Paintings of Terror

Darkness and silence always make people feel uneasy.

Ke Xun was worried about Weidong, thought for a while, and asked Mu Yiran next to him: "If I go to the firewood room to see now, will something happen?"

It took a while for Mu Yiran's voice to resound: "I'm not sure if there's anything wrong, I only know that the last person who ran around at night died so that only a Tianling Gai remained."

"..." Ke Xun leaned back on the sack, but he didn't want to keep silent like just now—that feeling was like waiting to die, so if you don't die in silence, you can talk about death in silence: "Remember you Say this is the third painting you entered, how did you find the signature or seal for the first two paintings, can you tell me?"

"Not interested." Mu Yiran didn't show any face.

"...You are too lacking in team spirit," Ke Xun said, "An extra helper will give you more hope. You won't be happy for me to hold you back."

After a while, Mu Yiran spoke again: "There are no rules, and it's useless to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt heat in his ears. The kid beside him had no sense of being strangers to each other, so he leaned over very naturally, lowered his voice in his ear, and asked seriously: "Then what do you think of this painting? Where is the seal? Any idea?"

Mu Yiran frowned, he had never seen such a familiar person.

Sit up and return to him coldly: "If you can keep quiet, maybe you will have an idea soon."

"Then let me ask the last question." The boy was obviously thick-skinned, "If we stay in this room all night and don't go out, is it really safe?"

Mu Yiran was silent for a while, seeing that the kid was honestly waiting for his answer, he finally spoke: "Not necessarily. It has to be related to the content of the painting and the current situation. Generally speaking, the most dangerous place is the whole situation." The key points. Just like a painting, there are places that focus on expression, and there are also secondary places that are used as background or to highlight the key points. If you and I happen to be in the most important place in the painting, then probably, tonight There will be death."

It took a while for Ke Xun's voice to ring out: "I think, right now, the focus should not be on our granary, but on a discerning eye... that mourning hall."

Mu Yiran spoke calmly: "According to people's habitual thinking, most people would think that the mourning hall is the focus of the entire courtyard. But if you look at the picture shown in the whole painting, perhaps the mourning hall may not be the most prominent place. A painting that allows people to see the meaning of the painting at a glance can only be regarded as a 'good painting', but it may not be a masterpiece."

"So what you mean is that even if the mourning hall is the focus from the painting, the real intention expressed by the painting may not be in the mourning hall. It may be the three old locust trees next to the yard, or it may be the The old man's house, or maybe our granary," Ke Xun thoughtfully, "The real point is to guess based on the intention of the painting, isn't it?"

Mu Yiran let out a "hmm".

"By the way, what is this painting about?" Ke Xun asked.

"You didn't read it before you came in?" Mu Yiran asked back.

"I was frightened at that time, so I didn't care to look at it, even if I saw it now, I was scared and forgot," Ke Xun said, "I remember it was dark, with some gray and white things in the middle."

Mu Yiran was silent again, and Ke Xun felt that this guy probably despised him in his heart again, and he heard him say after a while: "The name of this painting is "Brief Affairs", and it was made by a painter named Li Jinghao. This painter prefers Humanities and customs paintings, I have traveled around since I was young, and recorded different folk customs in different places with a brush. This painting is one of them. It is a picture of funeral affairs in a remote mountain village. The whole painting has a gloomy tone and great tension. The performance is..."

When he said this, he stopped abruptly, and Ke Xun was about to ask, when he felt a hand quickly cover his mouth, the palm was dry and cool, with a little soapy smell.

Ke Xun originally wanted to hide on a conditioned reflex, but when he realized it, he turned his head and immediately gave up, letting him cover him without moving.

The room once again fell into a silence that could hear the sound of falling needles. Maybe people's five senses would be sharper than usual in the dark. Ke Xun vaguely heard a few unusual noises, which came from the courtyard outside the house.

He held his breath and listened carefully, the sound became more distinct, rattling, rattling, peeling, like... the sound of paper.

Ke Xun thought of the paper money and paper ingots hanging outside the mourning hall in the main house.

The noise is so loud, could it be that there is a strong wind blowing outside?

No, no, this voice is moving.

Unhurriedly, unabashedly, little by little, with a papery sound, approaching the granary.

It feels like someone is holding a large piece of cardboard and dragging it around on the ground.

It is also like someone wearing paper clothes, with limbs and torso rubbing together, walking slowly.

—Paper clothes? !Paper—paper people? !

Ke Xun was startled, thinking of the pair of boys and girls pasted in colored paper outside the mourning hall.

Someone is moving them?

The firewood room where Weidong is located is facing the mourning hall!

Ke Xun pushed away Mu Yiran's hand and wanted to get up, but suddenly Mu Yiran stretched out his hand to clamp an arm, and tried to break free, but he was twisted and twisted by this man for some reason, so he couldn't move. He leaned forward and pressed there.

