Paintings of Terror

Regarding Xin Beibei’s corpse, Ke Xun has already thought of the reason-only living people can be squeezed out of color. People may stop secreting color after death, or the color may become not fresh enough, so the blue liquid before Xin Beibei will be lost. Taken away, the useless body was left in the bottle.

Zhang Tianwei had been alive until he became as small as a fist.

Xin Beibei had been alive before, and only really died after the separation of her head.

Everyone was very puzzled about the situation on the sixth floor. Wei Dong directly thought it was a bug, but could not explain where the purple liquid came from.

"Purple must have other meanings, but we still can't think of the answer." Shi Zhendong looked at the darkening hall, feeling a little depressed.

Qin Ci looked at Mu Yiran's expression and asked tentatively: "Does Xiao Mu have a clue?"

"I'm just thinking, when'painting' deceives people, is it random or selective." Mu Yiran took advantage of the darkness, and said his thoughts-time is getting tighter, Mu Yiran Yiran didn't want certain conclusions to become an afterthought.

"I think it's selective," said Zhu Haowen. "Especially on the first day, we didn't know that we would be deceived by being alone in the lobby. There should be more than one person having the opportunity to stay alone in the lobby that day-at least There will always be people going through the hall to the bathroom between work, and the process of walking from the work room to the bathroom can be regarded as alone in the hall."

"What is the purpose of painting these people?" Miao Zipei asked.

"If I didn't guess wrong, the person who was bewitched on the first day should be He Yu." Zhu Haowen said.

Shi Zhendong seemed to have thought of something: "Hao Wen meant that the painting was specially designed for people with weaker mental abilities?"

Shi Zhendong also felt that his statement was inaccurate: "Anyway, it is people who have relatively poor psychological defense capabilities and are easily exploited by others." Shi Zhendong's voice became a little low: "A simple girl like Beibei."

Zhu Haowen nodded: "Compared to Zhang Tianwei, He Yu seems to be more explicit and impulsive. Looking back now, his act of rushing into the red room with his hands full of yellow paint should be the use of his impulse. Amplify this point, and eventually become the devil who strangles himself and his roommates."

A few people try not to look at Guo Lixia for fear of what she thought of, but she had to speculate about it in her heart: Although Guo Lixia is not young, she is a man of great temperament, and such a person is easy to be caught. Psychological weakness, that's why I was drawn to exploit the loopholes.

"No matter what, our actions in the future must be like this. We try our best to stay together so as not to be confused by the painting." Qin Ci said.

Everyone nodded. At this time, the room had gradually lost its color, but everyone didn't want to go back to their bedroom.

Mu Yiran's voice resounded in the dim hall: "I am not referring to the choice of paintings for people. In this world, color is as important as the soul."

Ke Xun's thoughts follow Mu Yiran as much as possible: "If this is the case, then the order of color selection is: red, blue..." In the following, Ke Xun did not say that Guo Lixia's color is also blue.

Miao Zipei's voice suddenly raised: "Red and blue add up to purple! The combination of Zhang Tianwei's red liquid and Xin Beibei's blue liquid is exactly purple! The purple you see on the sixth floor should be these two liquids. Mixed liquid!"

When everyone heard this, they suddenly opened up. Qin Ci asked, "But why didn't the clocks and gates change accordingly?"

"Because the final color has not been completed." Mu Yiran's voice was cruel. "The sixth floor should be a place where all colors are concentrated. The purple liquid we see today is about two-fifths of the glass jar. There is capacity for the other three colors."

"I can understand the use of red and blue to make purple, but I mix other colors together..." Before Weidong finished speaking, he heard Ke Er next to him say coldly: "It's black, all colors Mixed together is black."

Ke Xun always remembered the news about three colors in the winter of 2017. At that time, many people's heads were changed to three primary colors, and the intersection of the three colors was the bottomless black.

"Black, black worship, it is the color of the shadow." Mi Wei's voice trembled.

All colors ultimately have only one law, and that is to become black.

When everyone looked at the darkened room, there was an ocean of grief in their hearts, and they couldn't tell who it was for. It seemed to be for themselves or for something else.

"But I don't understand," said Zhu Haowen, "why the third choice overlapped? It stands to reason that the painting should choose a different color than before."

The first time I chose the red He Yu, the second time I chose the blue Xin Beibei, then the third time I should not choose the same blue Guo Lixia.

Mu Yiran: "The painting is also moved by the camera, and it is obvious that its ultimate goal is another person."

Ke Xun instantly understood what Mu Yiran meant. The painting only used Guo Lixia as a springboard. Its target was actually Mi Wei, the yellow Mi Wei.

If you follow this speculation, then the order of red, blue and yellow will come out, so that at least the three primary colors are gathered, and the painting can get the black it wants in advance.

