Paintings of Terror

The images in the mirror seemed unable to hear Ke Xun's voice, and these people were still doing their own thing.

"We try not to let our shadows come into contact with these people." Zhu Haowen was a little vigilant, and subconsciously moved away from the gloomy Zhang Tianwei according to the angle in the mirror.

Ke Xun looked at Ye Ningchenyi who was about to pull up his sleeves: "These people should not harm us. Even if some people have malicious intentions, they can only play the role of shadows at night."

Ke Xun watched his shadow in the mirror being "disturbed" by Ye Ningchen. The girl seemed to want to pull herself up, but there seemed to be a layer of separation between her shadow and Ye Ningchen. You can't even touch yourself directly.

This reminded Ke Xun of sayings like heaven and man are separated forever.

Ke Xun tried to raise his arm, and greeted Ye Ningchen with his own image in the mirror. It seemed that it really worked. Ye Ningchen stared at Ke Xun in the mirror and smiled.

Ke Xun mouthed, "Miao Zipei."

Ye Ningchen was a little dazed and sad, shook his head slightly, and turned his gaze elsewhere.

"No, I'm very uncomfortable staying here," Wei Dong thumped his head, "I feel sick and want to vomit, as if my body is about to be divided."

The others didn't feel well either, and they were all holding on at this moment.

Mu Yiran remained silent for a while, he had already penetrated into the mirror room, scanning every mirror sharply: "These people in the mirror can't hurt us, don't be influenced by them, and try not to look closely at your own shadow. "

Hearing what Mu Yiran said, Weidong seems to be getting better. The discomfort just now was not a physical feeling, but caused by psychological problems. In this mirror room full of images, the first thing to overcome is the psychological problem. .

The people in the mirror probably felt bored, and they used their own colors to amuse themselves. He Yu had already painted a large landscape painting with red paint; I don't know how to paint, so I dipped my palms in blue paint and took a lot of sapphire blue handprints on the mirror.

"Have you noticed that the inside of the mirror is actually layered, and it is not a unified world." Zhu Haowen rubbed his chin and carefully observed the mirror.

Indeed, those colors seem to exist in another level or dimension, not affected by the refraction of the mirror, they are simply divided into fields according to the color.

Deep purple, bright yellow, warm red, soft green, refreshing blue, these colors flow in various gestures, intertwined into a new world.

"Look over there!" Weidong took advantage of the artist, and quickly found the bug in the color, pointing to a corner of the ceiling, "There seem to be two black spots there!"

Everyone focused their eyes on the two black dots on the mirror in the corner—as everyone approached slowly, they found that the so-called black dots were actually two letters, handwritten in a random way, and both letters were toward the lower right corner. Tilted for a quirky artistic touch: RR.

"Is this the initials of Rong Rang?" Everyone guessed.

Ke Xun had already set up Weidong, and Weidong raised his hand to touch the black signature on the ceiling. Wherever his fingers touched, it was as if he had touched the waves of water, and the two black letters turned into faint ink marks, scattered in all directions. open.

When Weidong's fingers left, those ink blots slowly gathered together, and finally combined into the previous two letters.

Mu Yiran frowned: "This is... the shadow of the signature?"

"Shadow? Signature and shadow?" Wei Dong couldn't stand the falsehood in this painting.

"Everything has shadows, especially in this world that emphasizes shadows, the painter's signature should have shadows."

Zhu Haowen looked at the window: "I think we should go to the maze immediately."

The five old members left from the window one after another tacitly. Although Ke Xun was confused at this time and didn't understand why he went to the maze, another follower who was confused was Wei Dong, who followed Ke Xun out of the window at this time.

No one noticed that part of the golden yellow in the mirror of the room was wiped away, revealing a face inside - it was Miao Zipei, who seemed to be trying to mix the purest color, with a dignified and pious expression on his face expression.

The five members climbed to the ground along the castle wall, and walked in the direction of the maze without stopping.

When passing by the pool, Ke Xun still stopped and looked in, and all the coins with the wheel-shaped pattern on the Miao Zi disappeared.

Everyone guessed the result from Ke Xun's expression, and while their hearts were heavy, they became more urgent: Tonight, the black shadows gathered the three primary colors of red, yellow and blue, and their abilities might have a qualitative leap.

"I have a way. Although it's a foul to walk the maze, I can only do this at the moment." Ke Xun showed a slightly rascal expression.

Seeing that Mu Yiran also cast his gaze over, Ke Xun continued, "We don't have to walk in the dark in the alleys, but we have to fly over the walls like night walkers."

"You mean, we walk on these bush walls, so that we can see the situation in the maze at a glance." Mu Yi looked at the bush walls of the maze, thinking that this method would work.

