Paintings of Terror

Everyone calmed down in unison, looking at this person who had a low sense of existence, but no one could ignore him.

The hoarseness in Huang Pi's voice is not a magnetic hoarseness, but the smoked hoarseness unique to old smoking guns. Coupled with the low tone, it sounds like a strange owl.

This person has hardly made a sound since he entered the painting, let alone communicate with others. At this moment, he suddenly spoke, and he was still facing everyone, which made people have to pay special attention.

Seeing everyone looking at him, there was no expression on his yellow-skinned face, and he only looked at Qin Ci with triangular eyes: "Draw lots."

A person who never expresses an opinion suddenly makes an instruction at this time, there must be a reason for it.

Qin Ci thought for a while and didn't object.

It is a matter of time to draw lots to decide the order of numbers, and it doesn't matter if it is sooner or later, if there is a quarrel with Huang Pi because of this, it will cause trouble instead.

So I cut out nine copies with the leftover paper on the table yesterday, and wrote numbers on them.

Pushing the chopstick holder with paper sticks to the middle of the table, Huang Pi reached in and took one, but didn't open it, just threw it on the table casually, and then looked at everyone gloomyly.

After everyone drew their lots, Qin Ci placed the last one left in the tube on the empty seat next to it, representing Zhang Hanrui's lot.

Although she is no different from a vegetable at the moment, she is still alive after all. If she is not allowed to enter the basement tonight, she will definitely die.

As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die. As long as you live, there is still hope... even if this hope is really slim.

Everyone opened the lottery and showed the numbers on their pieces of paper.

The one who drew No. 1 was Li Yaqing, which was equivalent to confirming that she would be in Laboratory A tonight.

Qin Ci was the one who got number 2, followed by Ke Xun, Qi Qiang, Xu Zhen... this time was very unlucky, the last three numbers were Zhu Haowen, Wei Dong, and Mu Yiran.

So it is also confirmed, at least Mu Yiran will be in the D laboratory tonight, the one who performed the frontal lobotomy on Zhang Hanrui, the abnormal laboratory.

Ke Xun looked at him and Weidong, but didn't speak.

The breakfast was given by Qin. They reheated the porridge that Ke Xunduo made yesterday, and the rest of the beans were mixed with it. Everyone barely filled their stomachs.

The death of Cai Xiaoyan and what happened to Zhang Hanrui left everyone in the mood to say unnecessary things. Qin Ci called Zhu Haowen and Wei Dong, went to the archives room and brought all the materials, and everyone sat around the table in the cafeteria and began to flip through the documents. Check the file.

Ke Xun tossed and fell asleep, until someone woke him up in a daze: "Get up, eat something."

Struggling to lift the heavy eyelids, meeting Mu Yiran's face looking down at him, Ke Xun moved the corners of his lips: "It's Ye Gongxin."

...Fuck, my tongue is hard from sleeping.

"What did you say?" Mu Yiran still had no expression on his expressionless face, but his voice was not as cool as usual, it was just calm, and no emotion could be heard.

"Say," Ke Xun wiped his face and sat up straight with difficulty, "You still care about me. What time is it?"

"One o'clock in the afternoon." Mu Yiran put a bowl of porridge in front of him.

"Why are you eating it at this time?" Ke Xun looked at the rice porridge that seemed to be freshly boiled in the bowl, and then smelled a sticky smell.

"Cough," it was Qin Ci who answered the conversation, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "It's the first time I cook porridge, and I didn't control the temperature well, so let's make do with it."

"Yes, Doctor Qin, it's much better than the first time I made porridge." Ke Xun picked up the bowl and drank nearly half of it in one sip.

Qin Ci smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thank you, your words are very effective in comforting me. I think you are very skilled in cooking, which is rare in families with boys. When did you start Learn to cook?"

Ke Xun also laughed: "Doctor Qin, you are still living in the last century, and now only men can cook, and the girls are only responsible for beauty and eating."

"It seems that your father is also cooking at your house?" Qin Ci asked with a smile.

"The old couple used to do it together, but now I do it." Ke Xun didn't explain much, he just finished the porridge in a few mouthfuls, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and asked a few people, "What clues did you find this morning?"

Qin Ci shook his head: "There is no such person as Kang Lai in the employee file of the research institute."

Ke Xun thought for a while: "Where are the files of the test subjects, have you looked for them?"

Zhu Haowen interface: "We did not find the test product file, but we found a few pieces of burnt residual documents in the toilet, and there was half a black and white [-]-inch ID photo on a piece of paper. We suspect that it may be related to the file, because this piece of paper It is obviously the upper right corner of a page, and usually documents such as archival materials are required to paste the ID photo in the upper left corner or upper right corner of the paper."

"Oh? Where is it? Let me take a look." Ke Xun stretched out his hand.

Zhu Haowen looked at his hands, then looked up at his eyes: "The toilet sits on the wall of the pit, if you want to see it, you can take it yourself."

"..." Ke Xun withdrew his hand and stroked his hair.

The toilet in this research institute is a pit like it was many years ago. There is a partition in the middle, and the pit under the feet is connected, like a trench. sewer.

This kind of pit is quite unclean and hygienic, and dirt will accumulate where the water cannot reach it, which is extremely disgusting.

"Who is so talented that he can even find the scraps of paper in the pit?" Ke Xun couldn't help asking.

