Paintings of Terror

The headband Ke Xun wore on his head was equipped with earphones. Whenever the painful current flowed through his body, countless cold voices would sound from the earphones, with mocking, disgusting and insulting tones, Whisper in his ear densely:

"Dead gay, perverted, disgusting, worse than pigs and dogs, animal, dirty, nasty, shameless, scum, dead gay, filthy, dead gay, bad death, hell, oil pan, burn you, dead gay , What are you doing alive, animal that is against ethics and humanity, dead gay, dead gay, dead gay..."

The horror of the tongue is worse than that of an ax and a machete.

To destroy the body is just pain, and to destroy the spirit and belief is cruel and inhuman torture.

Surrounded by these cold and disgusting voices, all human dignity and beliefs are trampled to nothing, and you will believe more and more that you are really a beast, an extremely dirty thing, unworthy of being human, unworthy With dignity, you are being spurned and humiliated by everything in the world.

If the spat and humiliation were tangible, then Ke Xun would probably be covered with thick phlegm and feces at this moment. He seemed to be stripped to nothing and thrown into the dirtiest dirt, surrounded by people who humiliated him with expressions and eyes. His righteous people.

They laughed at him, pinched their noses and looked at him like a puddle of filth, and they said, "Damn gay, do you know how to repent?"

Ke Xun raised his head from the filth, and raised half of his lips: "Fuck you and repent, I'm gay whether I live or die, and I'm gay even in hell, I won't change if the world changes!"

The data on the display screen was beating crazily, and the electric wires on Ke Xun's body were crazily passing through the electric current. His body shrank painfully under the impact of the electric current again and again, almost breaking his whole body's bones.

Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun, who was drenched in sweat as if he had been fished out of water, and watched his fingers gripping the armrest of the seat, stretched out his hand, and held him tightly.

The number 282 on the screen stayed numbly beside the screen, and Mu Yiran searched all the corners and details that could be found, but he still couldn't find the signature.

Several gray and white figures on the other side, holding surgical tools, slowly surrounded Zhu Haowen. They communicated with each other, as if they were doing ordinary work.

Their voices were indistinct, and no matter how close they were, it was difficult to make out what they were saying.

Mu Yiran's eyelashes moved suddenly, and he moved his finger holding the phone slightly, and tapped the recording button. Then, he turned to the microphone and said in a deep voice, "No. 282, where is Kang Lai's signature?"

After speaking, click stop, then click play.

From the speaker of the mobile phone, a string of indistinct words with his voice came out.

He couldn't understand what this string of languages ​​said, but he understood the number 282 shown on the screen.

No. 282 moved its chapped and gray lips, and made a low and indistinct sound. Mu Yiran kept pressing the record button, and when it finished speaking, he clicked play.

"I'm Kanglai...you want to sign...what are you doing?" The voice of No. 282 in the speaker was gentle but desolate.

"We need your signature before we can leave here." Mu Yiran said.

"Leave here...leave here..." No. 282, Kang Lai, his voice seemed to be full of melancholy and sadness again, "Yes...you should leave here, he should also leave here... unfortunately, unfortunately... I couldn't Take him out of here..."

Mu Yiran once again felt Ke Xun's hand that he was holding, and once again convulsed violently under the electric shock, as if even his bones shrank into a ball, he couldn't help asking in a deep voice: "Kanglai, what are you doing?" Where is your signature?"

"I... can... write to you now..." Kang Lai said gently.

He stretched out his thin gray fingers, and tapped on Mu Yiran's chest.

"Write to him first." Mu Yiran pointed to Ke Xun beside him.

"I... I'm not in a hurry..." Ke Xun's extremely weak voice trembled uncontrollably, "Hao... Haowen'er... urgent..."

The sharp cone used for surgery had already been inserted into Zhu Haowen's eye socket.

"Please help." Mu Yiran pointed to Zhu Haowen.

Kang Lai turned around and walked towards Zhu Haowen gently. His fingers pointed at Zhu Haowen's chest, and he wrote the word "Kang Lai" on his body.

A faint light shone around Zhu Haowen's body, and a picture frame vaguely appeared in the light, and Zhu Haowen's body disappeared into the picture frame in this light.

Kang Lai came back and looked at Mu Yiran: "Who else do you want to save?"

It was Ke Xun who started the conversation: "Yiran...ask him...if he can go to...other laboratories..."

Mu Yiran understood his meaning in seconds, and looked at Kang Lai: "Can you please help me, go to the other three laboratories and rescue all our companions."

Kang Lai's dark eyes looked at Mu Yiran dully, and asked him: "You and him...are lovers...relationship?"

This "he" refers to Ke Xun.

Ke Xun's neck and head were imprisoned by the skin lock, and he couldn't raise his head to see Mu Yiran's expression and movements. His ears were also filled with vicious voices from the earphones, so he couldn't hear clearly, or heard whether Mu Yiran answered or not.

At the end, he only heard Kang Lai's "translated" voice on the phone, sad and gentle, with a slight smile: "He...is very... like... my lover... as stubborn... Willful... and... affectionate... I hope you two... cherish..."

