Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun took the phone away from his ear, and smiled into the microphone: "Then let's see you in the next painting."

This way you don't have to hear the other person say goodbye.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Yiran received a text message from Ke Xun, which was his V signal, and did not include his address.

Obviously waiting for him to add his V letter.

Mu Yiran stared at this string of numbers for a long time, and finally added him when he thought he was quite reluctant.

The head portrait of this person is an eye. Ke Xun's own eyes are black and white, with a smile. The corners and ends of the eyes have obvious arcs. If you look closely, there seems to be something in the pupil. When you click it to enlarge it, you can see it is four Small print: what to look at.

Mu Yiran: "..."

The man's nickname was Corgi.

Mu Yiran: "..."

The message from "Korky" came quickly: Mooney God!mwah!

Mooney: Address.

Corgi:)))8”

Mooney:))) 1"

Corgi:)))10”

Mooney:))) 4"

Corgi: Alright, I'll send you our special products later.

Mooney: I'm off.

Corgi: Lord, walk slowly, Lord, you often come [色/se]

The moment before Mu Yiran closed the dialog box, he found that Corgi's profile picture had been replaced by a stick figure with black lines on a white background and slanted eyes.

Early the next morning, Wei Dong went to the room.

"Huh? I'm still waiting to catch the rape in bed, why are you alone?" Wei Dong lifted the quilt from Ke Xun's body, revealing a half-naked single dog.

Ke Xun pulled off the quilt and wrapped himself up again, closing his eyes: "Get lost."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrree, get up quickly." Wei Dong stretched out his legs and kicked him.

Ke Xun sat up and rubbed his hair: "Why?"

Wei Dong was a little anxious: "What are you talking about, hurry up and find a way, there are only twelve days left, do you really want to enter the painting again?"

Ke Xun yawned: "It's as if you have a way to avoid painting."

Wei Dong paused, then sighed: "It's up to people, what if there is a way?"

Ke Xun raised his eyes and looked at him: "Boss Mu and Doctor Qin can't do anything, do you think we two scumbags can be better than them?"

Wei Dong pulled his hair: "I don't want to accept my fate! When I went back to see my mother yesterday, I rushed over to her head. I couldn't bear to part with my mother, even though she slapped my teeth all over the ground... I didn't dare Tell them about the painting, lest the old couple think their son is crazy, I stayed up half the night last night, so I wrote a suicide note to them in my room, and I cried all the time, I don’t want to die Ah Ke Er! I still have a great life to enjoy! I don’t have a girlfriend yet!”

Ke Xun lowered his head to put on his clothes, washed out of the bathroom, and went into the kitchen.

Wei Dong followed in, watching Ke Xun boil milk, fry eggs and cut ham, he was dazed for a while, and murmured: "Looking at these, I realized how beautiful the peaceful and ordinary life is... The more I think about it, the more I feel unwilling , why did you choose me..."

"I think there is a reason for everything," Ke Xun cut his head, "but the reason may only be found in the painting. We have only entered one painting, and we don't know anything about the other paintings, so we can't learn from it." Find connections or clues, so instead of complaining here, it’s better to be positive and think of a way to safely deal with the next painting, and then maybe we can find a breakthrough.”

"You're right," Wei Dong managed to pull himself together, "but how do we deal with the next painting? We don't even know what the painting is about yet."

Ke Xun made two simple sandwiches, put them on a plate and handed Weidong one, and then sat down at the dining table: "Let's go find the pancake stand owner in a while, we have to go in together for the next painting, why don't we get together first Think about it."

However, when the two came to the place where the pancake stall owner usually set out, they didn't see anyone.

"That buddy's mental quality is not good, and it may take a few days." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun asked the owner of a nearby stall that also sold breakfast and snacks to get the mobile phone number of the pancake stall owner, and then dialed it.

No one answered.

"Who knows where he lives?" Ke Xun asked.

The egg-filled biscuit boss pointed in one direction: "He rents a house in Xingfu Community."

"Thank you." Ke Xun called Shang Weidong and ran to the happy community.

When I entered the door, I asked the doorman which building the person who pushed the pancake cart lived in, and then found the door of the house.

After knocking on the door for a long time, there was no answer. The two looked at each other, and saw the neighbor opened the door and poked his head out: "Don't knock, there is no one in his house."

Ke Xun: "Do you know where he went?"

Neighbor: "Let someone from the mental hospital take it away."

Wei Dong was surprised: "Psychiatric hospital?"

Neighbor: "No, just be alone, go crazy when you say crazy, smash things and walls, cry until your eyes are bleeding, and almost push his wife off the balcony."

Ke Xun and Wei Dong looked at each other, and Ke Xun asked, "What about his wife?"

Neighbor: "I went to the psychiatric hospital to go through the formalities. It is estimated that her old man will be hospitalized for a long time. I heard from the doctor that his condition is quite serious. Maybe once he enters, he will never come out again."

When he went downstairs, Wei Dong's eyes were terrified: "Do you think this is the sequelae brought out from the painting? We won't go crazy all of a sudden, right?"

