Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun took the phone away from his ear and smiled into the microphone: "Then we'll see you in the next picture."

This way, you don't need to hear the other party say goodbye.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Yiran received a text message from Ke Xun, his V signal, and did not attach his address.

Obviously waiting for him to add his V letter.

Mu Yiran stared at the number for a long time, and finally added him when he thought he was quite reluctant.

The head of this person is an eye, I look for his own eyes, black and white, with a smile, the corners of the eyes and the tails of the eyes have obvious arcs, look carefully, there seems to be something in the pupils, click on it to enlarge, see four Small print: what to look at.

Mu Yiran: "..."

This person's nickname is Corgi.

Mu Yiran: "..."

The news of "Corgi" came quickly: Mooney male god! muah!

Mooney: Address.

Corgi:))) 8"

Mooney:)))1"

Corgi:)))10"

Mooney:)))4"

Corgi: Okay, I'll send you our special products later.

Mooney: I'm off.

Corgi: Lord, go slowly, Lord, you often come [色/se]

Mu Yiran closed the dialog box just before, and found that Corgi's head had been replaced by a stick figure with black lines on a white background and a crooked mouth and eyes.

Early the next morning, Wei Dong entered the room.

"Huh? I'm still waiting to catch the **** in the bed, why are you alone?" Wei Dong opened the quilt on Ke Xun's body, revealing a semi-naked single dog.

Ke Xun pulled the quilt and wrapped himself up again, closing his eyes: "Go away."

"Crack your uncle, get up quickly." Wei Dong stretched his leg and kicked him.

Ke Xun sat up and rubbed his hair: "What are you doing?"

Wei Dong was a little anxious: "What are you talking about? Get up and find a solution. There are only twelve days left. Is it possible that you really want to go into the painting again?"

Ke Xun yawned: "As if you have a way to avoid painting."

Wei Dong paused, and sighed, "Why are people doing it, what if there is a way?"

Ke Xun raised his eyes to look at him: "Big Shepherd and Doctor Qin can't help it. Do you think we two scumbags are better than them?"

Wei Dong pulled from his hair: "I don't want to admit my fate! Yesterday I went back and saw my mother, and I rushed over, I can't bear my mother, although she was slapped by her old man to find teeth...I dare not Tell them about the painting, for fear that the old couple thought their son was crazy. I didn't sleep for a long time last night, so I wrote a suicide note to them in my room. It said that my tears have come down and I don’t want to die. Ah Keer! I still have a great life to enjoy! I don't have a girlfriend yet!"

Ke Xun lowered his head to put on his clothes, washed out from the bathroom, and went into the kitchen.

Weidong followed, watching Ke Xun cook milk, fried eggs, and sliced ​​ham. He was stunned for a while, and muttered: "I just look at these and realize how beautiful a peaceful and ordinary day is... The more I think about it, the more I feel unwilling. , Why did you choose me..."

"I think everything has a cause," Ke Xun stuck his head and cut the bread. "But this cause may only be found in the paintings. We have only entered one painting and have no idea about the other paintings. Find out the connections or clues, so instead of blaming others here, it’s better to be more active and think about how to deal with the next painting safely, and maybe we can find a breakthrough at that time."

"You make sense," Wei Dong barely cheered up, "but how do we deal with the next painting? We don't even know what the content of the painting is."

Ke Xun made two simple sandwiches, put them on a plate and handed one to Weidong, and then sat at the table: "We will go to the owner of the pancake stall in a while. We have to go in the next picture together. It is better to put it together. Think about it."

However, when the two came to the place where the owner of the pancake stall usually stands, they did not see anyone.

"The mental quality of that buddy is not good, it is estimated that it will take a few days." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun asked the owner of a nearby stall who also sold breakfast and snacks to find out the owner's cell phone number, and then dialed it.

No one answered.

"Who knows where he lives?" Ke Xun asked.

The owner of the egg filling pie pointed in a direction: "He rents a house in Xingfu Community."

"Thank you." Ke Xun called Shang Weidong and rushed to the happiness community.

Entered the door and asked the guard about which building the man pushing the pancake cart lives in, and then found the door of his house.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one responded. The two looked at each other, and saw the neighbor opened the door and poked their heads out: "Don't knock, there is no one in his house."

Ke Xun: "Do you know where he went?"

Neighbor: "Let the people from the mental hospital take away."

Wei Dong was surprised: "Mental hospital?"

Neighbor: "No, I'm so alone. I'm crazy when I say crazy. He smashed something and hit the wall. He cried so much that his eyes were bleeding. He almost pushed his wife off the balcony."

Ke Xun and Wei Dong looked at each other, and Ke Xun asked, "What about his wife?"

Neighbor: "I went to the psychiatric hospital to go through the formalities. It is estimated that her old man has to be hospitalized for a long time. He heard the doctor say that his condition is quite serious. Maybe he can't get out again after entering."

Going downstairs, Wei Dong's eyes were horrified: "Do you think this is a sequelae brought out from the painting? We two suddenly went crazy suddenly?"

