Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun and Weidong sent the sleeping Mu Yiran to the hotel, and they did not leave immediately. In the days in the painting, no one could sleep well. They simply called a room again, and they covered their heads on a bed. Sleeping.

When Ke Xun woke up to visit Mu Yiran in the next room, the big man was still asleep.

Ke Xun thinks about it and thinks so, Mu Yiran is very cautious. In the painting these days, I am afraid that he is the person who sleeps the least, and he has been consuming brain cells in the final stage, although his face is always calm and composed. But Ke Xun thought, in fact, he may also be very nervous. After all, the seven lives are maintained in his hands. Such a great psychological pressure may have collapsed long ago. However, he has been silently taking it all the time, and in the end It really succeeded.

It's strange to wake up from a tight nerve to a moment of relaxation.

Ke Xun went back to the room and took a bath. Wei Dong was also asleep on the bed. He didn't wake him up, but went to Mu Yiran's room again, fearing that the big man would not say a word when he woke up. Go away.

Mu Yiran rarely slept until he woke up naturally. When he opened his eyes, it was dusk outside, and he didn't know if he had slept for a few days.

Mu Yiran lay on the bed without moving, but stared out the window with his eyes open.

He was a little surprised at his defenselessness.

He actually gave himself to Ke Xun in this way, and trusted him so much, thinking that he would be able to arrange everything properly when he was unconscious in his sleep.

Even, he, who had never indulged his sleep so much before, actually slept so...relaxed and at ease under Ke Xun's nose.

Obviously that kid is the one he should guard against!

Mu Yiran's expression froze when he thought of Ke Xun. He touched his body under the quilt, and saw that his jacket was gone, his shirt and pants had never been passive.

Realizing that he had such thoughts, Mu Yiran's face was hard to look at. He sat up and saw that the door of the room was being pushed open. What came in was a face he didn't want to see at this moment.

"Have you slept enough?" Ke Xun greeted him without knowing it, and pulled in a dining car from behind, "It just so happened that I just called from the hotel, thinking you should almost wake up, too. Wash your face and eat something first."

If he wanted to let him out, he was shut in his throat for a while.

Mu Yi got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, Ke Xun had already put the meal on the table, and was calling Weidong next door for a wake-up service.

On the table are three trays of shrimp dumplings, four plates of vegetarian dishes, and three bowls of mushroom polenta.

"It's all vegetarian dishes, don't you eat meat?" Weidong came from next door sleepily and sat at the table to express his dissatisfaction.

"Shrimp dumplings are not meat?" Ke Xun handed the chopsticks to Mu Yiran. "Besides, just after coming out of that painting, can you really eat meat?"

Wei Dong stiffened: "I can't eat, I can't eat, don't remind me." Hugging the porridge bowl quickly and drinking.

After the meal, the sky was already dark, and the city lights came in through the window, but before the eyes of the three people who had just been stripped from the world in the painting, they seemed not so real.

Kicking Wei Dong back to the next door to take a bath, Ke Xun stayed in Mu Yiran's room.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Ke Xun asked him.

"Ok."

"Then we have to see you after we have the next picture?" Ke Xun said.

Mu Yiran ignored him.

"Hey," Ke Xun walked over and sat down beside him, with his elbow on his knees, tilting his head to look at him, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Mu Yiran glanced sharply and stared at him coldly: "Ke Xun, I will not tolerate your offense again and again."

"My attitude is very sincere," Ke Xun smiled and raised his hand in a swearing gesture. "You don't have to answer, and I didn't intend to plot you anything, pure curiosity.

"I understand that we two are not people in the same world. You are a big brother. You are surrounded by elite geniuses from the upper class. You live a dream life that I can never imagine.

"As for me, I am an ordinary citizen, the frog at the bottom of the well, except for the intangible swan that Xiao thinks about you, there is no capital or strength at all to squeeze into the world of those of you.

"I'm right... just want to know what kind of person you would like, how good the person you like would be, and then secretly envy you with frustration.

"Forget it, when I didn't ask, I went back to the next door, and maybe I won't see you tomorrow. Say it in advance and see you in the next picture."

He got up and left the room, turned his head when the door was closed, and waved his hand at Mu Yiran with a smile.

Early the next morning, Mu Yiran decided to leave first and settle the accounts of the three of them. However, when he arrived at the front desk, the waiter told him that the accounts had been settled. At the beginning of the morning, two young gentlemen left before leaving. All the bills were paid.

Mu Yiran stopped slightly in the lobby, and then left the hotel.

Back in City Z, Weidong went home to look for his mother, and Ke Xun returned home to guard the vacant room.

Facts have proved that the painted world is really like a series of terrifying nightmares. Once it is touched, you can no longer get rid of it. You have to keep entering and begging to escape, not knowing when it will end.

Ke Xun has accepted this powerless reality. Fortunately, since he became solitary, he has been particularly open to everything. After experiencing several births and deaths in these two paintings, he has even Life and death have also been taken lightly.

In this way, everything seems to become more meaningless.

Ke Xun took a rest for two days, went out to watch a movie, made an appointment with Weidong to go to the night market to play back Chuan'er, and had a meal with a few buddies who worked in his gym, eat and drink and sang K and gay. No one noticed that he was different from before.