Mu Yiran continued: "If you add purple and green, the effect may be stronger, but there are times when painting is impatient."

A few smart people have understood Mu Yiran's words, and Qin Ci said: "If the shadow gets black, it should have stronger abilities. Now we are still helpless with it, it is hard to imagine the future..."

"So, I can't let her get yellow." It was Mi Wei who was speaking. Because of the darkening of the night, her body had black and white fan-shaped patterns. If it was daytime, you could see these brightly colored goose yellow fan-shaped textures. .

Mi Wei's body has been contaminated with green juice, which means that the boss behind the scenes has failed tonight.

At least this night, the only eligible people were Mi Wei and Guo Lixia. Although everyone was discussing the issue at this time, they all stared at the circle of dots that belonged to Guo Lixia.

"It's getting late, I want to go back to bed." Ke Xun yawned, "Everyone, go back to sleep."

"It's better not to go out tonight tonight. We have already put corresponding containers in each room. When life and death are at stake, don't worry about men and women." Qin Ci said.

Guo Lixia seemed to be a little tired, she stretched her back and lay down in her room.

There was one missing person in the blue room tonight, and Ke Xun simply lay on another bed.

Xin Beibei's figure covered with diamond patterns seems to be vividly visible.

Ke Xun tried his best not to let himself think about Xin Beibei. If he thinks too much, he will naturally recall those extremely unpleasant experiences.

"Team leader, although you were playing dumb riddles just now, I basically understood." Guo Lixia on the opposite bed suddenly spoke.

Ke Xun didn't know what to say for a while.

"You are suspicious of me, suspect that I have been bewitched."

Ke Xun's silence is regarded as a default.

Guo Lixia sighed: "I regret the matter about the little girl Mi Wei today. As far as your analysis just now, I also feel that what I did today is quite wrong."

"That's why we nailed the window, and later they will nail our door to a board from the outside." Ke Xun said.

"Why is it so troublesome? You can just tie me up, just like tying Mi Wei." Guo Lixia's dot pattern is very eye-catching in the black.

"Sister Guo..."

"What I said is true!"

"At present, we are just suspicion, and there is no full affirmation."

"That's why I didn't ask you to contaminate my color. I am also afraid that I will be wronged."

... In the end, under Guo Lixia's strong request, Ke Xun really tied it up, trying to loosen it as much as possible, so that it would not be so much suffering.

The night seemed extremely long, and the huge black shadow did not arrive for a long time.

The night seemed extremely quiet, because the absence of Guo's snoring made the whole night even more desolate.

Guo Lixia couldn’t sleep either, so she simply chatted with Ke Xun in the dark: "Actually, I don’t have any last words. There is no old man in our family, just myself. My son followed his dad abroad, the possibility of coming back. Very young. My life is boring, my mouth is quick and I love to offend people, and I haven’t saved much money in my hands. The house I live in now can be reserved for my son. When I die, the law estimates that I will just give it away. ...The house is now worth a lot of money, and my son will definitely be able to return home for this... He can give me and his grandma to the grave, so I didn't give birth to him to raise him..."

Ke Xun became more uncomfortable as he listened, but he didn't know what language to use to comfort a dying person.

The darkness of a large area came in the voice of Guo Lixia, which made people feel like a galloping train suddenly entered a cave.

The window has been nailed to death, the original gray pane silhouette has now disappeared, and the darkness is pervasive. Ke Xun even smelled the unique smell of the dark shadow again.

Guo Lixia's voice disappeared after the world turned black, and was replaced by a painful and gasping voice.

Ke Xun boldly asked in the dark: "Sister Guo? Sister Guo?!"

Ke Xun once again experienced the sense of powerlessness, as if stepping into the endless black space, with no bottom up, down, left, or right.

Guo Lixia's gasp stopped.

The world was so quiet as if it had died.

Ke Xun suddenly remembered a sentence: Death is like water disappearing in the water.

When the darkness finally left, Ke Xun even thought that the striking wave patterns on his body were an illusion.

This time the darkness was too long, and people almost feared the light.

There are only two gray beds left in the room, and the patterns on Ke Xun's body, and the rest is black.

The dot pattern belonging to Guo Lixia disappeared.

Ke Xun was a little sad, but he still fumbled and came to Guo Lixia's bed. If she could touch Guo Lixia's body that had lost its color, she might be able to regain her breathing through first aid.

Ke Xun never gave up a glimmer of hope, and many opportunities are driven by a glimmer of hope.

The bed on the opposite side was touched by Ke Xun, and the bottom of the bed was also searched by Ke. There was nothing.

Ke Xun crouched and searched every inch of the floor again, no, still no.

Where is Sister Guo? If there should be a corpse like Ye Ning Chenyi, if it is dragged away like Xin Beibei, how did her body pass through the gap of the thin wooden board?