Paintings of Terror

The courtyard below the building city is very huge, like a medium-sized square in modern times, with a spacious open space, pavilions, rockery, and lively places like shopping malls and bazaars.

But everything always seems to be covered with dust, as if it was eroded by desert wind and sand a few years ago, and it is difficult to clean it even if it is rebuilt hard.

"Like a relic." Shao Ling couldn't describe his mood at the moment. Everything in front of him was both spectacular and frightening. "This place is like a dungeon that has just been unearthed. Maybe there are some buried stories waiting for us to dig."

Listening to Shao Ling's description, Mu Yiran felt something in his heart, but he didn't speak.

"This place is too big. If you just look for the signature without any clues, you probably won't be able to find it in ten years." Looking at the majestic building city, Wei Dong actually missed the ship in the last painting. Although the boat and the sea are vast, they are simple, "Besides, there are too many NPCs..."

Luo He hugged the dog and shivered: "I don't want to stay in this place for ten years..."

"You think it's beautiful, we only have seven days." Wei Dong reminded Luo He mercilessly.

Luo Kuo didn't say a word, Xinchun cried out.

Everyone looked at this magnificent and complex building city, and they all wanted to cry but had no tears.

There is only a simple house in the painting that I saw clearly. Who knew that the structure of the house could be so complicated, and so many vivid NPCs could live in it.

"Look, there are a lot of people gathered on the platform on the second floor." Du Lingyu pointed to a basketball court-sized platform on the second floor. It was indeed full of people, and people from all floors seemed to be rushing in that direction.

"That's probably where the incident happened." Qin Ci slowed down his pace, "The jade of the deceased that the lamplighter mentioned should be there."

"This is the first obvious clue that the painting gave us." Zhu Haowen also stopped, not intending to squeeze into the crowd.

"If this is a clue, then the signature is on Yuxia's body? Are we looking for a signature on a corpse?" Cao Youning felt that his voice didn't quite resemble him anymore. Everything today is too illusory. I really hope this is just a field dream.

"It's Xiayu," Xi Shengnan corrected him, "it's not Yuxia."

"It's just a person in the painting, and it's dead. It has nothing to do with us." Cao Youning was in a bad mood, not thinking about Xiayu or Yuxia at all, and felt that the so-called dead person in the painting was like The doll in white that my sister used to scare me when I was young was dragged and crawled on the floor face down with loose hair.

"Xiayu, why do I feel that this name is familiar? If I remember correctly, the word Xia should be flawless." Du Lingyu seemed to have remembered something, and turned to look at Xi Shengnan: "Sister Xi, I remember In your novel..."

Xi Shengnan looked at everyone's eyes: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, there is a heroine in my novel named Xiayu, and that is my first novel."

Unexpectedly, Xi Shengnan is not only a photographer, but also a novelist.

"It's just a hobby." Xi Shengnan said lightly.

At this time, a few people passed by the members, with the mentality of watching the excitement: "Miss Xiayu is really pitiful. If you ask me, this name is unlucky, and Meiyu has flaws."

"Some of you said that it's still a set. If you can measure characters, what do you want those Wu adults to do?" Another person said.

"Let's listen to what Master Wu has to say, the murderer can't escape Wu's eyes."

Several people walked towards the platform where the crowd gathered on the second floor while talking.

"Meiyu Wuxia, Sister Xi, this is exactly the same as the name of the heroine you wrote." Du Lingyu's voice trembled slightly, she didn't understand how the painting got everyone's information, and it was able to capture the written works written by the members.

Xi Shengnan's face was not very good-looking, even if it was just a coincidence, it was an unlucky coincidence.

"Sister Xi, how did Xia Yu in the novel die?" Wei Dong asked.

Xi Shengnan twitched the corners of his mouth: "He didn't die, Xiayu didn't die in the novel, and in the end she obtained happiness through her own efforts."

For some reason, Weidong felt that it was even more pathetic that Xiayu was not dead, and the wicked Huatui seemed to want to kill happy and beautiful things for others to see.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence, let's find out the surname of Xia Yu here first." Lu Heng was trying to comfort Xi Shengnan.

Xi Shengnan seemed a little hesitant, his eyes turned around in the crowd, and finally fell on Mu Yiran's face.

Mu Yiran: "The shorter the time we stay in the painting, the better. I suggest that we divide into three groups now. One group goes back to the room where we live to find clues; the second group walks around. Even if there are no clues, they can understand this Local rules are fine; the last group goes downstairs to the scene of the incident."

"I'll go down and have a look." Fang Fei said bluntly. At this moment, she has made a simple change to her clothes, and tightly tied the wide gauze for her head around her waist, making her look very neat.

"I'll go too!" Wei Dong followed closely behind.

Wei Dong's rare heroism and generosity stunned Luo Kuo, who was beside him. Luo Kuo whispered, "I won't go...I'm not used to dead bodies..."

Lu Heng's words were addressed to Xi Shengnan: "Don't think too much, let's go to a few less people to find out."

