Paintings of Terror

Mu Yiran, Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Qin Ci didn't object to what the glasses girl said.

Qin Ci nodded slightly at the glasses girl, with a warm and calm voice: "Yes, but there are some things I still want to say first. Even those of us who have been in painting before, there is no guarantee that we can survive today. Late. I hope you all know that the power in this painting is not something we can fight against if we are brave and strong. Most of the time, it depends on luck to survive. The role of the few of us is at best to tell the previous experience to You, want us to protect you, this point is probably difficult for others."

The glasses girl trembled and hurriedly said, "Even so, thank you all!"

Qin Ci looked at the newcomers: "Then who do you want to follow?"

But Ma Zhenhua interrupted and shouted: "I—even if I'm not a newcomer! I don't know anything, I don't know anything, I have a child at home, I don't want to die, I want to follow him—" Reluctantly.

"Why are you so selfish!" The young man among the newcomers quit, and yelled, he came up and grabbed Ma Zhenhua's front, "My family still has parents! Who wants to die?! A selfish person like you Do you know that no one will end well!"

Wei Dong also couldn't understand Ma Zhenhua. Ke Xun told him what he did to Zhang Maolin, the owner of the private enterprise when the last painting left, so he also interjected: "It has been decided that one old man will bring one new man. Comrade Ma, you should obey the majority."

After speaking, he turned to look at the long-haired beauty: "Sister, who do you want to date? I have also been in painting, and I have escaped from death several times."

Ke Xun: "..."

The long-haired beauty looked helplessly at everyone's faces for a few times, then stretched out her hand and pointed at Mu Yiran: "I, I choose him."

Ke Xun: "..."

Wei Dong: "..."

Qin Ci asked the glasses girl next to her, "What about you?"

The glasses girl also glanced at everyone's faces a few times, pointing at Ke Xun: "I want to choose him."

Wei Dong: "..." Is this fucking security or a boyfriend?

Ke Xun looked at the glasses girl: "Let's get to know each other first, my name is Ke Xun, and this is my buddy next to me. Where's your sister?"

The girl with glasses replied: "My name is Sha Liu, she and I are classmates." She pointed at the long-haired beauty.

Ke Xun glanced at the long-haired beauty: "Oh, then her name is Haloxylon?"

Everyone: "..."

The long-haired beauty put on a white face and was annoyed: "My name is Zi Ling!"

Ke Xun put his hands in his arms, and turned his head towards Mu Yiran: "Zi Ling? That's a pity, his name is not Fei Yunfan."

Everyone: "..."

Qin Ci asked the rest: "How do you choose?"

Zhou Bin frowned: "You guys are all men, you can't let my girlfriend live in a tent with you."

The young man just now interfaced: "Then you two should set up a tent by yourself, anyway, they are not enough experienced people."

"Why, it's not fair," Zhou Bin quit, "Then we two are very dangerous!"

"Follow the matter urgently," Qin Ci said, "If you don't feel at ease, we can only share the tent with the two of you."

Zhou Bin thought for a while, pointed at Qin Ci, and said to his girlfriend, "You share a tent with him." Then he pointed at Wei Dong, "I share a tent with you."

The young man shouted: "Why do you choose whoever you want, I don't want to share a tent with this person!" Pointing at Ma Zhenhua.

The remaining family of three were silent and anxious.

A group of people became a mess.

Wei Dong quietly tugged Ke Xun: "You acted like a jealous little bitch just now."

"Less nonsense, more courage," Ke Xun said, "People don't even glance at you, so don't tell others that you were raised by me when you go out."

"It sounds like Mr. Mu likes to glance at you." Wei Dong said.

The two of them were talking on one side, and on the other side they had already reached a result.

In view of Ma Zhenhua's strong belief that even those who have been in painting may not have better adaptability and adaptability than newcomers, and in view of the fact that no one wants to be the one who can only be left alone, and in view of that young man— —The person named Tan Zheng said that if one old brings a new one, the ones who are left out can only be newcomers, which is not fair to newcomers. Therefore, to be fair, everyone decided to draw lots to form groups regardless of whether they are old or new.

The glasses girl took a pen and paper, and made two sets of lottery numbers from 1 to 6. Those who drew the same number shared a tent, and those who won lottery 0 had their own tent.

After the paper sign was folded, Ke Xun was not in a hurry to take it. Seeing that Mu Yiran had finished unfolding it, he leaned over to look at the number on it. When he saw that it was 3, he turned back and carefully stared at the remaining folded paper sign. After a few glances, he took one intuitively, unfolded it, looked up, and looked up at Mu Yiran with regret.

Mu Yiran glanced at him, didn't speak, waited for everyone to finish drawing papers and showed them together, and saw Ke Xun's paper—suddenly there was a 3 written on it.

Mu Yiran: "..."

Ke Xun smiled at him, the corners and tails of his eyes curled into obvious arcs, and Mu Yi suddenly remembered the eyes on his previous V-letter profile picture.

That eye comes from a photo taken in Ke Xun’s middle school days. Mu Yiran saw this one in the closet of his home. Out of his professional habits, he has always carefully observed works of art or pictures and memorized them very well. it is good.

I remember the teenager in the photo, wearing a sky blue and white school uniform, with sleeves rolled up to the elbow, trousers rolled up to reveal a slender calf, and white sneakers on his feet, full of infinite youthful vitality. Leaping high in the diffuse autumn light, with flying hair, a bright smile, showing neat white teeth.

