Paintings of Terror

"We have entered the forest more than once, but we haven't found anything showing signs of signatures," Shao Ling said. "The forest is so wide that we will keep looking for it even if we don't rest or sleep. I am afraid that we will not be able to search the entire forest before the end of the seven days. I think we have to narrow the scope. Such a purposeless search is time-consuming and energy-consuming, and may not be effective."

Everyone meditated after hearing the words, and all the clues were resolved, but the last remaining step was still difficult. Finding a signature in the vast forest that did not know where and in what form was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Speaking of the issues that I want to reveal in this painting," Zhu Haowen said, "environmental pollution, ecological damage, and plague infection. The three most lethal situations for us are plague infection.

"The fact is indeed the case. Our companions are all compromised on this issue. So I think, among the three major issues that destroy the earth, does the artist pay more attention to the issue of plague infection? In other words, he is more concerned about Is damage to the environment an intuitive hazard to humans?

"Yiran said that he may be a humanistic thinker, so maybe, under the fierce and extreme irony and criticism he showed, what is actually hidden is a heart of compassion for the undead destiny of mankind?"

"If this is the case, then we may be more'people-oriented' when looking for signatures." Shao Ling nodded in agreement with Zhu Haowen's statement, "Maybe, we can find some forest-related things in these houses. , A clue to the signature?"

"It's not impossible." Ke Xun glanced at Qin Ci, who was lying motionless in the distance. "It should not be too late. We will be divided into two groups. A group of people will stay here and continue to search for relevant clues in the house. A group of people went to the forest to find autographs!"

Everyone quickly divided into two groups. Ke Xun, Mu Yiran, Weidong, Luo Ge, and Fang Fei, who had better physical strength, went to the forest. The rest stayed, and Qin Ci got up and joined the rest. Looking for clues in the residential area, the two groups agreed to return to the original place at noon.

Before the forest team set out, Mu Yiran urged: "Put on thick clothes and cover your head and face. It may be lucky that you have not been bitten by mosquitoes in the forest a few times before, but now we have to guard against the power of painting. Use mosquito bites to screen us for the next round of death. After all, this is the world in the painting, not reality. Supernatural forces are always the culprit in our death."

The four of them quickly began to wear them. Ke Xun and Weidong went to the house to collect hats, scarves, masks, gloves, and even sunglasses, and they were fully armed.

This pristine forest is as deep and dense as it was when I first entered the painting on the first day. No matter how many generations of human life and death cycle, these ancient creatures always stand silently and stoically on the earth.

Humans who think they are at the top of the biological chain are actually in nature, so small and fragile.

Five people shuttled and searched wildly in the forest.

Someone is in charge of observing the top of the head, someone is in charge of observing the trunk, and someone is in charge of observing the feet.

But after all, they only have five people, five eyes, and their full search is just like picking soil with a needle and moving mountains with bare hands.

It was a blink of an eye in the morning.

The five people returned to the residential area exhaustedly and brought back the watery long vines to quench their thirst.

The residential area team also found nothing.

Qin Ci had already begun to develop a high fever, and accompanied by severe intracranial pain, his whole body was very pale and weak, sitting under the porch of a house and breathing heavily, stunned.

"I didn't sleep much for more than two days, eating less food and drinking less water. This made him enter the serious stage of the illness faster than Xiao Kaitianyang and the others." Shao Ling frowned, "We don't have time to rest, drink some water, and then carry on."

"I'll change with you," Wu You said to Feifei. "My house search in the morning is similar to taking a rest. Now my physical strength is good, I'll change you."

"Okay." Fang Fei was not polite with her. Her current state was indeed almost reaching the limit of her physical strength.

"Then we will change the two groups this afternoon," Shao Ling said, "Doctor Qin is probably...it will be more difficult. You will keep four, and the remaining one will enter the forest again with us."

"I'll go." Ke Xun said, "I have more energy."

But in fact, everyone, including him, has reached the bottom, but they really have no time.

Everyone finished replenishing their water and prepared to split up again.

"We will come back before dark." Shao Ling confessed.

There was a moment of depressed silence, and they glanced at Qin Ci over there, but couldn't bear to look more, and quickly collected them.

If the signature is not found after dark, it will be too late.

Ke Xun took the well-equipped Shao Ling and the others and rushed to the forest again.

This time, several people rushed to the area they had not set foot in, still walking endlessly, searching, searching, anxious, and disappointed.

"It is impossible for painting to set the process of finding the signature as a dead end..." Ke Xun licked his chapped lips and muttered to himself, "If the signature is really in this endless forest, it shouldn't be nothing. The inconspicuous form, this is no different from a dead end... Therefore, the signature should be conspicuous... Even if we can't recognize it at a glance, it must be conspicuous... conspicuous... how to find something conspicuous ? Green everywhere, trees everywhere...conspicuous green?"

