Paintings of Terror

"I took a look today. The soil on the lawn is still soft," Mu Yiran said. "We tried to dig a trench on the edge of the fence and escape from the ditch to the outside."

This proposal made everyone suddenly excited, and there was a light of hope in their eyes.

Mu Yiran looked back at Ke Xun, and saw that he was still in the same posture as he was just now, with his eyelids down, motionless.

The giant cow began to distribute lunch, and all the nuts were let out by the insider-because the leader wanted it, no one dared to grab it.

Everyone ate more nuts in order to dig the soil in the afternoon. What they drank was the water sprayed from the pipe when the giant cow washed the compartment. Yesterday everyone saved it with empty drink bottles.

Ke Xun did not eat, but sat, bent one leg, put his arm on his knee, half of his face buried in his arms.

After eating for a while, Wei Dong realized his strangeness. He was about to ask, but when he saw Mu Yiran approaching, he gave him aside.

Mu Yiran sat next to Ke Xun and said calmly, "Ke Xun, look at me."

Ke Xun tilted his head, resting his head on his arm, and looking at his face with dark eyes.

Mu Yiran felt that at this moment, he was like a baby who had just opened his eyes to see the world. In his black and white eyes, he was puzzled and at a loss for this huge world.

Facing such a face and such a pair of eyes, Mu Yiran did not notice that the lines of his face were inadvertently softening. He just met these eyes and whispered to him: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't let him You go."

"It's okay," Ke Xun said. The sound came from the arms, like a young and fragile child.

Mu Yiran pursed his lips, and his voice became softer and deeper: "Forget those, Ke Xun. Think of this as a painting, as a horrible and **** R-rated movie, you know...the people who died in the painting are in the real world. Not by the same method of death.

"After returning to the real world from the first painting, I went to find the people who died in the painting. Although they were indeed dead at that time, the relatives and friends around them still remember them and confirmed that they were there. There has not been a terrible death process in reality.

"You can think of the way of death in this painting as an exaggerated image. It has only been rendered **** and terrifying. There is no need to substitute for reality, let alone be affected by it. Do you understand, Ke Xun?"

"Understood." Ke Xun said.

Mu Yiran looked at him.

He just understood it verbally. His dark, blank eyes and unwavering face still clearly showed that he was still deep in the purgatory just now.

Mu Yiran finally sighed softly, raised his hand, and landed on the back of Ke Xun’s neck, "rest a while." The hand rested on the natural V-tip of his hair tail, and was fluffy licked on his palm. The slender fingers on the anterior carotid artery were slightly hard, but within two seconds, Ke Xun tilted his body and fell on him.

When Ke Xun woke up, he heard Bi Jing's screams from a distance. He got up and rushed to the fence door to look out, and saw a giant cow in a skirt holding him high in the air.

"What's the matter?" Ke Xun asked the frightened Wei Dong next to him.

"I don't know," Wei Dong shook his head, "The female cow...The cow was brought in by the administrator, as if she was picking people. After a while, he picked Bi Jing and didn't know what to do. It's still during the day, and shouldn't it be eaten again..."

Ke Xun was silent, glanced twice, and left the fence gate.

When I turned around, I saw Mu Yiran looking at him, paused, and smiled: "I'm fine. Thank you."

Mu Yiran didn't speak, but it didn't mean that he didn't see the slight tremor in his hands when he heard Wei Dong say "eat" just now.

Bi Jing was taken away by the cow, and the screams caused only a brief commotion in humans, and soon calmed down, still numbly continuing to eat, drink and play.

The caretaker cattle who had sent away the cows came back and released all the humans out of the farmhouse.

People outside the painting quietly moved to the far fence, and one person took turns to let the wind out, while the others dig trenches.

The lawn here is indeed soft, and five people are working at the same time, and the speed is not slow. In the middle of the afternoon, a shallow ditch enough for one person to lean over and climb out has been dug.

But this is not the perfect time to escape. It will be dinner soon. Every time the steward cow drives the humans back to the farmhouse, they must count the number. If there are six people missing, they will definitely check around. Catch up immediately.

Only after nightfall, when the administrator finishes cleaning the farmhouse and leaves, will he have enough time to escape and run as far as possible.

"What if you will pick someone from our side tonight?" Dong Dong asked worriedly.

"Isn't Bi Jing taken away? Maybe it's him tonight..." Wei Dong felt that what he said was a bit of inhumanity. Although the facts were obvious, he still shut his mouth.

"Even if it is picked from among us," Zhu Haowen obviously has no psychological burden of "benevolence and justice" and "morality", and said straightforwardly, "It is worth sacrificing one and protecting others."

Everyone fell silent.

Although no one wants to be the one who was sacrificed, they have to admit that this is justified.

After dinner, people outside the painting entered a state of emotional tension. If you want to pick someone, it will be within one to two hours after this.

