Paintings of Terror

"Beep—"

The sound was not loud, but it passed into the ear very clearly.

How to say it, it’s as if there is something like an electronic timer in the body. No matter where you go, even if you close your ears, you can still hear this "beep—", this sound is like from your own heart Or from the brain, you can't avoid it.

Wu You was awakened by this voice.

She raised her head from the quicksand, her hair was covered with sand, and she looked at Gu Qingqing, who was lying not far away.

Gu Qingqing also woke up, her spirit was not as good as Wu You, and she didn't want to move at this time.

Wu You sat up, and struggling to take out his mobile phone and looked at it. The time was displayed on it-1:11:29.

"Qingqing get up quickly, it's been an hour!" Wu You stood up and walked forward with difficulty in the sand, slowly approaching his friend, "We have come out! The sand is slowly changing less!"

Gu Qingqing struggled to sit up from the sand, only to realize that the quicksand that had almost completely buried herself had become much less at this moment.

Gu Qingqing wiped off the sand grains on her face, feeling lucky for the life she had picked up. At this time, her eyes fell on the big leather pocket between the two of them: "Is that thing still inside?"

Wu You had already picked up the cowhide pocket and carefully put his hand in it, and she took out a golden hourglass filled with sands: "Yes, it's still there."

Gu Qingqing also leaned forward and looked at the hourglass in the shape of a pair of triangles. The head filled with golden sand resembled an Egyptian pyramid.

Wu You's eyes turned from bright to dark: "What use is this thing for us, it's not a woodblock fragment..."

"This is at least what the cowhide pocket needs," Gu Qingqing put the golden hourglass back into the cowhide pocket. "As soon as we came into this world, we had this cowhide pocket by our side, and nothing could be put in the pocket. There is this hourglass, so this thing must be useful to us. Maybe, maybe it can be used as a key or something."

A gust of wind blows up, and in an instant, the wind blows away. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. The two girls hugged each other tightly to resist the strong wind. The leather pockets were tightly hidden in their arms.

After about a few minutes, the wind gradually faded.

There is still sand left with the wind.

The wind took away the last grain of sand.

There is solid ground under the feet of the two of them, and the surrounding area is empty.

Wu You slung the cowhide pocket solidly across his shoulders, and looked at the universe-like sky and earth blankly with Gu Qingqing.

If a small space can give people a sense of fear, then the vast world nowadays gives people a sense of helplessness in the face of the vast ocean.

Now I don’t know if it’s sunset or sunrise, and a touch of red appears on the horizon. The red is not the red of the sun, but the red of blood, just like someone slaughtered a dragon on the horizon, and the blood splashed a small part of the sky.

The other half of the sky is also different in color, half of which is gray and the other half is silvery white.

Gu Qingqing took Wu You's hand and didn't know what to do next.

The two people don't know how the other groups are divided, but it is obvious that their group should be the weaker group in the whole.

In this regard, Wu You also encouraged Gu Qingqing to say: "You are in charge of mental work, and I am in charge of manual work. We are simply a peerless arrogant and invincible!"

The two were at a loss now.

Wu You frowned, stared at the gray sky for a while, and then took a few steps forward, as if there was something attracting her.

Gu Qingqing immediately grabbed Wu You, a little afraid of her partner's abnormal behavior: "Wu You, what did you see?"

Wu You stopped, his eyes fixed on the gray sky: "Like a mirage, I saw and saw some ancient people at work! Working in sweat!"

Gu Qingqing hurriedly wiped his glasses with his sleeves, put them on again and looked in that direction. It was still gray and could not see anything: "Maybe my eyesight is not good, maybe you are more aura than me, I Can't see anything! Tell me carefully, what kind of ancient people are they and what are they doing?"

"I can't tell you clearly. Regarding the dressing of the ancients, I only know the Qing Dynasty and the other dynasties..." Wu You was a little embarrassed when he said here, and now he can only do his best to describe what he saw: "Anyway, these People are not from the Qing Dynasty, with a bun on their head, shirtless, cloth towels around their waists, and very fat cloth trousers... Even if they are dressed for rough jobs, I can't see what they are doing. ..."

In Wu You's eyes, these scenes are like a movie screened by light gray gauze. The movie shows an ancient documentary.

"Is there a voice?" Gu Qingqing asked.

"what?"

"Is there any sound in these people and scenes you see?"

Wu You listened attentively, and there was a sound, and it was a harsh donkey cry.

Wu You quickly found the donkey called Huan in the scene. The donkey was looking around with dumpling-like eyes. When he felt bored, he called again.

"These people are unloading things from donkey carts," Wu You continued, "Those things are gray, rectangular, big and big, how big are they? That side is the size of a double desk in a primary school. Well, the thickness is... the thickness of an oven."

