Paintings of Terror

"Men and women, old and young." Mu Yiran said calmly, "It's no different from those above, just standing still without any prompts."

Zhu Haowen didn't make a sound anymore.

"But this may prove that what this research institute studies is related to people." Ke Xun recalled that before he entered the gate of the research institute, he saw a figure in the window who didn't know if it was an illusion. "'s black mouth, just like the other figures seen through the camera in this building.

"If the research is on human beings," Zhu Haowen said, "the equipment in laboratory A and laboratory B seems to be too few, especially in laboratory B, and I have paid special attention to it. There is no blood or blood in the laboratory. Remnants of human internal and external tissues, of course, except for the writing on the wall that seems to be written in blood."

When it came to bloodstains and human tissue, Weidong couldn't help shivering: "So, C and D laboratories have equipment, and it is likely that some abnormal human experiments were carried out? For example, the parts of four people were disassembled to form A new person kind of…”

"I hope not." Zhu Haowen said.

"What is the author's purpose for drawing this painting?" Ke Xun said, "A dark style of painting? Just like some dark comics, it uses blood and violence as gimmicks to attract people."

"If that's the case," Zhu Haowen said, "then this painting obviously won't have any purpose."

"So for a painting without a theme, where will the artist put his signature?" Wei Dong scratched his head, "Generally, it will be in the lower left corner, lower right corner of the painting, or in the blank space next to the central scene or figure."

"The lower left corner, the lower right corner, isn't that equivalent to the location of the basement?" Ke Xun said.

"After talking for a long time, it means nothing," Wei Dong muttered, "there are two laboratories in the lower left corner and the lower right corner. After talking about the four laboratories, I haven't ruled out any of them."

"And it's all just guesswork," Ke Xun said, "We don't know what the meaning of this painting wants to express, and whether the signature is in the lower left and right corners is also a guess. I think this is similar to some of the previous ones. Just like a painting, only after the first night can we get more clues."

Thinking of the unknown horror that was about to come, several people remained silent for a while.

The passage of time seemed both fast and slow in the darkness. After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the silence.

It was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor, causing echoes in the air. It came from outside the experimental area, slowly descended from the stairs, and then walked along the corridor, walking towards this side unhurriedly.

There was not just one sound of the soles of the shoes hitting the ground, but one after another, several times quickly and slowly.

They walked over, and then the sound of opening and closing the door of the laboratory was heard one after another. Accompanied by the "squeaky" sound of pushing and closing the door, the sound of footsteps gradually decreased until the last few footsteps stopped at the laboratory in Area A, which was door-to-door. and outside the laboratory in Area B.

The four people sitting against the wall held their breath for an instant.

The "people" outside want to come in?

After entering, will everyone die?

This is a situation that has never been encountered in the previous paintings - listening to the footsteps just now, it seems that "people" have entered all the rooms!

"Painting" will never destroy those who enter the painting in one fell swoop, as long as it is not the seventh day, there will be no situation where everyone is killed overnight.

So what is the situation now?

Ke Xun's left arm was tightly held by Wei Dong beside him, the strength was so great that he was about to break his bones, Ke Xun didn't move, if this could give Wei Dong a sense of security.

Hearing the sound of the punch card machine at the door, Mu Yiran suddenly whispered: "No matter what happens, don't make a sound."

The other three people didn't make a sound, but he knew that they had heard it, and they were staring at the direction of the door in the dark void, when they felt a sudden warmth in their hands, and they were held by Ke Xun's hand beside him.

Mu Yiran was about to break free, but he heard the door of the laboratory being pushed open, two footsteps came in "tattling", and the door of the laboratory was closed again.

Mu Yiran didn't move any more, he could only let Ke Xun hold his hand, a steady stream of heat came from his palm, dry, warm and full of strength.

Mu Yiran pursed his lips, raised his chin slightly in the darkness, and looked towards a certain empty direction above.

After those footsteps entered the door, they did not turn on the lights, and walked around in the dark, calm and generous, familiar with the way, as if they were doing daily work, so that they created a kind of self-consciousness for the four people by the wall. Blind, and these "people" are actually in the illusion of sunny high-rise offices.

The sound of footsteps was still moving, and there were a few whispers in between. Ke Xun listened desperately, but even though they were in the same room, they still couldn't hear a word at such a close distance.

Next, the sounds in the dark space began to increase, there were metal utensils rubbing and colliding, there was the trembling and groaning of the thin bars of the iron cage, there was the sound of flipping through papers, and some creaked, like small animals tweet.

It seems that in this darkness where no fingers can be seen, a normal, experimental activity is being carried out.

The four people leaning against the wall remained motionless, trying their best to keep their breathing as light as possible, and tried their best to identify the movement in the darkness and the trajectory of "their" behavior.

In this way, maybe half an hour passed, maybe an hour passed, at the moment when midnight fell, in the dark and empty experimental area, there was a sudden sound, the baby's laughter.

giggle.

Ke Xun noticed that Wei Dong shivered.

giggle.

