Paintings of Terror

A strange weight weighed on everyone's hearts.

If the few people from a hundred years ago were also the ones who entered the painting, when was the origin of this whole incident? Does it go on endlessly in an endless loop like this?

So what will be the fate of those of us? Struggling between life and death in such an endless loop without stopping? Either you will die in a certain painting on the way, or you will struggle until you are old, until you can no longer struggle, and finally die tired and desperate.

This is... it's a bit miserable.

The crowd returned to the car and sat quietly for a long time before Ke Xun broke the suppressed silence: "I plan to stay here for a few more days, and focus on checking the study that the old lady Master said, since she Master’s grandparents lived here, and those few people took the initiative to ask her master to see the fortune-telling, then the study should be in this city."

"What if her master followed those people to another place?" Wei Dong didn't let go of any possibility.

Ke Xun shook his head: "It's unlikely. That era was the most chaotic and disorderly time in the country. Didn't you hear the old lady say that you could shoot people in the street. In such a chaotic world, even if her master is curious, , It’s impossible to chase a few people to go out of town, so I tend to have the study there."

"It makes sense." Wei Dong nodded.

"But it's not easy to check, right?" Wu You worried, "I'm afraid that the study a hundred years ago might not have been preserved at that time, and there was a lot of war in the back, let alone so many years have passed."

"If you don't check it, you should check it. This is the only clue that can be grasped now," Ke Xun said. "There is also the skeleton that the old lady said, Wu You, you can go to the old lady's house and ask if she has any If you accept an apprentice or know someone in the same way, the Taoism can be similar to her, the old lady can't see clearly, so let's find someone who can't see it."

When Wu You remembered that his bones were full of dense black patterns, he wished to give himself a bone scraping treatment. He shuddered several times, and then nodded repeatedly.

"How about the four of you?" Ke Xun asked the others.

"Brother, I'm fine, and I am flustered when I am idle at home. I will stay here with you." Luo Wei raised his hand.

"I will stay too." Zhu Haowen only said three words lightly.

"I don't have anything to do. You can spend the New Year here." Fang Fei said.

Wei Dong thought for a while, picked up his mobile phone and made a call to the company. After some negotiations, he hung up his mobile phone and said, "It's done. I originally wanted to save up the annual leave and take a break together after the new year, but my brain was short-circuited. What's the use of annual leave? Just take a break now."

"Okay, I won't leave," Ke Xun motioned to Luo Ling to drive, "Go back to the hotel and put down the luggage, and then make an arrangement."

On the way to the hotel, Zhu Haowen succinctly sent what he had heard today into the group, and Ke Xun called Mu Yiran directly, explained it in detail, and told him that he decided to stay in City C. Continue to investigate.

Mu Yiran seemed a little busy. After listening to his narration, he didn't immediately express his opinion. He only asked him to pay attention to safety and hung up the phone.

A group of people sent Wu You home first, then returned the car, and then took a taxi to the hotel.

Ke Xun booked two double rooms. Wu You helped Fang Fei book a single room. Fortunately, they were all on the same floor. At this moment, everyone gathered in Ke Xun and Weidong’s rooms to discuss the next step.

"I wondered, that study should have been destroyed in that era," Ke Xun sat cross-legged on the bed, giving the edge of the bed to Zhu Haowen and Luo Er. "Otherwise, the old lady also lives in this city. I'm over a decade old, and I came from that era when I was a child. How come I don't know which study it is?

"Well, even if the city is too big and there are too many studies, but if that study does not exist for a short time, if her master tells her about this, she will definitely tell her,'It is the study in our city.' Since I didn't say it, I think it was because the study was gone at that time.

"So if we want to check, I'm afraid we can't find it in the memory of modern people. We can only find a way to check some relevant historical documents of the city."

"Or check some local county chronicles," Zhu Haowen brought his notebook, and was opening it to log on to the webpage at the moment, "In addition, there may be related information on the Internet."

"That's it," Ke Xun said, "Hao Wen'er is responsible for staying in the hotel to search for information on the Internet. I and Dongzi and Carrot and Fang Fei will go out and run related places, such as the local museum. City Archives or something."

Wei Dong said: "Carrots take care of your sister Fei. We are unfamiliar here, so pay attention to safety when going out."

Luo Wei said: "It doesn't matter who takes care of who, my sister Fei is so powerful and domineering, and I promise that I will not drag her back."

"It's better to change," Ke Xun said, "You two have a child and a girl, and one is not reliable and the other is too sharp. Dongzi, you and Fang Fei are in a group, and I will bring carrots, so I will go out soon, you Both of us go to the Archives, and we both go to the museum."

Wei Dong: "I feel that the Archives Bureau may not be easy to enter. I didn't even bring a serious suit. People who wear this suit will look like a poor silk. I am afraid that the guard will not sweep it out for me."

Ke Xun: "Then you think I can get in with the carrot?"

Wei Dong looked at the two. One was full of young and Dangerous temperament, and the other was brand-named with platinum wool all over... Okay.