Ke Xun has dexterously climbed to the top of the bush wall. These bushes are very strong and can fully bear the weight of a grown man. Ke Xun made a posture looking into the distance: "The vision is good, at least three ring roads can be seen clearly. "

Several other people also climbed to the top of the bush wall one after another. Except for Wei Dong who was a little afraid of heights, the others were more comfortable.

"Now tell me, why did you lock your signatures in the maze?" Ke Xun had a good sense of balance, standing on top of a high wall as if walking on the ground.

"While you were working, the few of us made new discoveries in the maze." Qin Ci answered Ke Xun, "We found the man hidden in the maze. He was very fast, and we failed to contain him. But there was something special about that man—he had no shadow."

This discovery surprised Ke Xun: "What kind of person is that?"

"There are some colorful patterns on the clothes. He ran too fast to see clearly, but we can be sure that he has no shadow."

Ke Xun felt that he was getting closer to the truth: "In other words, this person without shadow is the real entity of that shadow?!"

Everyone expressed their acquiescence, and everyone began to walk slowly along the wall, and observed the situation in each maze ring from left to right.

Weidong walked the slowest, for fear that he would slip down if he accidentally stepped on the wrong foot: "The cerebellum seems to hinder the operation of the brain. I'm just walking on a tightrope... What did you just say? That person lives in the In the maze? His shadow lives in the castle? Can he be separated from his shadow?!"

Mu Yiran saw Weidong walking flickeringly, and stretched out his hand to give him a hand: "That mirror room is definitely not groundless, it should be the place where the shadow and his real body meet."

This is Weidong's first time "contacting" Mu Yiran, and suddenly he feels that the other party is not so cold, and he still has a rare sense of intimacy: "Thank you... Then according to what you said, the signature is the same, and the shadow In the House of Mirrors, the real signature is in the Maze!"

Mu Yiran found that after he gave Weidong a hand, the other party never let go of his hand, his palms were sweaty and he was clutching him hard.

Just when Weidong felt that Mu Yiran was getting more and more friendly, he suddenly heard a cold sentence from the other side: "Squat here and wait."

Weidong lowered his chassis for fear of falling: ...

Ke Xun in the distance said to Wei Dong: "Dongzi, you just stay on the outside and observe!"

Dongzi, who was likely to fall if he took another step forward, nodded hurriedly, and squatted tremblingly on the top of the wall.

"I saw that man!" Qin Ci quickly moved forward, pointing to an alleyway ahead.

The four people cooperated tacitly along the outer roads to secretly surround the person in the maze. The person was very fast and was familiar with the layout of the maze, but gradually realized that one person was too difficult to fight with four hands, so he simply stopped running.

At this time, everyone had pushed the man to the center of the maze, and the man stopped moving, and sat down directly on the lawn at the center of the circle.

Ke Xun fell off the wall and kept a relatively safe distance from the man.

Zhu Haowen and Mu Yiran also came down one after another, only Qin Ci remained on the commanding heights, keeping a vigilant observation of the surroundings.

The man wore a large robe embroidered with patterns in four colors: blood-red moons, blue circles and lozenges, goose-yellow wheels, and orange maze-shaped textures.

If the moon represents Zhang Tianwei, the circle represents Guo Lixia, the rhombus represents Xin Beibei, and the wheel represents Miao Zipei. These are the members who have absorbed their colors, then who does this orange maze pattern belong to?

"It's no wonder that we are divided into five colors. In addition to the three primary colors, there are also two secondary colors, purple and green, except that one orange is missing." Zhu Haowen's eyes rested on this person, "So you are Orange."

This person is very thin, but his eyes are piercing, and the whole person looks a little weird, probably because there is no shadow.

The man didn't say a word.

"Actually, I think that all colors have their beauty. There are people who like any color, and there are also those who like duck poop yellow and bile green." Ke Xun cleared his throat and said the opening remarks, "Anyway, all The colors are all black, so why not enjoy the process of these colors, these colors can be divided and combined as you like, why not give yourself some freedom!"

The shadowless man glanced at Ke Xun indifferently, but didn't speak.

Ke Xun really has never experienced this kind of eyes like a thousand-year-old cold hole. Compared with this person, Mu Yiran's coldness is at most a box of ice cream, which is still flavored with lemongrass.

The signature must have been hidden by this person. Judging from his cold eyes, even if he was tortured, he would not say a word.

"I'm willing to contribute a part of purple." Mu Yiran finally said, "In this way, you can collect six colors and get the black you want."

"Don't be fooled!" Ke Xun's mind suddenly appeared in the big glass jar for soaking people, and it was the first time in his life that he yelled from Mu Yiran.

"We have searched all the places we can find, and now we can confirm that the signature is on this person."