Paintings of Terror

"The cool wind gently blows into my clothes, and I can't hear the sound when I steal it in summer. The days pass by in a hurry, and I have a lot of emotions. I miss the colorful scene. With the wind, you step into my heart , changed my life in a single breath. No matter how much enthusiasm I put in, I can’t count the truth, but I don’t need to be afraid anymore—the wind and rain—”

Shao Ling looked at Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Luo Kuo speechlessly on the snowy ground far away, basking in the sun, roaring and singing, and running wild against the cold wind.

"Winter is Coming Art Museum", as you can tell from the name of the museum, is a new museum that has not been built for a few years. It is located in a very poetic place in C City - of course, if you come here in autumn, You will enjoy the superb scenery of ginkgo and red maple, but it is the middle of winter, and there is a vast expanse of white snow except for the dead branches of the cold trees.

The art gallery is built in the depths of white snow and black branches.

The snow on the ground is so thick that it can cover the feet. Although the sun is sunny today, it doesn't mean to melt at all.

It was still early, it was just eight o'clock in the morning, and there were no passers-by in this place for the time being. The messy footprints on the snow all came from the three scumbags in the distance.

The three of them built three snowmen that looked particularly solid in porcelain, but for some strange reason, the three of them are now riding on the snowmen, shouting Cantonese songs with a Laotian suburban accent.

This is... doomsday carnival?Decompression before death?

Shao Ling walked over steadily with a look of disapproval.

"Blow, blow, let the wind blow, wipe away the bright tears in your eyes—"

Shao Ling heard Ke Xun's ending sound soaring up to the sky with a fork.

The voice quality of this person may be the benefit of the voice control person. In the natural flirtatious voice, there is a clean teenage voice.

He heard the footsteps from behind, and turned his head to look at him while singing, with his eyebrows raised, the corners of his lips raised, and his furry hair also raised, the sun shining on the snow in front of him reflected into his eyes, There was light in his eyes, as if those handsome youths on campus many years ago, carefree and flamboyant.

At this moment, Shao Ling suddenly realized the extreme cruelty of "painting".

The sunshine, Qingxue, boy and song in front of him, under the palm of "Hua", are as fragile as a piece of glass as thin as a cicada's wing, which can be broken with a poke.

"... Blow, blow, let the wind blow, and take away all the sorrow, no matter who is in the wind—" The "boy" sang, slowly raised the snowman's head with both hands, and smashed the snowman's head with a smirk on his face. Come.

Shao Ling who was buried in the snow by three huge snowman heads: "..." I take back all my ignorant imagination just now.

"Come on Brother Shao, let's have fun together!" Wei Dong pressed Luo Wei to lie on the snow, paddling in place like breaststroke.

Shao Ling: "..." Are these three people sure that they are the ones who are about to risk their lives to enter the painting?Why are you so heartless...

"What are you thinking about?" Ke Xun sat on the body of the headless snowman, put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, half his face was tucked into the fluffy scarf and looked at him with a smile, "Are you envious of classmate Carrot's thoughts? Da Tiao can think about it?"

Shao Ling: "You are no worse than him."

Ke Xun smiled: "How many paintings have I experienced, how can I live if I don't look at it? You see, you have to be in the painting with a sad face and nervousness, and you have to be in the painting when you are eating, drinking, having fun, and being happy. The result is the same. Of course you have to choose A better and more enjoyable process. Carrots are more open to thinking about this than the rest of us—although this kid should be afraid or afraid, and he should be cowardly."

Shao Ling looked at Luo Xi who was stuffing snowballs into each other's crotch with Wei Dong: "..."...What do I want to say... "Where are the others?"

"Here, there's a coffee shop next to the art museum, and they're all hiding in it." Ke Xun pointed to him with his chin.

"The cafe opens so early?" Shao Ling looked over there, and the art museum was not open at this time.

"The boss lives upstairs, and he came down as soon as he was called." Ke Xun jumped off the snowman's body, bent down and rubbed two big snowballs, and headed towards the unaware Wei Dong and Luo Kuo secretly.

"..." Shao Ling didn't want to pay attention to the three of them, but was curious about how Ke Xun made such a strong snowman that wouldn't collapse even for such a big man, so he lifted his foot and kicked the snowman, tiptoe The child sank into the snowman's body and was blocked by a hard object inside.

"..." Okay, there is a large landscape stone wrapped inside.I knocked my feet.pain.

Winter is approaching. The opening time of the art museum is 09:30 in the morning, and there is still nearly an hour at this moment. Shao Ling decided to hide in the cafe to warm up, and stay away from the second-hand crowd by the way.

Mu Yiran and Qin Ci sat facing each other, tilting their heads slightly, looking at the snow scene outside the window, and the snowy three idiots playing in the snow scene.

Zhu Haowen and Fang Fei sat aside, both fiddling with their mobile phones.

Shao Ling feels that everyone now is like the day before the college entrance examination, put down all the review materials, stop thinking about any textbook content, and try to relax the whole body and mind, with the most relaxed and full emotions, prepare Meet the moment that will finally determine your destiny.

Shao Ling is still a little unaccustomed to this state - even for the college entrance examination that year, he reviewed until the last moment.

