Paintings of Terror

Darkness and silence always make people feel uneasy.

Ke Xun was worried about Wei Dong. After thinking about it, he asked Mu Yiran next to him: "If I go to the wood house now, will there be anything wrong?"

It took a moment for Mu Yiran's voice to sound: "I'm not sure if anything is going on. I only know that the last person who ran around at night died so that only one Tianling Gai was left."

"..." Ke Xun leaned back on the sack, but didn't want to remain silent as before-it felt like waiting for death, so if you don't die in silence, talk about death in silence: "Remember you Say this is the third painting you entered. How did you find the signature or seal for the first two paintings, can you tell me?"

"Not interested." Mu Yiran gave no face.

"...You are too incapable of teamwork," Ke Xun said. "If you have one more helper, you will have more hope. You won't be willing to let me hold you back."

After a while, Mu Yiran spoke again: "There is no pattern, and it is useless to say."

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly felt a warmth in my ears. The boy next to me didn’t realize that they were strangers to each other. He came over naturally, lowered his voice in his ears, and asked seriously: "Then you think this painting is a seal. Where is the seal meeting? Any ideas?"

Mu Yiran frowned, he had never seen such a familiar person.

Sit up and return to him coldly: "If you can keep quiet, you might have ideas soon."

"Then I'll ask one last question," the kid is obviously a cheeky, "If we stay in this room all night and don't go out, is there really no danger?"

Mu Yiran was silent for a while, and saw the kid honestly waiting for his answer, and finally spoke: "It's not necessarily. It is necessary to contact the content of the painting with the current situation. Generally speaking, the most dangerous place is the whole situation. The key points of the painting. Just like a painting, there are places that focus on expression, and there are secondary places that are used as background or used to highlight the key points. If you and I happen to be in the most important place in the painting, then probably, tonight There will be death."

It took a while before Ke Xun's voice sounded: "I think, just look at it right now, the point should not be our granary. The discerning person sees that... the mourning hall."

Mu Yiran's voice was flat: "From the perspective of people's inertial thinking, most people would think that the mourning hall is the focal point of the entire courtyard. But if you look at the picture displayed in the entire painting, perhaps the mourning hall may not be the most prominent. Place. A painting that allows one to see the meaning of the painting at a glance can only be regarded as a "good painting", but it is not necessarily a masterpiece."

"So what you mean is that even if the mourning hall is the focus from the painting, the true intention of the painting does not necessarily lie in the mourning hall. It may be the three old locust trees next to the yard, or it may be "That old man's house, or maybe our granary," Ke Xun thoughtfully, "the real point is to guess based on the intention of the painting, right?"

Mu Yiran let out an "um".

"By the way, what is this picture?" Ke Xun asked.

"You didn't watch it before you came in?" Mu Yiran asked back.

"I was frightened at that time. I can look at it, even when I saw it, I was scared to forget it," Ke Xun said, "I remember it was dark and there was something gray and white in between."

Mu Yiran was silent again. Ke Xun felt that this guy probably despised him in his heart again. After a while, he listened to him: "The name of this painting is called "Funny Things" and it was made by a painter named Li Jinghao. This painter prefers Humanities and customs paintings have traveled around since they were young, using brushes to record different folk customs in different places. This painting is one of them. It is a picture of a remote mountain village doing funerals. The whole painting is gloomy and full of tension. The performance is..."

Speaking of this, he stopped abruptly, when Ke Xun was about to ask, he felt a hand quickly covering his mouth, his palm was dry and cool, and there was a little soap scent.

Ke Xun had reflexively wanted to hide, but when he reacted, he turned his mind and immediately gave up, leaving him to hold him motionless.

The room fell into the audible silence of needle dropping again. Perhaps in the dark, people's five senses would be more acute than usual. Ke Xun vaguely heard a few unusual noises, which came from the courtyard outside the house.

Hold your breath and listen carefully, the voice is more vivid, clicking and peeling, like...paper is ringing.

Ke Xun remembered the paper money and paper ingots hanging outside the main hall.

With such a loud noise, could it be a strong wind blowing outside?

No, that's not right, the voice is moving.

Without hurries, without concealment, little by little, with a rustling paper sound, approaching the granary.

It feels like someone is holding a large piece of crusty paper and dragging it sloppy on the ground.

It's also like someone wearing paper clothes, rubbing their limbs and torso, and walking slowly.

——Paper clothes? ! Paper-paper people? !

Ke Xun was startled, thinking of the pair of colored paper virgins outside the mourning hall.

Someone is moving them?

The firewood room where Wei Dong is located is facing the mourning hall!

Ke Xun took off Mu Yiran's hand and wanted to get up. Suddenly, Mu Yiran stretched out his hand and clamped an arm, and then tried to break free, but he didn't know how he was twisted and twisted, and he was bound to be unable to move. Lean forward and press there.

