Paintings of Terror

Thinking about it afterwards, Ke Xun felt that everything was weird from the moment he went out that day.

First, the teddy from Uncle Li's house in the community, after meeting him on a narrow road, unexpectedly didn't pounce on him as usual and hug his legs fiercely.

Then there is the middle door on the thirteenth floor of the building at the back, the window sash is wide open, and two off-white curtains hang outside the window, which looks like two curtains from downstairs.

When Ke Xun looked up, he vaguely felt that someone was looking at him from the window, but the angle was wrong and he couldn't see clearly.

The whole body of the man was in the shadows, only a gray face was vaguely behind the window sash, motionless, with the black window frame and two gray curtains, it looked like a black and white portrait.

What happened next was even weirder.

For example, he swept a shared bicycle on the side of the street, and the seat fell off as soon as he stepped on his leg. He was only one centimeter away, and he became the first man in history to be given a shared bicycle day.

Another example is that when meeting with Wei Dong at the agreed place, that guy was not usually late.

For another example, before the two of them started surfing, the blue sky, white clouds and clear sky just now were suddenly covered with dark clouds and heavy rain.

"I knew it wouldn't be a good thing to come out with your grandson thief." Ke Xun ran around while hugging his head, looking for shelter from the rain.

"No, I calculated last night, today should be an auspicious day, suitable for traveling, suitable for teasing girls, suitable for renting a house!" Wei Dong couldn't care less about covering his head, he was busy wrapping his cell phone and cigarettes in his coat live.

"You pinched your toes, didn't you pick your feet while eating bananas again?!" Ke Xun was annoyed.

"What can I do? The Wei family inherits athlete's foot. As the great-grandson of the Wei family, I want to carry forward this unique secret skill of stinging feet." Wei Dong said, pointing across the street, "There, the art museum."

Star Art Museum.

This art gallery has been around for a long time. The outer wall is covered with a thick layer of wall-climbing tigers, and the windows are almost invisible. The gate is quite new, as if it has been renovated not long ago. There is a promotional sign at the gate. It says "National Touring Art Exhibition of XX Painter".

How many ordinary people can really understand art?Even on weekends, the guests in the art gallery were lackluster.

Most of them came in to shelter from the rain just like Ke Xun Weidong.

A group of people gathered in the foyer, either watching the rain or playing with their mobile phones, but few people looked at the paintings.

"If you're here, you'll be safe, go in and have a look." Wei Dong couldn't stay idle.

Originally, the two of them made an appointment today and didn't think about what they were going to do, but last night Wei Dong called in a V message: "Is tomorrow going to be a mess?"

Ke Xun: "Waves."

Just ran out.

As two single dogs huddling together to keep warm, the usual arrangement on weekends is to meet at the old place first, and then go wherever they go, flirting with girls and flirting with gays.

Ke Xun has never had any artistic germs on him, not to mention appreciating paintings, even the composition of selfies is distorted and the picture is blurred. Compared with scissors, he can shoot the special effects of the six-fingered piano demon, and even a handsome face can be taken as a plastic surgery failure. like.

In this regard, Wei Dong is a hundred Picasso better than him. At any rate, Wei is also a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, although he ended up working in one of the "Top Ten Most Wanted Professions to Help the Hairline"-art artist, according to the client every day It is required to make a wonderful design drawing that kills art, but at any rate, the original intention has not changed, and the desire to appreciate the paintings of famous masters is still slightly left.

Beating the children on a cloudy day, and being idle is also idle, the two of them shook the rainwater from their bodies and entered the second gate of the art museum.

——Thinking about it afterwards, Ke Xun would rather be idle with hemorrhoids all over his body than take half a step into this art gallery.

The first floor of the Starry Sky Art Museum is where the paintings of that certain artist are exhibited.

On the second floor are some of the museum's own paintings, including the artist's original paintings and imitations.

The two wandered to the second floor, lingering in front of several western body paintings.

"It's still a plump girl who looks comfortable, and must feel very good to the touch." Wei Dong smacked his lips.

"First of all, you have to have a girl." Ke Xun put one hand in his pocket, and walked around watching the flowers.

Wei Dong reluctantly left the painting in front of him, glanced left and right, and then pointed to the front: "There is also an exhibition hall there, do you think it will display pictures of erotic dramas?"

"Brother dei, recall your own life, when did your wish come true." Ke Xun said.

"What the hell are you talking nonsense about? I'll sit on the ground and cry and show you whether you believe it or not." Wei Dong said.

The two walked slowly towards the exhibition hall.

This exhibition hall is not too big, and there are no windows. There are only a few dim lights on. The paintings are hung on the walls. distinguish.

"You're right, it's really a picture of a secret play in the erotic palace," Ke Xun sighed, "It's just that the lights were blown out during the secret show."

As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the exhibition hall flickered a few times and then suddenly went out, and the eyes were suddenly dark.

"...Do you want to cooperate with me like this, and turn off the lights when you say turn off the lights?" Ke Xun's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Then should we also cooperate, who will do the secret play?" Wei Dong teased with great enthusiasm, "You have to be gentle with others later."

"Thank you, I don't want straight men." Ke Xun said as he took out the phone from his pocket, but the screen didn't turn on even after pressing it for a long time.

"Damn gay, you'll die if you do it." Wei Dong's clothes were rattling, as if he was also pulling out his cell phone, "Damn, the chain was dropped at a critical moment, and the battery was fully charged before going out, so it's time to stop eating now .”

Ke Xun: "Wait, did you notice something was wrong?"

Wei Dong: "You put it this way... I didn't find it."

But Ke Xun didn't answer, and the dark exhibition hall suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Special, special quiet, like dead silence.