Gu Qingqing ignored Wu You's inappropriate metaphor, and directly converted the thickness of the oven into three books of Ci Hai...

"Are they unloading goods? Is there anything else?" Gu Qingqing felt like a blind man now, and Wu You was his own eyes.

"They unloaded these large rectangular gray pieces from the donkey cart, and then moved them to a large shelf. Sitting on the bottom of the pot was making a fire. They didn't know what they were doing." Wu You rubbed his eyes and stared carefully. Looking at the people in the scene.

"Don't worry, continue to observe." Although Gu Qingqing can't see it, she still stares at the gray sky, as if she can see it according to Wu You's description. Once people fall into reverie, they will go deep into it, "You Can you see the expressions of these people? What can you tell from their faces? Is it the joy of labor, the anger of being exploited, or something else?"

Hearing this, Wu You stared at the person facing him and the person next to him who was facing him sideways: "This is really hard to say. They seem to be very happy, but it is like a kind of happiness. Sneaking secretly... and they were still a little panicked. They looked left and right, as if they were doing something shameful... A big man was still scolding the croaking donkey, as if he was afraid that the sound of the donkey would cause it. The attention of others."

This is something Gu Qingqing did not expect: "You continue to observe, pay attention to the movements of their hands, and see what they are doing."

About ten minutes later, Wu You was surprised to find that a big man had stabbed a stick-like object into the gray rectangular box. The two of them worked together to pull out the stick. The place where the rectangular box was pierced. It was like turning on a faucet, and gray water came out slowly.

Several people hurriedly took containers to pick up the gray water, as if these were what they needed.

This is the entire labor process.

After listening to Wu You's description, Gu Qingqing remained silent for a while: "I don't understand this field at all. If Brother Mu or Mr. Shao are there, maybe I will solve the mystery."

Wu You rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then walked a few steps forward: "It's no longer possible, I can't see it, the scene disappeared."

"Did they disappear completely? What are you seeing now?" Gu Qingqing asked unwillingly, "Is it the same as what I saw? It's something like gray flowing clouds."

"No, like an old photo, you can vaguely see those big gray squares, neatly placed there, and I don't know what they are for." Wu You turned around and looked at Gu Qingqing. , "How about I try to see other directions?"

Gu Qingqing: "You mean, the other two sides of the sky, there may be similar scenes?"

"Try it." Wu You turned around, this time facing the silver-white sky, "That direction is really bright, it's a bit dazzling."

Gu Qingqing didn't see anything dazzling at all, only felt that it was a faint flowing cloud floating there.

"Qingqing, I seem to understand why I can see. This may not have much to do with my eyesight." Wu You squinted his eyes and continued to stare at the silvery white. "According to our statement, I was a little psychic when I was young. My grandma said that my eyes are very clean and I can see a lot of things that other people can't see. Because of that, I always got sick when I was a child.

"Later, my grandmother said that she had blindfolded my eyes, and if I couldn't see it, I wouldn't be harassed by those things..."

"Then why now..." Gu Qingqing asked.

"Since our bones were seen last time, I have always felt that the thing my grandma blindfolded me back then seems to be gone... I seem to be able to see those things when I was young again, but after I started painting, I was bolder. It’s not easy to be frightened like before. I thought it was my illusion before, but today these scenes are so clear that I can see them again.” Wu You’s expression did not see sorrow or joy.

Gu Qingqing stepped forward and took her hand without speaking.

Wu You rubbed his eyes again: "No, that direction is too bright, I can't see anything now, I can only see what looks like a tree..."

Gu Qingqing was a little distracted, looking at Wu You's bright eyes: "I understand now that everyone selected for the painting has a reason."

Wu You nodded, he also thought of this, and now looked at the blood-red sky.

Perhaps he couldn't see clearly at first glance, but when Wu You took a second look seriously, he covered his eyes and let out a sharp scream.

Gu Qingqing hurriedly blocked Wu You's sight with her body, patted her back and tried to calm her down: "What's the matter? Did you see something terrible?"

After a while, Wu Youcai nodded, but subconsciously turned his face away, avoiding the blood-red sky with fear.

Gu Qingqing was not in a hurry to ask, just patted Wu You's back lightly, and then listened to the other party: "It's all ghosts."

"ghost?"

"Yes, that blood-red sky was full of ghosts, and they were all killed."

"Ghost? Was it killed?" Gu Qingqing was a little scared, but after thinking about it, he felt that the logic was different.

"Those ghosts had their stomachs broken, or their heads severed...The red color was stained with ghost blood!" Wu You only felt his cold hair stand up, and kept turning his face to avoid the blood-red sky.

What Wu You said, Gu Qingqing could not see anything, only the unnaturally red sky.