Paintings of Terror

The door that Xiao Sang knocked on is very familiar to Ke Xun, because the candlelight from this room last night is still vivid in his memory - this is the room 402 where the three girls lived before.

In this 402, only Xin Miao lives alone.

Xiao Sang persistently knocked on the door for nearly 2 minutes. Seeing that there was no movement at the door, she stepped on her high heels and left.

Before the rhythm resumed, Xiao Sang stopped in front of a door every few steps, as if distinguishing the residents inside.

Ke Xun lowered his voice and said quickly, "If I guess correctly, her next door is our 411."

Xiao Sang's short stay in front of each door should be to judge whether the person living in this door is the person outside the painting-if the answer is yes, she will try to knock on this door.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Xiao Sang walked along the corridor counterclockwise, 402, 401, 416, 415, 414...

"Don't look any further," Mu Yiran withdrew her gaze, and leaned her body sideways against the wall. This angle prevented the person on the opposite side from seeing anything from the window. "If she doesn't respond, she should leave."

Ke Xun also pressed his body against the wall as he said, listening to the sound of high-heeled shoes walking slowly towards his ears-this feeling of waiting is uncomfortable, as if waiting for some doomsday.

Xiao Sang, who was wearing high heels, finally walked to 411, stayed for a while, and knocked on the door.

The knock on the door was rhythmic and polite.

This lasted for 2 minutes. Just when Ke Xun thought it was about to end, the knock on the door suddenly increased in frequency, showing a little impatience.

Neither of them dared to move, they stood almost holding their breath, trying to minimize their sense of existence.

The rapid knock on the door lasted for more than two minutes before it stopped helplessly. The high heels took two steps forward and suddenly stopped in front of the small window.

The other party knocked on the window unwillingly—bang, bang, bang...

A black shadow shrouded the window, and the people outside seemed to be trying to look in, when suddenly a thin voice came: "Open the door, open the door for me, I am Xiaosang."

Ke Xun broke out in a cold sweat from nervousness. Speaking of which, he also had a PK with Hei Shitian at the beginning, but now he was actually frightened by the weird little woman outside.

"Open the door~" The voice was a little coquettish.

Both of them held their breaths, trying not to let things outside perceive them.

The woman outside let out a soft sigh, and then left angrily. The voice of the high heels also showed disappointment, and it became slow and disorderly.

The next door should be 410, so the two of them still dare not move because they are too close.

Unexpectedly, the sound of footsteps went away until it almost disappeared.

Mu Yiran slowly turned her head to look at the cracks in the curtains: "She's gone downstairs."

Ke Xun breathed a sigh of relief: "Why did she let 410 go?"

Mu Yiran's deep voice came: "If I'm not wrong, she came out of 410."

This sentence made Ke Xun break out in a cold sweat, and carefully squeezed his eyes to look out from the crack of the curtain again. The figure in red had already reached the third floor.

Because it is going down from the stairs in the west corner next to 409, so the figure first appeared at the position of 308 on the third floor, still in the counterclockwise direction, and at the same speed as before. Every few steps, it stopped in front of the door for a while, and then step forward.

Qin Ci and Li Taiyong lived in 307, and the figure in red knocked on the door as expected.

Ke Xun felt a string in his heart. Although he knew that Qin Ci was always right, and the old man Li Taiyong would not make any mistakes, this little Sang was really confusing. angry...

Xiao Sang finally gave up on 307. She knocked on the door for a long time just now, but she didn't knock on the window again and walked towards 306.

"Strange, I thought she would knock on the door for longer each time." Ke Xun was puzzled.

"Maybe, she has some way to smell or sense the smell of the people inside." Mu Yiran said.

"You mean the number of people?" Ke Xun thought for a while, and the number of people in his room was the same as that given to them by Qin. "Could he still be able to smell the height and weight?"——If we talk about this, how much should my room be? highest value in the room.

"No, I think her method of distinction should be gender and age." Mu Yiran's voice was slightly awkward.

Ke Xun suddenly realized that he was very pure before, and he had forgotten that the ghosts usually knock on the door to find something—especially this female ghost is likely to come from 410. According to Qiu Lu, this woman loved to read some messy books when she was alive. ...and once left shocking poems in both men's and women's restrooms...

But, is this a female ghost?Xiao Sang obviously appeared during the day.

There are two rooms on the third floor where companions live, except for 307 where Qin Ci and Li Taiyong live, and the other room is 309 where Shouzhu and Zhitiao live.

Xiao Sang walked almost half of the circumference of the corridor before slowly reaching the destination.

And because of the limited sight, 309 is almost directly below 411, so neither Mu Yiran nor Ke Xun can see the movement below, and can only rely on their ears to hear.

There was a knock on the door, which lasted for about 2 minutes, and Xiao Sang uttered the Jiangsu-Zhejiang accent again: "Open the door, I am Xiao Sang, brother, open the door."

Mu Yiran said in a low voice: "Do you feel that this voice is a little different from Xiao Sang's during the day?"

Ke Xun was a little slow in distinguishing voices: "The accent is almost the same."

"No, this accent is a bit deliberate, as if imitating the Wenzhou dialect." Before Mu Yiran finished speaking, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from downstairs.

This move caught people off guard. Did 309 open?who is it?Who opened the door for her?

