Paintings of Terror

The way Mu Yiran walked over made everyone feel that he was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, elegant and composed.

"Here." Qin Ci greeted him and pointed to the three newcomers. "At present, three of them have come in, and there are still five people short of them."

"I think we don't have to wait any longer, it's past the stipulated time for painting." Mu Yiran said quietly, "women shouldn't be here."

"What do you mean?" Little White Board hurriedly asked, "I have two classmates. They are with me. They are all girls. They should have entered this painting world, where will they be?"

Mu Yiran glanced at the group of naked men not far away: "These people are all men, I guess the women should be in another place."

"After all, this kind of occasion is not suitable for coexistence of men and women." Wei Dong said with a smile.

Qin Ci nodded: "It's getting dark, I think we should hurry up and go to those people to ask about the situation."

Everyone had no objections and walked towards the group together.

The three newcomers are very young, and their acceptance of weird things is fairly high. Although they are still in a shocked state of not believing the facts at this time, they are also very obedient to follow the trend.

Qin Ci and Mu Yiran walked in front and picked a middle-aged man who looked honestly. Qin Ci asked first, "This big brother, let me ask, what is this place?"

The middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged and rubbing the mud on his body, with his loose belly hanging down and blocking the area of ​​his spicy eyes. This made everyone feel a little better. When he heard this, his face was a little surprised: " You newcomers? This is Niu's Farm."

farm? Everyone glanced at each other. Since it is a farm, why didn't you see the cows and horses?

Qin Ci continued to ask, "Where is the administrator here?"

The middle-aged man’s face was even more surprised: "What are you looking for the administrator? Of course the administrator is staying in the office, and now it’s not time to eat, he will naturally come over to greet us when it is time."

"Then...what are you doing now?" Qin Ci asked again.

"Follow the wind," the middle-aged man laughed amused, "Which farm have you been on before? Didn't let the wind go?"

"Let it go, let it go?" The small white board looked at Qin Ci with anxiety, "Should we not become prisoners?"

"Prisoners shouldn't be naked." The fat man looked disgusted. "It's possible to reform on the farm, but this group doesn't look like they are reforming. Du Nima has bare buttocks, and his eyes are so hot.

The hottest eye is how are you. Wei Dongxindao.

"Excuse me," Mu Yi suddenly said, "How does our farm arrange every day."

The middle-aged man looked at Mu Yiran up and down, and continued to look at him, but he felt that there was a flower in front of him, who was blocking his vision. He raised his eyes and saw that he was a young boy who was not inferior to this person in appearance and figure. He stared at him coldly and couldn't help but smile: "Relax, boy, I have no ill intentions. I just think you are all good breeds. Maybe they will be treated better than us."

Ke Xun raised his eyebrows: "Then please answer the question just now."

The middle-aged man laughed again: “We are no different here and elsewhere. We eat three meals a day on time, let the wind and sun during the day, go back to sleep at night, and don’t run around. Don’t go outside the fence or in the woods. There is no additional danger. But I advise you newcomers to refrain from making troubles and stay honestly at ordinary times, otherwise it will anger the boss, which is not fun."

"Boss? Who is it?" asked the man who was a little over one meter long.

The middle-aged man looked around and looked around, then pointed towards the thickest part of the grass, lowered his voice and said to the crowd: "It's him, Mo Su."

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw that the grass was empty around, and everyone else was staying a few meters away. It seemed that no one dared to approach the center, and the center of the grass was lying reclining. With a very handsome and strong young man.

This man has a wheat-like complexion, sharp eyebrows, and features like eagles. The muscles on his body are firm and prominent, without a trace of excess fat. The limbs are thick and well-proportioned, the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, and there is strength everywhere.

The most striking thing is a kind of leadership exuded from this person's body, which is also very shocking without saying anything.

Ke Xun took a glance and withdrew his gaze, only to find that someone around him was just taking his gaze away from his face. He glanced around, and quickly jumped over when he scanned Mu Yiran.

Qin Ci and Mu Yiran asked the middle-aged a few more questions, but they couldn't ask anything new, and when they first arrived, they would obviously not get more clues about the painting.

Several people got together and communicated in a low voice.

Qin Ci first said: "I think now we can only respond to all changes with the same. What the person said just now, let's try our best to comply with it, and try our best to get together during the rest of the night. Maybe tomorrow... we will know something about it."

The meaning of the words, only a few old members who have been in the painting understand.

The small white board hurriedly said, "Now is the time to go, can you accompany me to find my two classmates? I am a little worried about them, and I don’t have glasses, and I don’t know what to see. Please help. Busy, go find it with me, okay?"

"Okay." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun: "..."

But Mu Yiran said: "It's too late. I walked around just now. This farm is very large, and now the sky is getting dark. If you go to find someone, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back before dark."

"What if I can't come back before dark?" Little White Board asked.

"dead."

