Paintings of Terror

In fact, as long as the willpower is not so weak, no matter how deceptive plots the illusion may fabricate, as long as you firmly believe that it is just an illusion, you should be able to retreat from it and save your life.

At least Ke Xun thinks so.

So from the first night when he was almost captured by the illusion, he passed every subsequent night calmly without any danger.

The previous experience of painting has become valuable experience and accumulation at this time. As Weidong said, the current members of "Jinhualun" have very few ghosts that can scare them anymore, and make them panic. What a strange event.

When the members chat occasionally in the V letter group, they often mention that Ke Xun is the one who has grown the fastest among them. From the messy young man who first entered the painting, he has grown into a mature, calm, reliable, even Existing like the protector of the team.

Weidong, who is most familiar with him, said that he has become more and more indestructible, whether it is spirit and belief, or thought and emotion.

Ke Xun himself once thought so.

Until this realization lasts until the darkness falls tonight.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran were sitting at the corner of the central hall. The moment the darkness invaded, Mu Yiran's hand, which was originally held, disappeared in his palm.

It was still the same empty and empty darkness as the previous three nights, and only the sound of the slow and viscous seawater surging could be heard in the ears not far away.

Ke Xun quietly waited for the illusion to appear, guessing what kind of plot the despicable thing behind the scenes would make up to confuse people.

The sound of the surging sea water gradually became clearer, as if it was right in front of you, right at your feet, and the sense of spaciousness slowly shrunk. The sea in front of you seemed to have a shore, and there seemed to be trees on the shore, and there was a flat surface. On the ground, there are even cars coming and going.

A bone-piercing cold surrounded him in all directions, the temperature seemed to drop below zero in an instant, and Ke Xun's skin was covered with goosebumps.

The unique breath of midwinter came out, and the new wind penetrated into the nostrils, scraping and cutting the internal organs, allowing the deep chill to seep out from the inside out.

Ke Xun shivered slightly from the cold, subconsciously shrinking back.

This is a winter scene.

Although there was still a thick darkness in front of him, without any images, Ke Xun could feel that it was a winter, and it was very cold, possibly the coldest winter he had ever experienced in his life.

The water in front of him made a gurgling sound, like ripples hardened by freezing, colliding with each other constantly.

In the sound of gurgling water, there are also some sounds that seem to be the collision of ice cubes, crackling, and the finely shattered ice chips fly away, making this invisible scene even more textured.

Ke Xun opened his eyes wide, looking into the emptiness and darkness in front of him.

In the darkness, his body trembled slightly.

"Xiao Xun."

An extremely familiar voice, as if it sounded yesterday, was sent into the ear hole from the close in front of me.

Ke Xun's heart shrank suddenly, he didn't know whether it was because of the cold or something, and he shook his body violently.

"Xiao Xun...Xiao Xun, are you doing well by yourself now?"

Ke Xun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but there was a dry pain in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"Xiao Xun... Son, do you miss Dad?" The extremely familiar voice asked in his most familiar tone.

"...Get off... Get off! - Get off!" Ke Xun tried several times, and finally let out a hoarse and cracking voice from his parched throat.

That disgusting thing behind the scenes is so crazily creating the illusion of a person who is no longer alive, it is not afraid of being seen through by him at all.Is this still deception?This is not demagoguery, this is a rampant and extremely malicious provocation!

It's like declaring nakedly: Even if you clearly know that this is an illusion, you still cannot escape after all, and you will still die on this illusion!Because it is an obsession that you will never let go, a scar that will never heal, and a painful nightmare that you will never get rid of!

Ke Xun has never been so angry before, but this anger is not like a raging fire, but a boundless ocean, overwhelming him, engulfing him, heavy and suffocating him.

Under this ocean of anger and suffocation, what is condensed and hidden is endless, never-ending sorrow and stinging pain.

During the darkest and most depressing period of Ke Xun's life, he was always wishing to see the people closest to him one more time, even if it was just one more glance, no, even if he only heard their voices, even if there was only one sentence, one title, one more... Light cough...

God knows how much he wanted it.

And right in front of him, the thing he once longed for the most but which was the most impossible to realize suddenly became "true"-even though it was just an illusion, but the infinite longing that had been deeply hidden in his heart was so unbearable. Blocking and depressing, like a volcanic lava on the bottom of the sea, it spewed out crazily.

The raging waves on the sea surface, the black abyss under the sea, and the volcano under the sea.

Anger, sadness, longing.

Ke Xun was suppressed layer by layer on the bottom of the sea, unable to move.

"Xiao Xun...do you miss Dad? Dad misses you very much. Dad is worried about you. He is worried that you won't be able to eat well or dress well by yourself, and won't take good care of yourself."

"Get off - get off!" Ke Xun roared hoarsely, "I'll fucking kill you! Do you know - I will definitely kill you!"

