Paintings of Terror

"When the night comes, all you have is death." The man in the colorful robe finally spoke his first words.

"As long as the death conditions are not violated, we still have four nights." Mu Yiran replied coldly.

Weidong's voice came from a distance: "Boss Mu, both of us are purple, if we contribute the colors together, will we also become a condensed version of the villain..." - Weidong The voice was distant and miserable.

"All the colors are just symbols," Mu Yiran stared at the shadowless person in front of him, "We donate a few drops of blood, only a few drops."

The man sneered for a while: "I can take all of you at will."

"What will happen if you are separated from your shadow for too long?" Mu Yiran asked suddenly.

The person's face was ugly, even a little angry.

The four members exchanged short glances with each other, maybe because of these few paintings, everyone has a rare tacit understanding.

"We have many ways to destroy the mirror house." Qin Ci said this sentence with the rigor of a doctor, but it has a scientific convincing force, "At least it can make people who look in the mirror invisible. image."

"We also have many ways to destroy the glass jar on the sixth floor of the circular building." Zhu Haowen showed a serious expression rarely seen in a game player in a century, "At least it can make people unable to open the lid on it."

"Our patience is limited, and we don't want to spend another night here, or even an extra hour." Ke Xun was completely a bad-tempered street fighter this time.

After the three of them came together, Mu Yiran developed his cold and non-speaking style that he is good at.

Wei Dong's voice came from a distance: "Let's do it, let's shed a few drops of blood, you can get me an autograph, we can win together~"

Weidong is completely in the tone of a small businessman who buys and sells by force.

The man seemed to be thinking about this seemingly overbearing proposal.

However, Zhu Haowen secretly looked at the green patterned clothes on his body. The only color missing from this man's body now, besides purple, was green.

I don't know what happened to Shi Zhendong who was bewitched, he, like himself, belongs to green.

It was nearly noon at this time, and the entire maze showed a kind of sparkling vitality, and the entire castle also glowed with bright and charming colors.

Shi Zhendong was angrily pacing around the room nailed up by wooden strips. The members never came back after they left. Maybe they had found the autograph, or maybe they were in danger.

If these people really found the signatures, Shi Zhendong didn't believe that they would abandon him. He was only bewitched by the painting, but he was still alive. As long as he walked out of the painting with everyone, he would die.

If they abandoned themselves, it would be tantamount to killing themselves.

Shi Zhendong calmed down for a moment, and put himself in the shoes of Ke Xun and others, how would he deal with "Shi Zhendong" if he were in the position of Ke Xun and others?They will definitely find a way to stay away from themselves, for fear of being deceived again; but after they find the signature, it is impossible for them to abandon themselves—is there any way to have both.

After Shi Zhendong figured this out, he began to search in the room. These people must have left a way out for him.

Sure enough, Shi Zhendong found an ax in the gap between the furniture and the wall. The ax was rusted and he was not very comfortable to use. It would take several hours to cut the wood of the door or window. Time - during this period of time, if Ke Xun and the others fail and return, they will find a way to shackle themselves again; if during this period of time, those people find the signature as scheduled, they can go out before dark, just one step behind those people

Thinking of this, Shi Zhendong picked up a rusty ax and chopped at the wooden slats on the window...

In the maze at this moment, a shadowless person wearing a loose robe walked towards the person closest to him—Zhu Haowen, expressionlessly.

Zhu Haowen took a deep breath, feeling that his partners were slowly surrounding him from all directions, and he gradually gained some confidence in his heart.

And the pattern on the person in front of him suddenly changed: in the pattern of red, yellow, blue, purple and orange, long green lines suddenly appeared. The change was caught off guard, causing Zhu Haowen to shiver involuntarily.

These green lines belong to Shi Zhendong's pattern.

And the purple pattern on this person's body came from the few drops of blood donated by Mu Yiran and Weidong just now.

All eyes were focused on these green lines, and the man said with a blank expression: "Your partner couldn't get rid of the demons in the end - I have made too many deals with him, he is already a part of the painting, and he can't leave. "

I didn't expect this person to attack Shi Zhendong now. Does this mean that everyone is not far from painting?

None of the members made a sound, quietly watching the man walk towards the wall of green plants, groping among the plants with his slender hands, and then opened an invisible door.

The man walked into the door with a depressed back.

When everyone caught up, the door was automatically closed.

Everyone removed the plants covering the door one after another, and gradually restored the true appearance of this ancient wooden door.

On the mottled wooden door, there are two clear letters, the letters are dark and full - RR.

The handwriting is very casual and very artistic, just like the reflection of the signature I saw in the mirror room just now, each R is slightly inclined to the lower right.

As for whether the man who had left finally defeated his demons, no one could tell.

Wearing colorful clothes, the words written are as black as Tongzhou caves.

The signature on the door radiated blinding light, and a huge picture frame appeared in front of everyone.

Even though they guessed the result, everyone still felt incredible when facing the picture frame.

It is the first time to paint with a calm posture, and the five familiar companions are still there. It should be secretly happy, but it is also sad.

