Paintings of Terror

Mu Yiran's voice is cold and very textured. It is a stretched, deep, cool and elastic sound quality. Listening to him, Ke Xun feels that his ears are about to become pregnant.

"No one of us knows what's going on. Everyone is sucked in by the painting. The world you are in now is the world painted in the painting. There is only one person who wants to leave this world. The way is to find the 'signature' and ensure that I can survive forever." Mu Yiran's tone was flat, as if he was not flustered by the situation in front of him.

"What is a signature? How do I find it?" Ke Xun asked.

"The artist's signature," Mu Yiran replied, "Some painters will sign their names or initials on the paintings, but if it is a Chinese painting, we may need to find the artist's bell seal. Only Only by finding the signature or bell seal of the artist can you leave the world in the painting."

"This is too abstract. Finding a signature all over the world is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack?" Wei Dong interjected, "What if this signature is signed under which tile on the roof? Have to rummage through all the roof tiles in this world?"

"The place where the signature is is closely related to the content of the painting. By interpreting the painting and getting clues, you can find the place of the signature." Mu Yiran said.

"...I'm afraid I'm not looking for a year or so." Wei Dong's face was dull.

Mu Yiran glanced at him indifferently: "Anyone who can't be found within seven days will die."

"Damn!" Ke Xun and Wei Dong were both shocked, "Is it true?!"

"If you don't believe me, then try it," the braided Liu Yufei smiled beside him, "You can do nothing for seven days, and see if you will die after seven days."

"No—how did he die? He died suddenly lying on the ground or something?" Wei Dong asked.

Liu Yufei grinned nervously: "There are many ways to die, only you can't think of, and you can't die without you."

"Damn it, is someone caring or not?!" Wei Dong was shocked.

"Why did this happen?" Ke Xun still felt unbelievable. "Who made the rules? Who has the power to decide our life and death? Who has such a weird ability to bring living people into paintings? Doraemon?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him, and said lightly, "I don't know."

"Doraemon! I'm Nobita! You don't know me? Get rid of your supernatural powers and let us go back!" Wei Dong wailed up to the sky.

"Shut up!" Liu Yufei punched him angrily, "Keep your voice down! If you want to die, die yourself, don't hurt me!"

As he spoke, he looked around very nervously, as if he was afraid of disturbing something in the darkness.

Wei Dong was punched for no reason, and was about to fight back, when he saw his face pale with fright, he couldn't help but shivered, and looked around for a while, but saw that the night seemed darker and thicker than before, the gray night fog It has enveloped the entire village, in the hazy and chaotic place, there seems to be something squatting there, slowly opening its black mouth.

Wei Dong didn't dare to speak out immediately, he even held his breath as hard as he could, and rolled his eyes desperately to wink at Ke Xun.

However, Ke Xun didn't look at him at all at the moment, and continued to talk to Mu Yiran with his head tilted.

"How do you know what you just said? For example, you can only go out if you find a signature or seal. If you can't find it, you will die in seven days. Who told you?" Ke Xun asked.

Mu Yiran didn't look at him, and looked at the thick fog in front of him calmly: "No one told me, this is the third painting I entered, and the known clues are all summed up through the first two paintings."

"The third picture?!" Wei Dong was shocked again, "What do you mean?"

"It means that even if you get out of this painting by chance, you will enter the next painting again." Liu Yufei answered the words in a mocking tone. If you listen carefully, there is a hint of sadness in this mockery.

"Why?!" Wei Dong couldn't help asking in surprise, "Didn't you just return to the real world from the painting? Why do you want to enter the painting?"

"I don't know," Liu Yufei shrugged, and pointed to the sky, "Big Boss is forcing you to enter, and if you don't enter, you will die."

"How did it die? Could it be that it can even control the real world?" Wei Dong's eyes were full of despair.

