Paintings of Terror

Although the two corpses still maintained their complete human form, upon closer inspection, they discovered that they were cut into pieces of meat like chicken chops by some kind of sharp tool, and they were neatly stacked on the ground. .

The clothes on the two people were completely soaked with blood, and the wrinkles were twisted on the corpses. The soil under them was also soaked in black and red, filled with a strong smell of blood. There were dozens of crows around the corpses. Mu Yiran approached without flying away, looking at it with pitch-black eyes, revealing a dead silence.

Ke Xun turned around, opened his mouth to vomit, scared Wei Dong again buttocks and moved back seven or eight meters: "Fuck you! What did you see?!"

Ke Xun shook his hand and suffocated for a long time before suffocating the nauseating energy back. He took two deep breaths of unpleasant air, and turned back after gritting his teeth.

Mu Yiran was still staring at the corpse, seemingly lost in thought.

Ke Xun bit his scalp and looked at the two corpses again. The two lay there side by side. If you ignore the fact that the body was cut into sections, the posture of the two at death can be said to be quite calm, with their arms neat and tidy. The ground is placed on both sides of the body, the legs are also very straight, and the head is standard with the face up.

Face... Ke Xun glanced at the corpse on the left. The sixteen or seventeen-year-old student girl closed her eyes, her face was covered by blood, and her long soft hair was covered by her body. The mud and blood underneath became a mess, and it was the body of youth that was in bud, which had become a pile of minced meat at this moment.

Ke Xun couldn't imagine what terrible things the girl had experienced before her death. In the process of being slaughtered like a livestock by that irresistible force of terror, how scared and painful she was and wanted to go home.

Ke Xun's hand hanging beside him shook unconsciously, and then he squeezed it into a fist.

"Have you checked?" he asked Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran raised his eyes and glanced at him, then nodded slightly.

Ke Xun stopped talking, walked over and picked up the shovel thrown not far away, and dug up the soil nearby.

Mu Yiran looked at him and did not speak again.

Standing farther away, Wei Dong dared not come over, so he asked Ke Xun in a voice, "What are you doing? Don't mess around!"

Ke Xun just sticks his head to dig the soil and ignores him.

There were more and more crows in the air, and they kept falling. Seeing Mu Yiran standing beside the corpse, a few crows stopped staring at him, but fell straight on the corpse, tearing up the corpse with their sharp beaks. Of minced meat.

Mu Yiran frowned slightly and stepped back.

Ke Xun heard the sound, turned his head and glanced, suddenly anger came from his heart, and he waved his shovel to the crow on the corpse: "Fuck you! Get out!"

However, the number of these crows is really too much. These crows flew away, and the others fell again, and even more and more. Soon the two corpses were covered with crows, and the corpses were almost invisible. They were all densely packed. The crow covered it.

Ke Xun didn't want to touch the corpse, and did a lot of useless work for a long time. Finally, he directly covered the corpse with soil. The crows hid aside, dozens or hundreds of crows rushed to the ground, silently and coldly. Look at him.

"Ke Xun." Mu Yi suddenly called to him in a deep voice, "Stop, don't bury it."

Ke Xun held the shovel tightly and looked up at him: "Let them be eaten by birds?"

"Look at what they are doing." Mu Yiran looked at him coldly.

Ke Xun looked at the group of crows, and met a dark and silent black eye.

"If you bury these two people, I'm afraid you will be the next one to die." Mu Yiran took a warning in his tone, and stepped back again, "put down the shovel and come here."

Ke Xun pressed his lips tightly, dropped the shovel a moment later, and strode towards Mu Yiran: "Have you checked it out? I'm going back."

Mu Yiran looked at him, with an unnoticeable hint in his indifferent tone: "I have nothing to check."

"Tung Tzu, get up and go." Ke Xun immediately turned around and strode out of the wasteland along the road when he came.

When he was still some distance away from the village, Ke Xun saw several other people leaving the village together, heading towards the wasteland. Liu Yufei walked in the forefront and did not say hello when he saw Wei Dong.

Everyone is trying hard to find clues.

Ke Xun calmed down and turned to look at Mu Yiran: "Did you find any clues just now?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him with a calm tone: "Why do you think that I will share the clues I found with you?"

Ke Xun was choked for a while, and Wei Dong was also beside her with his tongue, looking at Mu Yiran's back, who continued to move forward without stopping, "Although there is nothing wrong with it, I still feel a little bit heartbroken..."