"Winter is coming to the art museum. It is said that it originally planned to build an indoor theme park. The team in charge of the project had problems with the internal staff. The project was shelved. Later, it was rebuilt into an art museum, but the name of the previous theme park was retained. Yes, it is somewhat similar to the old station art museum, which seems to confirm the clue we have concluded." Shao Ling stood beside the four-seater card room, looking at Mu Yiran and the others.

Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "The identity of the person in charge has some background. Because of the car accident, someone took photos and posted them on the Internet. Netizens have delved into his complicated interpersonal relationships and private life from the luxury car he drove, and some of them are involved. For a more sensitive event, the project was suspended and therefore cooled for more than a year."

"Whether intentional or unintentional, it seems that there is always a force in the dark that eliminates all irrelevant factors and wants to build the museum where it wants to be built." Qin Ci said.

"Isn't these questions already mentioned in the group, why are you repeating them here?" Fang Fei raised her eyes from the phone screen, looking at the men in front of her with a slight sense of wonder.

"Nervous emotions tend to make people repeat what they have said." Zhu Haowen still did not raise his head, and threw out a sentence lightly.

Shao Ling Qin Ci: "..."

Shao Ling shook his head slightly: "I always feel that... my preparations for painting are still not enough."

"In fact," Qin Ci comforted him, "the previous experience of entering the painting proves that no matter how much preparation we have made in advance, the painting that finally allows us to enter will never be the one that we delineated in advance. So it is better to Just go with the flow and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Shao Ling lowered his eyelids, walked to the empty seat beside him, sat down, and ordered a cup of white coffee.

Halfway through the drink, the hall door was opened from the outside, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, the three idiots in the snow walked in in a line.

"Boss, bring me a latte," Wei Dong raised his voice while taking off his hat, "The most handsome guy here will pay the bill."

As he spoke, he circled the range of the eight members with his hands.

The boss came over with a tray and asked Ke Xun, "So, this gentleman pays the bill?"

"Boss has a good eye." Ke Xun smiled, "Let me ask, how many people have visited the art gallery next to it these days?"

The boss shook his head: "It has been snowing for the past few days, no one has come, and there is no art exhibition, but there may be people today. Yesterday, a crew came here to take pictures. When I was drinking coffee here, I heard they said they would come today. I took a few shots, and said that there are few people in this art gallery, which is convenient for shooting.”

After the boss left, Shao Ling asked several old members: "Is there no way to prevent others from entering the target exhibition hall?"

The few young people who lost their lives in "Reverse Journey" made everyone's mood really depressed for a long time.

Cao Youning, the only one who survived, did not appear here.

"There is no way," Qin Ci sighed slightly, "Those of us who got the tickets, that is, those who have already entered the painting, the latest time to enter the painting is before [-] o'clock in the evening of the day, after this time, you will not be able to enter the painting anymore into the painting, and died within days.

"But the newcomers don't seem to be subject to this restriction when they are in the real world, that is to say, when we enter the painting, if there are not enough people, the time in the painting will stop until the newcomers have entered.

"In the real world, it may even be three days before the newcomers come to the art gallery to enter the painting—of course, this has not happened so far, but in the painting "Pure Land" before, there was a time when there were too many people. The time in the painting stops if they don’t get all the people together, so we speculate that if the people can’t get all the people together, the time in the painting will stop until the new people get all the people.”

"So what should come will still come," Wei Dong shrugged helplessly, "You are destined to enter the painting, and you can't escape this disaster anyway. Mr. Shao, don't worry about others, you can keep this protection Without that, you will end up filling yourself with frustration and powerlessness.”

Shao Ling was silent again.

"Out of sight, out of mind, let's go, it's time to open," Ke Xun said and stood up, "Let's go in first, so as not to worry about others, whoever should be will always be whoever."

With a "crack", Luo Hao almost dropped the cup by mistake, and looked up at Ke Xun, covering his stomach, "Here, let's go in here? Don't wait any longer? I want to go to the toilet..."

"Go." Ke Xun shook his shoulder, "Go in early, and we will have enough time to understand the environment in the painting. It's better to go in early than late, and you can't hide from this."

Luo Kuo's lips trembled, and he pulled Ke Xun's arm to barely stand up: "I won't go, then let's... go in."

A group of people stepped on the snow and walked slowly towards the art museum.

Luo Xie walked at the back, if Ke Xun hadn't dragged him, several times his legs would have been weak and he would have slumped on the ground, not wanting to take a step.

Just like a child who is afraid of going to the hospital for an injection, the closer he is to the injection clinic, the more afraid he wants to escape, the more nervous and fearful he becomes.

Ke Xun dragged him to his side, put his arms around his shoulders, and led him to continue walking. While walking, he hummed a song in a low voice to comfort him: "The cool wind blows until the quiet Into my skirt, I can't hear the sound in summer... No matter how much enthusiasm you put in, you can't count the truth, but you don't need to be afraid anymore—the wind and rain—”

"Blow, blow... let the wind blow... all the sorrow will be taken away, no matter who is in the wind..." Luo Kuo hummed along with a trembling voice, and a string of tears that were so cold as to pierce the skin fell on the muddy snow under his feet.