"Looking for death." Mu Yiran's voice rang in his ears softly, with a bit of biting chill.

"I..." Ke Xun was about to speak, but a hard knee stretched out and pressed against his throat, so hard that he almost choked, and he couldn't utter a word.

Damn, he's still a trainee.

The person who knows current affairs is Junji.Ke Xun didn't move anymore, and he was being held down honestly.

The noise outside the house got closer, and the chirping and chirping actually reached the window of my own room, and then the sound stopped suddenly, and there was no more movement at all.

Ke Xun subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the window. The window sash was made of wood, impenetrable to light, the room was pitch black, and it was also late at night outside, so there was no light.

An eye suddenly appeared at the position of the window sash, as if there was a crack in the darkness, and this eye peeked into the room from this gap.

This is not the eye of a living person, or rather the eye of a real person.

It was drawn on paper, with white paper and black lines, a very simple eye, almond-shaped eye contour, black pupils, and a thin and curved eyebrow above the eye.

Ke Xun was glad that his throat was still supported by Mu Yiran's knee, otherwise he might not have blurted out the sudden fright.

He didn't know how he could see this eye clearly in such a dark room, without any light source inside and outside, but this eye was so clearly embedded in the gap of the window sash, at this moment Just stood there watching him, motionless.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Ke Xun held his breath.

This eye is looking at him, and the paper man outside is looking at him.

Mu Yiran behind him didn't move at all, and the two of them and the paper figurine outside the house just froze in place, falling into a weird stalemate.

I don't know how long this stalemate lasted, it may be very long, or it may be very short. Just when Ke Xun felt that his thoughts were about to go numb, the eyes of the paper man suddenly disappeared, and the picture in front of him fell into the infinite space again. in the dark.

Ke Xun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he saw a finger sticking out from the place where the paper man's eyes had disappeared. His skin was pale and his nails were black, scratching the wooden window panel. Very square and flat—it was a paper finger!

Damn—Ke Xun cursed in shock, when did a piece of paper become so rampant? !

Before finishing the thought, the finger suddenly began to exert force, scratching the window panel vigorously, making a harsh sound.The old wooden boards creaked, as if they were about to shatter under the scraping.

— it's coming in!After Ke Xun realized this possibility, he began to struggle - he couldn't let it in, he had to stop it!

Unexpectedly, Mu Yiran clamped down on his hands even more forcefully. Even though Ke Xun had a lot of strength, it was completely useless under Mu Yiran's hands.

Just about to use all his strength to break free, Jue Mu Yi suddenly pressed down and whispered in his ear: "Don't move! You can't stop it."

... Then you can't just wait to die.Ke Xun twisted his neck to make Mu Yiran look at his disapproving eyes, but before he could turn his head away, Mu Yiran's second words came to his ears again: "Listen, once it comes in, Absolutely don't move, and if it comes close, hold your breath, unless you want to die."

Ke Xun gave up struggling. After all, Mu Yiran has two more painting experience than him. Of course, one of the important factors is that his force value is higher than him. Right now, he is still restrained by him. Can't move.

Ke Xun tilted his head, and simply pillowed on Mu Yiran's knee beside him.

Mu Yiran: "..."

In the darkness, the sound of scraping the wooden window panels continued, and the sound of the sharp paper blades rubbing against the wrinkled wood made people feel goose bumps on their teeth.

Zhengqiang endured it, and the seconds were as fast as the middle of the year. Suddenly, there was a "rustling" sound behind him, followed by a heavy "dong" sound-the sacks piled up in the corner were probably because the two people's seats were loose just now. , actually fell to the ground at this moment.

After the loud noise, the room suddenly fell into a dead silence. Ke Xun raised his eyes and saw the finger in the crack of the window sash retracted. The next second, the entire window sash was suddenly slammed heavily. The burly man smashed his big fist on the window panel.

——The BOSS went berserk!The first thought in Ke Xun's mind was these words. He raised his head and wanted to ask Mu Yiran what to do now, but he felt that he had loosened his grip on himself, and his voice came again in a low voice: "Remember what I just said ,Do not move."

Don't move, isn't this just waiting to die?Ke Xun hesitated for a moment, and finally fell back—on Mu Yiran's lap again.

Just trust him once, and let him take your life first.

Mu Yiran's body froze slightly imperceptibly, and the hand that had been stretched out to push Ke Xun away stopped in the air, and was slowly retracted after a while.

The dilapidated wooden window panel finally couldn't resist the impact of that force, and it shattered and flew away with a "clang".

Remembering Mu Yiran's words, Ke Xun didn't dare to move, he could only roll his eyelids and look up.

At the window, a virgin boy made of paper figurines stood there quietly, with vivid facial features and a lifeless smile, looking at the two people in the room lifelessly.