Paintings of Terror

Wan Lai's quiet late night, knocking on the door seemed particularly harsh.

Ke Xun felt the knock on the door close to his ear, and even felt that the knock was 411 where he lived.

The knock on the door became louder and louder, accompanied by a crying female voice: "Open the door! Please open the door!"

The voice was a bit familiar, it seemed that it was one of the three long-legged girls. When he thought of being a companion, Ke Xun couldn't lie down a bit, and sat up to see through the window.

Lying next to him, Mu Yiran stretched out his hand to hold Ke Xun, and said in a very low voice, "It was 410."

Sure enough, the knock on the door rang again, and even changed from knocking on the door. The girl outside shouted for help, "Two sisters! There is a problem with this building! I can't live at all! Come out, let's discuss how Get out!"

The slap on the door became louder and louder, and there was despair like death.

But what replied to them was deathly silence.

Ke Xun still wanted to see through the window, but his arm was clamped by Mu Yiran, and the other party's voice came from his ears: "The other party has violated the rules in the painting."

Ke Xun's arm paused. Indeed, they had violated the ban on “no visits allowed after the lights are turned off” that the concierge said. The knock on the door itself was an invitation to visit.

There was a flash of light outside, like the light of a flashlight in a mobile phone. The light glided across the window and dimmed again.

The knock on the door gradually decreased, and there seemed to be a girl crying: "What should I do, is there anyone in this building..."

Another girl's voice said, "It's already 12 o'clock, let's go back to the house, and we will move out tomorrow!"

The figures of the two girls were struck on the curtains by the light of the mobile phone, and the lights flickered, and the figures were messy after being cut by the light.

The two passed by Ke Xun's window, the light gradually faded away, but their voice was very clear in the dark: "Fortunately, we bought candles, and we will light wax tonight."...

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran did not say anything for a long time, Ke Xun still sat on the side of the bed, Mu Yiran still lying down.

At night when you can't see your fingers, you are very sensitive to light-a window on the opposite side suddenly lit up, emitting a warm orange light, and it was 402 where the girls lived.

"One of the three of them is alone." Mu Yiran still maintained a very low tone.

Indeed, there were only two girls who ran over for help just now.

"Perhaps they violated more than one prohibition." Ke Xun lay down again, feeling that the participants in this painting are different from the previous ones, but soon these people will surrender to the rules of the painting—— The so-called self-righteousness will be subdued before death.

Because of the candlelight in the opposite room, this room is no longer so dark. Ke Xun lay on his side and looked at Mu Yiran's angular profile: "Mu Yiran, have you noticed that I live here? Everyone in this apartment calls it Chunsun Dormitory."

The word "Mu" turned into a soft voice in Ke Xun's mouth, and it sounded almost like "Yan Ran".

Mu Yiran directly ignored the fact that he was called "Yiran", and continued on the following topic: "The term dormitory often comes from a certain unit or school collective."

"It stands to reason that the dormitory is an old-fashioned name. In the past, it was called a student dormitory. Now it is called a student dormitory." Ke Xun put his arm on his back. "It seems that the predecessor of Chunsun Apartment was Chunsun Dormitory, so... Chunsun Apartment used to belong to a certain unit collective?"

Mu Yiran also agrees with this point: “The old people in the shade downstairs seem to be very familiar with each other, and it is far from the way of communication in ordinary communities or apartments.”

"You mean, these old people used to be employees of a certain unit? So they were not only neighbors, but also workers before?"

If this is the case, the relationship between the occupants of these unit dormitories is not so simple.

These people can be said to be a group of themselves, and they are inherently xenophobic to those renters from outside.

It's like people in a certain village who are hostile to outsiders.

"There are still many foreigners here, and most of the businessmen downstairs have foreign accents." Mu Yiran's voice came from the pillow clearly. Although the pillow and the pillow are a bit far apart, Ke Xun felt that This distance is warm and comfortable.

"Well, like the fifth sister in the restaurant, and the girl in red at the Wenzhou Hair Salon," Ke Xun's mind came up with the people he had met this evening, and he shuddered in summer, "have you noticed, Today those people have a common feature in their clothes."

Mu Yiran didn't answer immediately. After a while, he said, "We will discuss this topic in the daytime."

Since Ke Xun summarized the characteristics of these people's clothes, he felt full of evil omens. He heard Mu Yiran say this, and felt that it was not great in the middle of the night. Besides, it is now in the painting, and the night is the most dangerous time— —What the two people are saying now may be heard by something else in the corner.

But the more I talked about it, the more I felt that this apartment was indeed full of weirdness. Ke Xun couldn't help but leaned close to Mu Yiran's ear: "When you first came, did you observe this building carefully?"

Mu Yiran's voice was so low that only he himself could hear: "It looks like a gun tower from the outside."

It turned out that it was not only oneself who realized this. If the whole cylindrical building looks like a gun tower from the outside, it means that the pillar body cannot have too many windows, but now the room clearly faces the road. Windows!

Why can't I see these windows from outside? Where are these windows open?

Ke Xun recalled that when he first entered the room, he saw the dark night through the outside window, and seemed to understand a little bit.

Some words are not suitable for speaking through the night.

So Ke Xun yawned: "Go to sleep, I have to get up early to go to the restaurant tomorrow."

"Ok."

