Paintings of Terror

Mu Yiran's voice was cold and very textured. It was a kind of stretch, deep, cool and flexible sound quality. Listening to him, Ke Xun felt that the ears of his great old man were almost pregnant.

"No one of us knows what the whole thing is. Everyone is sucked in by the painting. The world you are in now is the world painted in the painting. If you want to leave this world, there is only one The solution is to find the'signature' and ensure that you can always survive." Mu Yiran's tone was flat, as if he didn't panic about the situation in front of him.

"What is the signature? How to find it?" Ke Xun asked.

"The signature of the painter," Mu Yiran replied, "Some painters will sign their names or initials on the paintings. If it is a Chinese painting, we may need to find the painter's bell seal. Only Only when you find the signature or the bell seal of the artist can you leave the world in the painting."

"This is too abstract. Finding a signature all over the world is different from finding a needle in a haystack?" Wei Dong interjected, "What if this signature should be signed under which tile on the roof? Is it possible for us to return it? Have to search through all the roof tiles in this world?"

"The place where the signature is located is closely related to the content of the painting. If you interpret the painting and get clues, you can find the location of the signature." Mu Yiran said.

"...I'm afraid I'm not looking for a year and a half." Wei Dong's face was dull.

Mu Yiran glanced at him lightly: "Anyone who cannot be found within seven days will die."

"Damn!" Ke Xun and Wei Dong were shocked, "Really?!"

"If you don't believe me, try it," Liu Yufei, a little braid, chuckled beside him. "You can do nothing for these seven days and see if you will die in seven days."

"No—how did you die? Why did you stop breathing suddenly when lying on the ground?" Wei Dong asked.

Liu Yufei grinned nervously: "There are many ways to die. There are only things you can't think of, and you can't die without you."

"Fuck, someone cares no one else?!" Wei Dong was shocked.

"Why is this?" Ke Xun still felt incredible, "Who made the rules? Who has the power to decide our life and death? Who has such a weird ability to get a living person into a painting? Doraemon?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him and said lightly: "I don't know."

"Doraemon! I'm Nobita! Don't you know me? Get your magical powers, let us go back!" Wei Dong wailed.

"Shut up!" Liu Yufei punched him angrily, "You give me a little voice! If you want to die, die by yourself, don't bother me!"

Speaking very nervously, he looked left and right, as if he was afraid that something in the dark had been disturbed.

Wei Dong received a punch for no reason, and was about to fight back. When he saw his face pale in fright, he shivered and looked around for a while, but saw that the night seemed to be darker and thicker than before, and the gray night fog Already enveloped the entire village, in the dim and chaotic place, something seemed to be squatting there, slowly opening the black hole's mouth.

Wei Dong didn't dare to say anything, even trying to hold his breath, and desperately rolled his eyes to wink at Ke Xun.

However, Ke Xun did not look at him at all at this moment, and was tilting his head to continue talking to Mu Yiran.

"How did you know what you just said? For example, you can only go out if you find the signature or seal. If you can't find it, you will die in seven days. Who told you?" Ke Xun asked.

Mu Yiran didn't look at him, and looked calmly at the dense fog ahead: "No one told me that this is the third painting I entered. The known clues are all summed up through the first two paintings."

"The third picture?!" Wei Dong was shocked again, "What do you mean?"

"It means that even if you get out of this painting by chance, you will enter the next one again." Liu Yufei answered mockingly next to him. If he listened carefully, there was still a trace of miserable meaning in the mockery.

"Why?!" Wei Dong couldn't help but be surprised. "Didn't he just go back to the real world from the painting? Why do you want to enter the painting?"

"I don't know," Liu Yufei shrugged and pointed his finger at the sky. "The big boss is mandatory. You must enter. If you don't enter, you will die."

"How to die? Is it possible that it can be manipulated even in the real world?" Wei Dong's eyes rose to despair.