Another sound.

The innocent and cheerful laughter of the little baby was creepy in this situation.

Ke Xun felt a chill rising from the tailbone, and Mao Cencen crawled up the spine, as if a baby's little hand was gently caressing the skin.

He thought he might have trembled too, because the hand that Mu Yiran was forced to hold with him seemed to use a little strength.

Ke Xun retracted his fingers and held him tighter.

Having been born and died side by side so many times, fear has actually gradually become numb. Life and death have become more and more normal. Ke Xun sometimes even feels that the kind of calm waiting when facing death with the person beside him is more meaningful. It is worth recalling.

Footsteps were stepping towards the laughing baby, and various small sounds continued to ring, until a voice said something, and all the movement stopped.

This voice is a bit muffled and ambiguous, so that even though it is overwhelmed by other voices, it is still impossible to tell what it is saying. It is neither a dialect nor a foreign language. If you have to give a definition, it is more like... another languages ​​of the world.

Before the four people by the wall could figure out what language it was, they heard a sharp and piercing metal knocking sound in the darkness. It was crazy smashing with broken cymbals.

This piercing sound filled the entire laboratory in an instant, piercing people's eardrums in all directions, shaking people's hearts, making them feel restless and turbulent. There was no interruption or gap in the middle of the sound, and it just kept ringing. , People can't get a buffer for a second, and the whole head seems to be blown to pieces.

Wei Dong couldn't bear it anymore, he let go of Ke Xun's arm, and desperately covered his ears, the other three did the same thing, Zhu Haowen even covered his ears and put his head between his knees.

But to no avail.

Whether it's hands or knees, all the things covering the ears seem to be non-existent, completely unable to block the intrusion of a single sound, the high-pitched, monotonous, tearing noise without ups and downs, and no gaps pierces the eardrum continuously, shaking people I almost want to burst my blood vessels and go crazy.

The blood vessels on Ke Xun's head were throbbing with pain, and a golden light even flashed in front of his eyes. He gave up covering his ears, and tried to find Weidong, but Weidong had already rolled to a place out of his reach.

Mu Yiran next to him noticed Ke Xun's movements, afraid that he would do something uncontrollable impulsively, and was about to hold him down, but suddenly felt his dry palms covered his hands covering his ears.

Mu Yiran was slightly startled, and wanted to push him away after reacting, but he continued to move, got up and knelt in front of him, pressed his head and upper body into his arms forcefully, using his whole embrace to hold him firmly. Cover his ears tightly.

Mu Yiran never knew that Ke Xun had such great strength, he struggled, but couldn't get rid of him at all.

If I use all my strength, I may be able to break free, but I'm afraid I will disturb those "things" in the darkness.

Mu Yiran sighed inwardly, and had no choice but to let him.

And this, indeed, can play a role.

Strangely, in such a noisy environment, he could still hear Ke Xun's heartbeat.

His head was pressed against his chest by Ke Xun, and he could still hear his heartbeat despite the two hands and the embrace made of arms.

Plop, plop.

Calm and powerful, calm and warm.

Thinking of the frizzy and ignorant him when he first entered painting, he suddenly realized that this guy adapted better than anyone else, and grew faster than anyone else.

It's like the sunny boy in the photo in the closet, who grew up overnight into a person who needs to bear all the pains of the world alone, but is still used to curling up his lips and being independent from the world with a loose appearance of laughing and playing. man.

The ear-piercing metal cracking sound continued to tear the eardrums and brain nerves of the four people. This was a terrifying and extremely painful sound torture. Weidong and Zhu Haowen had already curled up on the ground, desperately Fighting against this crushing sound with all your strength.

Mu Yiran knew that this was sad, but he was surprised that Ke Xun, without anything covering his ears, still covered him motionlessly, and his heartbeat was still the same frequency, calm and powerful.

Mu Yiran remembered that there are so few people in this world who will burst out with terrifying and huge potential when they are in a critical situation.There is no way to cultivate this kind of potential, no way to achieve it through acquired training, and no way to achieve it with the body of an ordinary person.

Therefore, such a person is exceptionally talented, unattainable by ordinary people, and a proud son of heaven.

Ke Xun's strong resistance and endurance at this moment is beyond Mu Yiran's expectation.

This guy seems to become stronger every time he goes through the baptism of "painting", whether it is courage, mind, willpower, endurance, or his... thick skin.

Just when Wei Dong had reached the limit of his endurance, and even began to groan slightly, he suddenly heard a heart-piercing baby cry in the darkness. The destructive effect on the nerves brought by the sound made the four of them feel their whole bodies relax slightly, and they were finally one step away from the verge of going crazy and collapsing.

The baby's cries and metal noises intertwined for a while, and finally ended with the metal sound first. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen collapsed on the ground. Mu Yiran pushed Ke Xun, but found that he suddenly lost all his strength , the whole person fell limply towards the ground, Mu Yi stretched out his arms subconsciously, wrapped his arms around his back, and pulled him into his arms.