Paintings of Terror

The car stopped.

The wooden car door was pulled open from the outside, and the cold wind mixed with snow particles blew into the warm car.

When everyone in the car felt uncomfortable due to the sudden cold, they were all stunned on the spot before they even had a chill—

I saw a few blood people climbed up from the outside, with blood on their heads and faces, it was almost impossible to distinguish their faces and gender.

"Help! Help!" Several blood men grabbed the door and squeezed into the car in panic.

A farmer named Sledgehammer in the car hurriedly stepped forward to help, and asked, "How did you do this? Is there any danger outside? Come up quickly, we have to close the door!"

Another young man named Qianzhuzi was more concerned about the injuries of several people. Through inspection, although the injuries of several people looked grievous, they did not hurt the vital points, so there was no life worry.

Luo Wei originally wanted to go and help, but remembering what Hua Jiqiu had told him before, he had to look at it coldly and secretly counted. A total of six injured people came up, which is obviously beyond what Hua Jiqiu said before. Two people".

At this time, the car was still parked and never left.

"What's the matter? Why is the car still not leaving?!" One of the wounded was anxious, and with a lingering fear, he put a wooden stool against the door of the car. "If they chase in, everyone in our car will have to dead!"

"Who are they?" Qian Zhuzi asked.

Another woman with a blood-stained face replied, "It's the famous Wu lunatic in this neighborhood! Cut anyone at sight! No one can cure it!"

"Dare to ask a few respected names?" Hua Jiqiu asked suddenly.

Because the people who came to help just now were all other people, Hua Jiqiu hadn’t said anything, so several of the wounded all looked at this young gentleman, and instinctively felt that the scholar-like gentleman in the carriage said. Count.

The wounded had probably wiped off the blood on their faces at this time, and some of the wounds on the arms and legs were still painful. At this time, they were just humming, and the two who were not seriously injured answered on their behalf——

"Several of us are from Yuanjia Village, our surname is Yuan, the fat one is Dabei, the one whose ear was chopped off is Xiaobei, and these two are Tiedaner and Xiucai. My name is Rende. It's my wife Aster."

The woman named Chuiju said anxiously at this moment: "Hurry up and let the coachman pick up the car! It will be too late if we don't leave!"

The other passengers in the carriage are watching Hua Jiqiu at the moment.

Hua Jiqiu spread out his hands, and he didn't have the ability to make the car move: "If the car doesn't leave, it must be waiting for someone, indicating that there is not enough people."

Aster yelled anxiously: "Wait for a madman! That madman was a martial artist, and we are not his opponent at all."

Hua Jiqiu didn't know how to answer this woman's words, so she turned her head and asked the scholar: "Dare to ask the name of the scholar?"

The fluttering scarf wrapped around Xiucai's head was so blood-stained that he couldn't see his true colors. He replied weakly: "The surname is Yuan Mingcheng, the character is New Moon."

After hearing the words, Hua Jiqiu nodded without speaking.

Several people began to urge the car again, and even the other people in the carriage became panicked. Xiaofeng ran to Luo Ling: "What if a lunatic really comes, we have all heard of the Wu lunatic in Yuanjia Village!"

"What is the name of Madman Wu?" Although Luo Wei didn't understand why Hua Jiqiu was so interested in the names of these passengers, he still asked.

"I don't know this," Xiaofeng looked back at his mother Liu.

Liu took the child in his arms and whispered to Luo Wei: "Brother Carrot, Mr. Hua has to be cautious this time. If you really let a madman get in the car, the lives of all of us may not be guaranteed."

"Sister-in-law," Luo Ling didn't know what Liu's name was, so he called his sister-in-law. "You told me just now that if the passengers in this car leave the wrong passengers, the car will be destroyed, and there will be no survivors."

Liu nodded and looked at the injured villagers in Yuanjia Village. For a while, he didn't know who should stay in the car.

"Bangbangbang!" The sound of tapping the car door came from outside.

The people in the carriage couldn't help getting nervous, especially a few people from Yuanjia Village. They all hid in the carriage: "Madman Wu is chasing! Maniac Wu killed someone!"

But everyone understands that if the door is not opened to people outside the car, the car will probably stop here forever.

As soon as the car door opened, everyone exclaimed again.

The one who came up was not a lunatic Wu, nor a bleeding wound, but a man covered with malignant sores. At first glance, he did not look like an individual, but rather like a toad.