"I don't know, maybe." Liu Yufei looked numb, "Anyway, whether in the real world or in the world in this painting, we are all ants, and we will always be played with by the upper, upper, and upper forces. It’s just that, as the saying goes, ants can still survive, even if they know that they can’t escape the upper power, most people will always find ways to survive, don’t they?"

"But why me?!" Wei Dong pulled his hair fiercely, "I'm just an ordinary person. I used to have a very good life in the ordinary. Why did you choose me to experience such inexplicable things? !"

"How should I put it," Liu Yufei crooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, "You deserve your luck."

Wei Dong no longer speaks. If he could say that when he first came in, he could still have a few words of self-deception, now he has completely recognized the "reality" in front of him, he held his head in his hands, and desperately tugged at himself Her hair, eyes and face were full of fear, unwillingness, and despair.

"Tung Tzu," Ke Xun grabbed him and pressed hard in his arms, "It's okay, doesn't it mean that you can go back to the real world? Don't be nervous and get up the spirit. We will definitely be able to go back. Everything has a reason. If there is a result, there is a cause. I don’t believe that we can’t find the source of this incident. When we were young, we didn’t play Nintendo games for nothing. We were good at playing through customs and breaking the game.

"Nonsense, Contra can have 30 lives, and Super Mario can still win a little green mushroom award for a person. Is there any? Is there?" Wei Dong lowered his head in frustration, his voice sounded like a fight. A bit of spirit.

"Need it?" Ke Xun smiled, "You forgot that brother, but Xiao Bai bullet killed you and pretended to be a fighter who forced you to fly and clear the entire Contra."

"All right, somehow give me a little white bullet to let me defend myself." Wei Dong said.

"Okay, don't think about it," Ke Xun said. "We must have courage without weapons. Even if we are ants, we must die on the elephant's corpse."

Mu Yiran, who was walking by the side, glanced at Ke Xun with a tilted face, but happened to meet Ke Xun's inadvertently turning gaze.

The two people's eyes met, and Ke Xun smiled at him, with a hint of meaninglessness and fearlessness on the corners of his lips.

There are all kinds of people who enter the painting, but who knows how long they can live.

Mu Yiran faintly looked away and looked forward again.

In the thick gray night fog ahead, three old locust trees with a bendy stalk stood motionlessly beside a dilapidated house.

"The Li family is here." Liu Yufei took a breath, his voice stiff and tense.

Ke Xun looked at him sensitively: "Is there something wrong?"

Liu Yufei didn't prevent him from asking this, looked at him with flickering eyes, and tilted the corner of his mouth: "No, go in."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Ke Xun didn't ask any more questions.

The door of the yard was hidden. Liu Yufei stepped forward and pushed the door, making a "squeak" sound. However, the harsh noise did not spread far in this quiet night. As soon as it spread out, it was immediately swallowed. In the thick fog.

As soon as they stepped into the yard, Ke Xun and Wei Dong were almost shocked by the sight in front of them, and Liu Yufei couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

The courtyard of Li’s family is not small. It is a courtyard house. The courtyard wall is surrounded by dilapidated fences. There are houses on all sides. The three main rooms on the north side are covered with white curtains and long banners at the moment. On both sides of the door, Hanging a large string of paper money and ingots made of yellow and white paper, two paper-paste virgin boys and girls in colorful clothes were placed at the door with bright eyebrows and beaming smiles.

It seems like a mourning hall.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The important emotions were cursed three times-Wei Dong was shivering, and the flesh on Liu Yufei's face was also pumping. Ke Xun looked to the left and then to the right, and saw among the four people. The only thing that can remain calm is Mu Yiran, but he can still detect a trace of seriousness and alertness in his eyes.

"No wonder we wear this kind of clothes." Liu Yufei looked down at him.

Isn't this just mourning clothes? Ke Xun was depressed and deliberately took it off and threw it on the ground, but considering that there was a wave of white streaks left in his clothes, he had to give up.

"Let's go." Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun lightly.

The person who got the "Yang" banner guarded the Li's granary.

