dr. Qin said in a low voice: "The time and place for the next painting to be entered. This is a ticket that only we have. It is also... a compulsory invitation to enter the painting.