Ke Xun took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and connected after three beeps: "Boss, the owner of the pancake stall is crazy, is there anything to say here?"

Wei Dong opened his eyes and looked at him.

Mu Yiran paused for a moment, and said: "This is the mandatory restriction rule of 'painting', once you tell others about the things you experienced in the painting, or the world in the painting, it is likely that people will be judged." Crazy, and 'painting' turns you into a real lunatic, a psychopath, and drives you crazy to death."

Ke Xun also paused: "...Damn. This way of being harmonized is quite smooth."

Mu Yiran said calmly: "So, no matter whether you write a suicide note or make a will, don't mention the painting to outsiders, it's useless."

Wei Dong leaned over and heard it, and sighed: "This is really a bloody suffering."

"Is there anything else?" Mu Yiran asked.

Ke Xun glanced left and right, and lowered his voice: "Boss, since you often hang out abroad, can you get a gun?"

Mu Yiran chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone, seemed to be mocking, but also seemed helpless: "It's useless, it will be invalid. I tried to take it with me when I entered the second painting, but it didn't work at all after I entered.

"Not just guns, but other cold weapons as well. Qin Ci brought a sharp scalpel. After entering, not only the tip of the knife became round, but the entire blade became five or six centimeters thick, no different from a piece of scrap iron.

"Not to mention that there is a security check when entering the art museum, no matter whether it is on the body or in the bag, you cannot bring in prohibited items.

"Even for everyday objects, their corresponding functions will be blocked in a targeted manner after they enter the painting. For example, mobile phones are usually only reserved for the functions of checking the time and lighting. Depending on the background of the painting, it may occasionally remain. Next, take pictures or play music.

"As for the shape of other things after they are put into the painting, you can try it."

After hanging up the phone, Ke Xun stretched his hands at Wei Dong: "Then there's nothing left to do, let's go back and practice the ability of Taoist priests in Maoshan to draw talismans."

Weidong thought for a while: "Prohibited weapons are not allowed, so let's prepare some other things that can be used by the head office? Such as flashlights, tents, food, ropes, etc. What do you think?"

Ke Xun laughed: "Do you think Mu Yiran and Dr. Qin brought anything with them when they put on a painting?"

Wei Dong was stunned: "It seems that I didn't bring anything."

Ke Xun: "According to my speculation, first of all, 'painting' will not let us starve to death, otherwise there is no need to make any horrible things to harm us, just trap us in a room without doors and windows, no With food, we can die collectively, so why bother with those things? As for tents, no one cares so much about life and death, and it’s not too cumbersome to carry them. Keep the same and adapt to the ever-changing, simply don’t bring anything and go hard.”

Wei Dong: "I'm not an expert, I just want to have a good meal before I die, and strongly request that I bring a few packs of chocolate beef jerky next time I go to the painting."

When [-]-day defender Dong arrived at the No. [-] exhibition hall of Changhe Art Museum with a backpack of food on his back and Ke Xun, he found that bringing his own food was useless.

The process of entering the second painting is the same as the first painting. First, all the lights go out, and then a beam of light without a light source is turned on, and it is shining on one of the paintings hanging in the exhibition hall.

Before being sucked into the painting, Ke Xun desperately opened his eyes wide to see the picture clearly, but he could only see a blurry piece of colorful flowers, and in the colorful flowers, there was a pair of fine black and white. The eyes, with drooping eyelids, are filled with a kind and joyful smile.

It took Ke Xun a long time to open his eyes, because it was too bright, and he suddenly went from a dark art gallery exhibition hall to a very bright place.

What caught the eye was the blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains and grasslands, and the blinding sunlight.

It's like a tourist destination.

Ke Xun froze for a moment, he was prepared for the eerie scene, but unexpectedly changed his painting style unexpectedly.

Turning to look at Weidong beside him, the two of them petrified together on the spot.

"...What the hell..." Wei Dong stared at him dumbfounded.

Both of them were dressed in rags.

"So are we going to play beggars this time?" Wei Dong lowered his head and stretched the clothes on his body, "Why does this look so much like the gray robe wizard Gandalf?"

Ke Xun was wondering which era the clothes belonged to, when he heard someone call not far away: "This way."

Following the sound, he saw that it was the doctor Qin Ci, also wearing similar clothes, sitting on a big rock, and there were several people standing beside him, besides Ma Zhenhua who survived the last painting, there were three or five strangers. Faces, each with a look of horror and bewilderment.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong walked over, glanced at the newcomers first, and saw two young girls, only eighteen or nineteen years old, one was thin and tall, the other was slightly fat and short.

The tall one is a long-haired beauty, her face is pale at this moment, and there are still tears in the corners of her eyes.

The chubby one was unremarkable in appearance, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, frightened and dazed.

The other few, a 23-year-old young man, were frantically tinkering with their mobile phones, and the rest looked like a family of three, a middle-aged couple in their forties with a child who looked like a junior high school student.

Ke Xun frowned, and a burst of anger rushed straight to the top door.

And children.

And kids!

"Damn it!" Ke Xun couldn't hold back, and kicked a stone away, which made several newcomers tremble and looked at him nervously.