Wei Dong on the opposite side raised his hand: "The artist's eyes are sharp."

"We suspect that the abandonment of this research institute happened suddenly," Mu Yiran said, "The personnel of the research institute were evacuated in a hurry, and there was no time to take away more important documents, or in other words, it was impossible to bring important documents with them. out of the research institute, so he had no choice but to choose to burn the deadliest thing.

"If all these informal studies of the institute are exposed, not to mention whether the researchers will be punished by law and criticized by public opinion, even the family members of the subjects who have been selected as experimental subjects may not give up easily.

"Thus, for researchers, the most deadly thing is the files of the test objects. If the files are destroyed, the evidence of the harmed objects will be destroyed.

"In addition, the important thing is the experiment log. Among the four experimental areas below, only the D laboratory keeps a part of the experiment log. I guess it was not destroyed in time. We will find the other three laboratories. If there were less than any paper records, they should have been burned like the test product files and thrown into the toilet to be flushed away."

"So it seems that the artist of this painting, Kang Lai, is very likely to be a test product?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran.

"It may also be an outsider who knows everything inside," Zhu Haowen answered, "For example, the person in charge of handling this matter."

"Whether it's a test subject or a handler," Xu Zhen suddenly grabbed her hair, and stared at them in dismay, "We can't get any information about them now, can we?! How else can we find out?" Signature? Are we just going to sit here and die!"

"'Hua' will not create an unsolvable deadlock for us," Mu Yiran said indifferently, "so, there must be a way to find the signature."

"How to find it?!" Xu Zhen yelled, "Could it be that we have to drill into the sewer to collect archive fragments?!"

No one answered her, the room was silent for a moment, and suddenly Qi Qiang thumped the table, gritted his teeth and said: "Look for it! You have to look for the sewer too! You!" Pointing at Xu Zhen, "Go find it!"

Xu Zhen was shocked: "Why do you want me to go?!"

"If you tell you to go, you can go, stop the fucking nonsense, and I will kill you if you get anxious!" Qi Qiang stepped forward and grabbed Xu Zhen by the front with a fierce look on his face, lifted her from the chair, and dragged her We are about to go outside.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Xu Zhen screamed and kicked Qi Qiang desperately, but was slapped by Qi Qiang on the face, and a broken tooth flew out of his mouth.

"Stop." Ke Xun stood up from the chair, stepped in front of Qi Qiang, and looked at him coldly.

"Boy, I warn you, don't get in the way, otherwise the knife in my hand will not have eyes." Qi Qiang said and showed the knife in the other hand.

It was the cafeteria knife, with a narrow blade and pointed tip, and it was extremely sharp. He had discovered it and brought it with him at some point.

As if he didn't see the knife in his hand, Ke Xun just stared coldly into his fierce eyes: "The drain is too small for people to get through, it's useless if you ask her to find it, let her go. "

"She's thin, she can squeeze through, you fucking get out of the way!" Qi Qiang said, waving the knife in his hand, as if to cut Ke Xun's neck.

This is just a threat, the actual point of the knife is still two or three inches away from Ke Xun's skin, Qi Qiang wanted Ke Xun to retreat in fear of difficulties, but unexpectedly this kid did not take the usual way, without even a detour, and got started He held it on his wrist, and then pulled it for some reason, Qi Qiang felt that his wrist no longer belonged to him in an instant, the knife fell from his powerless hand, and the whole hand shook like a fake hanging on the arm.

Ke Xun's movements didn't stop, he stretched out his hand, and knocked on the numb tendon of the elbow of Qi Qiang's arm that was holding Xu Zhen. At the moment when Qi Qiang lost strength, Ke Xun dragged Xu Zhen out of his restraint. broke free.

First pushed Xu Zhen to a safe distance, and then kicked the knife on the ground, Ke Xun looked at Qi Qiang with a frightened face: "Extend your hand, I'll put it on for you."

It was only then that Qi Qiang knew that this kid had dislocated his hand, and he wanted to kill him directly, but he took a look at this kid's physique, he was tall enough without saying a word, he was strong and quick to react, The movements are particularly neat, and when it comes to doing it, I may not have the upper hand, so I have to press it temporarily.

Qin Ci saw the whole process in his eyes, and couldn't help saying: "Xiao Ke's technique is almost as good as a professional bone setter."

"They practice sports. Dislocations, fractures and injuries are common occurrences. After a long period of injury, they become a doctor," Wei Dong answered from the side. "Plus, the beasts in their physical education department fight with other schools all day long. Their attacks are dark and ruthless. Knowing how to cure a dislocation can create a dislocation, and everyone has mastered this trick."

Zhu Haowen silently glanced at the side: "I can't tell that Ke Xun was once a school ruffian."

"Then you misunderstood him," Wei Dong said, "Ke Er never took the initiative to cause trouble, but she couldn't hold back everyone from one school to one department. They kept their heads down all day long and didn't look up to see each other. Other schools came to find trouble. You can't leave your classmates and brothers alone. If he leaves by himself, he usually follows to set up a stage and create momentum around him, unless someone hits him on the head... Sigh."

Wei Dong couldn't help sighing when he said this, but didn't say any more.

Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen didn't ask any more questions.Several people are very clear about the meaning contained in this sigh.

The lives of those normal people have long been far away from them. At this moment, those memories that were considered boring, childish, dull, or meaningless all seem so precious, peaceful and beautiful.