People originally wanted to push him out, but no one dared to touch him in the past, for fear that the yellow pus on this person would flow on him, causing himself to become his horrible and disgusting appearance.

"Quickly throw this **** out!" Aster's voice opened a fork.

Bitch? At this time everyone realized that this sore-covered body was actually a woman.

Aster and Deren backed back vigorously: "She is infected with her sore, throw her out!"

The woman like a toad hid in the door of the car very interestingly, her head lowered and she did not dare to speak.

"Do you know her? Are you from the same village?" Luo Ling asked.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Cui Ju could only actively explain: "She used to be a girl in our village, but she broke down in school when she arrived in the city, and came back with a nasty disease. Look at her sore, that is a prostitute. Dirty disease that can only get!"

The toad woman didn't say a word, and buried her head hard for fear that others would stare at her face.

Xiucai seemed a little unbearable, so he also said: "Actually, Chang Ting didn't learn badly...but to bury her father and at the same time to treat her mother. This is..."

"What's her name?" Hua Jiqiu asked sensitively.

"Changting," Xiucai sighed. "When I was in the village, she was called by this name."

Later, she probably didn't change her name, but people gradually forgot her real name and only called her to be a toad.

"Hurry up and get her out of the car!" Aster tightly covered her nose to avoid smelling the sores on Changting. "Do you want to stay in the car with this toad?"

"Toad" Chang Ting finally said: "The madman is chasing me and is going to kill me."

"Your sore filthy water may be able to turn Madman Wu's knife! Get out of here!" Aster cursed viciously.

Chang Ting stopped making a sound and sat there silently with his head down.

The car still did not leave.

"Could it be that the car is waiting for the madman?" Luo Ling asked Hua Jiqiu in a low voice.

Hua Jiqiu checked the time on the phone: "I hope he will come up quickly, it will be 11:00 soon, we can't wait any longer."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Ronaldinho, I also want to tell you my judgment, but there is a car here, I am afraid that something broken will cause unnecessary losses." Hua Jiqiu's expression is very sorry.

"That's okay, Director Hua, as long as you can judge it correctly, it doesn't matter if you tell me or not." Luo Wei said this, but he knew in his heart that four groups of people came up after stopping four times before, and they were all caught by Hua Jiqiu. Accurately judged the passengers who should stay.

"Bang Dang--" With a sound, the car door was pushed open by external force.

All the passengers squeezed in in a panic, because it was not a person who entered first, but a huge machete.

The owner of the knife is a sturdy man with a disheveled hair: "Kill you, kill you, kill you! Kill you, kill you, kill you! Kill you, kill you, kill you!"

"..." Luo Ling was horrified and speechless.

Hua Jiqiu was also frightened by this machete. At this moment, her voice trembling slightly asked: "Who are you? Why do you want to kill people?"

"I am No. 1 Wu! I am No. 1 in the world! I am No. 1 in the world! I am No. 1 I am No. 1 I am No. 1!" Crazy Wu opened the repeater mode again.

"...Dare to ask who is Wu Zhuangyuan's surname?" Hua Jiqiu boldly continued to ask.

Luo Ling stared at the lunatic Wu with straight eyes, feeling that the other party might answer—I am Wu Zhuangyuan, Wu Zhuangyuan, and Wu Zhuangyuan...

Crazy Wu tilted his head and stared at Hua Jiqiu for a while: "I won’t change my name, I won’t change my surname! Yuan Chonghua! My name is Yuan Chonghua! My name is Yuan Chonghua and my name is Yuan Chonghua. Called Yuan Chonghua!"

"Which heavy word is it?" Hua Jiqiu continued to ask.

Madman Wu rolled his eyes to look at Hua Jiqiu: "Because I am born with double pupils, I am named Chonghua!"

After hearing these words, Hua Jiqiu let out a long sigh, no longer afraid of the machete in the hands of the lunatic Wu Yuan Chonghua, and now walked towards the center of the carriage.

The others in the carriage were silent, not knowing what decision Hua Jiqiu was about to make.

Seeing Hua Jiqiu staring at her husband and wife, Chui Ju first pleaded: "Master Cha, Master Cha! You are good, don't throw our couple out!"

Luo Wei: Lord Cha?

Hua Jiqiu explained earnestly: “You don’t need to be anxious. Just now, everyone came to the car as if they were running for their lives, just to avoid the lunatic Wu, and everyone was also taboo about Changting’s skin diseases. In this way, we left Wu Zhuangyuan and Changting in the car. And the rest can go home without worry."