"That..." Wei Dong's voice was a little unnatural, "Tell me, will this exhibition hall be soundproof?"

A small dilapidated art museum, even the wall crawlers covering the outer wall can't be cleaned up, so can the exhibition hall be fully soundproofed?

Besides, what kind of sound insulation do you need for a museum?Is it the crackling sound that the Erotic Secret Show makes every night?

Wei Dong shuddered, and heard Ke Xun say, "Absolutely not. Before the lights went out, I could still hear someone sneezing outside. Even if there is no one outside now, the empty exhibition hall can amplify all sound effects, and there will be all kinds of noise. Noise came in. But now, there is no sound at all."

Nothing.

how can that be.

Even on a quiet night, in the wild mountain suburbs far away from the city, there will still be the sound of nature ringing subtly.

But now, there is really no sound at all. It is as if people were suddenly locked in a vacuum airtight space, without sound or light.

Things are a little weird.

Silence and darkness are the source of all fear.

"Go outside." Ke Xun's voice sounded calm, and he didn't mention the problem of their phones at the same time.

"Okay." Wei Dong tried his best to relax his tone, pretending he didn't know anything.

It's like as long as you don't tell the truth and don't study it carefully, you can hide it from someone in the dark.

The two walked in the dark for a while, but completely lost their sense of direction.

"It's not right, this exhibition hall is not that big, we should have hit the wall in this way." Ke Xun stopped.

"Damn it, stop talking..." Wei Dong stretched out his hand to grab him as if he was afraid that he would reveal something.

At the tentacles was a cold arm.

"—Damn!" Wei Dong yelled and shook off the arm.

Before continuing, a beam of white light suddenly "snaked" in the darkness.

"...Is this light controlled by voice?" Ke Xun wondered.

"Ke Er..." Wei Dong's trembling voice sounded beside him, "This light... Do you think where it came from?"

Ke Xun didn't speak.

Because he didn't know where the white light came from.

Without a light source, it just appeared in the darkness out of thin air, not very strong, even pale to almost pale.

This beam of white light falls on the wall, and within its range of light, hangs a painting.

Only then did Weidong realize that the cold "arm" he pulled just now turned out to be the metal isolation post placed under the painting, which was used to isolate the distance between the spectators and the painting and prevent anyone from reaching out to touch the painting. .

Annotation boards are placed between the two isolation columns to label and introduce the paintings.

The two subconsciously looked up at the painting.

Like the other paintings seen before the lights were turned off, the picture was dark and blurry, with only a few vague outlines.

What's weird is that the picture of this painting seems to be getting clearer and clearer under the two people's unblinking stares.

It seems that someone is using PS to adjust the resolution and clarity of the picture quality.

More and more clear, more and more magnified.

Huh?enlarge?

Ke Xun blinked suddenly, and the painting seemed to be enlarged infinitely with his closing and opening of his eyes. The scene in the painting seemed to rush towards his face, and an invisible aura was blowing from his whole body. However, the electric shock usually made the hairs all over his body stand on end.

This aura disappeared in all directions behind him in an instant, like a hand unfolding a painting scroll, spreading it far away with the end of the scroll.

Ke Xun looked at the scene in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.

This - where is this? !

--How is this going? !

——The scene in this painting—is so real right in front of you at this moment!

"No...it's not..." Wei Dong's voice trembled beside him, "Really...I must still be dreaming...It must still be last night, I fell asleep when I was tired of digging my feet Yes, I haven't woken up yet, I must not have woken up... Fuck it, Ke Er!——We're going to hell!"

Although Ke Xun was a scumbag when he was a student, he was not so confused that he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. He clearly realized that the place where he and Weidong are now is really not a dream or an illusion.

Really, it's reality.

Looking up, there are dark gray clouds hanging under the dark night, the surrounding fields are open, half-person-high decaying grass is sparsely distributed on the wasteland, the air is filled with the smell of mud and dust, not far ahead There, there is a small village that looks very desolate.

This is exactly what was shown in the painting just now.

As for the other parts of the painting, Ke Xun hadn't had time to look at it—or, in other words, he did it subconsciously and deliberately, and didn't want to, or didn't dare to look at it.

He only remembered that in his peripheral vision just now, he seemed to see something... terrible, something that shouldn't exist in this world.

"...What should we do?" Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun in disbelief.

Ke Xun also turned his face to look at him.

The two looked at each other, and couldn't help but blurted out in surprise: "Fuck!"

I saw that the original clothes on the two of them had changed at some point - at this moment, one of them was wearing a fat and rough white linen trousers and jacket with no discernible style, and the shoes on their feet had also become straw sandals.

"Fuck—give me back Adi!" Wei Dong's anger temporarily surpassed the fear in his heart, "Damn—I'm half a month's salary——"

"Shut up." Ke Xun whispered, trying to take off the clothes that appeared out of nowhere, but found that the inside of the sackcloth was his own body, and he had to be naked if he took it off.

Feeling more and more strange and uncertain, Ke Xun's throat tightened, he gave up undressing, and pulled Wei Dong: "Hurry up and find a way to get out of here."

Wei Dong nodded tremblingly, his eyes flicked around in panic.

Ke Xun looked back, and behind him was also wasteland with decaying grass, extending to a thick black blur, just like the part of the painting with chaotic tones and low pixels.

Ke Xun wasn't sure where he would go if he went back, but his intuition was always accurate—so he didn't think it was a good choice to go back, but it was obviously okay to just stand there and cry with Wei Dong. So he stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Go and have a look in the village."

The author has something to say:

This is a terrifying and infinitely popular story that flirts with Shuaibi while escaping from an adventure~ Well, as the saying goes:

One painting, one world, one flirt, one handsome comparison.