Xi Shengnan wanted to go but was a little timid, so he could only nod at this moment: "You all pay attention to safety."

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran exchanged glances, and went together behind Weidong: "When did you become so courageous? Dare to go forward alone."

The current Weidong has indeed grown a lot, he seldom calls out "Ke'er, big brother" for help, seeing today's Luo Yu "brother, brother-in-law" every day, reminds Weidong of himself in the past.

"Rush forward alone?" Wei Dong pointed to Fang Fei who was walking in front: "She's still quite emboldening."

Ke Xun: "..."

Fang Fei walked in the front, and the tunic padded gown fit her very well. Under the candlelight, the fabric of the padded padded gown showed matte exotic patterns, with flowers and birds inside the round beaded patterns.

Wei Dong looked at the pattern on his clothes, and it was similar to everyone else: "I think the birds on it seem to be crows."

"Touching wood is unlucky." Ke Xun said expressionlessly.

"Holy shit, are you Haowen'er up?" Wei Dong stopped talking as he spoke, and everyone had already reached the second floor, and there seemed to be someone in the crowd in front of them arguing loudly.

——"It's him! It must be him! The Xiao family has always wanted to marry the Chu family, but now that hope has failed, he simply killed Xiayu!" It seemed that someone was identifying the murderer.

People's eyes were almost focused on the face of a red-faced young man. The young man's eyes flickered a few times, and then he defended himself: "Anyway, I didn't kill her. Even if the marriage fails, I don't need to kill anyone."

Soon someone said: "You said something like this, you said that if you can't get it, others can't get it! When you said this, many of us were present!"

"I..." The young man was speechless for a while.

The voices of these people were so loud that Ke Xun could hear them clearly even when they were standing outside the crowd.

Wei Dong couldn't help complaining to Ke Xun in a low voice: "Why is this plot so bloody, it's a bit like a bloody drama written by a third-rate editor in the 00s..."

"Don't say that, Sheng Nan is a serious writer." Lu Heng who was standing aside suddenly said.

This sentence contains a lot of information, Ke Xun turned his face to look at Lu Heng, and Fang Fei, who was standing in front of several people, also turned around: "You mean, what happened now is consistent with the plot in the book? "

Wei Dong also expressed surprise: "Have you read that book? Women's novels?"

Fang Fei's eyes drifted over Wei Dong's face: Is this the point...

Lu Heng first answered Wei Dong's words: "Yes, I have read it. It was Sheng Nan's debut novel, and it was published on the website of a women's literature city. Feeling true..."

"Dude, get to the point." Wei Dong reminded.

Lu Heng cleared his throat with some embarrassment: "The heroine Xiayu, also surnamed Chu, had an engagement with the Xiao family before. Later, the Xiao family declined, and the Chu family unilaterally dissolved the engagement."

The young man identified by everyone is from the Xiao family. According to the analysis of people's speech, he had a marriage contract with the deceased Xia Yu before, and he once said cruel words in front of everyone, "If you can't ask for it, it's better to kill it". Taking it out as evidence, Xiao Lang couldn't argue.

After listening to Lu Heng's words, several people were quiet for a while. Fang Fei looked at Ke Xun first: "I don't believe that this painting will read our inner world one by one like last time."

Ke Xun thought for a while and asked Lu Heng: "Did Xi Shengnan know the photographer Bi Di before?"

"I don't think I know each other. Bidi passed away in the 90s. Besides, the cities where these two people live are far away, so it is unlikely that they will meet." Lu Heng hesitated for a moment, then added: "The only The intersection is probably photography."

But why did Hua choose Xi Shengnan's novel as the first clue?If Xi Shengnan had no special relationship with the painter, would the scene like today happen to every member in the future?

Ke Xun looked at Fang Fei: "I don't believe that this painting will follow the old path of one painting, digging deep into the inner information of each member."

Through the stream of figures, Wei Dong vaguely saw the dead person Xiayu lying there, covered with a gray cloth, with dark red blood seeping from under the cloth, the blood flowed like a gelled stream, stopping Stationed in one direction, as if intending to identify the murderer.

Wei Dong's heart trembled, he got closer to Ke Xun, and then he felt a little more at ease.

"I think this painting is just borrowed from the novel written by Sister Xi, and it has been changed a lot. Sister Xi said just now that the heroine is not dead at all, and has lived a happy life." Weidong said of himself In his opinion, "This story has developed to the present, and it has little to do with that novel."

Lu Heng pursed his slightly thick lips. Under the candlelight, his facial features were closer to those of Southeast Asians: "This is Sheng Nan's first novel. She once revealed that it is almost a semi-autobiographical novel. , I’ve heard that many authors’ first novels are somewhat autobiographical.”

The flickering candlelight was as vague and ominous as what Lu Heng said——autobiography, isn't the deceased Xia Yu the incarnation of Xi Shengnan himself?

The candle flames jumped more and more violently, but the crowd suddenly fell silent, a gust of wind rushed towards them with momentum and aura, and someone whispered: "Lord Wu is here."