Paintings of Terror

After hearing Mu Yiran's words, everyone was in shock for a long time and couldn't recover.

Unexpectedly, these so-called "beautiful words" that were chanted and praised in the classroom since childhood had such a horrible and cruel original meaning.

"No wonder you asked me to hide my head in my clothes last night..." Wei Dong murmured.

"Just like a crow can't tell whether a scarecrow is a dummy or a living person, I think that kind of 'thing' might not be able to tell the difference between a hidden head and no head." Mu Yiran said lightly.

"That's why when that 'thing' saw a headless 'corpse' lying on the ground, it thought I was dead, and would not behead me again, so I escaped my life because of it." Wei Dong was stunned, and then Curious, "How can you be sure that thing won't see that I, a headless man, is fake?"

Mu Yiran continued calmly: "I'm not sure, I just let you try, if it doesn't work, you can only die."

Wei Dong: "..."

Ke Xun asked: "Didn't you just say that the original meaning of the word Gu is to behead or cut in half? Last night you only asked Dongzi to hide his head. What if that thing actually wanted to cut him in half?"

Mu Yiran is indifferent × 3: "Then it's his bad luck, he has to die."

Ke Xun Weidong: "..." The co-author last night was not sure at all.

But the doctor said: "I think, after that thing saw a headless corpse on the ground, it thought that the person was dead, so it would not cut it in half again. I won't be beheaded again."

Wei Dong opened his mouth: "Why do you feel that this 'thing' is a little...retarded?"

The doctor smiled: "To put it a little superstitiously, the world of ghosts and gods and the world of humans are inherently different, with their own rules and limitations."

"You, a doctor, even believe in ghosts and gods?" Wei Dong said.

"I can't help but believe in the current situation." The doctor laughed at himself, "But if you want to hear a scientific explanation, it's not impossible. This is equivalent to two-dimensional creatures. Creatures in the three-dimensional world cannot see the two-dimensional world." Creatures, creatures in the two-dimensional world can only feel the projection of the three-dimensional world."

"Is it really okay for us to discuss scientific issues in a world of ghosts and gods?" Weidong scratched his head.

Ke Xun's heart moved, and he asked Xiang Mu Yiran: "Then what is the original meaning of the word 'Yang' created by the two of us?"

Mu Yiran: "Hanging."

Ke Xun rubbed his neck, then pointed to Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin: "Where's the word 'evil' on their cloth strips?"

Mu Yiran's voice was a little gloomy: "The torture of meat removal."

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin were so frightened that they almost slumped to the ground again.

"How did you two escape last night?" Ke Xun was curious.

The two just shook their heads, unable to speak for a long time.

"Death is random," Mu Yiran said, "It doesn't mean that everyone will be in danger of death at the same time, otherwise why give us a seven-day time limit, the first night of entering the painting can wipe out our entire army."

Ke Xun stopped asking, and suddenly Wei Dong said happily: "Since the death rule has been solved, we don't have to be afraid of that thing in the future!"

Mu Yiran looked at him coldly: "Then we will face voting for one person to die every morning."

Wei Dong was speechless for a moment.

"In order not to be elected, let's try to find the seal." Ke Xun put his arm on Mu Yiran's shoulder, "Do you have any clues about where the seal will be?"

Mu Yiran slapped his arm away: "I think we should start with the content of the painting."

The doctor said: "We didn't finish checking the three locust trees yesterday, let's hurry up and continue now."

Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun: "As for the ghost faces on the locust tree, it's just a guess at the moment. We shouldn't be entangled in one place. I suggest that the soldiers be divided into three groups. One way will continue to check the ghost faces on the tree, and the other two groups will go to other places in the village. where to look for clues."

Ke Xun: "Agreed, the boss and I will check the locust trees, and the rest of you will go to the village."

Mu Yiran: "Ke Xun Weidong checks the locust trees, and the others go to the village."

Ke Xun: "Listen to you."

Wei Dong: "..."

Everyone no longer wasted time, and immediately split up and acted.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong came under the three locust trees, looked up at the grimaces on the tree trunks, against the gloomy sky, these thousands of grimaces became more and more ferocious and abrupt, protruding from the cracked trunks , as if struggling to get out of the tree trunk.

Wei Dong shuddered: "Why do I feel that these faces are more prominent than yesterday?"

Ke Xun frowned: "That's right, the expressions on the faces are more realistic, I think maybe as each day goes by, these faces will become more and more prominent and more realistic, until..."

Wei Dong: "Shut up! Hurry up and look for it, I'll keep watch for you."

Ke Xun: "Whistle off the hair, let's do it together, hurry up."

Weidong had no choice but to carefully pick up a dead branch and stab it into Grimace's mouth one by one like yesterday.

"By the way, let me ask you." Wei Dong had nothing to say, emboldened himself, "Why did you abstain when voting? I think Liu Yufei's words are quite enmity between us. Abstaining is equivalent to killing the murderer. The burden has been passed on to others, which actually makes sense. With Liu Yufei supporting this time, if one of them really survives tonight, I think if everyone thinks about it tomorrow, they might blame the two of us for their anger. "

Ke Xun climbed on the tree and glanced down: "Because everyone knows that we are together, and we are mixed with Mu Yiran. Mu Yiran is a capable person from anyone's point of view." Yes, ten people hang out with him, and nine people will listen to him. From the perspective of others, as long as we vote, the three of us will definitely vote for the same person, don’t you think so?”

Wei Dong raised his head: "So?"