Zhu Haowen next to him kept looking for him while quietly listening to him. Hearing this, he suddenly interjected: "There are also many kinds of green, dark green, light green, turquoise, mint green, olive green, etc., the so-called conspicuous Is it the kind of green that can be clearly distinguished even if it is mixed with many greens of different color values?"

"What kind of green would it be?" Ke Xun scratched the hat on his head. The hair under the hat was as sweaty as it was just washed. "Could it be - fluorescent green?"

"..." Zhu Haowen was once again overwhelmed by his brain circuit, "Where are there fluorescent green plants?"

"Yes," Gu Qingqing answered, meeting the slightly surprised gazes cast by Ke Xun and Zhu Haowen. He couldn't help being a little nervous, and said as if endorsing, "There is a plant called Cuiyuncao, which comes with a blue color. The green fluorescent texture is mostly born in the south, and it can also be potted in the north. It is a plant unique to our country."

"Whether it is this kind of grass or not, it may be equally difficult to find," Shao Ling is not optimistic. "There is too much grass and trees in the forest, and our time...has been getting less and less."

Ke Xun pursed his lips vigorously, and thought for a while, "What if it is really a plant that can emit fluorescence? Will it become more visible after dark? Xiao Kai and the three died at night. After nine o'clock, if we can find it before nine o'clock, Brother Qin still has hope."

"But we must go back to the house after dark," Shao Ling said, "If we don't enter the house, maybe all of us will be in danger."

"Mr. Shao, you have turned the cart before the horse," Ke Xun said, "Our purpose is to find a signature, not to hide from danger, nor to save Brother Qin alone. If you can really see fluorescent green plants after dark, and The fluorescent green is really a signature, so we all have to touch it before we can leave the painting. What is the matter if you go back to the house and hide?"

"..." Shao Ling choked and couldn't help but rubbed his temples, "I don't have enough brains... You are right, but what if we guess wrong? There is no or nothing at all with fluorescent green Plants have nothing to do, so don’t all of us die tonight? It’s a situation of gambling. Either die or live. Do we really dare to bet like that?"

"..." Ke Xun also choked, rubbing his temples, "It's almost a matter of not going to sleep... My mind is completely lost. In fact, I don't really understand why this green cloud grass can become a signature. The key sign...Young girl, does this green cloud grass have any special properties? Or attributes that can be related to ecology, humans, diseases, etc.?"

Gu Qingqing recalled for a long time, and finally shook his head: "It seems...it's just an ornamental plant, and it may have some medicinal value, but I don't think it has anything to do with Ebola virus..."

"Then I think the signature has nothing to do with it," Ke Xun said. "Fluorescent green is also temporarily used as an alternative, but I think that as long as there is a slight possibility, I can't let it go. Why don't you keep looking for it first, and I will go back to the residential area Zi brought, he is an art major, and he should be more sensitive to color than us. Maybe he can distinguish the distinctive green."

Ke Xun, who returned to the residential area, barely vomited after seeing the work being done by the left-behind team.

Several people are using the shovel or even kitchen knives they found to shovel the blood and the blood-covered lumps in the house that are stuck to the walls and roofs. They want to check the walls covered by these things. Are there any clues on it.

It can be seen from the shoveled lumps that have fallen from the ground. The thick blood is wrapped in pieces of rotten human skin, bones and internal organs, and there is still continuous in these things. The ones who got in and out...well...the flies.

The time set for this painting may not be too long after the "blood disaster" occurred, so these things have not completely corrupted, and they have remained in the most disgusting state between "intact" and "depleted". As for the dead faces that everyone sees at night, they should be the result of "artistic processing" by the power behind the painting.

Wei Dong, who was shoveling his arms and pausing to rest for a few seconds, heard a voice behind him, turned his head and saw Ke Xun standing at the door, surprised: "When are you still thinking about standing there and making faces?!"

Ke Xun: "...I am so special, this is almost vomiting and is forbearing, okay! I am shocked?!"

"Next door." Wei Dong pointed to the side.

Ke Xun turned his head and went to the next door. He saw that his man was also mixing with the disgusting things there. He was so distressed that he could not burn the house with a torch. He strode to his side and snatched the shovel in his hand: "Yan, I'll shovel here, you take Dongzi to the forest to find Shaoling and them."

"What did you find?" Mu Yiran rubbed his head.

Ke Xun said the unreliable speculations of the few people in the forest just now, and finally said: "No matter what, let's try it first, in case it is really true, so let Dongzi go and have a look, you go and fight."

Mu Yiran was thoughtful upon hearing this, and said: "Fluorescent green plants are unlikely, but I am more concerned about your previous speculation."

"Talk about it." Ke Xun supported the ground with a shovel, leaning on the shovel, tilting his body to look at him.

The gray sky light came in through the window, causing the two people's interlaced and harmonious figures to glow with a hazy light.