Paintings of Terror

It was rare that Mu Yiran was also wearing casual clothes today, and Ke Xun smiled at the other party—everyone was wearing casual clothes, and one diving blue and one glacier gray matched each other quite well.

Mu Yiran still had a serious expression on his face. He looked at the sign of Chunsun Apartment and then at the advertising paper in his hand, as if trying to find some clues in the shops near the apartment.

Ke Xun said with a tacit understanding: "Don't look for it, it should be 1997 now, this is an old advertisement from a year ago."

"This area is very sunken." Mu Yiran looked at the obvious big downhill on Chunsun Street, and felt that there was something wrong with the feng shui here.

"Maybe the people who built the apartment were trying to gather money?" Ke Xun looked up at the dark sky like a set, and felt an invisible oppression—in fact, the apartment's feng shui is not good, and it occupies the end of Chunsun Street. The other two sides actually face three street intersections, making this building more like some kind of special traffic hub.

This kind of residence is said to be called "thousand arrows piercing the heart" by experts.

——"This is definitely deconstruction!" Finally someone came over from a distance, three men and one woman, one of them was Qin Ci.

Qin Ci nodded to Ke Xun and the others, folded the advertising paper in his hand, and walked over to stand with them.

"This is a deconstruction of paintings! No, it's a deconstruction of modern architecture!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses said very passionately, his whole body was as thin as bamboo.

Another slightly bald, long-haired middle-aged man had a thoughtful expression: "No, no, I think it should belong to the category of philosophy."

"Deconstruction itself comes from philosophy!" The man with glasses almost pierced his glasses.

Ke Xun looked at Qin Ci, a bit confused whether this group of people were inside or outside.

It was the first time I saw someone walking into the painting without panic like this.

"I met them in the exhibition hall. It is said that they are three poets who collect folk songs." Qin Ci said briefly.

The more normal one is the poetess, with flustered eyes and a little exploration in her eyes at the moment, wearing a light-colored cheongsam with a light gauze shawl over it, walking towards them with embroidered shoes: "Qin Doctor, I still don't understand what's going on, it would be too absurd to enter into the painting, could this be... the back door of the art gallery?"

"We hope so too." Ke Xun glanced at the three poets in antique clothes, and said nothing.

A large group of people came from behind: Sha Liu with a somewhat unwilling expression; Zhu Haowen, a young Japanese man with a mustache; Li Taiyong, an old man in his seventies;

Wei Dong looked at the three beauties: "The fate of God Meow~"

After everyone arrived, Qin Ci briefly popularized the basic knowledge of "into painting" for everyone, and then he was about to knock on the door and enter the apartment.

The newcomers, except for the old man Li Taiyong, couldn't hide their panic, especially the three long-legged girls. Two of them were almost scared to death, and the other cried and said that he couldn't believe that he had crossed .

The old man Li Taiyong wore an outdated half-sleeved shirt, washed white overalls and pants, and a pair of old-fashioned shoes.Putting this outfit into today's world, it looks very harmonious.

One of the old man's hands kept trembling, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or some senile disease, and he was slightly panting when he walked. Qin Ci, who was the closest, came up to help him in time.

Ke Xun has innate compassion for the elderly and children: old man, old man, what are you doing wandering around the art gallery? It must be too hot and you are reluctant to turn on the air conditioner at home...

The big iron door of the apartment opened with a bang, and the inside was as dark as a bottomless pit, the wind blowing over was very cool, and there was an inexplicable smell in the air, a bit like the unique stuffy air from the underground garage .

When everyone calmed down, they realized that there were actually lights inside. Because it was a circular building, a circular courtyard was formed inside, or it can also be called a patio.

Standing in the courtyard and looking around, there are densely packed residents.

This kind of building is commonly known as Tongzilou, and it was the most common type of residential building in the 70s.

Sha Liu looked up at the night sky above the courtyard: "I have also been to old-style tube buildings, but they all have roofs. Why is this one without a roof?"

"There is a roof? Doesn't that mean that the sun cannot be seen?" A voice came faintly, which shocked Sha Liu.

The person who spoke was the person who opened the door for everyone just now. He was in his 50s, wearing a faded red hurdle vest, and holding a large bunch of dozens of keys in his hand. He seemed to be the concierge of this apartment. .

"They're all renting rooms, right? Come in with me," the concierge pushed open the door of the mail room. "There are only six vacant rooms left. You should divide them into six groups."

The porter looked like an old god, and even picked up the fish food in the bag to feed the fish in the fish tank.

Ke Xun remembered the extremely life-like fragmented scenes he saw before entering the painting, and then contacted the very real version of the NPC in front of him, feeling that this painting is different from the previous ones.

The trio of long-legged girls hugged each other quickly: "Let's be in a group of three!"

Wei Dongke seemed to have received the will of the heavens, and hurriedly approached Mu Yiran and said: "We are in a group of three!"

Mu Yiran's expression faded, and he did not clearly object.

The concierge looked at the six people who automatically formed a group: "At most, a group of three people, don't make any more later, or there are not enough points."

This NPC is quite easy to talk to.

"Qiu Lu! The three of us!" The long-haired middle-aged man showed excitement on his face, which made people feel that he was about to turn on death mode.

The poetess named Qiu Lu gave him a blank look: "You two should be in a team, we have a lady here."

Sha Liu kept silent all the time, but now she nodded with a smile when she heard what Qiu Lu said.

Qin Ci was still supporting the old man Li Taiyong at this time, so he simply joined the old man.

There is only one single left: the Japanese youth Zhu Haowen.

It is often not a good phenomenon to be alone, especially in weird paintings.

