Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun and Yue Cen in the dark couldn't understand why these "audiences" suddenly became noisy: some "people" seemed to want to leave, and some "people" wanted to finish watching the game.

Ke Xun felt that he could understand some voices gradually, and a child sitting not far away said sharply: "...I'm afraid of that sound."-the one in front did not understand, but this Ke Xun heard a few words clearly—I was afraid of that sound.

The child's mother coaxed: "That's a play, it's a fake! The acting is a lunatic, and the watching is a fool. If you are fascinated, you will become a fool! Are you a fool?"

The child seemed to have engaged in a cruel ideological struggle, and finally seemed to cry in tears and said: "I am not a fool."

"Okay! Then let's watch. After the show is finished, there will be delicious food! There are corn, beans, and peanuts! Your favorite peanut!" The child's mother said these words, seeming to be emboldened for herself.

Hearing that there will be peanuts to eat for a while, the child stopped making trouble, and the surrounding area gradually recovered quiet, as if the whole scene was comforted by the mother.

Ke Xun listened for a while, and suddenly understood something, and was a little worried: "Sister Cen, can you hear what those people said just now?"

"I don't understand, it seems that something terrible is about to happen." Yue Cen was still holding Ke Xun's cuff in the dark, for fear that if the two of them stayed in the dark for a long time, they would gradually be unable to find each other, "I think , Out of instinct, what they are afraid of should be the cat who is about to appear."

"I seem to be able to hear clearly just now." Ke Xun didn't know whether this kind of "heard clearly" was a good thing or a bad thing. Ke Xun never believed that he could suddenly understand a different language without doing anything.

Yue Cen also felt that things had begun to develop in bad places, but he couldn't think of a solution for a while: "We have to find a way to isolate these things, but..."

As the music speeded up, the two looked up and saw that the rats' marrying team on the stage was in a mess. This chaos was not a panic, but... the group of rats seemed to be attracted by something.

The first to be attracted by that thing was the rat groom officer who just appeared from the other end of the stage—as Yue Cen said, the groom officer was riding on a bright green toad, and he was driving the toad towards that thing. In the past, it seemed that this matter was 1,000 times more important than marrying a wife.

The other mice also rushed towards the thing.

"What's that?" Ke Xun looked at the thing that appeared on the side of the stage-was it a mound-shaped point, a pile of loess?

It's like a lone grave.

The mice rushed to the "solitary grave" happily, burying their heads in the soil of the grave and unable to come out, their pointed tails posed contentedly.

Just when Ke Xun finally understood what the lonely grave was, Yue Cen's voice suddenly became tense: "The mouse has begun to steal food, and soon the cat will be attracted. We can’t be sure of our identity now, it’s better. Still hide."

Just when Yue Cen couldn't do anything about this boundless darkness, he suddenly felt Ke Xun approached and said in a low voice: "Sister Cen, can you squat down with your legs? You can't sit on the ground. "

Yue Cen didn't understand what Ke Xun meant for a while: "You mean, let me get out of the wheelchair?"

"Yes, if we want to be barely separated from the outside world, the only thing we can use at the moment is this wheelchair."

Although Ke Xun can’t see it, through touch, it can be basically concluded that this wheelchair has become something more in line with the era in the painting. First, the wheels of the wheelchair have become wooden wheels, and the body and armrests of the wheelchair have also changed. It was made of wood, and its volume was a bit larger than before.

Yue Cen had already left the wheelchair with the help of Ke Xun, and temporarily squatted on the ground. Then he felt that the cool breeze around him diminished, as if there was a wall in the air separating the wind, and he reached out and touched it. The seat of the wheelchair is like a small wooden house buckled on it, and the one supporting this small wooden house is Ke Xun beside him.

Yue Cen was also unsure of the weight of the wheelchair, so he stretched out his hand to help support, but listened to Ke Xun next to him saying, "No, this thing is very light."

