Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun and Yue Cen, who were in the dark, couldn't understand why these "spectators" suddenly became noisy: some "people" seemed to want to leave, while some "people" wanted to finish the show.

Ke Xun felt that he was gradually able to understand some voices, and a child sitting not far from him said sharply: "...I'm afraid of that voice."——The ones in front didn't quite understand, but this Ke Xun could hear the words clearly—I was afraid of that sound.

The child's mother coaxed: "That's a play, it's fake! Those who act are crazy, those who watch are fools, and those who are fascinated by watching are fools! Are you a fool?"

The child seemed to have fought a cruel ideological struggle, and finally said, holding back tears, "I'm not a fool."

"Okay! Then let's continue watching. After the show, there will be delicious food! There are corn, beans, and peanuts! Your favorite peanut!" The child's mother seemed to be emboldened by herself as she said these words.

Hearing that there will be peanuts for a while, the children stopped making noise, and the surroundings gradually returned to silence, as if the whole scene was comforted by the mother.

After listening for a while, Ke Xun suddenly understood something, and couldn't help feeling a little worried: "Sister Cen, can you hear what those people just said?"

"I don't quite understand. It seems that something terrible is about to happen." Yue Cen was still holding on to Ke Xun's cuff in the dark, for fear that the two of them would gradually lose each other after staying in the dark for a long time, "I think , out of instinct, they should be afraid of the cat that is about to appear."

"I seemed to be able to hear clearly just now." Ke Xun didn't know whether this "able to hear clearly" was a good thing or a bad thing. Ke Xun never believed that he could suddenly understand a foreign language without doing anything.

Yue Cen also felt that things were starting to develop in a bad place, but he couldn't think of a solution for a while: "We have to find a way to isolate these things, but..."

As the sound of the music quickened, the two looked up and saw that the marriage team of the mice on the stage was a bit chaotic. This kind of chaos was not panic, but...the group of mice seemed to be attracted by something.

The first to be attracted by that thing was the mouse groom who had just appeared from the other side of the stage—as Yue Cen said, this groom was riding on a bright green toad and was driving the toad towards the thing at this moment. In the past, it seemed that this matter was 1000 times more important than his marrying a wife.

The other rats also scrambled towards the thing.

"What's that?" Ke Xun looked at the thing that appeared on the side of the stage—a pointy mound, is it a loess mound?

It's almost like a lonely grave.

The mice rushed towards the "solitary tomb" happily, buried their heads in the soil of the tomb and could not come out, their pointed tails waving contentedly.

Just when Ke Xun finally understood what the solitary grave was, Yue Cen's voice suddenly became tense: "The mice have started stealing food, and the cats will be attracted to them soon. We can't confirm our identities now, it's best to Or hide."

Just when Yue Cen had nothing to do with the boundless and breathless darkness, he suddenly felt Ke Xun leaning over and whispering: "Sister Cen, can you squat down with your legs? If you can't, you can sit on the ground. "

Yue Cen didn't understand Ke Xun's meaning for a while: "You mean, let me get out of the wheelchair?"

"Yes, if we want to barely separate ourselves from the outside world, the only thing we can use now is this wheelchair."

Although Ke Xun can't see it, but by touching it, it can be basically concluded that the wheelchair has become something more in line with the age of the painting. First, the wheels of the wheelchair have become wooden wheels, and the body and armrests of the wheelchair have also changed. It has become wood, and its volume is also larger than before.

With the help of Ke Xun, Yue Cen got out of the wheelchair and squatted on the ground temporarily. Immediately afterwards, he felt the cool wind around him decrease, as if there was a wall in the air separating the wind. The seat of the wheelchair is buckled on it like a small wooden house, and it is Ke Xun beside him who supports this small wooden house.

Yue Cen was not sure how heavy the wheelchair was, so he stretched out his hand to help support it, but he heard Ke Xun next to him say, "No, this thing is very light."

