Paintings of Terror

"..." The boss connected the phone and relayed Ke Xun's question. After talking to the other person for a long time, the boss listened patiently for a while, and finally waited for the other person to finish speaking, and the boss relayed to Ke Xun, "My grandfather said that he was in the suburbs of the city when he was a child. A large area is a county town. There is a road outside my house, and a row of shops across the road. There are cloth, food, furniture, books, and..."

"Book seller!" Ke Xun's eyes stared out. "Boss, please ask, is the book seller a study? Does it sell paintings?"

While looking at Ke Xun with a strange look, the boss relayed the question into the microphone again, and then said: "Yes, my grandfather said that the bookstore is the home study, which sells books and paintings, and also sells antiques... …"

Ke Xun couldn't wait to recount like this, he took the phone in the boss's hand and "heed": "Grandpa, tell me what the study looks like? Do you know what the study owner's name is?"

The grandfather on the opposite side obviously didn’t recognize that this grandson was not the other grandson. He coughed and said, “I’m a fat man, his surname is Li. I’ve forgotten what my name is... That study is a two-story high school, and sells books at the bottom and paintings at the top. , I hung three walls, and some paintings were only for sale. They said they were the original ones, and I don’t understand that... The owner of the study is a rich man, but unfortunately he went crazy after he didn’t know why. When the carriage hit the road, the horse's hoof fell and was stomping on his neck. The guy'clicks', he lost his breath on the spot..."

After Ke Xun touched the back of his neck and left the cafe with Luo Er, he separately called Zhu Haowen Weidong, briefly talked about the results of the investigation, and sent them to the group on the way back.

After returning to the hotel, Wei Dong and Fang Fei have not yet returned. Zhu Haowen said: "So you think that this incident can tell that all the art museums we have visited were likely to be in the same way in another way a hundred years ago. A place exists, and is forcing those people who enter the paintings to keep coming and drawing like us?"

Ke Xun nodded: "I think so, but to be more rigorous, we'd better go to the cities where the other art museums are located and investigate."

"It's not easy for me," Zhu Haowen said. "After all, it has been nearly a hundred years ago. There have been wars and catastrophes in the middle. It may not happen that every place has old people who can provide us with memories of the past. ."

Ke Xun looked at the snow flakes that began to bloom again outside the window, and his voice was a little low: "Speaking of which, even if it is confirmed that the predecessor of each art museum is also a point of painting, what can be done? If those people are really the previous batch of paintings Of course, even if someone passes the level, they are no longer alive. We have no way to get more clues. What we can get is probably more sorrow and despair."

Zhu Haowen and Luo Wei were silent respectively, until the three people's mobile phones sounded the V letter prompting sound almost simultaneously.

Mooney: We need to try to find out whether other art museums are also in the same situation.

Corgi: [Hold your words, kiss me! .jpg】

Zhu Haowen holding the phone: "..." Is your low mood just my illusion?

Luo Ling holding his mobile phone: "..." The speed at which my brother was resurrected with full blood made me realize what speed and passion are.

Mooney: When are you going to leave City C?

Corgi: We plan to stay for another day to see if Grandma Wu You can find someone who can show people the bones.

Mooney: Good.

ZHW: Why check other art museums?

Mooney: If the same is true for other art galleries, it means that the location of these art galleries may have a direct relationship with the painting incident.

Corgi: Makes sense! Then we continue to check!

ZHW: I'm afraid time doesn't allow. These art galleries are scattered all over the country, and we won't be able to paint again.

Mooney: We split up. Everyone chooses the art gallery closest to their city.

ZHW: It's not that easy to check. This time it happened that the ancestors of the cafe owner lived nearby. It is not necessarily a coincidence that other art museums will have this kind of coincidence.

Mooney: Go to the City Archives to check the information.

Little radish pulls the white rabbit: Brother-in-law, I’m afraid not. Today, my brother and I were bombed out without even entering the office of the art gallery. When people saw my brother’s face, he thought it was a little gangster to collect protection fees. It.

Corgi: [I fan your face with one foot.gif]

Corgi: But surprised, we might really not be able to enter a place like the Archives...

Mooney: I will find someone to give you a letter of introduction.

