Paintings of Terror

The doors and windows of the main room were tightly closed, making it hard to imagine the situation in the house at this moment, but Ke Xun also ignored the main room, strode to the firewood room, and slammed on the door vigorously: "Dongzi! Dongzi! How do you Like? Dongzi!"

The more they smashed, the more frightened they became. There was no movement in the firewood room for a long time.

Ke Xun was startled, threw off Mu Yiran's arm who seemed to be blocking him, raised his foot and kicked hard on the woodshed door.

There was a loud bang, and the door was slammed against the wall of the house amidst the flying smoke. Ke Xun rushed in, and saw Wei Dong and the little braid Liu Yufei holding an ax in their arms, leaning their heads against each other. He huddled down in the woodpile in the corner, motionless.

"Dongzi—" Ke Xun called out, the tremor in his voice that he didn't even notice.

Wei Dong clicked his lips twice and changed his posture.

Ke Xun: "..."

Asleep.

This guy is really big-hearted.

He stepped forward and kicked Wei Dong's thigh, Wei Dong opened his eyes and fumbled for the ax in his arms, and saw that it was Ke Xun, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly: "What's wrong? What are you doing here? Something happened?"

"What are you shouting for?" Ke Xun kicked him again, "Why are you so sleepy, I almost smashed the house outside and couldn't wake you up."

Wei Dong pulled out cloth balls from his left and right ears: "What did you say?"

"...Why are you plugging your ears?" Ke Xun was speechless.

"Fuck, I'm afraid!" Wei Dong stood up with a blue face, "Didn't you hear it last night? The screams in the room almost didn't scare me to pee, and we didn't dare to go out, just listen." The cry was frightening, so I simply blocked my ears, it was death anyway, it would be better to die peacefully."

As he was talking here, Liu Yufei also woke up next to him, and his face looked very bad. He looked at Mu Yiran who was standing at the door: "How many died?"

Mu Yiran shook his head lightly: "I don't know."

"Go and have a look." Liu Yufei threw down the ax and walked out.

"Hey——are you crazy? There might be something in that room, you still want to go and see?" Wei Dong grabbed him.

"What did I tell you last night?" Liu Yufei shook off his hand impatiently, "Even in the world in the painting, the abnormal phenomenon is in line with the logic shown in the painting. This painting is a Chinese folk painting. A certain scene of something, the 'ghost thing' in this context usually doesn't appear in the daytime."

"...that makes sense," Wei Dong looked thoughtfully at Ke Xun, "what do you think?"

"I want to see it too." Ke Xun said.

Most of people's fear comes from the unknown. The more you know, the less fear you will probably have.

When he came out of the firewood room, he saw several people coming out of the east room, their expressions were not very good-looking, and they stood silently in the yard, looking at the mourning hall in front.

Ke Xun saw the owner of the pancake stand among them, his face was as white as paper, his legs were trembling unceasingly, and when he came near him, a smell of urine came from him.

But no one would laugh at him this time.

A man in his thirties with a mellow voice glanced at everyone and pointed to the door: "Go in and have a look?"

There were two or three nodding, obviously it was not the first time for these people to enter the world in this painting.

The pancake stall owner let out a hoarse moan: "Don't—don't open that door! Are you crazy?! There's a ghost in that door! There's a ghost! You'll let the ghost out! Are you looking for death?! I don't want to Die! I don't want to die! Ow—"

Suddenly collapsed, turned around and rushed out of the yard, disappearing into the gray morning mist.

"...Is he all right?" Wei Dong quickly went to drag Liu Yufei again.

He had eaten the pancakes from the boss's house several times, and they tasted good and plentiful, so he really couldn't bear to have something happen to the boss.

"What did I tell you last night?!" Liu Yufei shook off Weidong's hand violently, not wanting to talk to him at all, and followed the man with the mellow voice and those who nodded before, and walked towards the main house together.

"What did he tell you last night?" Ke Xun asked Weidong.

"Where do I remember it? I've already forgotten it." Wei Dong frowned.

"Go in and have a look first." Ke Xun pointed to the main house.

Ke Xun paused when he passed the pair of boys and girls wrapped in paper.

At this moment, they acted like they were all right, but the behavior of the two of them was not like that last night.

Ke Xun quickly glanced at the virgin boy's face. This rough face of the painter was no different from the one pasted in front of him last night. Dull almond eyes.

Passing the pair of paper figurines, Ke Xun was about to enter the door, but Mu Yiran who was standing at the door turned his head and glanced at him: "It's not very pretty inside, think about it before you go in."

Ke Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Wei Dong beside him: "Do you want to see it?"

Wei Dong desperately shook his head: "Don't watch! I'm afraid of having nightmares."

Ke Xun twitched the corner of his mouth: "Our current situation is not much different from a nightmare. Don't look around."

"You want to go in and have a look?" Wei Dong was surprised.