——It should be Shouzhu.

The door opened and closed again.

There is no sound during the whole process.

After a while, there was the sound of staggering footsteps, and a figure appeared in the corridor on the third floor. Seeing that posture, he was very panic-stricken, and finally walked to 307 where Qin Ci lived. It seemed to be knocking on the door. After a while, the door opened, and the man left Go in—it's impossible to tell who this person is in the dark.

The whole building fell silent again.

Ke Xun's heart sank, waiting for some kind of exclamation or cry for help.

There was no sound for a long time, just like the silent fire last night.

307 opened the door, is this a way to accept visits?Is it a foul?

309 opens the door to outsiders, so what about this behavior?

Suddenly there was a panting sound, the panting sound was too loud, as if it was close to the ear, no, no, it was like the sound from a large stereo.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran looked at each other, and then they were sure it wasn't his auditory hallucination, the voice came again, this time it was more explicit panting and moaning...

Fuck, where did this extremely obscene and terrifying noise come from?

Ke Xun felt that the ground trembled slightly, and suddenly felt a white light shining outside the window, so he hurriedly turned his gaze to the window again.

Looking at the past, it is unforgettable forever. Ke Xun felt that bright fireworks that lasted for ten centuries exploded in his pair of pupils.

A pair of huge mountain-like bodies are stacked in the center of the courtyard of the whole tube building, and the huge white people are doing indescribable things in ecstasy...

The whole scene is like a giant hologram, but so real that their exhalation almost blurs the glass windows.

Ke Xun finally understood the essence of "spicy eyes". At this time, his eyes withstood the huge pressure, and stared out of the window on the verge of explosion, unable to even blink.

Excuse μbi, it's a pity...Ke Xun can't even swear, and in the face of such a huge behavior of breaking the lower limit, all swearing seems to be a hymn.

Is this kind of "watching" uncontrollable?Ke Xun tried his best to look to the side, but his eyes couldn't move at all, he could only stare at the huge sky-like "living erotic palace" in front of him...

The bodies of the two giants were shining, as if they were actively attracting the attention of others. Ke Xun finally distinguished with difficulty that the thin and huge man was thin bamboo, while the abnormally white woman was not. Xiao Sang.

Perhaps because the "action" was too intense, the woman threw off the Ω-shaped black wig on her head, revealing her long snow-white hair. The two exchanged angles passionately, and the woman's entire face was exposed to Ke Xun's little in front of the window...

Snow-white face, white eyebrows and eyelashes, only the pupils are light pink, like wearing contact lenses.

The woman shed passionate tears, shouted some unbearable words, and those shocking poems.

Ke Xun competed with himself, and finally closed his eyes with great strength, and gradually his body was able to move. Then he turned around quickly and leaned against the wall panting heavily——I didn't know how to "appreciate" this What is so tiring about this thing, but it is exhausting physically and mentally.

Mu Yiran had already leaned against the wall, and the two looked at each other, revealing an innocent expression like a stick figure.

I want to cry without tears.

The noise outside continued and became more and more intense, as if a giant surround sound system had been installed around the entire building, so that the whole world could hear their actions.

Ke Xun staggered back to the bed and lay down on it: "Emma, ​​you scared me to death, but you destroyed me to death."

Mu Yiran still stood by the window without moving, but his eyes no longer looked out. The coldness and stiffness in the room formed a sharp contrast with the intense stimulation outside the window.

The loud noise outside lasted for almost two hours before it slowly subsided...

Ke Xun also gradually recovered from the huge nausea and panic: "Outside, is it over?"

Mu Yiran still didn't look out, but opened half of the curtains directly. Ke Xun was caught off guard and saw the unfinished scene outside the window, and didn't know which organ of the giant the close-up of the window was shining on. Words.

Ke Xun felt numb for a while, and finally retched.

"That's an albino." Mu Yiran's voice seemed even colder against the sound outside the window.

"Who?" Ke Xun smelled the Eight Immortals tube, and wanted to eat some Danshen dripping pills to calm his shock.

"The woman pretending to be Xiao Sang outside the window should be the white woman Sha Liu saw last night. Judging from her skin and pupils, she should be an albino."

"Why is she pretending to be Xiao Sang?"

"It's hard to say, I think Xiao Sang is more attractive to men." Mu Yiran said these words with an expressionless face.

Indeed, a woman like Xiao Sang has successfully attracted Shou Zhu during the day, maybe Shou Zhu thought it was the real Xiao Sang knocking on the door just now, so she opened the door for her regardless of the rules.

This is the real "seeing color and forgetting death" in the legend.

When the sound outside the window completely disappeared, the sky was already dim.

Ke Xun rested on the bed for a while, then got out of bed and opened the curtains, and the outside finally returned to normal.

As if those two gigantic copulating couples last night were a fantasy, or a grotesque, suffocating dream.

"What happened last night is more in line with Luo Bin's magical realism painting style." Mu Yiran made an artistic summary of this ridiculous incident.

"Really." Ke Xun felt that he couldn't even speak.

The two of them opened the door and walked out. The first light of dawn was already shining in the corridor. Some people had come out of the room one after another, including Sha Liu and Qiu Lu who lived next door—the expressions of the two people were like stones. I was numb from tossing late.

Looking down, there are several people surrounded by the courtyard and a naked male corpse.