"Xiao Xun, don't you want to talk to Dad? This may...is the last time for us father and son to talk...Xiao Xun, don't you...don't want to listen to Dad's voice more?"

"Get lost..." Ke Xun pulled his hair fiercely with both hands, and buried his face in his arms.

He wanted to hear it, he wanted to hear it, even though it was just an illusion, he still wanted to hear the sound he wanted to hear most.

He missed this voice so much that every time he thought of it, his heart ached.This pain will not weaken with the passage of time. The death of a loved one is a wound that can never be healed in everyone's heart.

"Xiao Xun... Dad is sorry for you. It is Dad's fault that he left you alone in this world and made you endure so much pain and suffering alone. Dad is not a qualified father. I hope... I hope that in the next life, you can Get a better father, take care of you on my behalf, and protect you for the rest of your life..."

"No..." Ke Xun opened his palm, covered his eyes, and squeezed out a low and suppressed voice from under his palm.

Illusion, it's just an illusion, it's fake, of course it's all fake... But he still wants to continue to listen to his "father" talking to him, even if every sentence, every word he speaks makes him feel the pain of disappointment More intense, more painful to the soul.

"Xiao Xun... Dad is very sorry that I can't accompany you to continue to grow, and I can no longer watch you grow from a handsome guy to a man who is indomitable, mature and responsible. Dad is very sorry that I can't watch you succeed in your career. Success, find someone you like, marry her, start a family, and have a cute child like you when you were a child... Dad can no longer protect you, and can no longer accompany you through most of your life... Xiao Xun... Dad is sorry for you, Dad made you suffer..."

"No...no..." Ke Xun murmured, choked with sobs in his desperately suppressed voice.

"Xiao Xun, do you miss Dad?"

Thinking, how can I not think about it, I will think about it when I eat at the empty table at home, I will think about it when I stand in front of the window at home and look out at the whole city from the floor-to-ceiling windows, I will think about it when I fall asleep at night, when I open my eyes in the morning I will think about it, I will think about it when it is raining, I will think about it when it is snowing, I will think about it when I walk on the street, I will think about every father I see.

"Xiao Xun, do you miss Dad?...Son, when Dad was alive, what Dad wanted to hear the most was you telling Dad...you love Dad...Xiao Xun, do you miss Dad? Do you miss Dad? "

Ke Xun covered his eyes, his heavy breathing was accompanied by a strong nasal sound.

He gasped for a long time, and the voice created by the phantom stopped speaking, as if it was quietly waiting for him.

Until Ke Xun finally squeezed out a sound from his throat, choked hoarsely and choked: "... want to..."

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed towards me, almost piercing my skin. In the darkness, there was the roar of the north wind and the rush of the rushing river. Not far in front of Ke Xun, Suddenly there was a loud scream: "Someone has fallen into the water—come quickly—help—someone has fallen into the water!"

"—Save people!" The familiar voice in front of him yelled, and the footsteps rushed towards the distance.

Ke Xun's body froze suddenly, and then he began to tremble uncontrollably.

There was a sound of "wow", as if someone jumped into the water, and the sound of struggling to swim with his arms was mixed with the sound of rushing water and the sound of broken ice on the water surface, mixed with people's exclamation and screams , every sound came into Ke Xun's ears very clearly, even the heavy breathing from that familiar voice.

"It's coming soon—"

"That person will be swimming there soon! Near the drowning man!"

"Catch the drowning man, he has caught the drowning man!"

"No, the clothes on him are too heavy! He didn't have time to take off his clothes when he jumped to save others, and the river water was too cold—he started to struggle!"

"It's almost there, it's almost on the shore, work harder!"

"Not good! not good--the rescuer has lost strength--he's beginning to sink--"

"Savior! Savior—sinking! He's sinking!"

"The drowning person was saved by him! The drowning person's life is not in danger, the rescuer..."

"The savior is dying! He is dying...the savior...the savior is dead..."

Ke Xun shivered coldly, shaking into a ball all over, even the choking in his nasal cavity was shaken to pieces.

A feeling like sinking into deep water, rushing towards him from all directions, the bone-piercing cold and the suffocating feeling of being crushed by the water pressure, incomparably soaked into all the pores and internal organs.

Ke Xun panted subconsciously, and amidst the gurgling underwater sound in his ears, suddenly the familiar voice came again: "Xiao Xun... Dad is in pain... Can you feel it, Xiao Xun? Dad is good in the water." cold... so cold..."

"—Shut up!—Shut up!" Ke Xun tried to suppress the voice with his own voice, but it was of no avail. It came to his ears clearly.

Ke Xun desperately covered his ears with his hands, but the sound pierced through his hands and pierced his ears. He couldn't do anything, everything was just an illusion. What he couldn't bear the most was the pain in his heart.