"I don't know, maybe." Liu Yufei looked numb, "Anyway, no matter in the real world or in the world in this painting, we are all ants, and we will always only be played by the power of the upper, the upper, and the upper. , It’s just that as the saying goes, ants still steal their lives, even if they know they can’t escape the upper-level forces, most people will always find ways to survive, right?”

"But why me?!" Wei Dong pulled his hair fiercely, "I'm just an ordinary person, I used to have a good life, why did you choose me to experience such an inexplicable thing? !"

"How should I put it?" Liu Yufei twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, "You deserve it."

Wei Dong stopped talking, if he could still say a few words in a self-deceiving attitude when he first came in, now he has completely recognized the "reality" in front of him, he put his head in his hands, and pulled himself desperately His hair, eyes and face were full of fear, resignation, and despair.

"Dongzi," Ke Xun hugged him and pressed him firmly in his arms, "It's okay, didn't you say you can go back to the real world, don't be nervous, cheer up, we will definitely be able to go back, everything happens for a reason If there is an effect, there is a cause, I don't believe that we can't find the source of this incident, when we were young, we didn't play Nintendo games in vain, and if we cleared the level and broke the game to be an old man, isn't that what we are good at?"

"Nonsense, Contra can have [-] lives, and Super Mario can win a little green mushroom award. Is there one here? Is there?" Weidong lowered his head in frustration, his voice sounded agitated A little spirited.

"Need it?" Ke Xun smiled, "You forgot that bro, but Xiaobai is a fighter who will take you to pretend to fly and clear the entire Contra."

"Okay, at least give me a little white bullet first so I can defend myself." Wei Dong said.

"Okay, don't think about it," Ke Xun said, "You have to have courage even if you don't have weapons. Even if we are ants, we will die on the corpse of an elephant."

Mu Yiran, who was walking beside him, turned his face to look at Ke Xun, but happened to meet Ke Xun's inadvertently turned gaze.

The eyes of the two met, and Ke Xun smiled at him, with a hint of meaninglessness and fearlessness on the corners of his lips.

There are all kinds of people who enter the painting, but who knows how long they will live.

Mu Yiran averted his eyes lightly, and looked forward again.

In the gray night fog ahead, three twisted old locust trees stood motionless by the edge of a dilapidated house.

"The Li family is here." Liu Yufei took a breath, his voice was a little stiff and nervous.

Ke Xun looked at him sensitively: "Is there something wrong?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Yufei looked at him with flickering eyes, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "No, let's go in."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Ke Xun didn't ask any more questions.

The door of the yard was ajar, Liu Yufei stepped forward to push the door, and made a "squeaky" sound. However, the ear-piercing sound did not spread far in this silent night, and as soon as it spread, it was immediately swallowed up In the thick fog.

As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, Ke Xun and Wei Dong were almost blurted out by the scene in front of them, and Liu Yufei couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

The courtyard of the Li family is not too small. It is a quadrangle courtyard. The courtyard walls are surrounded by dilapidated fences, and there are houses on all sides. However, the outside of the three main rooms in the north is covered with white curtains and long banners. On both sides of the door, Hanging a large string of paper money, and ingots made of yellow and white paper, two paper boys and girls in colorful clothes were placed at the door with bright eyebrows and happy smiles.

As if, it is a mourning hall.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The important emotion cursed three times——Wei Dong was trembling all over, and the flesh on Liu Yufei's face was also twitching. Ke Xun looked left and right, and saw that the four people The only one who can keep calm is Mu Yiran, but he can still detect a trace of seriousness and guard from his eyes.

"No wonder you put us in this kind of clothes." Liu Yufei looked down at him.

Isn't this just mourning clothes?Depressed, Ke Xun decided to take it off and throw it on the ground, but considering that there were white streaks left in the clothes, he had no choice but to give up.

"Let's go." Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun lightly.

The person who got the "Yang" word guarded the granary of Li's family.

Ke Xun looked around, and saw that on the door of the wing room on the west side of the yard, there was a piece of white paper with the word "grain" written in black on it.