The eyes on the smiling face are just like the eyes.

Sunshine-thin eyelids, slender and clear eyeliner, clean and simple shape, clear boundaries between black and white, and clear and pure eyes.

This person's eyes have not changed since he was a teenager.

Mu Yiran looked away, and heard someone wailing, followed by cursing.

It was Tan Zheng, who drew a note with the number 0 on it.

"I don't want to die—please—brother Mu, I want to share a tent with you—" Ma Zhenhua was also dissatisfied with the companion he had drawn, so he rushed over and knelt down in front of Mu Yiran, holding him tightly The robe on his body, "Please, please join me, I don't want to die, I still have children at home—"

Everyone watched him act like this, but no one made a sound.

Mu Yiran was condescending, looked down at Ma Zhenhua who was crying with snot and tears all over his face, and said lightly: "Ma Zhenhua, no one wants to die. I'm sorry, out of consideration for your own safety, your family background, I asked someone to inquire about it.

"You were indeed married, and you did have a child, but when you divorced, the court awarded your child to your ex-wife, so in fact, since the divorce, you have never raised your child again. The child, not only did not pay the maintenance fee, but even refused to see the child's face.

"The old people above you have also passed away five years ago. You have been living alone for the past few years, and you have an improper relationship with a married female colleague in your unit."

Ma Zhenhua was stunned on the spot.

Mu Yiran got away from his tugging, and finally said to him lightly: "In the world in the painting, if you want to live to the end, it depends more on luck, I wish you good luck."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the tent not far away.

Everyone also walked towards the tent in groups, and no one paid any attention to Ma Zhenhua who was paralyzed on the ground.

Wei Dong drew Zhou Bin's girlfriend named Zhao Dan, which made him feel a little embarrassed, so he whispered to Ke Xun: "I think even if I can survive tonight, I will have to be fooled by Zhou Bin tomorrow." die."

"Then why don't you trade with him." Ke Xun said.

Zhou Bin drew the glasses girl Sha Liu.

"Forget it, he won't mention it, so I won't worry about it," Wei Dong said, "If I change, everyone will change, and everyone wants to sleep with Mr. Mu."

Ke Xun: "Please pay attention to the words you use."

Wei Dong glanced at Mu Yiran, who was walking in front, and then at Ke Xun: "Tell me, what did you do, how could you be in a group with him by such a coincidence?"

Ke Xun: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago, my intuition is always accurate, and I draw the lottery based on my intuition."

Wei Dong: "Damn it, if I knew you were so accurate, why didn't you buy a lottery ticket?!"

Ke Xun: "I'm not short of money. And my intuition is the same as luck. If you use it too much and too often, it's easy to overdraw. It's better to save it, so as not to run out at critical times."

Wei Dong: "Okay, I won't bother to talk to you after hearing your first sentence, see you later."

Ke Xun: "Be careful at night. If you can't, cover your head and hide in a place where it's not easy for those things to see."

Wei Dong: "Understood, although I think this time may not be the same style of death as last time..."

Ke Xun: "Dongzi."

Wei Dong: "Yes."

Ke Xun: "See you tomorrow."

Wei Dong: "Okay, I will try to see you tomorrow."

After watching Weidong enter one of the tents, Ke Xun walked towards the tent that Mu Yiran entered. The distance between these tents is not too close, and the farthest one is even a hundred meters away.

Opening up the tents and stepping in, I saw that these tents were indeed not big, barely able to accommodate two people lying side by side, the floor was covered with worn felt blankets, and there was nothing else.

Mu Yiran sat cross-legged on the felt blanket, his eyelids drooping as if he was thinking.

Ke Xun sat down opposite him, didn't bother him, just rested his elbows on his knees, and looked at him with his chin resting.

After watching for a short time, Mu Yiran finally raised his eyelids and stared at him coldly.

Ke Xun asked him calmly: "This time there is no written cloth, what kind of death do you think we will encounter?"

Mu Yiran lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a cold tone, "It's more terrifying to have no rules than to have rules."

Ke Xun nodded: "That's right, I think the clothes we all wear are similar, at least from the outside, there should be no difference between everyone, does this mean that the goal and method of death this time are quite different?" Possibly random?"

"It's too early to judge now." Mu Yiran said, "This time is not like the last time. We don't have any clues."

Ke Xun asked: "What is this painting? I tried my best to see clearly before I entered the painting, but I couldn't see anything clearly, and I didn't have time to see the name of the painting and the artist."

Mu Yiran glanced at the roof of the tent, and saw that there were colorful and complicated patterns painted on it, but it seemed that it had faded and become dirty in a long time ago, and it was no longer possible to recognize what kind of patterns were painted: "The name of this painting is called " "Faith", the artist is Qiu Jian, a religious art painter."

"What kind of sect does he belong to?" Ke Xun asked.

"He studied various sects and had a strong interest and enthusiasm for religious art," said Mu Yiran. "A few years before his death, he was madly obsessed with a sect culture and became a devout member of the sect. Believers, from then until his death, all his works reflect the cultural characteristics of the sect. The painting we are in is one of them and the last work before his death .”

Ke Xun looked at the robe he was wearing, and had some vague guesses, but he still asked, "Who is this sect?"