The five men walked through the darkness and saw the light again, but they didn't find it dazzling. Compared with the painting, the color of the real world looks gray and monotonous.

The painting in front of me is composed of many bright colors, which seem to be irregular, but those various patterns such as circular rhombus lines have extraordinary meanings to several people.

The composition of these patterns is like a labyrinth, and the author's signature is rarely signed in the center of the picture, and the initials of Rong Rang's signature are written in black letters: RR.

At the moment, there are only five members in this exhibition hall, and the walls are literally filled with colorful Fauvist paintings.

"Let's go." Qin Ci reminded.

Everyone walked out of the exhibition hall silently, and just opened the door but saw a huge oil painting head-on.

The oil paint on the oil painting was still wet, and none of the five men were spared from being stained with color.

Wei Dong looked at the horrific T-shirt, but he had a look of emotion for the rest of his life: "Emma, ​​I was scared to death just now, I thought I was going to be in the painting again!"

Soon a volunteer came out from behind the oil painting: "I'm so sorry, I saw that there was no one in the exhibition hall just now, so I just pushed the work in!"

It was Ye Ningchenyi who spoke, and Miao Zipei was standing beside her.

Both of them expressed their infinite apologies and insisted on compensating them for their clothes, but Ke Xun and the others resolutely declined.

As soon as Ye Ningchen was about to say something, he suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "Miwei has fainted! Call an ambulance!"

When the two heard this, they hurried over to have a look.

Only then did Ke Xun and the others leave the exhibition hall, went to the bathroom to wash off the oil paint on their arms and face, and left the art museum each wearing a variety of colors.

"How long will Mi Wei and the others stay in this world?" Zhu Haowen asked.

"A week at most, at least, immediately." Qin Ci replied, touched his pants pocket by the way, and found that there was already a ticket there, "Next stop, Fangbox Art Museum."

The world in front of them has passed along with the last painting, and everyone is unwilling to say a few more words to the person in the previous painting. No matter what, they have to say goodbye—there are too many partings between life and death, but they can't make people completely numb.

"Let's change our clothes first, this outfit is too eye-catching." Wei Dong looked at the colorful people, "Those pedestrians thought we were doing body art."

This university art gallery is just located on a youth street behind the university, and there are small shops selling clothes on the street.

So, several people walked into a shop selling casual clothes.

The store is small, with all kinds of T-shirts hanging on the walls. The printing style is too sharp and too sharp, which looks a bit old-fashioned-the big hand with the middle finger raised in bright pink; the mustard green banshee with six pairs of breastfeeding tools; Huge feet with many colored ointments on the soles of the feet...

The other wall is full of cuteness, with various fruits and food printed on T-shirts.

"Let me have a banana." Ke Xun directly chose a banana print, and took off a pineapple print at the same time, "Of course, you can get this one."

In addition to the whole pineapple, the pineapple pattern also has pineapple rings cut into slices and dug out the heart. Mu Yiran frowned, and directly chose another one, which had a few thick and strong sugarcane printed on it.

"..."

Zhu Haowen chose a few bright green and bright red watermelons and printed them on a creamy yellow T-shirt, which has an inexplicable small town style of the 80s.

Qin Ci chose the most unremarkable white T-shirt with a few green olives on it.

"This is the one for me, I love Mai Lisu!" Wei Dong immediately put on a new T-shirt, which was sky blue in color and covered with chocolate-colored balls, exposing the snow-white flesh inside.

Zhu Haowen looked at it: "You are not Mai Lisu."

"I'm coconut! Coco is cocoa, and nut is nuts~" Weidong sometimes really admires his translation and comprehension ability, "This is a kind of Mai Lisu that contains nuts~"

Zhu Haowen wanted to say something, but he still swallowed it. Mai Lisu is just Mai Lisu, it has been painted and painted so many times, and it doesn't matter what coconut or Mai Lisu is.

As a result, five big men collectively wore fruit T-shirts and walked on the street, with an indescribable contrast.

"Are you going back to City S directly? I will accompany you." It was Zhu Haowen who spoke, "My cousin is getting married in two days, and he will be in City S."

"Hey, it's lively this time." Before Wei Dong finished speaking, he heard Qin Ci also say, "I happen to have a week-long medical exchange meeting in S city."

Ke Xun, who was wearing a banana T-shirt, tilted his head to look at Mu Yiran, who was wearing a sugarcane T-shirt: "What's the matter, the five of us gathered in my place? Let's celebrate the rest of our lives?"

Mu Yiran didn't have a cold face this time, wearing a fruit T-shirt and still facing the wind, almost wearing sugar cane like purple bamboo: "I don't have time these two days, I have to arrange a time."

Qin Ci smiled and said, "Then we'll just wait for your arrangement. After living and dying together for so long, it's a bit unreasonable that we haven't sat down and had a meal outside together."

"Yes, yes, let's not go to the restaurant, but to Ke Er's house! Let him fix a table for us!" Wei Dong looked like a host.

"Yes, they all recognize the door!" Ke Xun also laughed.