Paintings of Terror

"Damn!" Wei Dong threw the ticket on the ground and stepped on it hard, "Can you tear it up and burn it?! Can you?!"

Doctor Qin shook his head: "The consequence of damage is death in the real world, and the death conditions are all tragic or unbearable."

Wei Dong bent down to pick up the ticket, and laughed "hehe", full of despair and helplessness.

Ke Xun put the ticket back in his pocket, and looked up at Mu Yiran.

Then it was discovered that the big guy was wearing a neat and elegant suit on his upper body, and only a pair of boxer briefs on his lower body.

Ke Xun: "..." Before leaving the painting, he took off his pants.

No wonder she stared at him with eyes that wanted to swallow him alive just now.

"Cough," Ke Xun hurried over, "Boss, I was wrong. You first take off your outer clothes to block the bottom, I will call a taxi and park it at the back door, and then Dongzi and I will escort you to the car. Your family is Is it from this city?"

Big Brother Mu continued to eat him alive with his eyes.

"Not from this city? Then, you go to my house first. My house is very close to here. Put on my clothes first, okay?" Ke Xun said and winked at Weidong.

Wei Dong nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, you can't go directly to the hotel like this, there are people everywhere, it's not convenient to go to my house, my parents are here, Ke Er lives alone, there is no one else at home, I am not afraid of being seen, and it is convenient to do something... Cough, I mean, it is very convenient to take a shower, change clothes, etc. We have been in the painting for so long, and we are struggling every day , your body is completely dirty, boss, you can see that you are a clean person, can you still endure the need to go home and change it?"

These words probably meant that Zhong Mu was a bit jealous, as expected, he frowned tightly and didn't speak out against it.

Ke Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Dr. Qin: "What are your plans? Why don't you go to my house first?"

Doctor Qin smiled and shook his head: "No, I want to go back first, my family is not from this city, and I still have time to buy tickets to get home before evening, so let's not live here, after all, we will meet again soon See you, take care."

As he said that, he left the exhibition hall first with tired steps.

The owner of the pancake stall and Ma Zhenhua were still slumped on the ground, each smelling like urine.

"I said boss, let's take it easy now," Wei Dong stepped forward and pulled up the pancake boss, "Go back and wash up and rest, don't do stupid things, this time we have a big fate, maybe If you can escape safely this time, it’s up to you, right? Go back quickly.”

The owner of the pancake stand was like a marionette, listening to what others said, and left the exhibition hall in a daze.

The rest of Ma Zhenhua ignored him, Ke Xun went to pull Mu Yiran's arm, but he shook it off, coldly took off the top suit jacket, and put it under his body.

Ke Xun asked Weidong to go outside to call a car, and the three of them left through the back door of the art museum in a secretive manner.

As soon as he went out, he saw that it was raining, and Wei Dong couldn't help feeling strange: "It was raining when we entered the painting, why is it still falling when we leave the painting? Master, has it been raining for the past few days?"

The driver was even more surprised than him: "My buddy is a foreigner, right? It has been raining here for a while."

"Huh?" Wei Dong was about to refute, but Ke Xun stretched out his hand and pressed him, and quickly shut up.

Ke Xun took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and saw that the signal that had disappeared for a long time had returned, and the date and time of the connection on it clearly showed the time before the two entered the painting.

Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran in a low voice: "Is the time we passed in the painting not linked to reality?"

Mu Yiran ignored him.

Ke Xun nodded clearly: "In other words, no matter how long we stay in the painting, the time in the real world stays before entering the painting."

As he spoke, he took out the ticket in his pocket, and looked at the time printed on it again.

The next painting time is 13 days later.

Ke Xun lived in a new house in a new residential area in the city center that had been built for only two years after he sold the house left by his parents.

Ke Xun lives on the top floor. The house is not small, but there is not much furniture. The biggest piece is the double bed in the bedroom, which is a three-piece metallic blue bed.

Ke Xun took out his own set of clothes from the built-in closet and handed them to Mu Yiran: "Just make do with it, mine are all casual and sporty, I don't have formal clothes."

Fortunately, Mu Yiran didn't show any contempt, took the clothes expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Go out."

"Do you want to take a shower before changing?" Ke Xun asked him.

Mu Yi suddenly paused, and sure enough, he went to the bathroom first.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing with a "bang", Ke Xun scratched his head and stretched his back.

Looking around his empty and simple house, Ke Xun felt that everything still seemed particularly unreal.

In fact, since he changed from a child in an ordinary but beautiful family to an orphan alone, he felt that his life seemed to have entered an unreal dream.

Everything in this dream is like the house he lives in now, pale and empty, monotonous and cold.

Ke Xun smiled, turned and went into the kitchen.

After Mu Yiran came out of the bathroom, he found that half of his clothes hanging outside were gone, not even the boxer briefs. He frowned, and the veins on his forehead twitched wildly.

Suppressing his anger, he reluctantly put on the clothes that Ke Xun gave him. The upper body is a white T-shirt, and the lower body is a pair of light gray sweatpants. It is comfortable and loose to wear, and the length is just right, but when he looks in the mirror, he feels a little uncomfortable .

Mu Yiran never wears this style of clothes. The self in the mirror feels like someone else, with a little less self-control and sharpness, and a little more informality.

Combing the wet hair neatly with fingers, Mu Yiran took a few more glances at the mirror.

Still feel something is wrong.

Is it because this white T-shirt makes him look like a pure college student?

