Paintings of Terror

"What do you mean?!" Liu Yufei rushed over and was about to punch.

Ke Xun is tall and has long arms. Before Liu Yufei's fist swung in front of him, his hand had already reached Liu Yufei's face. He held Liu Yufei's face with five fingers, and then moved to the side at will. I staggered out.

"Dongzi, it's your turn." Ke Xun said.

"I want to say the same thing as Ke Er," Wei Dong said, "I'm just an ordinary person, I don't have any specialties or strengths, the only thing I can guarantee is that I won't bite others."

"Our Dongzi is still an artist," Ke Xun added for him, "A major in art, with a unique professional vision and perspective on art works, and studying the world in paintings, it can be regarded as a match for him."

Wei Dong thought to himself what kind of counterpart this is.

The doctor looked at the pancake stand owner: "What about you, what do you want to say?"

The owner of the pancake stand opened his bloodshot eyes: "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, please, don't choose me, I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

Seeing him repeating only this sentence, the doctor had no choice but to stop asking, and finally turned to Mu Yiran: "It's your turn."

Mu Yiran said, "I have a clue."

"..."

There are only four words, simple and rude, direct and clear.

If Ke Xun's one-hit kill was only one-on-one, then Mu Yiran's one-hit kill was a direct KO of all players.

He has clues.

No one can kill him.

It's that simple.

The doctor lowered his eyes: "Okay, I'm done talking, now... let's vote, time is running out."

Everyone's complexion is heavy and complicated.

It's not a good feeling to be an executioner.

However, the taste of facing death is even more unpleasant.

"I'm going to ask for a pen and paper." The doctor got up and went to the old man, and brought back a piece of yellow paper and a few charcoal pencils.

Cut the paper into eight equal parts and distributed them to everyone, and then said: "Everyone report your name, if you really don't want to report it, you can give yourself a nickname."

"Ke Xun," Ke Xun was the first to speak, "Conan's Ke, Li Xunhuan's Xun."

"Wei Dong," Wei Dong continued, "Wei Qing's Wei, Dong Qing's Dong."

Ke Xun: "...I really feel sorry for you for not calling me 'Qing'."

Wei Dong: "Ke Zhen'e, Ke, shut up."

Mu Yiran coldly glanced at these two people who still did not forget to say a few words before death. I don't know whether these two people are adhering to the second B spirit of not crying when they see the coffin and entertaining until death, or... from There is a sense of calmness and senselessness in the bones.

Then he said: "Mu Yiran, Mu Ye's Mu, carefree and leisurely."

"In the fields with blue sky and white clouds stretching as far as the eye can see, it's cheerful and leisurely, a good name." Said Ke Xun, a young man with rough nerves [-]B.

Mu Yiran said coldly, "Ke of Nan Kemeng shut up."

Ke Xun: "..."

Wei Dong: "..."

Next, the single father and the owner of a private enterprise reported their names, one named Ma Zhenhua and the other named Zhang Maolin.

The owner of the pancake stand refused to give his name, and kept pleading: "Don't choose me, please, I beg you, don't choose me..."

"Let him be code-named A." The doctor sighed slightly and looked at Liu Yufei.

"Look at me! Anyway, I can't die! If you want to write, you can write about other people. Some people's corpses are a vegetarian meal. Living in the country or the people is useless, and death is not a pity!" Liu Yufei roared.

"Let him be codenamed SB." Ke Xun sighed slightly.

Wei Dong: "Very appropriate."

The doctor was the last to speak: "My surname is Qin, Qin Ci. Qin Shihuang's Qin, bestowed by Ci."

The room fell into silence again.

Eight names, eight lives, have been placed in front of everyone with no escape or retreat.

Zhang Maolin, the owner of a private enterprise, took out his mobile phone and looked at everyone panickedly: "It's 5 o'clock in [-] minutes... I must, I have to vote..."

Everyone's faces twisted instantly.

The arrow is on the string, and there is no time to hesitate.

The doctor looked calm, but lowered his eyelids: "Write it, what should come will always come."