Ke Xun looked around and saw that a piece of white paper was pasted on the door of the wing on the west side of the courtyard, with the word "food" written in black on it.

On the door of the downside house located on the south side of the courtyard, the word "chai" was also written in black and white. Weidong and Liu Yufei, who had drawn the "Gu" banner, were going to the chai room to chop wood.

Weidong cursed in a low voice--the Zaifang door was facing the door of the main hall mourning hall to the north, and the two paper virgins smiled at the Zaifang door.

"Dongzi, be careful." Ke Xun shook Weidong's shoulder, leaning to his ear, and lowered his voice, "There should be an axe for chopping wood in the wood shed. Hold your hand and stay alert. Don't get sleepy. If you have a situation, just call me. If it doesn't work, just run out of the yard."

"Know, I know...you are also careful..." Wei Dong trembled, and reluctantly followed Liu Yufei to the wood house.

Ke Xun followed Mu Yiran to the granary in the West Wing, opened the door, and a mixed smell of dust and rancid grain came out. Ke Xunxun was choking, pinching his nose and standing at the door.

Mu Yiran didn't seem to be able to smell it, so he walked straight in, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, slashed the screen, and scanned the room with the light of the screen, and saw a dozen large and small sacks piled up in the corner of the room. The window sashes are made of solid wood panels and are tightly closed so that no trace of light can penetrate the house. Of course, there is no light at night.

"Come in, the door is closed." Mu Yiran turned his head and looked at Ke Xun.

"First ventilate, this smell can't even survive the mouse inside." Ke Xun said.

"Come in, the door is closed." Mu Yiran coldly repeated unmovedly.

"...You also reborn the repeater?" Ke Xun sighed, stepped in and closed the door.

"The latch is plugged in." Mu Yiran continued coldly.

"Handsome man, you are not a girl. Are you afraid that someone will come in in the middle of the night to insult you? It won't be easy to run if something happens." Ke Xun tilted his head to look at him.

"You don't think there will be?" Mu Yiran coldly.

Ke Xun was taken aback, turned around and bolted the door silently.

Mu Yiran turned off the screen of the phone, and the room fell into pitch black, with only breathless dust and rancid smells flooding around him as if it were textured.

"What next?" Ke Xun asked.

"Waiting." Mu Yiran's voice sounded more cold and deep in the dark.

"Just...stay?" Ke Xun took two steps and found that the darkness was too deep, making people feel like being in the upper and lower void universe. Every step out, it seemed like he was about to fall unexpectedly into the deep limitless. In the black hole, there is no sense of peace of mind.

He took out the phone from his pocket and flashed the screen, found Mu Yiran's position, and found that he had actually sat on the sack in the corner of the room, leaning there, closing his eyes and refreshing himself.

"Just stay? Don't do anything?" Ke Xun walked over and asked him.

"You can also sleep." Mu Yiran didn't open his eyes.

"Don't we need to look for autographs or seals in this room?" Ke Xun squatted down beside him, taking a picture of his face with the phone screen.

Looking so close, this person's skin is really too good to say, the facial features are more three-dimensional and deep under the light of the screen, like a carved artwork that has undergone the finest polishing.

"If it's so easy to find, there won't be people in this painting." Mu Yiran frowned slightly when he used his mobile phone. "I advise you to save battery power for your mobile phone and use it when necessary. There is nothing in this painting. The charging place, and you have to stay here for seven days. Of course, if you die tonight, you can use it whatever you want."

Ke Xun hurriedly turned his hand off, and sat down on the sack beside him: "Look at you, what a grudge, it's okay to curse that if I die early, can I replenish your life or what?"

Mu Yiran ignored him again.

Ke Xun was silent for a long while, in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, only Mu's light breathing could be heard in his ears, but the movement outside the granary was completely unheard.

In fact, he really wanted to know the three people who had drawn the "Min" banner—according to the old man's arrangement, they would be responsible for the night watch tonight.

Since it is to watch the night, of course it must be kept in the mourning hall.

In the main room full of mourning flags, I don’t know if it will... be dead?