Ke Xun turned around and lay down: "Good night?"

"good night."

Although the prelude to sleep was opened with good night, Ke Xun couldn't fall asleep for a while, and the people he saw today echoed in his mind: the girl in the red skirt at the entrance of the hair salon; the retro black body-building pants in the small restaurant. The fifth sister in a white T-shirt has a large red maple leaf printed on the chest of the T-shirt, and a string of text: Pieces of Maple Leaf Love...

Also, the concierge wearing a red hurdle vest, and the neighbor's old lady living in 409, are also wearing red floral undershirts...

It should not be accidental that these people are all wearing dark or light red clothes.

Red clothing is obviously a sign of celebration, but these people are all in red collectively, especially at night, appearing in such a strange apartment building, instead of being festive, it has turned into an inexplicable omen.

The night is still very quiet, it seems that there is no expected danger, or perhaps the danger is hidden too deep, and it has not been revealed for a while.

The girls living on the opposite side of 402 who have already violated the taboo, the candlelight in their window is still on...

Ke Xun fell asleep without knowing it. He actually fell asleep during this sleep. He was still woken up by Mu Yiran the next morning: "Something happened outside."

If something goes wrong, it means dead in the painting.

Ke Xun sat up, feeling that the light in the room was still very dark, the direction of the bright door was bright, and the small window next to it was also bright, but the position of the partial bed seemed to be sunk in darkness.

Ke Xun couldn't help but looked at the big window facing the street. There was no light outside the window. Mu Yiran pulled the curtains open, and there was a black-gray concrete wall standing outside the window, only half an arm away from the window. .

No wonder yesterday that this building was like a gun tower with no windows in sight! Someone turned out to have built a circle of concrete walls on the periphery of the building! The whole building is equivalent to being sealed in a concrete wall. People can only see the world inside, but they can't see or hear the outside.

Such a weird and artificial isolation, I don't know who did it, it will never be the person in this building.

Ke Xun couldn't think too much, got up and Mu stunned out of the house. Standing in the corridor outside the door, he already saw a lot of people onlookers in the courtyard, and two corpses covered by white cloth.

Sha Liu and Qiu Lu were also standing by the railing and looking down. Sha Liu should have also realized that a death event would happen today. There was a deadly calm in his eyes behind the lens, but his body still couldn't help shaking.

Qiu Lu was completely dead on the spot: "This is... what happened?"

"Let's go downstairs and take a look." Mu Yiran took the lead in walking towards the stairs, and all of them followed with a heavy expression.

When a few people came downstairs, almost all the onlookers dispersed, and most of them were from their own team. Everyone's expressions were either frightened or pitiful or sluggish, in short, they were very ugly.

Qin Ci lifted the white cloth and found that the corpse had been burnt to black, as did the other corpse.

Xinmiao, in the long-legged girl trio, had a face like white paper at this time, and she was shaking all over: "I told them that it's dangerous to put wax all night, but they won't listen..."

Qin Ci frowned and asked, "A fire broke out in the room last night?"

"But...could it be." Xin Miao's lips trembled, and the words couldn't make a sentence.

Qiu Lu couldn't help asking: "You live in a room, don't you know if there is a fire?"

Xinmiao shook his head vigorously: "I was asleep last night, and felt a little choked in the middle of the night, and coughed a few times. I thought it was Tina who was smoking... I didn't feel the fire at all... Until morning, I realized that they were already ..."

Xinmiao's eyes widened, and his body was shaking horribly. It seemed that he could no longer recall the scene of this morning-the two scorched corpses sleeping beside him.

The concierge still wore the faded red hurdle vest, and directed a few people to carry the body away, shaking the big key plate in his hand: "Go to Wumei Restaurant for breakfast at eight o'clock."

The door was opened immediately, and the person carrying the body exited the door.

Xinmiao suddenly went crazy, staring and rushing out: "Let me out! You let me out! This is not a place for people! Who dares to stop me! I want to call the police! I want to sue you for illegal detention! "

In the end, several people joined forces to stop him, and Sha Liu's sharp eyes shot through the lens: "You will only die faster if you go out!"

Xinmiao almost twitched in despair: "What's going on? Who can tell me what's going on?!"

Mu Yiran looked at the watch on his wrist: "It's just seven o'clock now, let's go to the death scene to see," he said, keeping his eyes on Xinmiao's face, "You better calm down and remember everything you can remember. Speak up, this may prevent the next tragedy from happening."

Xinmiao's eyes were hollow like a corpse at this time, and his mouth murmured: "I was alive and kicking yesterday, but it became scorched this morning... The room is full of black powder from their corpses... Everywhere..."

Ke Xun looked at Sha Liu: "You stay and persuade her, let's go up first."

Ke Xun still believed in Sha Liu's persuasive power and persuasive power.

Sha Liu nodded and pulled Xinmiao aside: "The reason for this is that they fouled first and knocked on someone else's door after turning off the lights last night. This in itself is a sign of stopping by."

Xinmiao breathed like a dying fish: "Yes, they knocked on the door of 410 last night..." Xinmiao's voice suddenly rose, staring at Saliu, "You lived in 410, right? Why not open the door for them?!"

Sha Liu's expression was cold: "If I open the door, it may be me who is burned to death."

Sha Liu immediately asked, "What about you? What were you doing when they knocked on the door last night?"