Ke Xun lost consciousness in the dim light.

A low voice faintly came into the ears, like the cool wind of early autumn, blowing over clearly and deeply.

Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.

Mu Yiran sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, lowered his eyes and whispered on his cell phone, the bright light outside the window shone heavily on his body, making his fair skin and the snow-white shirt on his upper body reflect softly and brightly .

His hair was still a little damp, as if he had just taken a bath, and his eyes and lips were more vivid and picturesque with the moisture from the bath.

Ke Xun licked his chapped lips, his throat was dry and sore.

But he didn't make a sound, just continued to lie on his side like this, looking at Mu Yiran without blinking.

"...Well, I received the email," Mu Yiran continued to talk on the phone in a low voice, his gaze fell on the glass coffee table in front of him, where there was a glass of white water, which was filled in a transparent cup, refracted in the sunlight. Lin Zhiguang, "...Please help me complete the relevant procedures. I will take the plane tomorrow, and I will personally handle the follow-up grave removal and other related matters...Yes, um, okay, that's it, goodbye."

Mu Yiran hung up the phone, turned his gaze, and met Ke Xun who was lying on the bed.

"You have to be responsible to others." Ke Xun said hoarsely, but it didn't prevent him from committing a crime. He wrapped himself tightly with the sheets on his body, making a pitiful appearance that had been ravaged by gentle animals.

The gentle beast picked up the water glass in front of him, got up and walked over, stood by the bed, unbuttoned two buttons at the collar of his shirt, with lust in his abstinence, Ke Xun wished he could pull a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then put The man curled up on the bed.

"Get up and drink water." Mu Yiran looked at him expressionlessly, taking what he just said as farting.

Ke Xun obediently sat up and took the cup, "Are the others okay?" He gulped water while asking, but it was just a question for nothing, the others must be fine, otherwise Mu Yiran wouldn't be sitting here so peacefully Called and kindly fed him water.

"Yeah." Mu Yiran took back Ke Xun's empty cup, "Do you still drink?"

"Drink." Ke Xun happily sat on the bed and looked up at him, his eyes sparkling.

"Get up and pour it yourself." Mu Yiran ruthlessly turned and left.

"..." Ke Xun fell back on the bed, turned over with the sheets in his arms, buried half of his face in the pillow, and looked at Mu Yiran who was sitting back on the sofa with half of his face. He saw his phone vibrating non-stop. The call was still a message, and he sighed and asked him: "Do you never rest all year round? You are busy with business before entering the painting, and busy with business after leaving the painting. If you dare to enter the painting and experience life and death, it is just a matter of chance for you." ?”

"Otherwise." Mu Yiran flicked on the phone, moving his slender fingers on the screen.

Ke Xun scratched his head, thinking about it too.

Taking painting as the top priority in adult life, should life continue?

Unless you are not fighting against "painting" to the end, as long as you live a day, you have to manage your life well. If your real life is ruined because of "painting", then why are you still alive?

Ke Xun got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

This hotel was booked by Mu Yiran. Ke Xun’s luggage was not here, and his clothes were already drenched with sweat, so he didn’t have clean clothes to change after washing, so he had to come out with a bath towel around his waist and ask Looking at his big brother Mu with a gloomy face: "Don't be nervous, I didn't intend to seduce you. I just want to ask, can you borrow my clothes first?"

Mr. Mu probably went through a very intense battle between heaven and man in his mind, and finally stood up with a sullen face, and took out a pair of trousers and a shirt from his luggage.

"Don't you want to borrow a pair of underwear?" Ke Xun frantically tried on the edge of danger, "I don't despise you."

"Get dressed and get out." The boss tried his best to hold back on the edge of wanting to explode the dog's head, and said in a cold voice.

Ke Xun sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his trousers: "I've never tried such a coquettish operation, wearing trousers without underwear."

Buttoning up his shirt, Ke Xun straightened his clothes, looked down at himself: "...Why don't you lend me a suit jacket to cover the protruding parts?"

Mu Yiran stared at him coldly, his eyes fell on this person, but he paused slightly.

A person who is accustomed to wearing a casual and lazy style suddenly changes into a noble and elegant style. Such a contrast is very visually impactful.

Especially people like Ke Xun.

Without the loose rendering of casual trousers with fat tubes and hanging crotch, they are wrapped and outlined by straight and stylish trousers. A pair of slender, straight and muscular legs are perfectly presented in front of your eyes. The defined clothing is lightly covered, but it is very sexy.And that flat and crisp shirt set off his tight and powerful waist and straight shoulders, making him look handsome and powerful, with infinite tension.

The whole person seems to have been changed, a little less carefree, a little more handsome and... arrogance.

"It's a bit stuck." Ke Xun, who was not used to wearing formal clothes, sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his crotch. The messy strands of hair on the top of his head fully showed his "unpleasant" mood.

After Mu Yiran answered two more phone calls, Ke Xun walked over, sat on the opposite sofa, picked up the refilled cup he had just used, looked at him, and asked, "Where is that?" Conley, what's going on?"