Paintings of Terror

The doors and windows of the main room are tightly closed, making it hard to imagine the situation in the house at this moment. Ke Xun can't take care of the main room, so he strode to the wood room and smashed the door vigorously: "Tung Son! Tung Son! What are you doing How? Dongzi!"

The more I smashed it, the more I was frightened. In this wood house, there was no movement for a long time.

Ke Xun was frightened, throwing away Mu Yiran's arm that appeared to be blocking him, and kicked his foot on the door of the wood house.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed against the wall of the house in the smoke and dust. Ke Xun rushed in and saw Weidong and the little braid Liu Yufei holding an axe in their arms and leaning their heads. Sit down in the pyre in the corner, motionless.

"Dongzi--" Ke Xun screamed, his voice trembling that he didn't even notice.

Wei Dong chirped twice and changed his posture.

Ke Xun: "..."

Falling asleep.

This guy is so big-hearted.

Stepping forward and kicking on Wei Dong’s thigh, Wei Dong opened his eyes and fumbled for the axe in his arms. He fixed his eyes on the axe in his arms. Then he took a breath of relief and said loudly: "What's the matter? What are you doing here? Something happened?"

"Say what?" Ke Xun kicked him again. "Why are you sleeping so badly? I just smashed the house outside and couldn't wake you up."

Wei Dong pulled out a cloth ball from his left and right ears: "What are you talking about?"

"...What are you doing with your ears plugged?" Ke Xun was speechless.

"Fuck me, I'm scared!" Wei Dong stood up with a blue face, "You didn't hear it last night? The screams in that room didn't scare me to pee, and we didn't dare to go out, just listen. The cry was frightening, and he simply blocked his ears. Anyway, it was a death. It would be better to die quietly."

He was talking here, and Liu Yufei woke up next to him, his face looked very bad, his eyes looked at Mu Yiran who was standing at the door: "How many died?"

Mu Yiran shook his head lightly: "I don't know."

"Go and see." Liu Yufei dropped his axe and walked out.

"Hey-are you crazy? There may be something awful in that room, do you want to go see it?" Wei Dong grabbed him.

"What did I tell you last night?" Liu Yufei threw away his hand impatiently. "Even in the world in the painting, the abnormal phenomenon is consistent with the logic of the painting. This painting is made by Chinese folk Certain scenes of events, the "ghosts" in this context usually do not appear in the daytime."

"...It makes sense," Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun thoughtfully, "what do you think?"

"I want to see it too," Ke Xun said.

Most people's fears stem from the unknown. The more you know, the less fear you can probably do.

When I came out of the woodshed, I saw a few people coming out of the east room, their faces were not very attractive, they stood silently in the courtyard, looking at the front hall.

Ke Xun saw that the pancake stall owner was among them. His face was as white as paper, and his legs were trembling. When he walked near him, a bashful smell of urine came from him.

But no one would laugh at him at this time.

A man in his thirties with a mellow voice glanced at everyone and pointed at the door of the room: "Go in and see?"

There were two or three nodding. It was obviously not the first time for these people to enter the world in this painting.

There was a hoarse groan in the throat of the pancake stall owner: "Don't-don't open that door! Are you crazy?! There are ghosts in that door! There are ghosts! You will let them out! Are you going to die?! I don't want to Die! I don't want to die! Ouch—"

Suddenly collapsed, turned his head and rushed out of the yard, disappearing into the gray morning fog.

"...He will be fine, right?" Wei Dong hurried to drag Liu Yufei again.

He had eaten pancakes from the boss’s house several times, and they tasted good and enough. He really couldn’t bear to do anything with the boss.

"What did I tell you last night?!" Liu Yufei shook Wei Dong's hand fiercely, and didn't want to talk to him at all. Following the mellow-voiced man and the few who nodded before, walked to the house.

"What did he tell you last night?" Ke Xun asked Wei Dong.

"Where did I remember, I was scared and forgot." Wei Dong frowned.

"Go in and have a look." Ke Xun pointed to the house.

Ke Xun paused as he passed the pair of paper-bound virgins.

This time it's as if it's okay, they didn't behave like this last night.

Ke Xun quickly glanced at the boy's face. This rough painter's face was no different from the face that was pasted in front of him last night. It was still the smile with crescent eyebrows and red lips, or the dead pair. The stupefying apricot eye.

After passing the pair of paper men, Ke Xun was about to enter the door, but he saw Mu Yiran, who was standing at the door, turned his head and glanced at him: "It's not very beautiful inside, so you can enter after thinking about it."

Ke Xun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Wei Dong next to him: "Do you want to see it?"

Wei Dong shook his head desperately: "Don't look! I'm afraid of nightmares."

Ke Xun twitched his mouth: "Our situation is not much different from a nightmare now. Don't look at the flash."