"The main bunker is here. Is your side exposed?"

"No, this wheelchair happens to have a simple device like a tarpaulin awning. I pulled it down to cover myself."

Ke Xun curled his body into this simple "small wooden tent" while holding the wheelchair turned back in his hands.

In the dark, I only feel that the world is trembling. The terrifying shrill screams and the sound of "clap" wind and paper seem to have become noisy and weak background music. A low roar of tigers descending from the mountain runs through the entire world. In an instant, people felt that the mountains and rivers changed color.

Ke Xunqing's hand holding the wheelchair trembled slightly. In the darkness, he felt that Yue Cen's hand had reached his arm through groping, and gradually moved upwards, so that she covered his ears.

The ears were so badly covered, Ke Xun felt that the tympanic membrane was sucked up, so he had to open his mouth to prevent the facial features from being blocked at the same time.

For a while, I was a little worried about Yue Cen. Hearing the deafening roar was unbearable. Given her physical condition, how could she be better than herself?

But Yue Cen's hand was very steady, as if she was not affected by her surroundings.

In this way, Yue Cen covered Ke Xun's ears, and Ke Xun held the wheelchair with both hands, and the two held on silently in the dark.

I don't know how long it took, Ke Xun felt Yue Cen's hand loosen.

Suddenly regaining hearing feels a bit strange, but fortunately, the surroundings are very quiet, with only a slight wind.

"You can put down the wheelchair." Yue Cen's voice felt cordial.

Ke Xun looked around, feeling a little overwhelming.

The wheelchair was restored to its original state, and Yue Cen was helped by Ke Xun to sit back again. Looking at the dark and empty surroundings, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Are you okay, I just patronized my ears." Ke Xun came to the back of the wheelchair and found the wooden handrail, which is indeed a very primitive wooden car.

"I was not affected. The cat's voice is still a dramatic effect to me, but it doesn't seem to be the only way to you." Yue Cen said calmly in a wheelchair.

"When I can understand those shadow puppets, I think something is not right." For Ke Xun, the scariest cat was not the scary cat last night, but that he was almost caught by the shadow puppets. assimilation.

With the faint morning light, Ke Xun carefully looked at the ground under his feet. It was cold and hard in winter, and it felt no different from the feeling he stepped on last night.

But those "audiences" were gone last night, and Ke Xun tried to find some "wrecks" made of shadow puppets, but to no avail.

It's like being blown by an unnamed giant wind, the world is completely wiped, and the group of shadow puppet mice making noises is gone, and the cat that can only make terrifying sounds is gone, or even gone. That brightly lit stage.

Everything last night was like a awakened dream, and there seemed to be a fragment of the dream after closing my eyes.

"Sister Cen, why haven't you been disturbed by last night at all?" Ke Xun remembered the hands covering his ears last night. Although he could feel the tension of his master, they were rare warm and firm.

"Perhaps everyone has different characteristics, just like electromagnetic waves with different wavelengths, the magnetic fields produced will also be different." Yue Cen was sitting in a wheelchair, holding the wooden handrail with one hand and his knees with the other. I also felt a sense of panic at the time, not because of the cats, not because of the mice, but because of the food."

"Food?" The lonely grave pile of grain on the stage appeared in Ke Xun's mind.

"Yes, since those foods appeared, my heart has been pulled up. I don’t know if it’s distressed or what, but I just feel that the food is very important. But I know in my heart that I can’t do anything about it. That’s the world in the play. As an outsider, you can’t interfere.” Yue Cen looked at the homespun clothes on his body, which changed after he entered the painting. “The sound of those rats eating food last night is like chewing on my heart. It’s hard to tell that feeling."

Ke Xun pushed Yue Cen forward slowly. At first he was aimless, but as the sky became brighter and brighter, he gradually saw the surrounding environment-this is a very empty field with green trees. They are all on the far edge, like the other shore that can never be reached.

Several low houses with round roofs stood not far away, dusty and lifeless.