"When you come here, you will be a member of Chunsun Dormitory, and we will take care of it." The concierge began to hand out the keys: "There is only one key for each room, so don't lose it."

Ke Xun took the initiative to pick up the key, and saw that it was a simple brass key that belonged to the 90s. What made it even more doable was that the house number was pasted on the key in the form of white adhesive tape. Then write a string of numbers with a ballpoint pen: 411.

Sha Liu stretched out her head and looked at the key in Ke Xun's hand: "We live in 410, we are neighbors, please take care of things."

"Okay." Ke Xun just hummed when he dealt with people like Sha Liu.

After a while, everyone received their keys.

When the concierge handed out the last key, he suddenly said: "The sixth floor cannot accommodate a single person, it's too high to overwhelm you." As he spoke, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked at Weidong, "Come here, and talk to him. Live at 616."

"Huh? Me?" Wei Dong felt that he was always the most unlucky one.

The concierge's eyes suddenly became fierce: "You want to violate Chunsun's dormitory decision?"

Wei Dong was almost scared to pee on the spot, so he quickly and obediently walked to Zhu Haowen's side.

The concierge stopped looking at everyone, and while packing up the remaining keys in his hand, he said: "Go back to the house when you are familiar with the familiar environment. After turning off the lights, don't wander up and down the stairs, and don't stop by."

The six groups of people held the keys in their hands, some were confused, some were half-knowledgeable, just walked out of the mail room full of smoke and mildew, suddenly the porter's head protruded from the window of the mail room: "Tomorrow morning at 8:[-] Gather at Five Sisters Restaurant!"

People were taken aback again.

Wei Dong pulled Ke Xun with a mournful face: "Ke Er..."

Ke Xun also had no choice: "Remember what the concierge said, don't go up and down the stairs after turning off the lights, and it's best not to go out."

But Sha Liu interjected: "I find it strange, regarding the restriction on going upstairs and downstairs, is this a tacit approval that we can go out at night? Can we walk in the corridor on the same floor?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud shout: "Public toilet!"

It was Tina from Long Legs who spoke, and she was pointing to the toilet not far ahead: "There is no bathroom in this apartment! We can only go to the public toilet!"

The other two long-legged girls followed suit.

Only then did everyone understand why everyone was not forbidden to go out. If they went to the toilet at night, they had to go out to use the public toilet.

Everyone has a complicated mind, and those who have experienced painting are very serious about familiarizing themselves with the environment in front of them, trying to imprint the locations of these rooms in their minds—to be familiar with the familiar environment, this should also be an order from the concierge.

Everyone is basically familiar with each other. The two middle-aged male poets reported their names. The thin one with glasses is called Shouzhu, and the one with long hair and slightly bald is called Zhitiao. Presumably they are both pseudonyms.

Zhishao also gave everyone a business card, and the word "Zhishao" was printed on the antique business card.

Everyone knows that a sweet potato is a sweet potato, and a juvenile sweet potato is just a small sweet potato...

Under the current situation, no one is in the mood to analyze the sweet potatoes. Everyone simply walked around the courtyard on the first floor. Apart from the strong breath of life, there is no more lifelessness than when they first arrived.

There were no residents on the first floor, and they were all bottom-line merchants. Everyone quickly found the "Five Sisters Restaurant", and there were still many diners inside.

In addition to small restaurants, there are also many small shops in Dishang.

The three long-legged girls were the most uncomfortable when they first arrived, but now they went to the small shop to take out their wallets to buy things. Sure enough, one of them bought a bottle of orange soda and stood in front of the small shop and drank it with a straw.

It seems that the money in the wallet can be used here, and everyone is relieved.

"Don't you think it's strange that the shops of these low-end merchants are supposed to open outwards, why are all these doors facing inwards?" Ke Xun couldn't help asking Mu Yiran beside him, and inadvertently smelled the smell of men's perfume on the other party's body : Cedar, oakmoss, nice smell.

"Before entering the door, there was a demolition notice posted on the outer wall of the apartment in May 1996." Mu Yiran believes that these shops are probably not allowed to open to the outside world.

"Hey, have you seen the demolition notice? I saw those big red characters: there is a ghost." Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran with a smile.

Everyone was very uncomfortable by Ke Xun's "ghosts", but in fact, everyone saw that those blood-red spray-painted characters were sprayed on the outer wall of the apartment, and it was written everywhere in hideous fonts: there are ghosts.

Suddenly there was a burst of wanton laughter from the shop in front, and then a girl in red walked out of the door.

She wears a cylindrical fiery red skirt, and wears a hairstyle that is probably very fashionable in this era-Ω hairstyle, commonly known as valgus.

The girl in red turned her hair into a graceful arc with hairspray, her thin and tall eyebrows also drew a graceful arc, her glossy red lip gloss, and her pouting made her feel affectionate.

In comparison, the three long-legged girls with new brows and red lips looked a bit rough.

The shop the girl walked out of was a barber shop, and from her appearance, she should be the owner here.

"Are you new here?" The girl greeted them with a strong Zhejiang accent.

Another vivid NPC appeared.

Seeing the beautiful woman, Shouzhu seemed to regain his spirits: "No one sees the light rain all day long, and the mandarin ducks are bathed in red."

Everyone: "..."

Zhishao also smiled all over her face: "Sister, in fact, we are from the art gallery..."

"Museum? Are you sent by a Hong Kong developer?" The girl in red suddenly cut off his words coldly.

Qiu Lu hurriedly said, "We are just tourists!"

The girl in red rolled her eyes and stared at everyone: "Then you have to close the door, it's haunted at night."