Paintings of Terror

Climbing on a rock platform is a gamble. Either everyone will die or they will survive. But everyone knows that the probability of death is much greater than the probability of survival. After all, everyone has experienced it. Every painting is looking for a ray of life in the nine deaths.

No one immediately responded to Shao Ling's words about life, but fell silent and entangled.

"Come here first tonight," Qin Ci broke the depressing atmosphere. "It's better to go back to their tents first, and then think about what you want to do."

No words for a night, and sleepless night.

The next morning, despite the heavy heart, Li Xiaochun and the girls tried their best to help everyone get breakfast. Everyone ate more or less, but what it was like to eat in their mouths, probably already No one can taste it anymore.

"Let's make a decision," Shao Ling obviously stayed up all night, his face was haggard, "the bone patterns on our faces and bodies are more obvious than yesterday, have you found it?"

Everyone looked at each other a few times, and sure enough, yesterday was only a looming bone texture. Today, clear gray lines have been revealed on the skin, and as time goes by, the color will definitely deepen until it becomes completely black.

"There is no time." Shao Ling said.

"Decision, what to decide?" Luo Ling asked unwillingly to face reality.

"Would you like to climb the rock platform." Shao Ling didn't leave him any extravagant hopes.

Luo Ling hugged his head and buried his face in his lap. After a long time, he whimpered and said, "I don't want to die..."

"If you don't climb the rock platform, you will probably die." Shao Ling reminded him, "If you climb the rock platform, you might be able to survive."

"I don't know, I don't know..." Luo Wei cried.

"Don't force him..." Qin Ci sighed, "Perhaps we should try our best to think of other ways."

"I think there is no other way." Shao Lingshi has already lost his usual self-compassion, speaking straight and can no longer take into account the mood of everyone, "Either sit and wait for death, or climb on the rock platform to find a way to survive."

"But we are not sure that we will die if we stay below, nor are we sure that we can really find a way to survive on the rock platform, can we?" Wu You also said with red eyes.

"Don't deceive yourself anymore," Shao Ling looked at her blankly. "Stay down there will definitely die. The evidence is that every night is getting stronger and more tornado pillars, and more and more obvious in us. Bones, don’t you think that when the bones are fully revealed, we can continue to live in such a state of being neither human nor ghost? What's the point?"

Wu You said nothing, biting his lip and weeping.

"So what do you mean, do you want to go up to the rock platform?" Li Xiaochun looked at Shao Ling.

Shao Ling rubbed his face, took a breath, and said, "Yes, this is my choice. I don't want to sit and wait for death. I think there must be a solution to the incident on the rock platform, just like every painting we have entered. Isn’t it time when it’s almost desperate to find life in desperation? I believe it will be like this this time, and I believe we will be able to crack it, just like every time before."

Li Xiaochun looked at him with his eyes floating, as if fiercely fighting and measuring in his heart, after a long time, he finally said: "I have only entered one painting, without the experiences and mental journeys of you old members. To be honest, in fact, I still feel that the whole thing is particularly untrue...just treat me as stupid and bold, I also choose to climb the rock platform."

"What about you?" Shao Ling looked at the others who hadn't expressed their opinions.

Ke Xun glanced at Mu Yiran, and when he saw him nodding slightly, he said, "Yiran and I also chose to board."

"Count me." Fang Fei said.

Wei Dong's gaze was a little dazed: "Really...Is there no other way?"

Everyone looked at him, but no one spoke.

Wei Dong closed his eyes, his lips trembled and said, "Okay...I'm going to..."

It is imperative to board the rock platform. Before lunch, the 13 members finally reached an agreement.

"We tied one end of the climbing rope to the car, and threw the other end over the rock platform, and then we pulled the rope from the other end to climb up." Ke Xun planned for everyone to take the stage tonight, "Everyone needs to use The ropes cooperate with each other to pull the weaker person and sister Cen together with the wheelchair. In addition, we also need to bring equipment, guns, engineering shovel, spare ropes, what else can you add? ?"

"I want to take my meat picking knife, just in case," Li Xiaochun said, "I am more proficient with that thing than with a gun."

"Me too..." Wei Dong took out a utility knife from his pocket, "I will bring this."

"I also brought a scalpel." Qin Ci smiled slightly self-deprecatingly.