"The main bunkers are all here. Are you exposed to the outside?"

"No, there happens to be a simple device like an oilskin awning on the wheelchair, and I can cover myself by pulling it down."

Ke Xun held the wheelchair turned upside down with both hands, and curled up in this simple "small wooden canopy".

In the darkness, I felt that the world was trembling, and the screams of extreme terror and the sound of the wind blowing the paper seemed to become a noisy and powerless background music. In an instant, it makes people feel that the mountains and rivers change color.

Ke Xunqing's hand holding the wheelchair trembled uncontrollably. In the dark, he felt that Yue Cen's hand was groping for his arm, and gradually stretched upwards. She covered his ears like this.

The ears were tightly covered, and Ke Xun felt as if the eardrums were being sucked, so he had to open his mouth to prevent his facial features from being suffocated at the same time.

For a while, I was a little worried about Yue Cen. Hearing the deafening roar was a little unbearable. With her physical condition, how could she be better than herself?

But Yue Cen's hand was very steady, as if she was not affected by the surroundings.

Just like that, Yue Cen covered Ke Xun's ears, Ke Xun held the wheelchair with both hands, and the two persisted silently in the dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Ke Xun felt Yue Cen's hand loosen.

The sudden recovery of hearing felt a little strange, but fortunately the surroundings were quiet, with only a slight wind noise.

"The wheelchair can be put down." Yue Cen's voice made people feel kind.

Ke Xun looked around, feeling a little ambiguous.

The wheelchair was restored to its original state, and Yue Cen was supported by Ke Xun to sit back. Looking at the dark and empty surroundings, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay, you just blocked my ears." Ke Xun came to the back of the wheelchair and found the wooden armrest. This is indeed a very primitive wooden car.

"I'm not affected. The cat's voice is still a dramatic effect to me, but it doesn't seem to be the case to you." Yue Cen said calmly while sitting in a wheelchair.

"When I could understand those shadow puppet mice, I felt something was wrong." For Ke Xun, the scariest thing last night was not the scary cat, but that he was almost killed by the shadow puppet mice. assimilation.

With the faint morning light, Ke Xun carefully looked at the ground under his feet. It was cold and hard ground in winter, and it felt no different from the feeling he stepped on last night.

But those "spectators" from last night were gone. Ke Xun tried to find some "remnants of limbs" made of shadow puppets, but found nothing.

It was like being blown by an unknown gust of wind, the world was blown clean, the group of rattling shadow puppet mice were gone, the cat that could only make terrifying noises was gone, and even That brightly lit stage.

Everything last night was like a dream that was woken up, and when I closed my eyes, there seemed to be fragments of that dream still warm.

"Sister Cen, why weren't you disturbed at all last night?" Ke Xun thought of the hands covering his ears last night. Although he could feel the tension of his master, it was rare and firm.

"Maybe everyone has different characteristics, just like electromagnetic waves with different wavelengths, and the magnetic fields generated will also be different." Yue Cen sat in a wheelchair, holding the wooden armrest with one hand and his knee with the other, "Actually I also had a sense of panic at the time, not because of the cats, not because of the mice, but because of the food."

"Food?" Ke Xun's mind reappeared the grain pile on the stage like a lone grave.

"Yes, ever since those grains appeared, my heart has been pulled up. I don't know whether it's distressed or what. I just feel that those grains are very important. But I know in my heart that I can't do anything about it. It's the world in the play. As an outsider, you can't interfere." Yue Cen looked at the homespun clothes on his body, which had changed after entering the painting, "The sound of those mice eating last night was like gnawing on my heart , that feeling is hard to describe.”

Ke Xun pushed Yue Cen forward slowly, aimlessly at first, but as the sky became brighter and brighter, he gradually saw the surrounding environment clearly - this is a very open field, those green trees and fields They are all on the very edge, like the shore that can never be reached.

A few short houses with round bamboo hat roofs stood not far away, dusty and lifeless.

