Paintings of Terror

At 10 o'clock in the evening, everyone couldn't stay in the house, so they simply went to the corridor to breathe and cool off.

Ever since they knew that the top of the Tongzilou was slowly gathering inwards, everyone felt that the top of the patio had become cramped and narrow, and every time they looked up, they felt a sense of suffocation.

Sha Liu, Qiu Lu and Xin Miao, the three girls gathered together by the fence, discussing something nervously.

"I always feel that Salix is ​​not normal." Ke Xun waved his big cattail fan and looked at the three girls not far away.

"Speaking of which, I have experienced the last painting. Anyone who is nervous is nervous, but her behavior was not like this before." Wei Dong looked at Sha Liu coldly, always feeling that this girl was a little scary.

Indeed, the so-called nature is hard to change. When people face terrorist incidents, they often show their truest selves. When Sha Liu faced the Black Corpse Heaven, she was not frightened and frightened. What is shown is the calmness that is rare for young girls, and the self-protection that goes all out.

In the afternoon, when everyone was discussing "Bamboo shoots breaking ground", she lost control. When she heard the new instructions from the NPC at dinner, she became a little impatient. I don't know if she discovered something or had other purposes.

Sha Liu's eyes were also fixed on Ke Xun's side at this time, but the words on his mouth did not stop: "In short, once we finish breaking the ground, we will all die."

Qiu Lu was a little anxious: "I said all these things at the dinner table just now, I just want to ask, is there anything else?"

Sha Liu showed a look of hesitation: "I didn't deliberately hide it from you. After all, everyone didn't think of a solution. I'm afraid that it will scare you if you say it."

"It's only fair if everyone knows it well!" Qiu Lu said hastily, and Xin Miao nodded beside her.

Sha Liu looked up at the top of the patio, and seemed to muster up a lot of courage: "Do you remember the disappearance of the stairs the night before yesterday?"

When the two heard this, they both looked in the direction of the stairwell with lingering fear.

"Brother Mu thinks that the sudden shrinkage of the patio entrance may be related to tonight's incident." Sha Liu's hand on the railing trembled slightly, apparently also very scared.

Xin Miao was stunned: "You, you mean, the change at the entrance of the patio is actually the same as the disappearance of the stairs?"

Sha Liu nodded with difficulty: "Brother Mu analyzed it this way, but he just mentioned it casually and didn't say much."

Xin Miao's face was as pale as paper: "Brother Mu is very accurate every time... What should we do, the whole building is going to put us to death!"

Qiu Lu was also too frightened to speak, and it took a long time before she said: "If the Tongzilou is closed, then the monster will catch a turtle in our urn."

"I don't know how that ghost in 307 is going to harm people. He won't really chop us into minced meat!" Xin Miao began to think of horror.

"Maybe it's not as intuitive and simple as we think, just like the white woman last night... Who would have thought that Shouzhu would die in that way..." Sha Liu recalled what happened last night with difficulty.

Xin Miao was so scared that she kept trembling: "I'm the only one left in 402. I don't want to be designed by someone to die. If something like Shouzhu happened last night, I'd rather die first!"

"But we'd better not touch the hard conditions of NPCs, otherwise we will die suddenly and uncontrollably like Tina and Zhisao." Sha Liu analyzed.

The other two girls also thought she was right, and also admitted that Sha Liu was the smartest of the three girls. Qiu Lu asked directly, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Sha Liu sighed: "The only thing I can think of is that stupid way, if it doesn't work, jump out of the window... After all, the outside is separated by a concrete wall, so we don't count as escaping to the outside world... Besides, we live on the fourth floor, so it's not necessarily so. You will definitely fall to your death..."

The two girls thought about it silently, and Qiu Lu's eyes lit up slightly: "The original words of the NPC are: Don't go out! If we go out through the window, will it be considered a loophole in the text?"

Sha Liu looked at Qiu Lu: "What you said is very reasonable. The concierge only said not to go out, but he didn't say not to jump out of the window."

Xin Miao was still afraid: "That's like jumping between the outer wall and the concrete wall!"

Sha Liu and Qiu Lu were very calm: "We went to the gate this afternoon to check. Every day at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, there will be an hour of opening time for those who buy vegetables or get off work to come in and out - between the cement wall and the outer wall is a Empty, that passage leads directly to the outside."

"But……"

"This is also a helpless solution. If you really encounter the situation like yesterday's Shouzhu, or something worse than that..." Qiu Lu frowned, "It's better to jump out of the window and die. Live and live."

Xin Miao nodded in front of Qiu Lu's determination.

Sha Liu didn't say anything more.

The voice of the concierge came from the courtyard downstairs: "Everyone go back to the house, the lights are about to be turned off!"

Everyone had to go back to their houses and continue to face the darkness and all the unknowns.

After returning to 411, Ke Xun suddenly found that the small window facing the corridor was missing curtains: "Who took our curtains off?"

Mu Yiran's voice was calm: "There are no curtains in every room, it should be done by NPCs."

Ke Xun looked at the bucket in the corner of the bedroom, probably the NPC took the curtains away when he was urinating the bucket.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Ke Xun hardly drank much water, and drank very little porridge at night, but Mu Yi didn't even drink porridge.

Both of them had had enough sleep at noon, and they were sitting on the bed at this time.

"Does this person have a walking route like Yafen tonight?" Ke Xun recalled that Yafen walked counterclockwise no matter which floor he was on last night.