After discussing it, everyone did not delay, leaving Zhu Haowen in the hotel, and the four of them went out together, and they parted ways at the door.

Ke Xun and Luo Ling spent half an afternoon strolling in the museum. There are indeed some local historical materials and photos on display. However, the study is not representative and symbolic after all, and there is no mention in the materials.

"Brother Zhuang?" The two stood in front of the Oden cooking stall, one of them ate a bunch of fish **** steamingly.

Ke Xun let out a sigh of enthusiasm: "After eating, let's go to the Art Museum in Winter."

Luo Ling almost lost the food box in his hand, and said in a panic: "Brother, why are you still going? I don't even want to think about that place!"

Ke Xun picked up a string of tofu and blew: "Don't worry, you won't be inhaled again. I want to go to the art gallery to find a staff member to inquire about it. I have a doubt-would it be where the study was originally located? , Where is this museum now?"

Luo Ling thought for a while, and said to the owner of the oden cook, "Give me another one!"

Ke Xun: "...so hungry?"

Luo Wei: "Eat more before going, and you will be a dead ghost when you die!"

Ke Xun: "...a rich second-generation ghost who is full of oden?"

After eating, the two took a taxi and went straight to the Art Museum in Winter.

The snow outside the museum was like a painting. The sky was gloomy, the snow stopped momentarily, and the winter was approaching. The museum stood under the gloomy sky, looking extremely cold and dead.

Luo Ling couldn't help leaning on Ke Xun's body, wishing to walk with his arm.

"Don't be **** in gay." Ke Xun rubbed his head in disgust.

Luo Wei: "???" Who of us is gay?

My brother is so good that he even dislikes himself.

There was no one at the entrance of the art museum except a guard standing. The hall was even more empty, with no half of a person visible. Ke Xun took the shivering Luo Yu directly to the office of the office staff, but said nothing. The words were kicked out.

The reason is that these two people don't look like good birds.

"Uncle, buy a suit and come back tomorrow." Ke Xun had to take Luo Er out of the hall, and did not rush to leave, and went to the cafe next to him.

The boss even remembered Ke Xun--"the handsome guy who paid for the bill last time", and couldn't help but smile: "Are you art students? They came to this art gallery on such a cold day, and they will be closed a little later."

"Closed so early?" Luo Ling raised his wrist and looked at his Patek Philippe, "It's only four o'clock."

"Isn't it cold," the boss said, "there are basically no one coming to this place for three to nine days after entering, and it's useless if the art gallery is open, don't you leave work early."

"I don't think you have any customers here," Ke Xun looked around. There were only two customers, he and Luo Yi. "It stands to reason that business should be better in winter? It's not very comfortable to drink a cup of hot coffee coldly. ?"

Because there were almost no guests, the boss was very leisurely, so he simply sat down and talked with Ke Xun: "My little shop is not doing well. You have to look at this location. This is basically the suburbs. There is an art gallery nearby. If you don’t go to the village or the shop, who is all right to come here for a cup of coffee? My customers are usually those who come to the art museum, but you think, where are so many people who love to see this stuff these days? Basically, except for young literary and artistic young people, there are also couples who go here for dating, and not many people come all year round."

Ke Xun wondered: "Then you don't lose money to open a shop here? How much is the monthly rent for this house?"

"Hey, this house is my own, or else I can spend it here again." The boss said.

"Have you bought this land?" Ke Xun was even more strange. "This area is not crowded. Why are you buying this land? It's better to rent a storefront in the city center with the money."

"I didn’t buy this land myself, but my ancestors lived here. It turned out that this place was full of residents. Later, everything was demolished and moved away. It happened to be not demolished here. Look at the side. Ten households..." The boss was talking, but Ke Xun grasped the key point: "Wait, you said that your ancestors live here? Then I will ask-during the Republic of China, or later Does your family live here?"

The boss nodded: "Yes, that's why I can't bear to sell this place. It's an ancestral home."

"Then do you know what facilities were built at the location of the museum at that time?" Ke Xun asked hurriedly.

"I know where to go," the boss said. "When I was young, the art gallery seemed like a wasteland."

"Excuse me," Ke Xun said, "Is Grandpa Dadzun Ling still alive?"

Luo Wei: "Brother, that's called'Lingzu'."

Ke Xun: "...Do you want me to teach you how to call "Lingzu"."

Luo Wei: "No, no, don't get excited-boss, is Grandpa Ling still alive?"

Boss: "...Where are you doing?"

Ke Xun: "I want to ask him something, can you help us ask the old man? It's just this little question of what kind of building was built in the art gallery when he was a child."

The boss looked at Ke Xun strangely: "Why do you always ask this?"

"This is our research topic," Ke Xun said on the spot without changing his face, "I will rely on your boss whether I can graduate successfully!"

"...My grandfather doesn't live here now, and I live in the city with my dad," the boss said as he took out his mobile phone, "Let me make a call, right?"

"Yes," Ke Xun nodded. "It's up to you, boss, do it."