During the long and short 5 minutes, except for Ke Xun and Wei Dong who had already declared their abstentions, everyone else picked up their pens one after another.

In the process of writing down the name, some people were expressionless, some were struggling, some were vicious, and some were crying bitterly.

One minute before the time entered nine o'clock, everyone buckled the paper with their names on the table and slowly pushed it to the center of the table.

Even if it is not opened and announced, the world in this painting will know who the person with the most votes is.

Everyone sat there, staring at the back of the paper, waiting for the moment to be sentenced.

Time passed by second by second, single father Ma Zhenhua and private enterprise owner Zhang Maolin couldn't help crying together with the pancake stall owner.

The doctor and Mu Yiran remained calm and expressionless.

Wei Dong stared at the corner of the table in a daze, while Ke Xun leaned against the back of the chair motionless with his thin eyelids drooping.

Liu Yufei was trembling all over, his fists clenched tightly, and large beads of sweat gushed out from his forehead.

When the time counted down to a second, the string in his brain finally snapped, he jumped up and shouted heart-piercingly: "I don't want to die—I want to go back—fake—this It's all false - I'm dreaming - I'm having a nightmare - wake me up - I won't sleep anymore - wake me up -"

As if going crazy, Liu Yufei slammed open the door and rushed out, as if he wanted to break out of the shackles of this strange world. Everyone quickly got up and chased to the door, but they saw Liu Yufei stumbled and stumbled on the fence of the yard.

The pointed bamboo fence with jagged burrs pierced into Liu Yufei's body at the waist, and sprayed out of the flesh with spurts of blood.

Liu Yufei let out an incomparably shrill scream, struggling desperately to scratch his limbs on the bamboo fence.

It's like a grasshopper whose stomach has been pierced by a bamboo stick.

Thick blood rushed down the bamboo fence, Liu Yufei's screams gradually weakened, and his limbs gradually stopped struggling.

Until it hung there lifelessly like a piece of bacon, and there was no more movement.

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin sat down on the ground with their legs limp, and both burst into tears. They didn't know whether they were frightened by Liu Yufei's death, or they were glad that they escaped from the death line and returned to life.

The pancake stall owner was so frightened that he became incontinent again.

The doctor looked at Liu Yufei's corpse, shook his head with a complicated expression, and was thinking of saying something to relieve the heavy and oppressive and indescribable atmosphere, when he saw Mu Yiran walking towards Liu Yufei's corpse suddenly, he couldn't help but say something One voice: "I can't save him, he's already dead."

Mu Yiran ignored it, and walked straight to Liu Yufei's corpse, and was about to bend down to take a closer look, when he heard a voice behind him: "Want to study how he died?"

Mu Yiran turned his head and glanced, seeing Ke Xun following up at some point, looking at him calmly.

The others didn't follow, Mu Yiran turned around to check Liu Yufei's body, only to see the row of sharpened bamboo fences under him, stained with dripping sticky blood, completely piercing through Liu Yufei's waist belly, almost cutting his body in two.

"Cut in half." Mu Yiran coldly uttered two words that sounded extremely cruel.

But Ke Xun noticed that besides being cold, there seemed to be a bit of clarity in his tone.

When he returned to the house, the old man had already prepared breakfast, as if he didn't know what happened just now, he still repeated the words of yesterday morning lifelessly: "Everyone worked hard last night, let's have breakfast first. There is no work to do during the day, Everyone can rest and come to me when it gets dark, and I will arrange things for you tonight."

After speaking, he turned and went back into the back room.

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin were still slumped on the ground crying, the owner of the pancake stall was limp on the chair like a muddy beach, his incontinent urine dripped all over his feet, the doctor was leaning against the door frame and lost in thought, Wei Dong hid in the corner where he could not see the dead body .

Mu Yiran sat down at the table, and as soon as he raised his hand, Ke Xun handed him a cornbread very filially, grabbed a cornbow himself, and called Weidong: "Come and eat."

