Paintings of Terror

When Wei Dong saw the so-called Master Wu for the first time, he almost let out a groan, and his body went limp, but Ke Xun promptly and forcefully supported him: "It's tight, it's a mask."

Mrs. Wu wore a slightly old dark long cotton robe, a pale mask, a pair of crescent moon eyes, and a laughing mouth that cracked to the ear, all of which were as black as the bottom of a pot.There are some black radioactive lines around the eyes, as if the eyes are emitting black light. These lines are all over the mask, and it is worrying that the mask will be cut by these sharp lines at any time.

"Master Wu's eyes are like torches." Although the people's attitudes were not humble, they were filled with admiration for Mr. Wu.

Wei Dong finally restrained his accelerated heartbeat, but he still couldn't look straight at Mr. Wu calmly—especially those eyes with countless black rays, which were really "torch-like eyes".

Afraid of what to come, Master Wu slowly stopped when he walked past Ke Xun and Weidong, and approached with a masked face, as if "looking" at them, especially those crooked black eyes and Black mouth, the endless dark abyss inside seems to be able to suck people into it.

Finally, Master Wu nodded slightly, and continued to walk slowly towards the place where the corpse was.

Wei Dong's soul was frightened, and he tried his best to calm himself down, while Lu Heng leaned on Wei Dong's body.

Wei Dong wiped off his cold sweat: Luckily, Luo Luo didn't follow, otherwise he would have been scared on the spot.

Lu Heng's whole body was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't finish wiping it off. Now he wanted to ask the old members, did such scary NPCs often appear in previous paintings?And how on earth did the old members live through so many paintings without being frightened into crazy.

Ke Xun is also afraid, not because of Mr. Wu's weird mask, but... This world seems to have fixed rules that cannot be broken. Members have names in this world. This must not be groundless, but more like Is preparing for the next role-playing.

Master Wu's status seems to be high, so what is the status of this group of people in this world?What kind of tasks will be assigned?What kind of punishment will be imposed if the rules are violated?

At this time, everyone on the second floor was silent, and even the whole building was silent. People reverently left the right to speak to Lord Wu.

Everyone lowered their heads slightly, and Ke Xun and the others had to do as the Romans did. They followed everyone and lowered their heads slightly, but their ears were pricked up to listen to the slightest movement.

Lord Wu lifted the white cloth covering the dead body, perhaps the cloth was too old, and even the rustling sound became mature and dull, as if he didn't want to attract the attention of unrelated people.

"Lord Wu," a strange voice sounded, it seemed to be someone in charge who was guarding the corpse, "The murderer is vicious and vicious. He not only stabbed the deceased several times, but also disfigured the deceased. The deceased was good at playing the piano, and the murderer To cut off all the bones of his fingers is extremely cruel."

Lord Wu remained silent for a long time, and the person in charge also fell silent.

The rustling sound of the old cloth sounded again, as if the cloth had been put on the dead man again.

The person in charge couldn't help but said again: "Master Wu, we all suspect that Xiao Hu did it, because the marriage failed, he became murderous..."

"I don't have one, Mr. Wu wants to make the decision for me!" Xiao Hu's apology echoed in the building, like the passionate lines in a stage play.

Another strange voice sounded hastily: "Master Mo Yawu, your lord is looking into the eyes of the dead."

Ke Xun couldn't help raising his head slightly, because he was tall, and the other people just lowered their heads, so they could see the situation on Mr. Wu's side - the whole body of the deceased was covered by a white cloth, and Mr. Wu's tall body was like a shrimp. The same bowed down, the masked face seemed to be looking at the corpse through the white cloth.

Master Wu watched for a long time.

"The murderer is a woman." Mrs. Wu finally spoke, perhaps because of the thick mask, the voice seemed to be covered by someone's mouth, very strange.

Everyone was silent for a while, and suddenly someone said: "That's Xiao Hu's concubine! She must be jealous of Xia Yu! That's what she did!"

Gradually, voices of echo came one after another, like the wind blowing into the poplar forest, causing a crackling sound—"This woman is so vicious! She is jealous of Xiayu's beauty! Jealous of Xiayu's ability to play the piano!"—"Hmph, Now she buried herself in it too! The Chu family will not let her go! Our Lantern Brigade will not let her go!" —— "The people in the Yingshi Brigade are black-hearted! They can't see the light there! "—"Get her out, our Lantern Brigade is not easy to bully!"...

There was a strange sound, and everyone shut up.

The sound was like lightly flicking egg shells with fingers, and the sound rang in everyone's ears very clearly. The sound was not loud, more like a different kind of whisper.

Ke Xun's eyes were fixed on that Lord Wu, and he couldn't believe that the voice just now was Lord Wu tapping his chin with his fingers - the chin of the mask.

"That woman will have retribution." Mrs. Wu said.