On the door of the inverted room on the south side of the courtyard, the word "firewood" was also written in black and white. Weidong and Liu Yufei, who had drawn the cloth strip with the word "Gu", were going to the firewood room to cut firewood.

Wei Dong cursed in a low voice—the door of the firewood room was facing the door of the mourning hall in the main room to the north, and the two paper boys and girls were smiling at the door of the firewood room.

"Dongzi, be careful." Ke Xun shook Weidong's shoulder, leaned into his ear, and lowered his voice, "There should be an ax for chopping wood in the firewood room. You can hold it in your hand. Be vigilant and don't get sleepy. Call me if you have a situation, and run outside the yard if you can't."

"I know...you should be careful too..." Wei Dong followed Liu Yufei to the woodshed reluctantly with a trembling voice.

Ke Xun followed Mu Yiran to the granary in the west wing, opened the door and went in, a mixed smell of dust and rotten grain came to his nostrils, Ke Xun was not choked by the smoke, and stood at the door holding his nose.

Mu Yiran didn't seem to be able to smell it, so he went straight in, took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, scanned the room with the light of the screen, and saw a dozen large and small sacks piled up in the corner of the room , the window sash is made of solid wood, tightly closed, no light can penetrate into the room, and of course, there is no light at night.

"Come in, close the door." Mu Yiran turned to look at Ke Xun.

"Turn on the air first, the smell can't even survive in it." Ke Xun said.

"Come in, close the door." Mu Yiran repeated coldly, unmoved.

"...Are you reincarnated as a repeating machine?" Ke Xun sighed, stepped in and closed the door.

"Put the latch on." Mu Yiran continued to order coldly.

"Handsome guy, you're not a girl, are you afraid that someone will break in and rape you in the middle of the night? It's not easy to escape if something happens with the latch on." Ke Xun tilted his head to look at him.

"You think there won't be?" Mu Yi said coldly.

Ke Xun was taken aback, then silently turned around and locked the door.

Mu Yi suddenly turned off the screen of the mobile phone, and the room was plunged into darkness, only the suffocating dust and putrid smell filled his surroundings.

"What's next?" Ke Xun asked.

"Stay here." Mu Yiran's voice sounded colder and deeper in the darkness.

"Just... stay?" Ke Xun took two steps, and found that the darkness was too deep, making people feel like they were in a universe of nothingness above and below, and every time they stepped out, they seemed to be caught off guard and fell into the infinite abyss In the black hole, there is no sense of solidity.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the screen, found Mu Yiran's location, and found that he had already sat on the sack in the corner of the room, leaning there with his eyes closed to rest his mind.

"Just stay like this? You don't need to do anything?" Ke Xun walked over and asked him.

"You can sleep too." Mu Yiran didn't even open his eyes.

"Don't we need to look for signatures or seals in this room?" Ke Xun knelt down beside him and took a picture of his face with the screen of his mobile phone.

Looking at it from such a close distance, this person's skin is unbelievably good. Under the light of the screen, the facial features are more three-dimensional and deep, like the most finely polished sculpture art.

"If it was so easy to find, there would be no dead people in this painting." Mu Yiran frowned slightly when he took photos with his mobile phone, "I advise you to save your mobile phone's battery and save it for use when necessary. There is no dead person in this painting." A charging place, and you're here for seven days. Of course, if you die tonight, you can use it as you please."

Ke Xun quickly turned off his mobile phone, and sat down on the sack next to him: "Look at you, how much hatred, it's okay, curse me to die early, can I add life to you or something?"

Mu Yiran ignored him.

Ke Xun was silent for a while, in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he could only hear Mu Yiran's shallow breathing, but he didn't hear any movement outside the granary.

In fact, he really wanted to know the three people who had drawn the "people" cloth strips - according to the old man's arrangement, they would be in charge of the night watch tonight.

Since it is necessary to keep vigil, of course it must be kept in the mourning hall.

In the main room full of hanging tents and mourning banners, I don't know if there will be... dead bodies?