The small white board was jolted, but didn't hear how many people answered the word at the same time, and didn't dare to say anything for a while, so she silently shrank herself into a thin strip.

"Take advantage of this effort, let's get to know each other first." Qin Ci introduced the names for several old members.

"My name is Dong Dong," said the burly man, who was about ninety-eight meters tall, pointing to the fat man, "This is my friend, Yuan Yuan. We grew up young, and originally went to the art gallery to shelter from the rain. I don't know why the **** is that way. The evil nature has entered the painting."

Ke Xun and Wei Dong both looked at these two people, but they didn’t find any sympathy...

"My name is Bi Jing. I was going to see the teacher with a few classmates. I made an appointment at the art gallery. There was a classmate who couldn't get there for a while when it rained and was stuck in traffic. We went to the museum and went shopping..." Little Whiteboard was crying. The explanation is very detailed.

He was talking about how unlucky he was, and he heard a whistle sound from a distance. The naked men around got up one after another and walked in the direction where the whistle came from, but no one dared to go. To the front of the person named Mo Su, they were only surrounded by or falling behind him, as if they were all over the moon.

Everyone walked with the crowd, neither too far forward nor too backward, the old members were calm, and the newcomers were still a little shy and nervous.

Ke Xun listened with his ears erected while walking. These naked men were not very quiet. They talked while walking. They were all very comfortable. Most of the topics discussed were what to eat tonight, and some said, "I don’t know when I can Take a bath", some said, "I miss a woman, I can’t control how much I can send", and some said, "Those newcomers look pretty awkward, I don’t know when they will be beaten by the boss." .

Ke Xun felt that the "looks pretty dick" was talking about him. Out of low-key, he simply bowed his head and walked.

"Okay, knowing that you are big, there is no need to appreciate yourself while walking." Wei Dong's dissatisfied voice came from him.

Ke Xun: "..." Suddenly, several lines of sight shot from all directions and cast under him.

"Although you have successfully pleased me," Ke Xun said, "but can you be a low-key person, is it the time to show off your wealth?"

"... God **** show off his wealth," Wei Dong suppressed his voice to the lowest level, and pointed to Mu Yiran, who was walking in the front. "But, if you are attacking on a large or small scale, I think you have lost. Be a beautiful 0."

"Fuck." Ke Xun scolded, "Don't you dare to see where you should be, believe it or not, I will let you live a big man for the rest of your life."

"Fuck you are too vicious," Wei Dong also scolded, "Others are arguing for the brothers, you **** stabs the brothers for the base, human nature! No wonder the ancients said that Bichi is ruthless and **** is unjust. Sincerely don't deceive me."

"...Are you two teasing the poor?" Fatty Yuan Yuan looked over incredulously. "I heard Doctor Qin say that at least one person will die every day in this painting. Is it just to scare us? How can I look at you two? Not afraid?"

"Brother, if you have experienced more than a dozen life and death like us, it is estimated that you will be in the same state as ours," Wei Dong smiled bitterly. "If you get used to it, you will be numb. A little bit, I would rather laugh to death than cry...not cry to death, this is called the bone of character."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but look up and down Wei Dong.

Wei Dong: "It's all men, don't look randomly."

Yuan Yuan: "No matter how you look at it, you don't think this Xiongtai is like a man of vigor.

Wei Dong: "...Okay, buddy, my heart is pretty big, you're going to die, you know, do you want to save some morals and come to the world?"

As he was talking, the top of a row of houses appeared far away.

This piece of grass is not flat, with undulating heights, hills and valleys. Everyone walked up to the heights and saw the whole picture of this row of houses, with red brick walls, gray wall foundations, and a row of iron fence windows. The height of the storey.

However, what attracts the eye is not the row of houses that look like a prison building, but the huge figure standing in front of the row of houses.

The eyes of a few visitors from outside the painting fell on the giant shadow, and then they froze in their steps, and everyone looked astonished.

That giant shadow is a cow.

To be precise, it is an anthropomorphic cow standing with only two hind feet.

It was wearing a pair of dark blue overalls, inside was a big white vest, in his hands... uh, a thick wooden stick was clamped in the front hoof, the other front hoof was akimbo, a huge pair of cows Looking at the naked men walking towards it, the whistle blew once again.

"This...this is..." Wei Dong was about to speak, but when he saw the giant cow taking out the whistle from his mouth, he opened his mouth and called:

"Moo-moo-moo-moo-"

Upon hearing this, the naked men ran up and rushed to the row of prison-like houses.

"I have an absurd idea..." Ke Xun said suddenly.

"What." Mu Yiran turned out to be the one who answered him.

Ke Xun clearly remembered that he was walking a dozen steps behind him, but he didn't notice how he got there.

Looking straight ahead without looking at him, Ke Xun replied stubbornly: "How do I feel that this cow is more like a human, and those of us are more like...animals?"

Mu Yiran's cold voice rang in his ears: "You are right, this farm, we humans, are the one being grazing."