Ke Xun nodded: "I have to see, even if I die, I have to die clearly, otherwise I will not be reconciled."

"Then...then how about...I accompany you in?" Wei Dong had a bitter look on his face as if he would risk his life to accompany a gentleman.

"No need," Ke Xun pushed him away, "There are several people inside, stay away. Did you get up early to pee?"

Wei Dong: "...No."

Ke Xun: "Go and scatter."

Weidong: "Oh."

Seeing Weidong walk a few steps away, Ke Xun turned around and caught Mu Yiran's gaze on him.

Seeing that he was about to look away, Ke Xun stepped forward and suddenly smiled: "Just now you stopped me from being the first to enter Dongzi's woodshed, because you were afraid that I would not be able to accept it suddenly. Are you stimulated by the matter? This is probably the so-called cold face and hot heart?"

Mu Yiran ignored it and walked into the house. Ke Xun stretched out his arm and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you."

The end of the words stopped abruptly when he saw the situation in the house.

The main room is indeed a mourning hall for mourning, hung with cloth curtains and banners and paper money and ingots. In the middle is a black background with white characters, and a large "Dian" character is written.

The black lacquered coffin is placed in the center of the room. In front of the coffin are incense candle offerings, two futons in front of the offering, and a copper basin for burning paper for offering sacrifices.

The three people with cloth strips with the word "Min" on their waists fell down in different places in the house.

The linen robes on the three people were intact, undamaged, and no wounds were seen. However, looking at the faces of the three people, there were two blood holes at the eyes of each person, and the dark blood covered them. A pale face with distorted muscles, and a mouth that was opened to the extreme due to fear or screams, revealing a black throat and a mouthful of blue-white bloodshot teeth.

Two or three people were so startled by such a terrifying face that they blurted out a low growl, and one turned his head and walked out of the main room.

Ke Xun just glanced at it and didn't want to look again, but saw the man in his early thirties walking up to the corpse instead, squatting down to examine it carefully.

Ke Xun's attention was on the coffin.

Although in the real world, cremation has already been carried out in the city he lives in, but he has also seen coffins on TV. After looking at them, his eyes suddenly paused, he pulled Mu Yiran's arm next to him, and lowered his voice Leaning to his ear: "Look at this coffin - there are no nails."

Mu Yiran's eyelids moved, and he walked slowly and quietly, circled the coffin half a circle, and even reached out to touch the coffin at an angle that was invisible to everyone.

Ke Xun looked at him, waited for him to come back, and asked in a low voice, "How is it, what did you find?"

Mu Yiran ignored him.

Ke Xun sighed: "If you don't tell me, I'll go over and lift the coffin."

"You're courting death." Mu Yiran looked at him coldly.

"Correct me, it's about surviving death." Ke Xun curled up the corners of his mouth, and gave a slightly unsmiling smile, "Being passively beaten is waiting to die. This is not my habit. I have to find the answer. If there is no answer, I will find it." Problem, find out the problem and then solve the problem, I don’t want to die like these three people, have you seen that the clothes on these three people are still neat, and these things in the room don’t show signs of being tampered with, what does that mean?”

Mu Yi didn't answer, just looked at him indifferently.

"It means that these three people died without any power to fight back, without even basic resistance," Ke Xun's voice cooled down, "They didn't do anything except scream, I don't want to die so uselessly. Even if the murderer It is a completely irresistible force. I also want to know what this force is before I die, and I have to do everything I can to resist it. This is my life."

Mu Yiran met Ke Xun's staring gaze, and then looked away after a while, turning his gaze to the man squatting on the ground to examine the corpse, and said in a deep voice, "He's a doctor, let's wait for his autopsy results first."

Ke Xun didn't say any more, just stood by and waited quietly.

It was said that it was an autopsy, and he could only do a simple examination without tools. The doctor stood up after a long time, glanced at the few people in the room, then lowered his eyelids, and a mellow bass slowly sounded: "These three people, He was scared to death. His eyes were taken out by a sharp weapon before he died. This kind of sharp weapon may be a very sharp and narrow dagger, or it may be... long hard nails."

As soon as the words fell, everyone couldn't help but looked at the coffin in the room.

"Let's examine the room carefully again," said the doctor calmly.

The crowd did not speak, they dispersed silently, carefully and cautiously inspecting every corner of the mourning hall.

After all, I still have to find the signature or seal of the author of this painting. Even if the situation in front of me makes my heart shudder, I have to bite the bullet and look for it carefully.

Ke Xun tore off a curtain to cover the faces of the three dead people.

Mu Yiran stood by the door with his arms folded, as if lost in thought.

Ke Xun searched around the room, but found no signatures or seals, so he was about to step out the door. He saw the boys and girls at the door, and turned back, asking Mu Yiran, "If I use these two When the fire burns out, what do you think will happen?"