They were waiting silently and nervously at the corner of the wall. Suddenly, they felt a bright white light coming in from the window. Turning their heads and looking around, they saw that the headlights above the lawn outside were lit, and the lights illuminated the large open space in front of the farmhouse. Bright as the day, a few giant cows are coming here with a few giant cows that have never been seen before. The giant cows who have never shown up have a cage on their hooves, and each cage is closed. A human being.

"What is this going to do?" Wei Dong asked in confusion.

No one could answer him, everyone just stared outside silently and vigilantly.

The door of the farmhouse was opened with a crash, and two steward cows walked in and went straight to the cubicle where the outsider was.

"No..." Great fear and despair appeared in Wei Dong's eyes, "It's time to choose someone..."

The strong and distinct body shape, height, and the huge gap in strength make people so sad that the thought of running away can't be born. Everyone can only stand in place in despair and helplessly, waiting for death to come.

The giant cows walked to the door, looked down at the crowd, stretched out one hoof, and picked up the people in the compartment one by one to look and choose. The two cows whispered communication from time to time.

In the end, they selected a total of four people.

Dong Dong, Mo Su, Ke Xun, He, Mu Yiran.

"Keer--" Wei Dong was shocked and distraught, "Why—why are there three people—"

The scream came to an abrupt end here.

Why can't it be three people? "Painting" has never stipulated that three people will not die at the same time in one night.

"Doctor Qin, stun him!" Ke Xun yelled at Qin Ci.

However, until Ke Xun and the others were taken out of the gate of the farmhouse, Qin Ci couldn't make it.

The four people were carried to the open space outside the farmhouse. There were no tables and chairs for hot pot, no sharp knives and wooden barrels. There were only empty ground, a dozen giant cows, and the people in the cages carried on their hooves.

The cows were communicating. Some cows brought something like a lottery, and each cow drew a lottery from it.

After the lottery was illuminated, two of them stood up, and the other cows stepped back, forming a circle, vacating the middle ground.

The two cows put down the cages in their hands, released the people in the cages, and then retreated with the cages and stood outside the court.

The people in the two cages are extremely strong and tall men, with fierce looks and a **** hostility.

The two glared at each other, gritted their teeth fiercely, and turned around and tentatively face to face, then suddenly their bodies violent at the same time, they rushed to each other swiftly, punches and kicks, and a fierce battle turned into a ball. .

"Grass your mother... is this cockfighting?!" Dong Dong finally understood.

He has watched cockfighting videos on the Internet, which is by no means as fun and enjoyable as people think.

It was an extremely cruel, bloody, uncomfortable, abnormal behavior.

In the video a few years ago, he still has fresh memories of the blood-stained death of the defeated rooster.

He didn't understand who came up with this kind of entertainment, and where their psychological pleasure came from.

Of course, this idea just flashed out of his mind. For that video, he only left the word "fuck", and the most comments on that video were nothing but The ridicule of "caking each other".

He doesn't have so many compassionate feelings to sympathize with a chicken, to think about their thoughts and emotions, they are just chickens, birds, and lower animals.

They would not know that roosters that died in battle with pride and dignity are nothing but "cooking chickens" in the eyes of humans.

The two humans fighting in the circle have obvious strengths. One of them had been beaten with blood on his face, and three or four teeth had fallen.

However, he was still struggling to support and fight, as if fighting was the only thing in life, fighting, either died or lived.

As a result, he died, and was beaten to death alive with a punch by a stronger person.

The giants clapped and whistled, and there was a tumult.

The dead were carried down and thrown into the slaughterhouse. The survivors were put back in the cages, and his master "man" fed him food from the cracks of the cage as a reward.

A part of the giant cows took out what seemed to be money, and handed them to the owner of the winning human, ending a round of cockfighting gambling.

The second round soon began, and those who were put on the court were a stronger man than the previous human, and Mo Su from Niu's farm.

Mo Su seemed to be used to such occasions, excitedly and without hesitation, rushed to his opponent: "Man, the consequences of irritating me are very serious. You can't bear it. I will let you **** people. Boy, you will cry and beg me!"

Mo Ji, he was the last human leader of the Niujia Farm, even though he was defeated by Mu Yiran, his strength was strong enough. He is tall, strong, handsome, full of fighting spirit and ambition, deterrence and pride, even Ke Xun dare not despise him.

However, the strong Mo Su was knocked out by the opponent's heavy punch.

The opponent only punched, and the heavy blow hit him on the head, and then he flew upside down, twitched a few times after falling to the ground, and stopped moving.

The giant cows onlookers burst into laughter. The administrators of the Niu's farm seemed a little embarrassed. They weighed the remaining three people in their hands, and seemed to be choosing the one that was enough to fight their opponents, and then their eyes fell on them. The new leader of human beings, Mu Yiran's body.