Corgi: [Male god, please face upme.jpg]

Little radish pulls the white rabbit: [Male god, do you take a concubine? .jpg】

Corgi:...

After quitting the group chat, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran chatted a few more privately, and when he looked out the window, he found that it was already dark, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Why are Dongzi and Fang Fei not back? When I came out to contact them, I said that I was going back."

Luo Wei, who was playing with his mobile phone, said, "Brother Dong said they might be coming back later. The snowy road conditions are not good, and they are blocking the road again."

"Then we'll have dinner when they come back." Ke Xun said.

The three of them had nothing to do for a while, each sitting in the corner of the room and tinkering with what they had on hand. Ke Xun and Luo Er leaned side by side on the head of the bed and brushed their phones. Zhu Haowen sat on the other bed and used a laptop to surf the Internet.

While they were each messing about their own affairs, when Luo Ling suddenly heard a "poof", Ke Xun turned his head to look at him, Luo Ling showed him his mobile phone screen: "Brother Dong and Sister Fei are on the local news. "

Ke Xun took a closer look and saw that it was the official Weibo of a local news organization. The content was: a series of car accidents on Xuetian Road, bold couples calmly watched. (The picture may cause discomfort, please click it carefully)

Below are a few news pictures, all of which are photos of the scene of the car accident. Although the "discomfort" scenes have been processed by mosaics, you can still see how tragic the death of the deceased in the car accident was from the place where the horses weren't taken.

And just a few steps away from the deceased, Wei Dong and Fang Fei were standing there calmly watching with their pockets in one hand and the candied haws in the other.

The accident occurred at a crossroads, and the two looked like they were about to cross the sidewalk. The car accident happened at this time, and the deceased was directly rolled in front of the two people. This photo should be taken immediately after the accident. , The passers-by were in a state of fright and screaming, and the calm first reaction on the faces of these two people seemed to be particularly eye-catching.

"..." Ke Xun clicked on the comment below this Weibo, and saw that, besides sighing and regretting, netizens commented on the calm performance of Wei Dong and Fang Fei on the topic of #史上最淡定爱情#.

When Weidong and Fang Fei finally returned to the hotel, #史上最淡定爱情# has already rushed to the hot search...

"The driver who caused the accident has been scared and paralyzed, and he can't move in the cab." Wei Dong knew nothing about himself as a hot search character, and he returned to tell the three of Ke Xun about his experience with Fang Fei today. "The policeman and Fang Fei who helped call the police found his family's phone number on the phone of the deceased. We only left after the police and his family arrived. The road was blocked for a long time. This made me hungry... …Should I go to eat?"

"Candied haws are not full?" Ke Xun asked.

"Nonsense, you can eat candied haws," Wei Dong rolled his eyes, "Hey? How did you know that I ate candied haws?"

"Not only I know, but also more than 30 million Internet users across the country." Ke Xun said.

The topic of #史上最淡定爱情# has more than 30 million hot topics.

"Huh?" Wei Dong looked stunned, and Luo Mao showed him and Fang Fei his mobile phone very dogmatically.

Weidong: "..."

Fang Fei: "..."

Luo Wei: "Brother Dong, look down, some girls still think you are cool and stylish."

Wei Dong: "...Write down her ID, and I will follow her silently when I look back."

Luo Wei: "..."

A small episode did not cause too much disturbance in the squad of painters. Everyone went out to eat dinner and then returned to the hotel. After washing, Ke Xun got into the quilt and swiped his phone. Because Mu suddenly shut down, he was no one. But chatting, I fell asleep soon.

Wei Dong teamed up with Luo Ling in another room on the bed next to him. Seeing that Ke Xun was asleep, he turned off the light and got up and went to Luo Ling's room for fear of disturbing him.

Ke Xun dumbly heard that someone came back from the outside and fell asleep until he was awakened by a gentle knock on the door early in the morning.

Ke Xun was shirtless and half-awake to open the door, only to see that Mu Yiran stood outside the door, with a wind and snow atmosphere, still carrying a suitcase in his hand.