Mu Yiran made his eyes look a little deeper.

No, it's still not right.

Frowning, he stared at himself in the mirror.

After a long time, I finally found the root cause.

On the white T in the mirror, a series of deafening English words were printed in black thunderbolt body: HT?idAmAI.

The small blue veins on the forehead made a cracking sound.

Mu Yiran walked out of the bathroom with a thick layer of frost on his face, glanced across the empty living room, and saw nothing but a few beanbag sofas slumped on the white wooden floor just like their owners.

There were a few noises in the kitchen, and Mu Yi suddenly walked over, and through the glass door with a black titanium frame, he saw Ke Xun stirring something in the pot with one hand in his pocket and the other with a spoon.

Can this person cook?

As if aware of it, Ke Xun turned his head, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: it's too cute to be dressed so youthfully with an iceberg dead face.

Seeing Mu Yiran's uneasy expression, Ke Xun put on a serious face with a sense of current affairs, ran over and opened the door, and smiled harmlessly: "Are you hungry? I'll make coconut curry fried rice, it'll be ready soon, you go first Take a break, the water in the water dispenser was replaced yesterday, so rest assured to drink."

Seeing that Mu Yiran was still showing him a dead face, Ke Xun thought for a while, and added: "If you don't like to drink plain water, there are instant coffee and milk tea bags under the water dispenser, and Coke and green tea in the refrigerator. No, wait until I go downstairs to the convenience store to buy you Nutrition Express?"

Mu Yiran's veins popped up again.

Ke Xun observed his words, and quickly reached out to close the glass door: "There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, go sit in the living room."

"Clothes." Mu Yiran squeezed out a few words coldly between his teeth.

"Oh, I stuffed the clothes you changed into my pockets. I'll take them to the dry cleaners to wash them in a while. They've been worn in the painting for several days. Wash them to get rid of bad luck." Ke Xun closed the door and walked back to the stove Continue to stir the rice in the wok.

Mu Yiran didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, turned around and went to his bedroom.

Opening the white closet, there are clothes of various colors hanging inside, looking through the styles, it turns out that they are all casual and relaxed styles, most of which are T-shirts, sweaters and pants.

Mu Yiran picked out a white T with only a brand logo on the chest and put it on again, and hung the one on his body, and was about to close the cabinet door, but saw more than a dozen photos crookedly pasted on the inner wall of the cabinet.

After a glance, Ke Xun was found in most of the photos.

There was him who was flamboyant and unruly when he was young, there was him who was young and handsome when he was young, and there was him who was ignorant and cute when he was young.

Others are his parents and family members, or his friends and partners, or his cats and dogs. Every photo is full of life, and every picture is full of carefree and happy atmosphere. .

It is like a different world from the house he lives in now.

Mu Yiran took a second look at the photo of Ke Xun's parents.

Ke Xun's appearance can be regarded as a combination of all the strengths of his parents, with bright eyebrows and clear outlines, cute in childhood, handsome in boyhood, and handsome in youth.

As if to match this evaluation, Mu Yiran saw a photo of Ke Xun with a medal on his chest and a smirk, with a line of ink writing: "I am me, the guy who is handsome enough to win the gold medal——Ke Xunti" .

"..." Mu Yi suddenly closed his blinded eyes.

Just before closing the cabinet door, unfortunately, I caught a glimpse of a line of inscription on another photo of Ke Xun training in the crotch-riding posture: The world is so amazing, to create this handsome guy——Ke Xunti.

When Dashuai Ke came out of the kitchen with two plates of coconut curry fried rice, he saw Mu Yiran standing in front of the French window looking out.

The sky in the city is very overcast, the gray three-dimensional clouds are covered with a thin golden light, the rain is still falling, but a rainbow has appeared in the distance, the white buildings and gray buildings with high and low under the eyes, under the filter color of the drizzle , quite a little fresh taste.

"The view is good." Ke Xun stretched out his feet, hooked out the low table that was blocked behind the lazy sofa, and put the rice on it. "I just chose the high-rise here to stand tall and see far. Come on, Eat." He took out two bottles of green tea from his armpit and put them on.

Mu Yiran turned to look at him.

Afraid that he would continue to carry it, Ke Xun pointed at the fried rice: "Every grain is hard work, if you don't eat it, I have to throw it all away."

Mu Yiran walked over with a blank expression on his face, and as soon as his butt touched the sofa, he sank into it unexpectedly, directly changing from a sitting position to a standing position, full marks for Beijing paralysis.

Mu Yiran: "..."

Seeing that the big man's face turned cold again, Ke Xun quickly laughed along with him: "Isn't it because I seldom have foreigners here? My buddies all seem to be paraplegic when they come in. I hate them when they come here." If I can’t lie down, I can go to the toilet, so I didn’t buy a serious sofa, so you just make do with it, it’s usually just me, I don’t sit on the sofa, I just sit on the floor.”

Mu Yiran endured it again and again, finally sat firmly on the sofa, picked up the spoon in the bowl with a gloomy face.

Shrimp, cod, scallops, green peppers, red peppers, served with golden coconut-flavored curry sauce, thickly mixed with rice, full of color and fragrance.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Ke Xun, who was sitting opposite, looked at him with narrowed eyes.

After a long time, Mu Yi suddenly let out a "huh".

The author has something to say:

HTidAmAI is the image in the mirror, the original sentence should be read in reverse (^x^)