Perhaps it was the magical deterrent effect brought by "knocking the chin", people no longer talked about it, and after respectfully watching Mr. Wu leave, no one said anything more about this time, at most one sentence-"The light will bless the flawed jade, Let her rest in peace."

Soon, the 'death of flawed jade' became no longer fresh, and people scattered and went their separate ways.

Xiayu's body was still covered with a white cloth, and several people guarded it.

Ke Xun and the others had no reason to stay here anymore, so they went upstairs along the steps they came from.

Lu Heng walked at the back, holding on to the handrail of the stairs, and finally managed to get the strength to go upstairs. Wei Dong gave him a hand: "It's not night yet, nothing will happen during the day, don't worry."

It's okay if you don't listen, but upon hearing this, Lu Heng became even more limp: "At night, will death really happen? Will it happen?"

Weidong was silent, just dragged him upstairs.

Fang Fei walked in the front without saying a word.

Ke Xun: "You are not a good person. Going downstairs to see the dead body is not your point of interest."

Fang Fei turned to look at Ke Xun.

Ke Xun: "You may have discovered something, and you are eager to go downstairs for verification."

Fang Fei's black eyes swept over Ke Xun, and looked down at the bracelet on her wrist.

Ke Xun: "Is it related to that Master Wu?"

Fang Fei nodded, and took off the earthenware bracelet in her hand: "I wanted to talk about it when I went back. Since you thought about it in advance, let's take a look at this."

Ke Xun took this rough and wide bracelet, saying that its simplicity is good, but to put it bluntly, it is rough, just like the ones made by beginners, and it is not even round enough: "It's really ugly."

Fang Fei: "..."

"Fuck, Keer, you already have a boyfriend, what's the point of flirting with a girl's bracelet?" Wei Dong's tone seemed to be scolding Jia Baoyu.

Ke Xun acted as if he didn't hear, and he was holding the bracelet seriously, his fingers resting on the inner circle of the bracelet: "Is there a word here? It seems to be a single character with simple strokes."

Wei Dong: "Fuck you, Shao Ling's upper body?"

Fang Fei looked around and nodded before nodding: "It's a word for 'witch'."

Maybe it's because the character 'Wu' is special in this world, and the other three were quite surprised. Weidong recalled the horrible scene when Lord Wu approached him just now: "No wonder he watched us for a long time, and finally nodded at us. It seems...meet a colleague? Is that the meaning of greeting?"

Lu Heng stammered and said from behind: "Did he nod at that time? I thought he was laughing... His head was shaking from laughing..."

"..."

Fang Fei: "Let's go back first, what did Mu Yiran say? Where are we going to gather?"

"It's where we just came in. The room next to the corridor should be the place this world has arranged for us. Let's go back to the room first. Brother Qin Haowen'er and the others went to check on other floors, and they should be back." Ke Xun looked In a gauze lamp next to it, a flame as big as a fist flickered, beautiful and terrifying.

Fang Fei smiled faintly, and couldn't believe that Ke Xun and Mu Yiran just met eyes, whispered a few words, and discussed so many things.

"Which floor did we come down from just now?" Lu Heng looked at the huge rectangular patio and the almost identical rooms on the upper and lower sides, "What if we can't find it?!"

Wei Dong's tone was comforting: "We're on the ninth floor, next to the stairs, and there's a crow drawn on the lantern at the door."

"Touch the wood." Ke Xun's voice came from above the stairs.

Wei Dong subconsciously touched the wooden pillars of the stairs: "That's a crow. I'm an artist, can't I tell the difference between a crow and other birds? Although it's not blacked out, the figure, head and mouth are definitely crows !——Lu Heng, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm orniphobic..." Lu Heng wanted to cry but had no tears.

"……Feel sorry."

"Fortunately, it's not that serious. It's mainly the moa's beak..." Lu Heng tried his best to distract himself from such uncomfortable things. "By the way, there is one more thing that I want everyone to keep secret."

Both Ke Xun and Fang Fei slowed down, looking at Lu Heng who was pale.

Lu Heng: "A moment ago, I didn't want Sheng Nan to know about Xiayu being disfigured by the murderer and cutting off her fingers. She looks strong, but she is actually very fragile. Please, everyone."

Everyone didn't make a sound, it was tacit consent.

Wei Dong and Lu Heng walked behind and couldn't help but said, "Are you trying to chase her?"

Lu Heng smiled wryly: "You can see all of this."

"It's pretty obvious."

"It's a pity that she didn't agree. She has been hurt before, so she doesn't believe in feelings." Lu Heng's soft voice was firm, "I learned photography because of her. I didn't know anything about it before, and I wasn't interested. "

Wei Dong looked at the camera hanging on Lu Heng's chest. People seemed to be no strangers to this thing when he was walking in the crowd just now. That is to say, in this age-indistinguishable world, cameras already existed.

Lu Heng's murmured voice came again: "I... just secretly took pictures of Xiayu."