Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun realized that his body was getting weirder and weirder, so he reached out and touched his tailbone: "The tail hasn't grown yet, I still have help, meow!"

"..." Mu Yiran put his hand on the back of Ke Xun's hand, trying to comfort him first, but Ke Xun pulled his hand away, and then put his hand on his back.

Mu Yiran: "..." Well, the cat's paw must be on top.

"Ran meow, do you think I will gradually become unable to understand human speech? Then grow hair and tail like a real cat, only for the little female cat...or the little male cat Interested meow?" Ke Xun squatted beside him worriedly, with the tips of cat ears drooping on his head.

"Maybe." Mu Yiran didn't want to give him too much expectation, "It seems that our time will be very tight, and this painting may be different from any previous painting, and its way of killing may not be the end life, but... kills our 'real world human' attributes."

"Meow, it's as ruthless as killing someone!" Ke Xun said angrily, with the tips of his ears turned back into airplane ears, "but I'm the only one among us who chose cat ears, besides those who choose rabbit ears and dragon horns Except for those two, does it mean that other people have other ways to kill human attributes?"

"Yes." Mu Yiran's answer without any hesitation, was so decisive that Ke Xun immediately became suspicious.

"Ye Ran," Ke Xun stared at him, "Did you get tricked too? Is there something wrong with me? Tell me meow! Meow meow!"

Mu Yiran was so "meowed" by him that he suddenly smiled shallowly, and Ke Xun looked confused: "You...why are you laughing?"

"Sorry," Mu Yiran regained his calm expression, "I'm a little bit, I can't help but laugh."

Ke Xun: "..."

Mu Yiran slightly bent a slender leg, and answered Ke Xun's series of questioning just now: "I was indeed tricked, but I'm not sure if it's related to the fruit I swallowed, and I need more clues to prove it." .”

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Ke Xun pressed.

Mu Yiran stretched out his hand and gently pinched the back of his neck: "Let's not talk about it for now, lest you get angry."

Ke Xun: "..."

Ke Xun can't blow up his hair even if he wants to, the back of his neck is the cat's death spot, he is pinched by the boss so that his bones are so weak that he can't move, and even his thoughts are very scattered, making it difficult to organize.

Wei Dong withdrew his gaze from the opposite side, turned his face and whispered to Zhu Haowen who was beside him: "Yes, it seems that the two of you are completely married, do you think I will call the boss sister-in-law or brother-in-law from now on?"

"If you have time to think about this, why not use your brain to find clues." Zhu Haowen said coldly.

"The brains of our artists are used to think about creativity and composition. Isn't it used to find the eggs in the paintings..." Wei Dong sighed, took out the prop brush he got, and flicked it with his hand The tip of the brush has snow-white hair. "There is only a brush without paint. What is the difference between this brush and a waste one? Even if you give me another box of ink, I can show you my ink painting skills, at least a small one." It’s okay to eat rice with chicken.”

While talking, he took the dry pen and twirled it twice on his finger, and then he let out a snort: "Why do I feel that my hands have become ugly?"

Zhu Haowen didn't want to talk to him anymore, when the time came, this bastard still cared about whether his hands were pretty or not.

However, Wei Dong seemed to regard this discovery as a big event, jumped up and rushed to Ke Xun who was opposite: "Ke Er! Look, look! Look at my hand! Did you find anything?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand in front of Ke Xun, who was slapped away by Ke Xun.

Wei Dong: "..."

Ke Xun: "Cough... I'm sorry, I don't know why, I subconsciously took a picture... Come on, reach out and let me see your slender hand."

No wonder Weidong is so sensitive to his hands. After all, he is engaged in an industry that relies on his hands for food. Whether he is holding a paintbrush or a mouse, his hands are dangling under his nose most of the time every day. It can be said that Weidong The most familiar body part.

Ke Xun looked at Wei Dong's hand for a while, and thought about it: "It seems that there has been a little change, a little... swollen?"

"Really!" Wei Dong rubbed his hands, "What's the situation? Could it be that the environment is not acclimatized after entering the painting?"

"Ask Brother Qin." Ke Xun said.

Wei Dong hurriedly ran to Qin Ci again: "Brother Qin, brother Qin, what's going on with me? Why is my hand swollen?"

Qin Ci took his hand, looked at it, squeezed it, and then asked him: "Are only hands like this? What about feet?"

Wei Dong hurriedly took off his shoes and socks, raised his feet and took a closer look, and was shocked: "The feet are also swollen! What's the matter!"

Qin Ci pinched his feet again, and frowned slightly: "It's not edema, and it doesn't have any pathological features. If I have to describe it, it's like you suddenly gained a lot of weight in a short period of time, and it's not Puffy, the flesh under the skin is very dense."

"Fat...?" Wei Dong looked confused, "Why did I suddenly become fat? Nima—others say that I get fat just by drinking saliva, so I can get fat just by taking a breath?"

"Is this the effect this 'painting' has on you?" Ke Xun's voice suddenly sounded behind him, startling Wei Dong.

"When did you stand behind me? Why did you walk so silently? I was almost scared to death by you!" Wei Dong covered his heart.