Ko Xun finally found the pocket of this dress in his body, and took out the long-lost mobile phone from it. Strangely, after touching it for a long time last night, he couldn't find it, as if the mobile phone had hidden himself.

At this time, the mobile phone only has the function of displaying the time. Ke Xun looked at it: "It should be started after entering this world, and now it shows that 40 minutes have passed."

Yue Cen didn't talk, and was silent for a while before he said, "Let's go to the few low houses. It seems that there is only this choice."

After all, he had only met for a while, and Ke Xun didn't know much about Yue Cen. He just thought that the other party's tone was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

According to the setting of the world at hand, it seems that only the few strange low houses can be "investigated", maybe the woodblock fragments you are looking for are inside.

Ke Xun pushed Yue Cen over. These low houses were very dilapidated, especially there were many black holes under the roots of the walls, like places where mice got in.

The low house had no windows, only a small door. Ke Xun walked over and kicked it lightly with his foot, and the door opened.

The house was dark and empty.

The same goes for the other low houses.

The two people still found some clues in these rooms—there were some chaffs on the ground, dotted at the root of the wall.

"If the judgment is good, these should be granaries." Ke Xun said his conclusion, "but the food in it was stolen by the rats."

Yue Cen nodded and agreed with Ke Xun's statement.

"I think there should be people if there is a granary. Why do these people let the mice make holes and steal the food?" Ke Xun was puzzled. "I think this should be the same as the shadow puppet show in the'mouse marrying daughter' last night. Relationship, Sister Cen, you said last night that the most classic way of expressing "mouse marrying a girl" is New Year pictures. It stands to reason that New Year pictures usually have some blessings in it. In addition to being a bit humorous, this "mouse marrying a girl" has Does it mean anything else?"

Yue Cen looked at the corn husk that Ke Xun had just put in his palm, and thoughtfully: "'Mouse marrying a girl' is actually an ancient folk belief in our country. Speaking of folk belief, it is actually an evolution from ancient witchcraft. What has come, after hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance, has gradually become the customs of the common people, and it can even be said that the folk beliefs are the beliefs of the peasants. People pray for good weather and good harvests. This is all folk beliefs.—— As for "mouse marrying daughter", it is actually the "mouse sacrifice" activity in folk belief."

"Sacrifice to the rat?" Ke Xun, who grew up in the city, first heard of such a strange sacrifice.

"Yes, sacrifice to the rat. This kind of activity is held in the first month. The specific dates and methods of sacrifice vary across the country. Some are on the seventh day of the first month, some on the tenth day, and on the 16th and 20th day of the first month. Five. On the day of sacrifice to the rat, some areas in Shanxi will put food such as noodles at the root of the wall, saying that it is'to celebrate the marriage of the rat's daughter.' A wedding candy for a mouse to marry a girl's; in Xiaogan, a sesame oil lamp will be lit under the bed, and it will be worshipped and said, "Please watch the lamp, Red Lady..."

"I didn't expect that'rat marrying a girl' had so much attention to detail," Ke Xun was about to ask something, but felt something was wrong with Yue Cen, "Sister Cen, are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

Yue Cen touched his knee and calf: "My left calf to ankle seems to be unconscious. It's been wrong from daybreak, but it's getting worse now." Yue Cen reached down and touched his calf. "It's cold and hard to touch, like a rock." With a puzzled expression, he reached into his trousers and touched his ankles, then retracted his hands instantly, his face pale.

The author has something to say:

Reader: I want to know how the other groups are divided.

Yuyue: Little fairies, please be patient, every group will write it~

Reader: Well, who is the one?

Yuyue: This must be kept secret~

Reader: New Year's paintings can't write about the New Year in one stroke, right?

Yuyue: Do you think this is a part of "A Picture of Shanghe on Qingming Festival"?

Reader: "A River on the Qingming Festival" is not bad, when will everyone enter the game? Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~