Ko Xun was taken aback for a moment, then he dragged the person into the door, spread his arms and rushed up: "Why did you come here? Wasn't you still abroad yesterday? No wonder it was turned off last night... What are you doing here? Are you really tired? Are you hungry? Let's eat something first and then you come back to sleep!"

Mu Yiran pulled him out of his arms: "I just fell snow on my body, go and put on your clothes."

Ke Xun walked back with a smile, trying to talk to Mu Yi while putting on his clothes, only to see that his eyes were falling on the face of the man who was sitting up on the bed next to him, and then he narrowed slightly.

Ke Xun followed his gaze and saw that it was not Wei Dong, but Zhu Haowen who slept on this bed.

"... Hao Wen'er, why are you here?" Ke Xun felt that he was cautious and tightened.

Zhu Haowen had no expression on his face: "Weidong and Luo Ling are going to play games together, let me come to sleep." The two **** forced him out of the bed and drove him out of the door.

"..." Ke Xunxin said that Dongzi carrots, these two cheating goods, this time they pitted Lao Tzu.

——Of course, this episode "seems" did not affect the schedule of the squad of painters. Everyone had breakfast and sat with Wu You who had rushed over, and re-arranged the follow-up tasks.

Wu You is a local, and he is responsible for asking his grandmother for help to find out if there is anyone who knows the bones.

The others left City C and went to the city where the art museum is located closest to the city where they lived. After receiving the letter of introduction from Mu Yiran through his contacts, they went to the Archives Bureau to read the files.

After returning to home in Z City with Mu Yiran, Ke Xun did not go out for three days. When he was shaking from the bed with his waist collapsed, Mu Yiran had already gone out and returned from the outside.

"As of today, it has been confirmed that the predecessors of three art museums have operated painting-related businesses," Mu Yiran took off his coat, and said, taking a light look at his own dog who was hobbled in front of him, "I I think I don’t need to check it again later. In all likelihood, all art galleries are the same. This further proves that the location of these art galleries is closely related to the painting incident itself."

"Do you think it has something to do with Feng Shui?" Ke Xun leaned into the sofa feebly, took a few sips of the hot tea that Mu Yiran handed over, "Or let's find a house that will show people Yin and Yang. Feng Shui people help to see?"

Mu Yiran sat next to him, looked down and pondered for a moment, and said: "We are not sure if this will involve innocent people in this matter, and will cause us to violate the rules of painting and suffer. When it comes to backlash, even if we don’t disclose anything about painting to someone, there is no guarantee that when he sees the mystery from a geomantic perspective, it will have a chain reaction."

"What to do then," Ke Xun continued to feel weak, "I have pain in my butt, and I refuse to think now."

Mu Yiran took the coordinate maps of all the art museums on the tablet, contemplated for a long time, and said, "I have an idea."

"We have now confirmed that there are at least three or four art museums located here, and painting-related businesses were built here nearly a hundred years ago," Mu Yiran said. "From this, it can be inferred that other art museums are located here. At the same time nearly a hundred years ago, at the same time, there should have been painting-related camps like these.

"From this coincidence, it can be inferred that nearly a hundred years ago, it is very possible that a group of people like us were controlled and forced by some kind of force, tossing around these places, constantly drawing and drawing.

"The question now is whether this group of people succeeded in getting out of the painting incident. This is no longer verified. We don't have to bother to think about it.

"The second question is whether the painting incident has continued since this group of people, or is there a period of blankness in the middle? How many groups of people have passed between us and this group of people?

"If this matter continues, then in the months before us, there should be a group of people who have entered these art galleries. In this way, we need to get all the art museums half a year or even a year ago. All the monitoring of, compare all the people who entered and leave the museum during this period to see if they have the same faces.

"And if no one else was involved in the painting incident between the group of people and us a hundred years ago, we must consider why this event was suspended during this period? How did it do it? Who did it? I found it. The method may save us from this incident.

"But we also need to consider another possibility, that is, the event of entering the painting cannot be prevented. Only when a group of people have completely died, the event will be temporarily suspended-this should be the worst possible. , But I think it may not be completely out of the way, which involves another most critical issue:

"How did the event of entering the painting happen?

"Everything and everything have an origin. The event of entering a painting cannot be born out of thin air. It must have a source. Maybe we can find the source and find a way to crack it."