Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun and Wei Dong stopped in shock, and stared at Mu Yiran together in disbelief.

Mu Yiran also stopped, and looked back at the two of them deeply: "To put it more directly, the world in the painting does not allow a day when no one dies, but because of the randomness of the development of things in this world, there will often be In this case, the world in the painting mandates that one person must die to fill the vacancy of the previous day's zero death. And the number of dead people will be voted by the surviving personnel."

Ke Xun's mind was still in a blank state caused by the extreme shock of this incident, and he asked in a fluttering voice: "What about after being elected?"

"This person will die within 1 minute in a way that fits the content and style of this painting." Mu Yiran's tone was so calm that it was almost cruel.

Ke Xun knew that this cruelty was just to remind him that the world was far more cruel than he imagined.

What kind of fear does it feel to be voted by everyone to die?

"So what do you think the old man asked us to come to his house at [-] o'clock this morning?" Mu Yiran glanced at him, and his tone was imperceptibly softer, "If no one died last night, then what did we do just now?" The first activity at his house is not to have breakfast, but to vote for candidates, and there will be food after the election."

"...and...fucking food, really human..." Wei Dong cursed with a mournful face.

Ke Xun breathed out, looked up at Mu Yiran: "It's cruel, so you mean, if we form a gang with everyone, it is very likely that we are partners one day, and we will become self-reliant in this form the next day. Massacre? Thinking about it this way, there is really nothing more fucked up than this kind of thing."

Mu Yiran suddenly smiled again, although there was no smile in his eyes: "You are still thinking too naively. If everyone votes for one person to die, who can guarantee that he will not be chosen by the majority?"

"...So?" Ke Xun's eyelids twitched.

"You have to know that human nature is the most difficult subject in the world to understand." Mu Yiran stared at Ke Xun's eyes, "—someone will take the initiative to kill people in advance because they are afraid that they will be selected."

Ke Xun took a deep breath, and spoke after a while: "That is to say, whether it's voting or taking the initiative to kill one-on-one, as long as someone dies, it can be counted as filling the vacancy of zero deaths the previous day. If you kill someone one-on-one before the election, then there won't be another vote that day, right?"

"Yes." Mu Yi replied calmly.

"So, some people will take the initiative to kill a person because they are afraid that they will be voted out by the majority in the election, so that they can avoid the risk of death." Ke Xun finally understood Mu Yiran's intention.

No wonder there was a strange atmosphere among those who were not newbies. Apart from indifference and numbness, there was alienation and mutual defense.

This also means that in this painted world, it is not allowed to have close friendships with other people, and no one can guarantee that when faced with life and death choices, it is an angel or a devil who stands next to the other party and your own humanity.

Mu Yi calmly looked at the person in front of him.

After telling him the rules in the painting, he was quietly watching the changes in the person's expression and mentality.

This person is not the first person to seek cooperation from him, but all the people who wanted to cooperate with him before, after he finished describing the rules in the painting, without exception, chose to guard against, guard, and immediately alienate.

If the person in front of him also made such a choice, Mu Yiran would not feel any anger because of it.

After all, this is human nature.

"I agree to your terms." Mu Yiran heard him say, "Although I'm not very smart, I'm not stupid enough to think of exchanging sincerity with others in this environment."

Mu Yiran continued to look at him calmly, waiting for his next words.

"But I also have something to say first," Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran with clear eyes, "Believe it or not, I can guarantee that I won't betray you, and when it comes time to vote for someone to die, I'm sure I won’t vote for you, but——if it’s a matter of life and death, and I need to choose between you and Dongzi to live and the other to die, I will choose Dongzi to live. I stated this first, and I hope you can I understand, of course, when it comes to life and death, if you choose to save yourself and sacrifice us, I will never blame you. What do you think? If you can’t accept it, just pretend I didn’t say it, and we will go our separate ways.”

Mu Yiran's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded slightly: "I accept."

"Deal." Ke Xun stretched out his hand.

However, Mu Yiran didn't give him a handshake, and walked away in a noble and cool manner.

Ke Xun: "..."

Wei Dong: "Ke Er, you are so kind to me, I really want to hold your thigh and cry, you are worthy of my own baby, from now on my father will be your father, my mother will be your mother, my son will be your son, and my daughter-in-law It's your brother and sister."

Ke Xun: "...Get out, let me help you raise your father, mother, and son. It's a beautiful idea. Why don't you let me help you raise your daughter-in-law?"