Ko Xun took out his cell phone, dialed the number, and then connected after three beeps: "Boss, the owner of the pancake stall is crazy, what is there to say?"

Wei Dong opened his eyes and looked at him.

Mu Yiran paused slightly, and said, "This is a mandatory restriction rule for'painting'. Once you tell others about what you experience in painting, or the fact that there is a world in painting, you will probably be heard by others. As a madman, and'painting' will turn you into a real madman, a mentally ill person, and make you crazy to death."

Ke Xun also paused: "...Damn. This way of being harmonized is quite smooth."

Mu Yiran said quietly: "So, whether you write your will or make a will, don't mention things to outsiders, it's useless."

Wei Dong leaned over to hear it, and sighed: "This is really **** miserable."

"Anything else?" Mu Yiran asked.

Ke Xun glanced around and lowered his voice: "Big brother, since you often mix abroad, can you get a gun?"

Mu Yiran chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone, seeming to be mocking, and also seeming helpless: "It's useless, it will be invalid. I tried to bring it when I entered the second painting, but I couldn't use it after I entered.

"Not only guns, but also other cold weapons. Qin Ci brought a sharp scalpel. After entering, not only did the tip of the knife become rounded, but the entire blade became five or six centimeters thick, just like a piece of scrap iron.

"Not to mention that security checks are required when entering the art gallery. No matter whether it is on the body or in the bag, you cannot bring in prohibited items.

"Even for everyday objects, after entering the painting, the corresponding functions will be blocked in a targeted manner. For example, mobile phones are usually reserved for viewing time and lighting functions. Depending on the era and background of the painting, they may occasionally be reserved. Take photos or play music.

"As for the shape of other things after being painted, you can try it."

After hanging up the phone, Ke Xun pointed at Wei Dong and said, "That's no trick. Go back and practice the Taoist Taoist skills in Maoshan."

Wei Dong thought for a while: "You can't bring prohibited weapons, so let's prepare more things that can be used at the head office? For example, flashlights, tents, food, ropes, etc. What do you think?"

Ke Xun laughed: "Do you think Mu Yiran and Dr. Qin brought anything to the painting?"

Wei Dong was startled: "It seems that I didn't bring anything."

Ke Xun: "According to my guess, first of all,'painting' won't let us starve to death. Otherwise, we don't need to make any horrible things to harm us, so we will be trapped in a room with no doors or windows. We can die collectively if we give it to food, why do we have to do that? As for tents or something, in the face of life and death, it is estimated that no one is so particular about it. It is not too cumbersome to bring it. So, the master If it doesn't change, it should change, just don't bring anything and just go ahead."

Wei Dong: "I'm not a master. I just want to have a good meal before I die. I strongly request that I bring a few packets of chocolate beef jerky next time I enter the painting."

When Weidong Twelve Days arrived carrying a backpack of food and Ke Xun, he arrived at the Changhe Art Museum's No. 3 exhibition hall, and found that his own food was actually useless.

The process of entering the second painting is no different from that of the first painting. First, all the lights went out, and then a beam of light without a light source came on again, shining on one of the paintings hanging in the exhibition hall.

Before being sucked into the painting, Ke Xun desperately opened his eyes to see the picture clearly, but he could only see a vaguely colorful piece, and in the colorful, there was a pair of black and white details. Eyes, eyelids drooped, filled with a kindly joyful smile.

It took a long time for Ke Xun to open his eyes. Because it was too bright, he suddenly went from the dark gallery exhibition hall to a particularly bright place.

What you see is the blue sky, white clouds, snowy mountains and grass, and the blinding sunlight.

It's like a tourist destination.

Ke Xun was taken aback. He was ready to meet the horrible scene, but unexpectedly changed his style of painting.

Turning their heads to look at Wei Dong next to them, the two petrochemicals together on the spot.

"...What the hell..." Wei Dong looked at him dumbfounded.

The two were alone in ragged clothes.

"So this time we are going to act as a beggar?" Wei Dong bowed his head and stretched his clothes without a robe or skirt. "Why is this style so like the gray-robed wizard Gandalf?"

Ke Xun was wondering which era this suit belongs to, and he heard someone calling not far away: "Here."

Looking at the sound, he saw doctor Qin Ci, also wearing similar clothes, sitting on a big rock, and a few people standing beside him, besides Ma Zhenhua who survived the previous painting, there were three or five strangers. Faces, all of them had expressions of horror and confusion.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong walked over and glanced at these newcomers first. They saw two young girls who were only eighteen or nine years old, one tall and thin, the other slightly fat and short.

The tall one is a beautiful woman with long hair, with a pale face and tears in his eyes.

The chubby one was not very eye-catching, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, was frightened and dull.

A few others, a twenty-three or four-year-old young man, were desperately tinkering with mobile phones, and the rest looked like a family of three, a middle-aged couple in their forties with a child who looked like a junior high school student.

Ke Xun frowned, and an angry rush toward the door.

There are children.

There are kids!

"Grass fucking!" Ke Xun couldn't hold back, kicked a stone away, scared several newcomers and shivered together, looking at him nervously.