Paintings of Terror

Regarding Xin Beibei's corpse, Ke Xun has already thought of the reason - only the living can be squeezed out of color, people may stop secreting color after death, or the color may not be fresh enough, so Xin Beibei's previous blue liquid will be extracted Taken away, the useless corpse is left in the bottle.

Zhang Tianwei was alive until he became as small as a fist.

Xin Beibei had also been alive before, and she didn't really die until after her body and head were separated.

Everyone was very confused about the situation on the sixth floor. Wei Dong directly thought it was a bug, but he couldn't explain where the purple liquid came from.

"Purple must have other meanings, but we still can't think of the answer." Shi Zhendong looked at the hall where the color was gradually darkening, feeling a little depressed.

Qin Ci looked at Mu Yiran's expression, and asked tentatively, "Does Xiao Mu have a clue?"

"I'm just thinking, when 'painting' confuses people, is it random or selective." Mu Yiran expressed his thoughts while the sky was not completely dark-time is getting tighter, Mu Yiran Of course, I don't want some conclusions to end up being an afterthought.

"I think it's selective," said Zhu Haowen. "Especially on the first day, we didn't know that we would be bewitched if we were alone in the hall. There should be more than one person who had the chance to stay alone in the hall that day—at least There will always be people passing through the hall to go to the bathroom between work, and the process of walking from the work room to the bathroom can be regarded as being alone in the hall."

"What is the purpose of choosing these people?" Miao Zipei asked.

"If I guessed correctly, the person who was bewitched on the first day should be He Yu." Zhu Haowen said.

Shi Zhendong seemed to have thought of something: "What does Haowen mean to say that paintings are specially for those with weak mental abilities?"

Shi Zhendong also felt that his statement was inaccurate: "Anyway, they are people who have poor psychological defense ability and are easily exploited by others." Shi Zhendong's voice became a little low: "For example, a simple girl like Beibei."

Zhu Haowen nodded: "Compared to Zhang Tianwei, He Yu seems to be more explicit and impulsive. Now that I think about it, his behavior of rushing into the red room with his hands full of yellow paint should be because the painting took advantage of his impulsiveness. Amplify this and end up being the devil who kills himself and his roommates."

Several people tried not to look at Guo Lixia, for fear of being caught by her, but they had to speculate about this matter in their hearts: Although Guo Lixia is not young, she is a big-hearted person, such a person is easy to be caught Psychological weakness, that's why he was drawn to take advantage of the loopholes.

"No matter what, our actions in the future should be like this, and we should try our best to stay together so as not to be bewitched by the painting." Qin Ci said.

Everyone nodded. At this time, the room had gradually lost its color, but everyone didn't want to go back to their bedrooms.

Mu Yiran's voice sounded in the dimly lit hall: "I'm not referring to the painting's choice of people. In this world, color is as important as the soul."

Ke Xun's thoughts followed Mu Yiran as much as possible: "If this is the case, then the order of color selection is: red, blue..." Ke Xun didn't say the latter, Guo Lixia's color is also blue.

Miao Zipei's voice suddenly rose: "The combination of red and blue is exactly purple! The combination of Zhang Tianwei's red liquid and Xin Beibei's blue liquid is exactly purple! The purple you saw on the sixth floor should be these two liquids mixed liquid!"

When everyone heard this, they suddenly became enlightened. Qin Ci also asked, "But why didn't the clock and the gate change accordingly?"

"Because the final color has not been completed." Mu Yiran's voice was somewhat cruel, "The sixth floor should be a place where all the colors are concentrated. The purple liquid we saw today is about two-fifths of the glass jar. There is capacity for the other three colors."

"Using red and blue to make purple is understandable to me, but mixing other colors together..." Before Weidong finished speaking, he heard Ke Er beside him say coldly: "It's black, all the colors Mixed together is black."

Ke Xun has always remembered the news about the three colors in the winter of 2017. At that time, many people's heads were replaced with the three primary colors, and the junction of the three colors was exactly the bottomless black.

"Black, worshiping black, is exactly the color of shadows." Mi Wei's voice trembled.

All colors ultimately have only one rule, which is to become black.

Everyone looked at the room that had turned into darkness, and felt a kind of grief in their hearts, and they couldn't tell who it was for, it seemed to be for themselves, and it seemed to be for others.

"But I don't understand," said Zhu Haowen, "why the third choice overlapped. It stands to reason that the painting should choose a color different from the previous one."

The first choice was red He Yu, and the second choice was blue Xin Beibei, so the third choice should not be the same blue Guo Lixia.

Mu Yiran: "The painting is also moved by the camera, and it is obvious that its ultimate goal is another person."

Ke Xun instantly understood what Mu Yiran meant. The painting was only using Guo Lixia as a springboard, and its target was actually Mi Wei—the yellow Mi Wei.

If we speculate in this way, then the order of red, blue and yellow will come out, so that at least the three primary colors are gathered, and the painting can get the black it wants in advance.