Wei Dong: "You fucking sex is male, you like male, I will give you my wife, do you want it?"

Ke Xun: "First of all, you have to have a wife. You haven't taken off your single status yet, so don't think too much about it."

Wei Dong sighed: "You can't think too much about it. I don't know if I can get out alive when I encounter such a mess. What kind of bicycle do I need?"

"Don't be too pessimistic," Ke Xun hugged his shoulders forcefully, "Once people give up hope, that hope will also give up on you. Do you trust my intuition? My intuition is that we will be able to get out."

Wei Dong forced a crying smile on his face: "Where the hell do you have an 'intuitive' feeling... But you are too straight sometimes, you shouldn't have said those words just now, even if You really think my life is more important than his, and you can't tell him, who would be happy to hear it?"

"Don't worry, he won't mind." Ke Xun smiled.

"How do you know?" Wei Dong didn't believe it.

"If a person can give up even his best brother in order to survive, is such a person trustworthy?" Ke Xun said and strode forward.

Walking side by side with Mu Yiran, Ke Xun turned his head to look at him: "We can officially be regarded as a team now, right? Shouldn't you tell us about the clues you got?"

Mu Yiran said indifferently: "It's not a clue, it's just a little bit of my own idea, which still needs to be verified, but the only way to verify it is to continue to wait for death, and the price is too high."

"Don't feel pressured, let's talk about it first, maybe we can help." Ke Xun comforted in a warm voice.

Mu Yiran glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze: "The first thing I wondered was why the five people who died last night died in different ways."

Ke Xun thought for a while: "Because they were killed by different 'things'?"

Mu Yiran sneered slightly: "No matter what 'thing' it is, isn't it all unnatural 'thing'? Why did the three people who guarded the spirit have their eyes gouged out after being frightened to death, while the two who dug the grave were... "

Wei Dong hurriedly covered his ears: "Don't say it, don't say it!"

Ke Xun thought about it again: "Because what we encountered were different kinds of 'things'?"

Mu Yiran said: "Of course this can be used as an explanation, but I am more concerned about the death conditions of these two groups of people, whether their eyes were gouged out, or..."

Wei Dong covered his ears: "Artificial mosaic, artificial mosaic, artificial mosaic..."

Mu Yiran: "...the body still maintains its original outline after death. These two forms of death are very formal, or in other words, have a certain ritual and symbolic character."

Ke Xun: "Having said that, I still don't see how this can inspire us."

Mu Yiran looked at him indifferently: "You said that you are a student of the Department of Physical Education, it seems that you are not lying."

Ke Xun: "...Although you satirized me, I'm not angry."

Mu Yi suddenly closed his eyes, and continued in a cold voice: "If there are hurdles on the running track, shot puts on the turf, mats for high jumps, and bunkers for long jumps in a stadium, then come in at this time. A group of students."

Ke Xun answered the words very cleverly: "Then the teacher will assign these students good projects. Some will run hurdles, some will practice shot put, some will jump high, and some will jump long."

Mu Yiran continued: "So on this field, students performing each project will show different sports states."

Ke Xun suddenly said: "This is just like our current situation. Last night, someone was in charge of keeping watch, someone was in the woodshed, someone was in the granary, and someone was digging graves."

Mu Yiran's eyes were cold and cold: "The eyes of the guards were gouged out, and the grave diggers..." glanced at Weidong, "Death is like a mosaic, just like people running over hurdles, people jumping high, The shot putter is throwing the same."

Ke Xun Weidong: "..."

Mu Yiran: "The key point is that the athlete, the track, the span, the hurdle, and the athlete, the turf, the throw, and the shot put are the four elements in the form of the hurdle and the shot put, namely: character, place, state of motion, Circle the logo of athlete's sport form.

"Evolving into the current situation also requires four elements:

"Characters - five people who died last night;

"Locations—the mourning hall, the wasteland;

"Death (exercise) state--after being frightened to death, both eyes were gouged out and..."

Ke Xun Weidong: "Death becomes a mosaic."

Mu Yiran: "...Then the question is, what is the symbol that defines the form of death (sports) of dead figures (athletes)?"

Ke Xun suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran also looked at him, and said in a calm and calm voice, "If we found the 'shot put' and 'hurdle' in the two deadly rounds last night, maybe the moment when this painting was opened is not far away. .”

What determines the death status of the five people who died last night?

"I already have a guess." Mu Yiran said lightly.