Ke Xun's eyes flickered: "So for them, the three of us, this small gang, are quite a threat. No matter who we choose, whoever will have three votes at once, and now the remaining eight people don't show anything. When there are fewer and fewer people in the future, the weight of these three votes will be quite large.”

Wei Dong looked serious: "You mean..."

"When there are fewer and fewer people, our three votes are the largest proportion. It can be said that we vote for whoever dies. Everyone knows Mu Yiran's ability. The worst plan is that our gang is under the leadership of Mu Yiran. If you can survive all the time, and other people die less and less, if there is a voting situation later, it will only be other people who will be voted to death. Are you afraid of such a gang?"

Wei Dong was shocked: "Scared, quite scared."

"In this case, the 'others' will easily put the three of us on the opposite side." Ke Xun turned the dead branch in his hand, "For the sake of long-term consideration, we must not let the three of us live to the end, otherwise The others are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Since there are still many people and our three votes don’t account for a large proportion, it’s better to destroy our gang first, kill one, and the remaining two will be nothing. .”

Weidong: "Damn it!"

Ke Xun knocked on the tree trunk with a dead branch: "At that time, both Liu Yufei and the pancake boss had already voted for Mu Yiran, and the best time to destroy our gang came.

"Even if only one of the remaining three chooses Mu Yiran, even if the three of us vote for someone at the same time, that person will at least get the same number of votes as Mu Yiran, and this person may still break through.

"And what if two of the remaining three choose Mu Yiran? The one who dies must be Mu Yiran. From a proportional point of view, Mu Yiran suffers more, which means that the possibility of others surviving is even greater. higher.

"The reason for this result is that the small gang of the three of us put a lot of pressure on others, and finally prompted them to unite first for their own sake and take action against the three of us.

"So I chose to abstain, and I also know that you will follow. In this way, their psychological pressure will be much less at once, and they will no longer regard us as a thorn in the side that gets rid of first and then quickly.

"In addition, Mu Yiran is capable, and they are still counting on him to take him out of the painting. On the premise that they can save their own lives, they will not easily vote him to death.

"So choosing to abstain is to turn offense into defense, to save your life, right?"

Wei Dong was dumbfounded, his brain digested for a long time, and finally raised his neck: "...so many BBs, it turns out that you are doing all this to protect Mu Ran's life!"

Ke Xun: "Isn't saving his life the same as saving our lives?"

Wei Dong: "...Okay, I'll pretend that what you said makes sense. In other words, Mu Yiran has told everyone all the clues. If you don't find the seal today and you have to vote tomorrow, do you think he will be voted for? Throw it out? After all, he has no use value now..."

Ke Xun shook his head: "Do you think he is stupid? Why do you think he left us here and took others to the village to find clues?"

Wei Dong: "Why?"

"Of course it's to show those few people that he should live to the end." Ke Xun looked towards the center of the village shrouded in gray mist.

After climbing back and forth on the tree for most of the morning, Ke Xun still found nothing, so Ke Xun jumped down from the tree to take a rest, and sat under the tree with Wei Dong to ponder.

"I suspect that the seal will not be on these ghost faces." Ke Xun said while thinking, "These ghost faces are too obvious. According to the usual thinking, everyone would suspect that the seal is hidden in such a weird place. This is a vertical instruction. Doesn’t the sign tell you where to go to the bathroom differently?”

"That makes sense," Wei Dong said weakly, "Then where do you think the seal will be?"

Ke Xun glanced at him: "Aren't you an artist? This is your profession. Raise a dog for a thousand days and use it for a while. Dare you give me some help?"

Weidong: "Meigonggou tells you that what I study is design, not traditional Chinese oil painting!" He sighed, "It's useless to learn anything. Thinking about so many years of hard study and exams, I finally got through it I want to die in this bullshit painting for no reason, and all the sacrifices I made for my life in the past have become a waste of work, so I feel that my life is full of irony and tragedy."

Ke Xun didn't speak.

Wei Dong was different from him. He was alone. Although he was also afraid of death, even if he really died unfortunately, he didn't have any worries.

But Weidong still has his parents and relatives, even if he is not counting on his only son to take care of him, he will be immersed in the endless pain of bereavement for the rest of his life.

It sounds pitiful to be mourned by no one and by parents.

"I remember that doctor said that everyone in this village is surnamed Li, right?" Ke Xun said suddenly.

"Yeah, it's probably the same ancestor, maybe they didn't have five clothes." Wei Dong said.

"Then intermarriage among the villagers in this village is consanguineous marriage?" Ke Xun said.

Wei Dong: "You gay, why worry about these things?"

Ke Xun looked at him: "Inbreeding is easy to give birth to deformed children."

Wei Dong: "Thank you for reminding me, I don't have any cousins."

Ke Xun: "The thing that crawled out of the coffin last night was a deformity."

Wei Dong was startled: "You mean——it might be the product of that family's inbreeding marriage?"

Ke Xun: "Although its deformity is a bit exaggerated, there is nothing strange in the world in the painting. Besides, art is inherently exaggerated, right?"

Weidong nodded: "Yes, art works often use exaggerated techniques to render the picture or highlight the theme."

Ke Xun touched his chin and thought: "The protagonist of this funeral is a deformed child, so what kind of theme does this painting want to express? I think the author's thinking is very strange."

Wei Dong asked: "Who is the artist of this painting?"

Ke Xun thought for a while: "Mu Yiran said it was...fuck!"

Wei Dong: "Huh?"

Ke Xun turned to look at him: "This painter is also surnamed Li."