Ke Xun looked down and thought, followed quickly, and turned his face to look at Mu Yiran: "That's right, you really have no obligation to share the clues you got with someone who is not too familiar with me. If you tell me it's love, and it's duty if you don't tell me, I can't blame you for hating you. This is an era where everything is paid.

"In this case, let's discuss it from the point of cooperation and mutual benefit. I think that I am still a bit of use value, and I don't want your clues for nothing. You have paid, and I have rewards. How about?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him without wavering, and said coldly, "How do you want to return."

Ke Xunhu pulled the mess on his head and answered earnestly: "My kind of academic scum can't provide mental help, but there should be no problem with physical strength. What do you need to do to run errands? You can leave it to me, you can just take care of your lips, what do you think?"

"Do you think I'm like a person who doesn't work?" Mu Yiran asked him.

"It's not like, I think you're like a commanding boss who is in the midst of talking and laughing," Ke Xun said sincerely. "Big brother, please bring me, recognize my little brother, recognize one, get one free, and earn money. No compensation."

"You are a gift, and your whole family is a gift." Wei Dong said.

"Are your legs thick or his legs thick?" Ke Xun asked.

"Hello, boss, I am a gift." Wei Dong said to Mu Yiran.

Maybe it was shocked by these two people's undisguised behavior that they hugged their thighs in front of their faces, or maybe they had anticipated the prospect of being entangled by these two dudes even if they refused, Mu Yi walked away blankly. After a while, he finally said: "This is the first painting you entered. There are many things that you don’t understand. We people, not as you have seen, have been in peace. So, if you two If I really want to form a group with me, I must first promise me a condition."

"Talk about it." Ke Xun looked at him.

The serious look in his eyes made Mu Yi Ran slightly constricted the indifference on his face, and if the other party didn't want to, he would directly agree, which made him difficult to trust.

So he said calmly: "I need you to keep in mind all the clues we have obtained without my permission. You can't disclose it to anyone other than the three of us. Is there a problem?"

Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun. He knew best when he was born with a child. Such a requirement does not meet his values.

Ke Xun, in the eyes of outsiders, is always casual and even indifferent, but as an iron man who wears a pair of pants with him from a young age to a big one, Wei Dong knows that he is actually quite pure, quite...kind. Although a person has never done bad things since childhood, he has never done good things.

Ke Xun does not care about gains and losses, and has never been a selfish and petty person.

He used his parents’ legacy to open a gym. When I was able to fill my stomach, I didn't forget the buddies and friends around him.

Ke Xun brought those brothers and classmates who had difficulties at home and were starving to death with little money-making skills into the gym. Those who could be coaches were coaches, and those who could not be coaches were hospitality, housekeeping, and financial affairs. Just maintain the equipment, clean up, send out leaflets, and try to ensure their food and clothing.

Therefore, although people like Ke Xun will not take the initiative to rush to help people all over the street, if things come before his eyes, he is not hesitating to be a leader when he can.

But back to the present, all those who enter the world in this painting are not faced with the difficulties of being poor or hungry. Everyone is facing life and death. If you help, you may be able to save one or even A few lives, no help, in this context, it is no different from sending someone to death.

Wei Dong was not sure whether Ke Xun would agree to Mu Yiran's condition. Ke Xun was not the Holy Father, but he was not Satan.

"Can I ask the reason." Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran also looked at Ke Xun.

This guy, who is always violent, can always use the pure gaze in these clear eyes to make him...involuntarily softened.

Mu Yiran lowered his eyes, his voice still cold: "Because, in the painting, it is not only those'things' that can kill you, but also living people."

"You mean, those who enter the painting with us might kill us?" Ke Xun's eyes narrowed, "Why?"

"There is a rule in the painting," Mu Yiran looked at the lifeless village in front of him with cold eyes, "I said before that we only have seven days. If you can't find the author's signature or seal within seven days, all People will die. And during these seven days, every day someone may die because of the strange forces of the world in the painting, but this is not absolutely inevitable.

"In fact, the deaths caused by the forces in the painting are random. Just like last night, you were already in danger, but because of the sudden situation in the main room, you escaped a disaster. This is not the preset power in the painting. The process of determining whether it is unfortunate death or accidental survival is random.

"However, the world in the painting still has an unchangeable and rebellious rule-if one day within seven days, because of the randomness of the world in the painting and luckily no one died, it will be from 8 to 9 in the morning of the next day. Between the dots, all the survivors gathered together and voted for one... to die."