"...I'm the cat who came here normally." Ke Xun waved his hand, "Now Yiran and I, as well as Dongzi, have changed in our bodies. This must be caused by the rules of this painting. Brother Qin, your body What's changed meow?"

Qin Ci felt his own state, and shook his head: "For the time being, it doesn't seem to be."

"Hao Wen'er, are you meowing?" Ke Xun turned his head and asked.

Zhu Haowen sat there, looked up at him, and said calmly for a while: "I can't see clearly anymore, and it seems to have become achromatopsia, everything in front of my eyes is gray, white and black."

Ke Xun strode over, knelt down in front of him, his eyebrows darkened: "Can you see me clearly from this distance?"

Zhu Haowen drooped his eyelids, then raised his eyes: "Yes, it's just not high-definition enough."

Ke Xun patted him on the shoulder, got up and asked Luo Wei and Li Yaqing, "Where are you two?"

Li Yaqing shook her head in horror, and Luo Wei looked at her, hiding her eyes behind the glasses: "I'm fine for the time being."

"Brother Pi, what about you?" Ke Xun asked Huang Pi again.

"...No change." Huang Pi answered him with a hoarse voice.

"It's getting more and more chaotic meow," Ke Xun scratched the cat's ears on his head, "Not only is the style of painting different in each world, each of us gets different props, and now even the rules of painting affect the body. The changes are all different, some want to become cats, some want to gain weight, some become nearsighted and color blind, some don’t change for a while, and some won’t tell me, meow.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Yiran, his expression very arrogant.

Before Mu Yiran could open his mouth, they heard the sound of a door on the wall, everyone hurriedly followed the sound and saw Qi Qiang was coming in from that door, but there were no two people in his group behind him, and they didn't go either. Zhao Haicui and Zhang Lifeng who were looking for someone in that world.

"Where are they?" Ke Xun asked him.

Qi Qiang gave him a disgusted look, apparently disgusted by his "meow", and replied angrily, "None of my business!"

Before the door was closed, Ke Xun glanced at the world inside the door, and saw that the world inside the door was already dark, and he could only vaguely see the white mountains and forests covered with snow.

Is it still winter in this world?

"What did you see in the door meow?" Ke Xun continued to ask Qi Qiang.

"You fucking meow!" Qi Qiang couldn't bear to yell at Ke Xun, and pointed the sword in his hand at Ke Xun, wishing he could pierce his throat with a sword.

Ke Xun: "...Yan Ran, you can ask him, meow...cough."

Mu Yiran didn't move his mouth, and with a glance, Qi Qiang felt the aura. Of course, Qi Qiang is not stupid. Only by cooperating with these people at this time can he find a way to leave the painting as soon as possible.

"There's snow everywhere," Qi Qiang put away the sword in his hand, and said with a gloomy face, "It looks like it's in the mountains, there are forests, caves, and..." He hesitated for a while, with a bit of a smile on his face. With a painful expression, "There are fucking monkeys who can only speak human..."

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, Qin Ci asked him: "What did the monkey tell you?"

"Didn't say anything!" Qi Qiang was annoyed, "When those two SBs saw that the monkey could speak human words, they screamed a few times in fright, turned around and ran away!"

"Don't tell me you killed that monkey, meow." Ke Xun looked at him expressionlessly.

With the temperament of a person like Qi Qiang, coupled with a powerful weapon in his hand, maybe he can really do such a reckless thing.

Qi Qiang didn't say anything, obviously acquiescing.

"...You are really not afraid of being backlashed..." Wei Dong was dumbfounded.

"And then meow?" Ke Xun continued to ask Qi Qiang.

"I came back along the way." Qi Qiang replied coldly.

"Is there anything wrong with your body?" Qin Ci asked.

"No." Qi Qiang stared at Wei Dong who had been staring at him, walked to the corner, and sat there to rest.

"I think he seems a little different..." Wei Dong whispered to Ke Xun.

"Where is meow?" Ke Xun asked.

"I can't tell for the time being..." Wei Dong rubbed his face with his fat hands, "Maybe I was made suspicious by what we discussed just now."

"No, I believe in your professional skills," Ke Xun said, "Since you feel something is wrong, there must be something wrong. Don't worry, keep calm, and observe him carefully."

"Okay, meow, I'll take another look at meow." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun: "...Like me again and I'll scratch you to death, meow!"

Weidong went to the dark place and continued to quietly observe Qi Qiang with his eyes closed, while Ke Xun returned to Mu Yiran, squinting at him: "You still won't tell me what happened to you, meow? "

All the old members looked at him at the same time: How dare this guy talk like that to the male god he is chasing so hard? !It's so arrogant.

Mu Yiran was sitting leaning against the wall, raised his jaw and glanced at him, then patted his thigh, and said lightly: "Come here."

All the old members watched Ke Xun lying on the lap of Mr. Mu with a "meow" sound, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and there was a purring sound of enjoyment and satisfaction in his chest...

It was getting late into the night, and the whole room was plunged into a darkness that was approaching dark blue, only the yellow stars and moon patterns printed on the walls and roof were emitting dreamy fluorescent lights.