Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun paused: "When I was young, because I was much taller than children of the same age, I was laughed at all day long because I was stupid and big. No one would play with me except Dongzi, so I can understand what Li Mazi went through when he was young." Of course, he must be a hundred times worse than me."

"Then we can imagine why Li Mazi is both Li Kuaiguai's elder brother and his father." Mu Yiran said.

Ke Xun's face was a little complicated: "Because it is impossible for a person like Li Mazi to marry a wife, so I have to get closer..."

Mu Yiran's expression was calm: "As it turned out, Li Mazi's son was also deformed, even worse than his appearance, so it is conceivable that what befalls him must be a worsening painful situation. "

Ke Xun looked at him: "But Li Mazi has become the longest-lived person in this village. What's the reason?"

"The reason is," Mu Yiran opened his palm and saw a paintbrush in his palm, "Li Mazi later became Li Jinghao."

Ke Xun looked at the old paintbrush, whether it was red or black, speechless.

Li Mazi, who was born as a deformed child, has been subjected to monster-like eyes and ugly words behind his back from the villagers since he was a child. This kind of terrible mental blow and psychological pressure, after he has a son/brother who is even more deformed than himself Afterwards, it reached its climax, completely breaking the string that he had been supporting with patience for a long time.

Li Mazi couldn't bear it, and after Li Kuaiguai was born, he finally escaped from this terrible village.

"Of consanguineous marriage, the possibility of giving birth to deformed children, mentally retarded and premature children is 4%, but the possibility of giving birth to a so-called genius who is extremely gifted in a certain area is not small." Mu Yiran picked up the paintbrush, Looked at the bottom of his eyes, "For example, the world-famous Adolf Hitler, Darwin, Einstein, the example that is right in front of us is Li Mazi."

Ke Xun suddenly said, "Li Mazi is talented in painting."

Mu Yi nodded abruptly: "After escaping from the Li family village, Li Mazi came into contact with the outside world and learned the skills of painting while working hard to make a living. As for whether someone taught him or he was self-taught, this is no longer testable. After several years of hard work, he finally became a well-known painter of his generation."

Ke Xun turned his head and looked at the deserted village behind him: "Since Li Mazi was able to draw this painting, it means that he went back to Lijia Village after he became famous, but why did he lay down that pure cypress coffin for his son? ? Did he do it on purpose or not?"

"I presume it was intentional." Mu Yiran threw the paintbrush in his hand on the ground, "From this painting, we can see that the resentment generated by Li Mazi's experience when he lived in the village did not change over time. With the passage of time and my own fame, there is a reduction, but it accumulates into a mountain, which is uncomfortable.

"The three locust trees in the picture were not planted in the village, but Li Mazi showed them in the painting as an image expressing the theme, implying hatred, resentment and a curse on the entire village.

"I think, among these people, Li Mazi hates his parents the most. If his parents hadn't married close relatives, they wouldn't have given birth to a deformed him. All the ridicule and cold reception he suffered in childhood would have been given to him He left an indelible psychological shadow, so in the painting, he painted the three locust trees representing the curse outside his courtyard.

"The second thing he hates is his son/brother. Because of the existence of Li Guaiguai, it marks that Li Mazi has done unethical, ignorant and terrible stupid things like his ancestors. For Li Mazi, who has accepted science and advanced ideas in this world, it is simply unbearable to look back on.

"He can't separate and sever the connection with the ignorant self in the past, which will become the stain and nightmare of his life. And the existence of Li Guaiguai makes him unable to forget his miserable and pitiful past, and also makes his This humiliating and painful experience and memory continued, it was like constantly beating him with a whip dipped in salt water, causing him pain, humiliation, and hatred all the time.

"I think this is the reason why he hates Li Guaiguai so much. It may be out of anger or to bury the past. With anger and hatred, he made this pure cypress coffin for Li Guaiguai. Li Guaiguai was struck by lightning from the sky, and disappeared without leaving any traces, as if this could make Li Mazi's past unbearable to look back on, completely shattered and disappeared.

"As for these dead villagers, they are obviously also the object of Li Mazi's resentment. He hates this backward and ignorant village and the ignorant ancestors left behind by his ancestors. exist.

"Whether out of personal resentment or out of criticism and condemnation of this feudal cancer, Li Mazi painted this painting full of desolation and hatred, and he also painted himself in it, as the last survivor of the whole village. As a survivor, he wants to watch the complete annihilation of this family with his own eyes.

"The above are all based on my inferences, but I think the facts should not be much different."

Ke Xun quietly listened to Mu Yiran's explanation, and heaved a sigh of relief: "No wonder that old man——Li Mazi couldn't catch up with me. It doesn't seem like the power possessed by those things, so it's because he is the artist himself... No, he is not the artist himself, he is the reflection of himself drawn by the artist in the painting, it cannot be regarded as a 'person', but it is not that kind of thing either."