"Are you going to see it?" Wei Dong was surprised.

Ke Xun nodded: "I have to see, even if I die, I have to die clearly, otherwise I will not be reconciled."

"Then...then or... I'll accompany you in?" Wei Dong looked like he had sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman.

"No need," Ke Xun pushed him away, "there are several people inside, you stay away. Did you get up early to pee?"

Wei Dong: "...no."

Ke Xun: "Go and spread it."

Weidong: "Oh."

Seeing Wei Dong walk a few steps away, Ke Xun turned his head back, catching Mu Yiran's gaze on him.

Seeing that he was about to look away, Ke Xun stepped forward and suddenly smiled: "You stopped me just now and prevented me from entering Dongzi's woodshed for the first time, because I was afraid that I could not accept it when I saw it suddenly. Isn't it irritated? This is probably the so-called cold face?"

Mu Yiran ignored it and stepped into the house. Ke Xun stretched out his arms and patted him on his shoulder, "Thank you."

The end of the words stopped abruptly when he saw the situation in the room.

The main room is indeed the mourning hall of the cessation of spirits. It is covered with mantle banners and paper money ingots. In the middle is white letters on a black background with the big word "Dian" written.

The black-painted coffin is placed in the center of the house. There are joss stick offerings in front of the coffin, two futons in front of the table, and a copper basin for burning paper.

The three people with cloth strips with the word "民" tied around their waists fell in different positions in the room.

The linen robes on the three of them are intact as before, without damage, and no wounds are visible. However, looking at the faces of these three people, the position of the eyes on each of them has become two blood holes, and the dark blood is full of blood. The sullen white face with twisted muscles, the mouth widened to the extreme because of fear or screams, revealing a black throat and a white, bloodshot tooth.

Two or three people blurted out with a low growl because of such a terrible face, and one turned his head and walked out of the front door.

Ke Xun only glanced at it and didn't want to look at it again, but saw that the man in his early thirties walked up to the corpse instead, squatted down and examined it carefully.

Ke Xun focused his attention on the coffin.

Although in the real world, cremation has already been carried out in the city where he lives, he has also seen something like a coffin on TV. He took a sudden look at it and pulled Mu Yiran's arm next to him, lowering his voice. Leaning to his ear: "Look at this coffin-there is no nail."

Mu Yiran's eyelids twitched, and he walked over slowly and quietly, circled around the coffin for a half, and even reached out to touch the coffin from an invisible angle.

Ke Xun looked at him, waited for him to come back, and asked in a low voice, "How is it, what have you found?"

Mu Yiran ignored him.

Ke Xun sighed, "If you don't say anything, I'll go over and lift the coffin board."

"You are looking for death." Mu Yiran looked at him coldly.

"Correct it, it's surviving from death." Ke Xun curled his mouth and raised a smile without a smile. "Passively beaten is to wait for death. This is not my habit. I have to find the answer. If there is no answer, look for it. The problem, find the problem and solve the problem. I don't want to die like these three people. Have you seen them? The clothes on these three people are still neat and there are no signs of passiveness in the room. What does this mean?"

Mu Yiran did not answer, but looked at him lightly.

"It shows that these three people died without fighting back, even basic resistance," Ke Xun's voice fell. "They didn't do anything but screamed. I don't want to die so useless. Even if they kill people. It is a completely irresistible force. I also have to know what this force is before I die. I have to make all the resistance I can make. Even if I can’t escape death in the end, I can be considered worthy of it. This is my life."

Mu Yiran met Ke Xun's direct gaze, and then looked away for a while, and cast his gaze on the man squatting to examine the body, and said in a deep voice: "He is a doctor, wait for his autopsy result first."

Ke Xun didn't say much, and stood by and waited.

It is said to be an autopsy. You can only do a simple examination without tools. The doctor stood up after a long time and glanced at these people in the room, then lowered his eyelids, and the mellow bass sounded slowly: "These three people, It’s frightening to death. The eyes were cut abruptly by a sharp weapon before death. This sharp weapon may be a sharp and narrow dagger, or it may be...hard nails."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone couldn't help but look at the coffin in the room.

"Check the room again," the doctor said calmly.

The crowd did not speak, and silently dispersed, carefully and carefully inspecting every corner of this mourning hall.

After all, I still need to find the signature or seal of the author of this painting. Even if the situation is chilling, I have to bite the bullet and look for it carefully.

Ke Xun pulled down a curtain and covered the faces of the three dead.

Mu Yiran stood by the door, holding his arms in his arms, as if lost in thought.

Ke Xun looked around in the house, and found no signatures or seals. He would go out and saw the virgin boy and girl at the door. Then he stepped back and asked Mu Yiran, "If I use these two goods. The fire burns, what do you say will happen?"