Mu Yiran continued: "If purple and green are added, the effect may be stronger, but there are also times when the painting is impatient."

A few smart people have already understood what Mu Yiran said. Qin Ci said: "If the shadow gets black, it should have stronger abilities. Now we are helpless against it, and it is hard to imagine the future..."

"So, we can't let her get yellow." It was Mi Wei who spoke. As the night darkened, her body was covered with black and white fan-shaped patterns. If it was daytime, you could see these bright goose-yellow fan-shaped textures .

Mi Wei's body has been polluted with green juice, which means that the boss's attempt tonight has failed.

At least for this night, only Mi Wei and Guo Lixia were eligible. At this time, although everyone was discussing the problem, their eyes were all staring at the group of dot patterns that belonged to Guo Lixia.

"It's getting late, I want to go back to sleep." Ke Xun yawned, "Everyone go back to sleep too."

"It's best for everyone not to go out and get up at night tonight. We have placed corresponding containers in each room. When life and death are at stake, don't worry about the defense of men and women." Qin Ci said.

Guo Lixia seemed a little tired, she stretched her waist and went back to her room to lie down.

There was one person missing in the blue room tonight, so Ke Xun simply lay on another bed.

Xin Beibei's figure covered with diamond patterns seemed to be still vivid in his memory.

Ke Xun tried his best not to let himself think about Xin Beibei. If he thought about it too much, he would naturally recall those extremely unpleasant experiences.

"Team leader, although you were playing charades just now, I basically understood." Guo Lixia who was on the opposite bed suddenly spoke.

Ke Xun didn't know what to say for a while.

"You are doubting me, suspecting that I have been bewitched."

Ke Xun remained silent, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Guo Lixia sighed: "I really regret what happened to that little girl Mi Wei today. Based on your analysis just now, I also feel that what I did today is quite wrong."

"That's why we nailed the windows, and they will nail a board to our door from the outside later." Ke Xun said.

"Why bother, you just tie me up, just like tying Mi Wei." Guo Lixia's round dot pattern was very eye-catching in the black.

"Sister Guo..."

"What I'm saying is true!"

"At present, we are only suspicious, and we are not fully sure."

"That's why I didn't ask you to pollute my color. I'm also afraid that I will be wronged."

...Finally, at Guo Lixia's strong request, Ke Xun really tied him up, trying to tie it loosely, so that people would not suffer so much.

This night seemed extraordinarily long, and that huge black shadow hadn't arrived for a long time.

This night seemed to be extraordinarily quiet, because the absence of Sister Guo's snoring made the whole night even more desolate.

Guo Lixia couldn't sleep either, so she just chatted with Ke Xun in the dark: "Actually, I don't have any last words. We don't have any old people in our family, so I am alone. My son is abroad with his father. The possibility of coming back I’m very small. I’ve lived a boring life all my life. I talk fast and love to offend people. I haven’t saved any money. The house I live in now can be left to my son. When I die, the law will probably divide it up like this ...The house is worth a lot now, and my son will definitely go back to China for this... If he can put a grave for me and his grandparents, I didn't give birth to him and raise him in vain..."

The more Ke Xun listened, the more uncomfortable he became, but he didn't know what words to use to comfort a dying person.

The large area of ​​darkness came in the voice of Guo Lixia, which made people feel like a speeding train suddenly entered the cave.

The window has been nailed, and the original gray pane silhouette has disappeared, but the darkness is pervasive. Ke Xun even smelled the unique smell of that black shadow again.

Guo Lixia's voice disappeared after the world turned black, and was replaced by a painful gasping voice.

Ke Xun boldly asked in the dark: "Sister Guo? Sister Guo?!"

Ke Xun felt the powerlessness again, as if he had stepped into the boundless black space, with no bottom up, down, left, or right.

Guo Lixia's gasping stopped.

The world is as quiet as dead.

Ke Xun unconsciously remembered a sentence: Death is like water disappearing into the water.

When the darkness finally left, Ke Xun even thought that these eye-catching wavy patterns on his body were an illusion.

This time the darkness was too long, making people almost afraid of the light.

There are only two gray beds and the pattern on Ke Xun's body left in the room, and the rest is black.

The polka dot pattern belonging to Guo Lixia disappeared.

Ke Xun felt a little sad, but he still groped his way to Guo Lixia's bedside. If he could touch Sister Guo's discolored body, he might be able to recover his breathing through first aid.

Ke Xun never gave up a glimmer of hope, and many turning points were driven by a glimmer of hope.

The bed opposite was searched by Ke Xun, and the bottom of the bed was also searched by Ke Xun, but there was nothing.

Ke Xun squatted down and searched every inch of the floor again, no, still no.

Where is Miss Guo?If it was like Ye Ningchenyi, there should be a corpse, if it was dragged away like Xin Beibei, how did her body pass through the gap in the wooden boards that were as thin as the tip of a knife?