Paintings of Terror

"Don't talk to me about these nonsense, it's all fucking like this. Singing high-profile and pouring chicken soup is useless!" Wei Dong wiped his face with his hands, his cheeks were slightly reddish, and stared at Ke Xun.

"Dongzi, calm down." Ke Xun sensed Wei Dong's sudden change of mood, and reached out to shake Wei Dong's shoulder, but he pushed it away.

"Okay, I don't need you to pity me," Wei Dong knew that he was emotionally broken, he couldn't choose what to say, but he couldn't stop himself, "Don't act like you are so positive, you really Don't want to die? Do you really never want to give up?

"Since your parents... look at what kind of shit you have become. There is not even a decent piece of furniture at home. You have to make do with eating, drinking, and sleeping. You don't care about money. You are thinking about today and tomorrow. , I would like to spend as much as I like, and die if I don’t get to spend, am I right?

"What were you like before? What are you like now? Don't you have any B number in your heart?

"It doesn't matter if you die without any worries, I don't want to die! I have a father, a mother, a mother and a job at home, and I don't see through the world like you. My son is alive, living an ordinary life like before, my mother..."

Wei Dong spoke in a nasal voice, covered his face and buried his head on his knees.

Ke Xun didn't speak, just sat motionless, staring at the broken felt blanket under him.

Mu Yiran didn't speak, only Weidong's suppressed heavy breathing was in the tent.

This panting lasted for a long time, and gradually became slow and long, and the sound seemed to be empty, winding around the body and even above the head.

Ke Xun grabbed the back of Wei Dong's neck and sent his voice very softly into his ears: "Dongzi, keep silent."

Wei Dong stopped suddenly, froze under Ke Xun's palm and dared not move.

The snow light outside the tent became pale, and on the sky that was several times lower than it looked during the day, a large mass of thick black and sticky thing slowly slid towards the ground, and gradually transformed into eight thick arms and torso heads, two His stout and bent legs landed on the ground, and he took a slow step.

lie down.Mu Yiran gestured to Ke Xunbi, and took the purple jasmine in his hand into his arms.

The space in the tent was so small that three people had to lie sideways when lying side by side, and it was very crowded.

After Ke Xun pressed Weidong to lie down, he turned around, turned his back to him, and then faced Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran was halfway down, seeing this, paused, then turned around, leaving the back of his head to Ke Xun.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down on one side, the guy behind him put his hands and feet on his body, and hugged him tightly from behind. Mu Yiran's body stiffened, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Ke Xun's arm around his waist. One hand, one force, Ke Xun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"The place is small, bear with it," Ke Xunxu whispered in his ear, "Dongzi is about to be squeezed out."

After a long time, Mu Yiran reluctantly let go of his wrist.

Suddenly seeing a few small mirabilis flowers protruding from his bosom, he couldn't help but feel his forehead twitching.

This person is really the only one he has ever seen in his life, the guy who is the best at hitting snakes with sticks, and dares to peel off the roof tiles for you as soon as you give him a step!

Juying walked slowly to the tent where Sha Liu and Li Ziling were, and finally the person who formed a group with them was Qin Ci.The giant shadow bent over their tent, its eight uncontrolled arms writhing and flailing chaotically.

After watching for a while, Juying moved his legs and walked towards the tent where the family of three was.

After observing for a long time, Juying finally came to the tent where Ke Xun and the others were staying.

The huge black mass rumbled on the roof of the tent, and the heavy and long panting sound seemed to be in his ears. Ke Xun heard the faint sound of limbs rubbing, and then the scratching sound of fingernails on the tent skin.

—Did it choose the tent?

Ke Xun felt Wei Dong's body trembling behind him, but he couldn't help him, nor could he help himself.

Maybe because this is the second painting I entered, I have more experience and feelings about death, and I have more tolerance and habit for fear, or maybe it's because of the bad words that Weidong said just now when he lost control of his emotions. The words of choosing words poked at the pain that Ke Xun had avoided deep thinking and contemplation for a long time. Now that he is dying, he can suddenly face his truest heart.

So Ke Xun unexpectedly discovered that he was not so afraid of death.

However, what Weidong said was wrong, he was muddling along, not because he lost the desire to live a good life, he just lost his care and obsession, and lived a more willful life.

He is not afraid of death, but he is also willing to live hard.

His belief is not money, or maybe he has no belief at all, or, following his heart and mind is his true belief.

The sound of fingernails scratching the tent suddenly disappeared.

The giant shadow slowly moved away from the overhead, and walked towards the tent where Zhou Bin, Zhao Dan and Ma Zhenhua were.

The extremely shrill screams suddenly exploded, and the giant figure straightened its body, with its head above the sky, its feet on the ground, several arms twisted and tangled, all clasped towards the man who was struggling crazily in the other hand.