"Fuck, do you still have the appetite to eat?" Wei Dong was shocked.

"It's time to eat more," Ke Xun pointed at the seat and told him to come over, "Didn't you listen to what the old man said, we're going to send out work again tonight, it's a fluke that we didn't die last night, it's up to us whether we can survive tonight I don’t know, even if everyone is lucky enough to survive again, why not vote again tomorrow morning? Come and eat quickly! Only when you are full can you find the strength to find the seal as soon as possible.”

Wei Dong felt that it was reasonable, so he reluctantly sat down and forced himself to swallow the rice porridge.

After hearing this, the doctor also came over and sat down, ate his stomach silently, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and looked up at Mu Yiran: "Xiao Mu, now you can share the clues you got with everyone."

When Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin heard this, they quickly struggled to stand up, sat around the table, and stared at Mu Yiran eagerly.

Ke Xun felt that if Mu Yiran didn't leak something from his mouth at this time, the two of them could swallow him alive.

Mu Yiran seemed to have no intention of continuing to hide it, and suddenly lowered his head, untied the linen strip around his waist with the word "Yang" written on it, and placed it on the table.

"The rule that sets the way for us to die is this strip of cloth."

The doctor was slightly surprised: "Although I know that this cloth strip must be weird, and it is also used to group us people according to the basis, but you said that it stipulates the way of our death, do you have any explanation?"

Mu Yiran pointed to the words on the sackcloth: "On the first night, the three people who died in the mourning hall, the word on the sack was 'Min', and all three lost their eyes; the two who died in the cemetery, the cloth The words on the strip read 'and', and the two people were divided into equal pieces of meat, which were eaten by crows; Liu Yufei, who died just now, had the words 'Gu' on the strip, and the way of death was similar to being cut in half."

The doctor shook his head slightly in doubt: "I don't see any connection between the way of their death and these words."

Mu Yiran said: "I remember you said that the ancestor of the villagers was Zong Zhu, and I also said that cursing was very popular in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and the most famous one is "Curse Chu Wen".

""Curse of Chu Wen" is the inscription on the stone carvings of the Qin State in the Warring States Period. The font belongs to Xiaozhuan.

"Ancient things, whether it is artifacts or writing, are full of ghosts and gods. The ancients respected and revered writing more than modern people. Therefore, whether it is the power of gods or curses, they are all pinned on the writing.

"The word 'min' of the people, most people only understand the current meaning, which refers to the population and the common people, but at the beginning of the word's creation, 'min' had a terrifying original meaning.

"The character 'Min' in oracle bone inscriptions is composed of an eye with pupils and a pointed cross underneath. A slave who obeys his servitude.

"The meaning of this word became more obvious after the oracle bone inscriptions evolved into bronze inscriptions. The word 'min' in the bronze inscriptions even directly erased the pupils in the eyes, and the cross also became a sharp cone shape, piercing the eyes directly.

"Let's talk about the character 'and'. In oracle bone inscriptions, it is composed of a variant of the character 'Xi' plus the sign '='. Xi represents a piece of meat, '=' represents equality, and the character composed and represents equal sharing of meat.

"In the era of primitive communism and equal sharing, food was the most important common property, and meat was the highest level of food. Equal sharing of meat was an important ceremony for worshiping ancestors and worshiping gods. Therefore, the original meaning of the word 'and' means equal sharing Meat, divide and eat.

"Finally, when it comes to the character 'Gu', Gu is composed of ancient characters and Xin characters. The ancient characters represent a big chopping axe, and the Xin characters represent people who have received the death penalty. The original meaning of the word Gu means to use a big ax to execute beheading or beheading.

"After the first night, after seeing the death of those five people, I had some doubts about these words, but there were not enough examples to make a statement. I saw Liu Yufei's death just now, which can already prove my inference.

"These characters written on the cloth strips are infused with the natural ferocious meaning of the original meaning of the characters, plus the curse ability possessed by the ancestors of the village who did Zongzhu, and become able to limit the way we die. Cursed item."