Mu Yi nodded abruptly: "The Li Mazi in the painting is just a psychological refraction of resentment. His real curse and hatred have spread to other things and scenes in the painting."

Ke Xun's eyes lit up: "Since this old man is the reflection of Li Mazi himself, do you think the seal is on the old man's body?"

Mu Yiran shook his head: "The seal in the painting is a redemptive existence for those of us who enter the painting. It cannot be lethal at the same time, but this old man will chase you and run around."

Ke Xun asked, "Is there no seal in his house?"

Mu Yiran: "No."

Ke Xun scratched his head: "It's getting dark again, will this old man arrange work for us tonight?"

Mu Yiran's eyes were deep: "If you don't make arrangements, it will be extremely dangerous."

Ke Xun remembered that last night, even though he and Mu Yiran hid well, they still couldn't resist the strange noise from Li Guaiguai, and almost lost his life because of it, so he scratched his arm: "While there is still a little Time, call those few and continue looking."

When the two returned to the locust tree, they saw that Wei Dong and several others were already waiting there. The doctor saw that the two had returned safely, so he asked what was found in the old man's house.

Mu Yiran said it briefly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Damn it..." Wei Dong took a long time to recover, and he was tongue-tied, "I have to ask my parents if they are related by blood going back more than ten generations."

Ke Xun: "...Do you want to have it or not."

Wei Dong: "I doubt it. Otherwise, what's the matter with my athlete's foot? It must be a kind of deformity."

Ke Xun: "...Do you believe that your father will be able to order a pair of pure cypress coffin boards for you after you finish asking?"

The doctor asked Xiang Mu Yiran from the side: "Now the ins and outs of this painting have been clarified, but I still can't figure out where the seal can be. Xiao Mu, do you have any suggestions?"

Mu Yiran shook his head slightly: "I can't think of anything."

"What can I do..." Ma Zhenhua's eyes were red with anxiety, "It's getting dark, look, it's getting dark..."

Zhang Maolin was also in a hurry, grabbed the linen strip around his waist, glanced at Weidong, then at the owner of the pancake stand, and suddenly went to the pancake stall owner: "Brother, let's discuss, how about we change this strip of cloth?" Like? I'll give you money, I'll give you as much as you want, 50, 100 million, I'll give you all, okay?"

Wei Dong couldn't see it, and said to him: "It's useless. If I could change it, I would have changed it. If you change it, I'm afraid you will be backlashed. If you don't believe me, ask Boss Mu and Doctor Qin."

Zhang Maolin sobbed: "I don't want to be deboned! I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

"You just want to kill someone else?" Wei Dong was annoyed, "Accept your fate, who let you be assigned this word."

"Why—why..." Zhang Maolin broke down emotionally, "Why should it be a word, why would a good word be made into such a godsend thing..."

No one answered him.

The situation without clues and clues made everyone anxious and depressed, even Mu Yiran frowned.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

Everyone fell silent, some were desperately trying to think of clues, some were desperate and lost their souls.

Ke Xun absent-mindedly looked at the distorted character "恶" in Zhang Maolin's hand, then looked at the character "Gu" next to Wei Dong, and finally looked down at the character "Yang" on his waist.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

She stepped forward and grabbed Mu Yiran's arm, pulled him towards her, looked into his eyes, and asked him word by word: "The cloth strips on our body are old hair, right? The old man is Li Mazi, right? ? Li Mazi is Li Jinghao, right? Li Jinghao understands the original meaning of these characters, right?"

Mu Yiran looked at the bright black eyes of the predecessor above, against the background of the dark cloud-covered night sky behind him, these eyes were as bright as bright stars.

For the first time without shaking off the man's hand, Mu Yiran pursed his lips and looked at him: "The original meaning of the word 'Jing' refers to a towering pavilion. The original meaning of the word 'Hao' is It refers to the rush of the big river and the sound of the water."

"--high tower!"

"—Dahe!"

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin cried out almost at the same time.

"There is a dry river beach in the south of the village, and there is a fire watch platform beside the river beach," Dr. Qin said. "We went there when we were searching for clues in the village."

"What are you waiting for, let's go, it's already dark!" Wei Dong couldn't wait, and ran towards the south of the village.

Everyone hurriedly followed, only then did they realize that the sky had turned completely dark at some point, the night wind roared towards them, circled behind them, then turned back and blew up, the sound of the wind was filled with sharp cries, listen carefully Underneath, it seemed to come from the mouths of thousands of people. There were men and women, old and young, among these wailing sounds, and there was even a very familiar voice, screaming mournfully: "Death—you all have to die!" die--"

It's Liu Yufei's voice!

Everyone heard it, and couldn't help turning their heads to look back. The pancake stall owner and Ma Zhenhua were so frightened that their legs gave way and they fell to the ground.