Ke Xun finally found the pocket of the clothes on his body, and took out his long-lost mobile phone from it. The strange thing is that he couldn't find it after searching for a long time last night, as if the mobile phone had hidden itself.

At this time, the mobile phone only has the function of displaying the time. Ke Xun looked at it: "It should have started counting after entering this world, and now it shows that 40 minutes have passed."

Yue Cen didn't talk to him, and after being silent for a while, he said, "Let's go and have a look at those short houses. This seems to be the only option at the moment."

After all, they had only met each other not long ago, and Ke Xun didn't know much about Yue Cen. He just felt that the other party's tone just now was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

According to the setting of the world in front of me, it seems that there are only a few strange short houses that can be "investigated", and the woodblock fragments we are looking for may be inside.

Ke Xun pushed Yue Cen and walked over. These low houses are very dilapidated, especially there are many black holes at the bottom of the walls, like a place for mice to get in.

The low house has no windows, only a small door. Ke Xun walked over and kicked the door lightly, and the door opened.

The house was dark and empty.

The same is true of the other low houses.

The two of them still found some clues in these rooms—there were some chaff on the ground, scattered at the base of the wall.

"If the judgment is correct, these should be granaries." Ke Xun said his conclusion, "but the grain inside has been stolen by the mice."

Yue Cen nodded, agreeing with Ke Xun's statement.

"I think that if there is a granary, there should be people. Why do these people allow the mice to dig holes and steal the grain?" Ke Xun was very puzzled, "I think this should have something to do with the shadow puppet show of 'A Mouse Marries a Daughter' last night." Relationship, Sister Cen, you said last night that the most classic way of expressing "a mouse married a daughter" is New Year pictures. It stands to reason that New Year pictures generally have some meaning of praying for blessings. Any other meaning?"

Yue Cen looked at the millet husk that Ke Xun put into his palm just now, thoughtfully: "'A mouse marries a daughter' is actually an ancient folk belief in our country. Speaking of folk belief, it actually evolved from ancient witchcraft. After hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance, it has gradually become the customs and habits of the common people. It can even be said that "folk beliefs" are the beliefs of the peasants. People pray for good weather and good harvests. These are all folk beliefs.—— As for the 'rat marrying a daughter', it is actually the activity of 'sacrificing a mouse' in folklore."

"Rat sacrifice?" Ke Xun, who grew up in the city, heard of such a strange sacrifice for the first time.

"Yes, rat sacrifice. This kind of activity is held in the first month. The specific dates and methods of sacrifice are different across the country. Some are on the seventh day of the first month, some are on the tenth day of the first month, and some are on the sixteenth and 25th of the first month. On the day of worshiping rats, some areas in Shanxi will put food such as bread at the base of the wall, saying it is "celebrating the marriage of the rats". In Xiaogan area, a sesame oil lamp will be lit under the bed, and you will have to pay your respects and say, 'Please look at the lamp, the red lady'..."

"I didn't expect that 'A Mouse Marries a Daughter' has so many details." Ke Xun was about to ask something more, but felt that something was wrong with Yue Cen, "Sister Cen, what's wrong with you?"

Yue Cen touched his knee and calf: "I seem to have lost all feeling from my left calf to my ankle. Something has been wrong since dawn, and it's getting worse now." Yue Cen leaned over and touched his calf, "It's cold and hard to the touch, like a rock." With a puzzled expression, he stretched his hand into his trousers to touch his ankle, and retracted his hand in an instant, his face pale.

The author has something to say:

Reader: I really want to know how other groups are divided.

Xingyue: Little fairies, please wait patiently, each group will write to the end~

Reader: Well, who is the order?

Xing Yue: This must be kept secret~

Reader: The New Year pictures will not be written all the way to the New Year, right?

Xingyue: Do you think this is part of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"?

Reader: "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" is not bad, when will you let everyone in to play?Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~