"Let's bring a barrel of gasoline up there," Mu said in a daze, "maybe it will be needed."

"The remaining oxygen cylinders can also be taken," Zhu Haowen said. "It can be used as explosives, although the power will not be great."

Everyone rushed to add a few more, preparing the things for the evening.

"What to do next...just stay and wait for death?" Wu You asked desperately.

No one answered for a while, each staring at the ground in front of him in a trance.

After a long time, I heard Zhu Haowen say: "We came out this time with the heart to die, who didn't arrange their own funeral before going out? It's useless to regret and cringe now. This is the same as following the painting. Regret and fear, you are already in the painting. If you don't understand the final truth, you will never be able to paint. So now, the only thing we can do is to bite the bullet and continue. Fear and delay are useless."

"Hao Wen'er was right," Qin Ci said calmly, "What we should do now is to calm ourselves down as soon as possible. The more calm we are, the greater our chances. I brought some preoperative tranquilizers. If anyone needs it, I can give you an injection before climbing on the rock platform."

Luo Ling raised his hand and said with a strong nasal voice: "Brother Qin, you can prepare one for me, otherwise I might really be unable to hold it..."

Qin Ci nodded and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

The rest of the time, everyone just sat in the big tent, spending all kinds of thoughts and tastes, perhaps the last afternoon of their lives.

"I really regret it," Wu You leaned on his lap, choked in his voice, "I regret not being filial to my parents any more before."

"I also...a little regret," Gu Qingqing was a little bit surprised, "I, a bookworm, missed a lot of scenery outside of books."

"The night before I went out, I wrote a ten-page suicide note," Wei Dong smiled sullenly, "I thought I had finished writing everything I wanted to say, but now, I think I still have a lot of words to write. , I... I really want to give me another chance to make up these words in the back. I wrote too little, far from enough..."

"It's still too late to write," Yue Cen said in a warm voice, "I think you can put it in the car, and someone will find it."

"Oh, good." Wei Dong concealed his nasal voice by coughing, and got up to get a pen and paper.

"I think we might as well record the causes and consequences of the entire painting incident, as well as all our speculations," Ke Xun said. "If we die unfortunately, these records may be left for a certain batch of paintings a few years later. Or, when they have advanced to the last step of the incident like us, and have also come to this place, these records may help them avoid some detours."

"Yes, as long as the information leaked into the painting incident will not be blocked by the painting push? And we will also be backlashed." Luo Gui said.

"It will be blocked and backlashed because the painters want to leak information to outsiders," Ke Xun calmly analyzed, "but what we want to pass to the next batch of painters, who are also painters, the information will not be shield.

"This valley of death has always been inaccessible. We will hide the information a little bit, and hide it in a place where only those who enter the painting will search for it. We don't have to worry about being seen by outsiders and blocking the original content.

"As for backlash, if we die, those who don't backlash are useless. If we can live, then it proves that we succeeded in preventing the power behind the painting, and naturally there will be no backlash."

"Xiao Ke makes sense," Hua Jiqiu said, "I also agree to record the whole incident and leave it to posterity."

Everyone has no objection. Shao Ling took the pen and paper, and was about to start writing. He heard Ke Xun say again: "I think we should use several different methods to record. After all, the next group of people is likely to be a hundred years later. I don’t know if it’s safe to write on paper. We should use a few more methods, so that there are more layers of protection."

"I bring a USB flash drive, and I can save an electronic version into the USB flash drive." Zhu Haowen said.

"You can also burn a CD," Mu Yiran said, "I have a CD in my car that can be erased and burned repeatedly, and this notebook is equipped with a recorder."

"Do you still carry this kind of thing?" Ke Xun was surprised.

"There is a DVD player in the car. This CD was originally a music CD." Mu Yiran explained, "And as long as the CD is not in extreme weather and environment, the storage life can reach 200 or even 300 years."

"Great," Ke Xun said, "then I will record another copy in the phone, and then leave the charger and the phone to future generations, lest this kind of phone will become an antique in a hundred years."

The people then divided their work into action. After organizing the entire painting incident and all the clues, they recorded them on paper, U disk, CD-ROM, and mobile phone.

The next step is to find a place that will not be easily discovered by outsiders, but will be easy to find for the next batch of painters to hide these things.