"Don't—please—let me go—I don't want to die—" Ma Zhenhua's heart-piercing voice sounded like he had ripped open his chest, and in the next moment, Juying's hand She pinched his scalp and tore it lightly.

Ke Xun closed his eyes, and Ma Zhenhua's screams, like wild beasts and ghosts, almost pierced his eardrums.

The cry continued for a while, and gradually weakened and disappeared.

This night, no second person died.

Maybe it was because Ma Zhenhua hadn't slept all night, or maybe it was because Ma Zhenhua's death made people exhausted after being stretched to the extreme. Ke Xun actually fell asleep in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, the sky was already twilight. Without Mu Yiran, Weidong sleeps beside him like a pig.

Ke Xun got up and got out of the tent, and saw Mu Yi standing there motionless in the morning light, looking at Zhou Bin and his tent.

Ke Xun walked to the side and followed his gaze, and saw a large mass of bloody figures curled up on the ground not far from the tent.

That was skinned alive, Ma Zhenhua.

"What's going on?! Isn't there a sacrifice to protect? Why do people still die?!" Zhou Bin, who got out of the tent, collapsed and sat down on the ground, clutching his head.

Qin Ci turned around to block the sight of the two girls, telling them not to look over there, and the three members of the Geng family didn't even come out of the tent.

"This time I changed the way of death." Ke Xun looked away and looked at Mu Yiran, "It seems that these sacrifices are not effective, and the giant shadow picking people doesn't seem to have much to do with the number of people in each tent. .”

"The number of people in the tent is only the first trigger condition for death," Mu Yiran said while thinking, "When this condition cannot be met, the next best thing is to use the second death condition for screening."

"Then what do you think the second condition will be, and will it have something to do with the type of sacrifice?" Ke Xun also said while thinking.

"Maybe." Mu Yiran said.

"I don't know if it's my illusion," Ke Xun said, "I always feel that the giant shadow last night is bigger than the giant shadow the night before."

"Are you sure?" Mu Yiran looked at him.

Ke Xun thought about it carefully, and nodded: "I'm sure, and I'm sure it's definitely not the difference in size caused by the distance of the light. It is indeed bigger and taller than it looked the night before."

Mu Yiran lowered his eyes to think, Ke Xun didn't bother him, went back to the tent and picked up Weidong, when he came out again, Ma Zhenhua's bloody corpse had already been covered by Qin Ci with a torn blanket.

"The skin was peeled completely and neatly," Qin Ci was talking to Mu Yiran in a low voice in the big tent, "there was no trace left, it was peeled off completely, I suspect that this is the same as the previous painting, something rules us Different ways of dying."

"Could it be because of the different offerings?" Sha Liu interjected.

"But this doesn't explain why only Ma Zhenhua died last night." Qin Ci said.

"Maybe it's because from the beginning to the end, Ma Zhenhua never personally prepared sacrifices like we did." Zhou Bin had recovered from his collapse in the morning, and had been comforting his frightened girlfriend by the side. In extreme panic, timid and cowering, when we prepared all kinds of meat yesterday, he didn't help at all, and kept trembling by the side."

"That makes sense," Qin Ci nodded slightly. "It seems that, except for him, all of us have at least worked hard to find sacrifices."

"According to this, the rest of us have obtained sacrifices with our own hands, so no one will die tonight?" Sha Liu asked.

Qin Ci didn't answer, just lowered his eyes in thought.

Mu Yiran thought about it and said: "The death rules of this painting are obviously different from the last one. If the death rules of the last painting are to determine the way of death by classification, I think this painting may be based on the set conditions. Whether it is satisfied, and the overall screening is carried out.

"'Painting' sets the death screening conditions here. Once someone meets a certain condition, this person will be selected, but if everyone does not meet this condition, then 'painting' will soon use the second one. conditions to filter us.

"By analogy, the conditions will become more and more harsh due to the continuous increase, and the possibility of us being able to avoid death will become lower and lower. This also means that there will not be a situation in which no one dies in a certain night in this painting."

Several people who have experienced the previous painting exchanged a look that they knew each other well.

Qin Ci was thoughtful: "That is to say, the screening criteria for the first night are those who are alone in the tent, and the screening criteria for the second night are those who have not personally prepared sacrifices."

"No," Mu Yiran looked at him, "I think these two conditions are superimposed. The first night's condition is that there are people left alone in the tent. If there are still people left alone in the second night, this condition still applies. But if no one has placed an order, then the second screening condition will appear immediately, and at the same time the first condition still exists, then the person who will be selected is [the person who placed the order], and [the person who has not prepared the sacrifice by himself] People], no matter which one of these two conditions is met, they will be selected.”

Qin Ci's eyes sank: "That is to say, these conditions are added and superimposed with the arrival of each night, and on the third night, there will be a new screening condition, which will be screened against us together with the first two conditions. Death screening?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

What does this mean?It means that the limit on the number of people per tent has not been lifted and has always existed.