"Looking for death." Mu Yiran's voice rang faintly, with a bit of chill.

"I..." Ke Xun was about to speak, but a hard knee was stretched over and pressed against his throat, so that he almost choked and couldn't utter a word.

Damn, I'm still a practicing family.

The person who knows current affairs is Junji. Ke Xun stopped struggling, and honestly made people press against him.

The noise outside the house got closer, and Xixicha came to the window of his own house, and then the sound suddenly stopped, and there was no more movement.

Ke Xun subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the window. The window sashes were made of wooden planks and were impervious to light. The room was dark, and it was late at night outside the room, without light. Naturally, he should be out of sight when he looked over.

An eye suddenly appeared in the position of the window sash, as if a crack had been cracked in the darkness, this eye peeked into the room from this crack.

This is not the eye of a living person, or rather the eye of a real person.

It was drawn on paper, with black lines on white paper, and a very simple eye, with an apricot-shaped eye contour, black pupils, and a thin, curved eyebrow above the eye.

Ke Xun was fortunate that Mu Yiran's knees were still at his throat, otherwise the sudden fright was not meant to blurt out.

He didn't know how he could see this eye clearly in such a dark room, there was no light source inside or outside, but this eye was so clearly and distinctly embedded in the gap of the window sash, at this moment Just there looking at him motionless.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Ke Xun held his breath.

This eye is looking at him, and the paper man outside is looking at him.

The Mu Yiran behind him did not make any movements, and the two people and the paper man outside the house stayed in place, falling into a weird stalemate.

This stalemate lasted for a long time, maybe a long time, maybe a short time. Just when Ke Xun felt that his thoughts were about to be numb, the paper man’s eyes suddenly disappeared, and the picture before him fell into the infinite again. In the dark.

Ke Xun was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that a finger was suddenly inserted where the paper man's eyes disappeared. The skin was pale and the nails were black, and the wooden window was scratched with thorns. Then he looked at the strange shape of the finger. It's very square and flat-it's a papery finger!

Damn it-Ke Xun screamed in shock, when did a piece of paper become so rampant? !

Before finishing a thought, that finger suddenly began to force, scratching the window panel vigorously, making a harsh sound. The old wooden board "clicks" and it seems to be about to crack under the scratch.

-It wants to come in! Ke Xun realized this possibility and began to struggle—can't let it in, stop it!

Unexpectedly, Mu Yiran clamped his hands harder, but Ke Xun was already very strong, and it was completely useless under Mu Yiran's hands.

Just as he was about to use his whole body strength to break free, he suddenly felt that Mu suddenly pressed down, and said in a very low voice in his ear: "Don't move! You can't stop it."

... Then you can't just wait for death like this. Ke Xun twisted his neck to make Mu Yiran look at his disapproval eyes, but before he turned his head, Mu Yiran's second sentence was sent into his ears: "Listen, once it comes in, Never move. If it is close, hold your breath unless you want to die."

Ke Xun gave up struggling, and Mu Yiran had two more paintings experience than him. Of course, the higher force value is also one of the important factors. He is still restrained by him at the moment, pressing his **** and lying on the ground, just want to move. Can't move.

Ke Xun tilted his head and simply rested on Mu Yiran's knee next to him.

Mu Yiran: "..."

In the dark, the sound of scraping the wooden window panels continued to sound, and the sound of the sharp paper edge rubbing against the blunt wood made people hear sore teeth and goose bumps.

Zhengqiang tolerated himself, and the seconds were like the middle of the year. He suddenly heard a rustle behind him, followed by a heavy bang—the sacks piled in the corner were probably because the two people were sitting loose just now. , Actually rolled to the ground at this time.

After the resounding, there was a dead silence inside and outside the house. Ke Xun raised his eyes and saw that the finger in the window sash was retracted. The next second, the whole window sash was hit hard, and the sound was shocked, like a hundred times. Jin's big man was throwing a big fist against the window panel.

——BOSS has gone away! The first thought in Ke Xun's mind was these words. He raised his head and wanted to ask Mu Yiran what to do. He only felt that he relaxed his restraint, and his voice came again in a low voice: "Remember what I just said. ,do not move."

Don't move, isn't this just waiting for death? Ke Xun hesitated for a moment, and finally fell over-lying back on Mu Yiran's lap again.

Just believe him once, and give him the order first.

Mu Yiran's body became unnoticeably stiff, and he stretched out his hand to stop Ke Xun pushing away in the air, and slowly retracted it after a while.

The dilapidated wooden window panels finally couldn't help the impact of that force, and flew away with a "clam".

Ke Xun remembered Mu Yiran's words, so he didn't dare to move, so he could only roll his eyes and look up.

At the window, the virgin statue formed by the paper man stood there quietly, with bright facial features with a lifeless smile, staring at the two in the room with a lifeless smile.