"There may be rules here." Mu Yiran looked at the unobstructed window, the moonlight was very bright tonight, and he could even see the railings in the corridor clearly.

Ke Xun really likes to listen to Mu Yiran's speech in such a dark night. His voice is always calm, cold and full of mellowness: "According to the rules last night, after Yafen came out of 410, he didn't ring 410 again. The door should be the same tonight."

Ke Xun had never thought about it so carefully before: "It seems that the people in 307 should not turn back to knock on their own doors, but go directly to other houses. The 309 where Shouzhu and the others live has already been confiscated. Now it is Empty rooms, that is to say, people in 307 will go directly to the fourth floor."

In an environment like the fourth floor, it would be false to not be nervous when discussing such things, but Ke Xun sat beside Mu Yiran, somehow feeling very at ease.

Mu Yiran's voice sounded again: "If the person in 307 is also walking counterclockwise, then he will go upstairs from the stairs between 305 and 304, and after reaching the fourth floor, he will go counterclockwise to 402."

Ke Xun's voice continued: "If that person walks clockwise in the opposite direction, then he will go upstairs from the stairs between 308 and 309, and he will come to 410 clockwise when he goes up to the fourth floor."

No matter how you judge it, 411 will not be the first.

It sounds cruel, but there will always be an example to let people know what kind of person came out of 307, what he would do to these people, and whether he would knock on the door politely like Yafen did last night.

A cough came from outside, and the voice was a bit old.

"Wangfu——" a cry suddenly sounded, startling people.

Ke Xun and Mu Yi got out of bed at the same time, and found a suitable angle to look at the window, so that they could see the outside without leaning the whole person to the window.

A hobbled old man appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor, his legs seemed to be a little limp, his body was bent, he was holding a basin in his hand, and the other hand seemed to be stirring something in the basin.

This person is exactly the same as what Qin Ci described before.

"Wangfu—Wangfu—go home—" the old man's voice was hoarse, but he was still shouting with all his strength, as if he was calling for a child who hadn't returned home.

The old man staggered forward in a counterclockwise direction, knocked on the basin with the object in his hand, and made a bang bang bang sound: "Wangfu—the meal is ready—come back—"

The old man was groping for something in front of his chest, and soon he let out a sharp whistle, which seemed to be the whistle hanging on his chest, and the whistle sounded in a rhythm. Listening carefully, it sounded like he was shouting "" Wangfu".

The old man finally stopped in front of the gate of 402, no longer whistled or shouted hoarsely, and just stood quietly at the gate of 402.

This kind of stagnation makes people feel indescribably depressed.

In the end, the old man broke the silence by himself, knocking on the basin in his hand, and knocking again, gradually turning into frenzied and angry knocking. The bang bang bang sound was like some kind of spell in the night, trying to summon some fierce beast.

"Wangfu! Come out! Come out!" The old man's voice was very anxious, and he lay down on the window of 402, knocking on the window with the things in his hand: "Come out, Wangfu!"

This nervous roaring and beating lasted for about ten minutes before slowly ending.

It's hard to imagine what kind of psychological pressure Xin Miao, who lives alone in 402, has endured just now.

The old man seemed to be tired from shouting, and continued to move counterclockwise with heavy steps, knocking on the basin or blowing a whistle every few steps.

After a while, the desperate cry sounded again: "Wangfu—Wangfu—come back—"

In counterclockwise order, the next door is 411.

"Don't get too close." Mu Yiran went back to the bed and sat down, and Ke Xun also sat back softly.

The angle of the two candidates is facing the window, and it should be difficult to see the people inside from the outside.

"Wangfu, don't be naughty, come out!" The old man's voice came to the window of 411 like a nightmare.

The windows were banging hard, making angry bang bang noises.

Only then did Ke Xun vaguely see that what the old man was holding looked like a big iron spoon.

The windows rang for a long time, and every sound felt like the glass was about to shatter, but it didn't.

"Wangfu! Wangfu! Wangfu!!!" The old man's voice became more and more impatient, and when his emotions reached the extreme, he actually burst into tears, "Come back—"

With this cry, the scene in front of the window changed drastically.

Ke Xun could feel that Mu Yiran beside him also stiffened—the entire window was filled with a huge face, which belonged to an old man, wrinkled and unshaven.

What makes people feel even more uncomfortable is the expression on this face. It is an expression of suppressing grief, holding back the tears in his eyes, biting his lips tightly, and the whole face is trembling...

"Wangfu! Go home!" the weeping giant face begged, haggard in the shabby.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran sat motionless.

The huge face no longer made a sound, but moved closer to the front. The cloudy eyes tried their best to look in, and some gray eyes turned around, as if trying to see every corner of the room clearly.

The huge face, the constantly spinning eyeballs, and the gushing breath formed a kind of huge oppression and terror.

Ke Xun avoided looking at the giant face at the window, closed his eyes gently, and imagined himself as a piece of furniture, a piece of stone.

After a long time, the old man finally blew his whistle and knocked on the window of the next 410 with the iron spoon in his hand...

But Mu Yiran quietly walked to the window and watched quietly for a long time.

The old man at 410 was still the same as before. When his emotions reached a certain peak, he began to knock on the window frantically, screaming, crying, and cursing...

After it was over, the old man staggered up the stairs.

Only then did Mu Yiran gently return to the bedside: "From the outside, the person's overall body shape has not changed. The giant face in front of the window just now should be a kind of field or..."

"Magic realism style." Ke Xun summed it up in one word.

Mu Yiran nodded unexpectedly: "It makes sense."