But this day, there was a beep in the phone. When I opened it, I saw that it was a V-letter friend applying, nicknamed "Swordsman Qin Xin", and the additional message was: I am Qin Ci.

Ke Xun has added friends.

Corgi: [Hello, the first time I met and I don’t know what to say, let’s kiss first. jpg]

Jian Dan Qin Xin:...

Jian Dan Qin Xin: Ke Xun, I pulled a group, you join in.

Corgi: [OJ8K.jpg]

The group was named "Into the Painting", clicked to see the members, and saw that in addition to Qin Ci, there was also Sha Liu, and then Wei Dong also joined in. The last one to come in was Mu Yiran.

I don't know when these people exchanged mobile phone numbers and V signals.

Jian Dan Qin Xin: We can't always sit back and wait. We gather together and think of ways together. Whether it is to exchange clues or popularize painting knowledge, it is always better than nothing. In case of a painting, it happens to be us. The paintings I have learned.

Gentle Green: It's a bit like an exam. But when it comes to painting knowledge, Mu Ge should have the most say.

Wei Feng·Mang: Fuck! We have a group now? [Social Society.jpg] But should the group name be changed? Change the character "者" to "lun" to be handsome. "Jinhualun", does it sound awkward?

Corgi: [Are you a sand sculpture?.jpg]

Wei Feng·Mang: [Ma's death for.jpg]

Corgi: [Believe it or not, I'm just banging you to death. jpg]

Wei Feng·Mang: [What is fierce? I'll just get out. jpg]

Jian Dan Qin Xin:...

Gentle green:...

Corgi: How about the Geng family of three?

Jian Dan Qin Xin: An invitation to join the group has been sent, and there is no response yet. Let's talk first.

Gentle Green: Is Mu Ge busy?

Mooney:.

Corgi: [Don't let me see you, or I will see you once and like you once. jpg]

Jian Dan Qin Xin:...

Gentle green:...

Wei Feng·Mang: [Make waves on the bottom line of morality.jpg]

Corgi: [Meow-like cute.jpg]

Jian Dan Qin Xin: I suggest that we collect more information about the Rhino Elephant Art Museum during this time. This is our next destination. No matter what kind of information and clues we collect, we will send it to the group for sharing in time. .

Gentle Green: Okay.

Wei Feng·Mang: [This touches my knowledge blind spot.jpg]

Corgi: [The bewildered hand is slightly OK.jpg]

Mooney: Good.

Ke Xun put down his phone, went to the study, turned on his long-useless computer, and searched the Internet for "Rhino Elephant Art Museum".

The Rhinoceros Art Museum will hold an art exhibition on the day marked on the ticket. That day is the first day of exhibition. The content of the exhibition includes the works of 18 domestic and foreign painters. However, Ke Xun searched through more than a thousand searches. As a result, none of the paintings on display had a more detailed description. At most, it only mentioned that there will be more than 300 works on display in the museum, and named four or five of the most famous works.

Ke Xun casually sent clues that might be useful to the "Jinhualun" group.

Wei Feng·Mang: More than 300 works? We only have ten days, where is enough to study? !

Gentle Green: Moreover, the works on display in the museum do not necessarily include all of the painter’s works. In other words, we are not sure which works of the painter are on display, so we need to study more than just these three hundred works. It is even necessary to consider all the works of these eighteen painters.

Jian Dan Qin Xin: This is a huge project, but still that sentence is better than nothing. It is better to be prepared than not at all.

Corgi: [Everyone stop, listen to me: I'm going to start shame.jpg]

Jian Dan Qin Xin:...

Gentle green:...

Wei Feng·Mang: [Smile gradually freezes.jpg]

Corgi: It doesn't matter if you draw too much. Let's get the electronic version and put it in the mobile phone. What do you think of it?

Mooney: Not to mention that many of the paintings are protected by copyright and have not been circulated on the Internet. As far as I know, some of the works displayed in this exhibition are even the first public exhibition. It is impossible for us to find relevant descriptions and photos in advance.

Corgi: "You are right" V letter red envelope"

Corgi: "You are right" V letter red envelope"

Corgi: "You are right" V letter red envelope"

Corgi: "You are right" V letter red envelope"

...

Jian Dan Qin Xin:...

Gentle green:...

Wei Feng·Mang: Can I get one quietly? oo.

Corgi: [Why don't I play your **** to count your **** tightness.jpg]

Wei Feng·Mang: [Wronged.jpg][Dogzi, you have changed.jpg]

Jiandan Qin Xin: It’s not very good news. I have not been able to contact Mr. Geng and his wife. No one answered the phone calls and no one responded to the V letter. I don’t know what happened.

Mooney: Do they take their children for psychological counseling?

Jian Dan Qin Xin: No, my old classmate who is a psychologist never waited for their family to visit.

Ke Ji: @剑胆秦心, is there any address for the Geng family? Send me, let me see.

Jiandan Qin Xin: Mr. Geng didn't give me an address, he only said to contact me by phone or V letter.

Mooney: Call me and I will ask a friend to check the address.

Corgi: [As expected of the man I am after.jpg]

However, the results of Mu Yiran's enquiry were not good.

The three members of the Geng family have disappeared, and even though their relatives have reported the case, they have not been able to find their whereabouts.

Qin Ci told them about the consequences of not being able to paint, but obviously, this was the final choice of the Geng family.

Time is fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, it is time to enter the next painting.