"It's better to just put it under the rock over there," Mu Yiran pointed to a low rock not far away, "After we were brought here by the shadow phantom, we also checked the nearby area during the day. The schist, I think, a certain group of painters who come here a few years later will also search the surroundings just like us."

That piece of low rock is an ordinary stone that cannot be more normal. It is scattered on the cold and hard ground. It is very inconspicuous. Everyone checked it here when they first arrived, and looked up and down. Ordinary stones, outsiders will not deliberately search for them.

Everyone walked over and picked a relatively larger and more conspicuous stone. Ke Xun and Li Xiaochun used an engineer shovel against the root of the stone, trying to pry it up, then dig a hole underneath, put things in, and then The stone covers it.

The two pried vigorously for a while, and finally made the stone loose. Weidong and Luo Er hurriedly came up to help, and the four together lifted the stone aside.

Ke Xun picked up the shovel again to dig the soil. After digging seven or eight shovel, he suddenly heard a "clang" sound, and the shovel head seemed to have shoveled something hard.

Ke Xun glanced at each other. Everyone held their breath for a while and stopped speaking. Ke Xun carefully pushed aside the shoveled soil, and a brick-sized stone box was slowly exposed under the soil.

Everyone was surprised, and Ke Xun bent over to pick up the box. The box was not locked. The gap between the lid and the box body was sealed with something like wax. Ke Xun was about to break the lid off with his hands. , Was stopped by Hua Jiqiu, and took the box from his hand, "I'll come on, be careful not to open the lid, and hurt the contents inside." Turning to Weidong, "Xiaowei, lend me your art knife. a bit."

Hua Jiqiu took the box to the side to deal with it. Everyone followed and watched. Ke Xun was about to follow, only to find that there seemed to be something in the pit he had just dug. He crouched down and took care of his hands. The ground pushed aside the floating soil, and took out an unknown metal bottle.

Then he digs down, there are actually porcelain bottles, clay pots, wooden boxes, and even bamboo slips.

"What's the situation?" Ke Xun held these things to Mu Yiran confusedly, "Did we accidentally steal a tomb?"

"No," Shao Ling took the porcelain vase and the wooden box and looked at it. "The texture patterns on these two things are obviously not the style of the same era, and the porcelain vase is rough in workmanship and is a low-priced product, but the wooden box is made of black rosewood. Yes, black rosewood is a very precious wood with excellent corrosion resistance, so you see, it is basically intact now, and even the carved patterns on it are almost not damaged. If this is a tomb, these two It’s so weird to put things in the same place, it’s like a street stall and luxury goods in the same jewelry box."

"Then why are these weird things all in the same pit?" Ke Xun wondered.

"I have a guess." Mu Yiran said.

The author has something to say:

Babies, these recent chapters, and there may be a few more chapters later, there are relatively more analysis and reasoning content, and some little fairies may feel that they see bald heads, but Yuyue ponders the final truth of the painting incident. If the painters reasoned too lightly and easily, then the foreshadowing of the first thirteen paintings would be lifted up high and put down gently, appearing top-heavy, and there is a suspicion of anticlimactic.

You can also see that our article is actually focused on reasoning, deciphering, and style. Almost every story is a result of the enthusiasm of the painter’s thinking process, clearing the fog to see the truth, if the whole event is finally The decryption process is not as difficult and heavy as a certain painting, so it is a bit unable to support this large framework constructed with 13 paintings.

Therefore, in the final decryption process, the painters will approach the truth step by step through repeated proofs, verification and dialectics. Therefore, the content of reasoning and dialectics, multitudes and repeated scrutiny will occupy an important part. Yuyue felt that if the main-line puzzle that runs through the full text is right, if the painter can guess the truth with one stick, it will not be very true. It will also appear to be too rushed to finish and not be responsible for the full text. .

So Yuyue Gulu came up to give you a warning, and there will be a few chapters of analysis and reasoning later. If you are afraid that if you see bald fairies, if you think that being bald a day is too abused, you might as well save a few chapters. After a one-time baldness and happy (hello!)~

However, if the manuscript is written quickly enough, the last few chapters of the main text are likely to be sent out in the same day. The little fairies who want to write up should not leave for too long~

I wish you all a happy weekend, okay~