Everyone was stunned, this seemed to be a good suggestion.

Although the other old passengers in the car were reluctant, they were really afraid of the "Master Che" who had the right to make decisions. Even though his face was not good at this moment, he was silent.

The scholar suddenly said: "Master Che, let's go, we have been destroyed by the blizzard, and the village is almost buried by the snow! We were all on this trip to escape the famine, and we met a lunatic Wu on the road. , We are injured... please leave us, we don’t dislike Changting, nor martial lunatics! We are willing to be in the same room with them!"

When the scholar said a few words, Luo Ling didn't know how to refuse.

Hua Jiqiu didn't say anything. He stood up and walked to the pavilion. He didn't show any disgusting expression. Instead, he stretched out his hand and opened the car door: "Please get off the six villagers. This car is not where you should be. ."

Six people stood up slowly, despair written all over their faces.

Luo Yu really couldn't bear it and didn't dare to look at these six people at all.

But at this time, Hua Jiqiu's decision was just like the previous few times, like an irresistible "sacred decree", the six people finally left with grievances.

Finally the door closed.

The car ran forward again quickly.

This time the judgment is correct.

Luo Ling looked at Hua Jiqiu: "What should I do next? According to your previous statement, there are now all the people."

"I don't know how the plot will go, but I have done everything I should do about the selection of people." Hua Jiqiu replied.

The car ran forward for a while. The people in the car only felt that it seemed to be getting warmer and warmer. Xiaofeng opened the window: "Oh my God! Look at it, the peach blossoms are blooming!"

Everyone squeezed into the car window to see, there was no ice and snow outside, and it was replaced by a lot of vitality.

The peach tree that was full of buds was full of flowers in an instant, the grass on the hillside became green, and the spring water broke through the ice and began to flow.

The car gradually stopped.

Just when everyone was unclear, Hua Jiqiu opened the car door: "Get off, everyone, you should belong to spring."

Everyone got out of the car one after another. The madman Wu did not know when he threw away the machete, and at this moment, there was no such madness.

The long pavilion that looked like a toad actually changed its appearance, all the sores on his face and body were gone, and the skin became white and red like a peach blossom.

Hua Jiqiu and Luo Wei got out of the car at last, and there happened to be an old peach tree where they got off. Under the tree there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I don't know who did it.

Hua Jiqiu thought for a while, picked up a pen and dipped in cinnabar, and dotted a red dot on each of the nine people's clothes.

"Curator Hua, what are you doing?" Luo Ling became more puzzled.

"I'm drawing nine."

"Draw nine?"

Hua Jiqiu smiled and said, "This is an old tradition. In ancient times, people would draw nine on Laba Day. There is nothing complicated. There are nine characters, and each character has exactly nine strokes. Painting. The people of Nine draw one stroke every day, and ninety-nine and eighty-one days have passed after the painting is finished.

"What you are talking about, isn't it similar to the ninety-nine eliminatory figure?" Luo Ling asked.

"Xiao Luo, it seems that you are not ignorant of Nian Su."

Luo Ling looked at these nine people of all stripes, and really didn't understand what Hua Jiqiu picked them out on the basis of what.

"Because those nine words are exactly: Weeping willows in front of the pavilion cherish the spring breeze." Hua Jiqiu answered seriously.

Luo Ling was about to write these words, but suddenly found that the nine people had cinnabar on their coats, and a word appeared in each of them, which was linked together: Weeping willow in front of the pavilion cherish the spring breeze.

"This is what the ancients expected for spring." Hua Jiqiu said meaningfully.

Luo Wei thought it was amazing: "Curator Hua, Uncle Hua, how did you make a judgment?"

"I just think that this world has always been winter, which is a bit strange, and everyone seems to be emphasizing the'cold', emphasizing a kind of hardship to the cold, which reminds me of the various folk practices of the ancients looking forward to spring," Hua Ji Qiu explained: "Until the first case appeared, the names of the people who got on the bus were very strange. Most of them were related to winter. Only the other three were different. I took all of them. After writing his name, he had this vague answer in his head."

"Oh my God, Uncle Hua, you are so awesome!"

"No, it's just my job to study the knowledge of the new year." Hua Jiqiu replied modestly.

At this time, a gust of east wind blew over, and the peach petals fell rustlingly. Rob's eyes were pointed, and suddenly he noticed that there was a wooden block falling along with the petals. He squatted down and picked it up.

"The fragment, it is a fragment! There is a peach blossom carved on it!"