Paintings of Terror

Mu Yiran, Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Qin CI didn't object to this.

Qin CI nodded to the glasses girl slightly, and his voice was warm and calm: "yes, but I still want to say something in front of me. Even those of us who have been painting can't guarantee to live through the night. I hope you know that the power in this painting is not something we can fight against with courage and strength. More often, we want to live on luck. At best, the role of us is to tell you our previous experience. If we want us to protect you, I'm afraid it will be too much for us to do. "

"Even so, thank you very much," she said

Qin Chi looked at the new people: "so who do you want to follow?"

Ma Zhenhua but interjected a way: "I - even if not new also can't! I don't know anything. I don't know anything. I have children in my family. I don't want to die. I want to follow him -- "he said, pointing to Mu Yi Ran.

"Why are you so selfish?" The young man in the new man quit, yelled and grabbed Ma Zhenhua's front. "My family still has parents! Who wants to die?! Selfish people like you don't end well, you know

Wei Dong was also disgusted with Ma Zhenhua. When he left the last painting, Ke Xun told him all about what he had done to Zhang Maolin, the boss of the private enterprise. Therefore, he also interrupted: "it has been decided that one old man should bring a new one. Comrade Ma, you should be the minority and obey the majority."

Then he turned to look at the long haired beauty: "sister, who do you want to talk to? I've been in painting, too. I've survived several times. "

Ke Xun:

The long haired beauty swept back and forth several times with her eyes on the faces of the crowd in a panic and helplessness, reaching out to Mu Yi Ran: "I, I choose him."

Ke Xun:

Weidong:

Qin Chi asked her glasses sister next to her: "how about you?"

Glasses sister's eyes also swept several times on the faces of the crowd, pointing to Kexun: "I want to choose him."

Weidong: This is the choice of security or boyfriend!

Ke Xun looked at the glasses girl: "let's get to know each other first. My name is Kexun. My brother is next to me. And you, sister

"My name is Shaliu. She and I are classmates A long haired beauty.

Kexun glanced at the beauty with long hair: "Oh, then she is called the Haloxylon tree?"

All of them said, "well

Long hair beauty white face angry: "my name is purple Ling!"

With both hands in his arms, Ke Xun turned his head toward Mu Yi Ran: "Purple Ling? That's a pity. His name is not Fei Yunfan. "

All of them said, "well

Qin CI asked the rest of the people, "how do you choose?"

Zhou Bin frowned: "you are all men. I can't let my girlfriend live in a tent with you."

The young man just said, "you two should have a tent by yourself. Anyway, they are not enough experienced people."

"Why, this is not fair," Zhou Bin refused, "then we are not very dangerous!"

"If you don't worry, you can only have one tent for both of you."

Zhou Bin thought for a while, pointed to Qin Ci and said to his girlfriend, "you and he have a tent." Another point to Weidong, "I have a tent with you."

The young man exclaimed, "who do you want to choose? I don't want to have a tent with this man!" One is Ma Zhenhua.

The rest of the family were silent and anxious.

The group was in a mess.

Wei Dong stealthily pulled Kexun: "you just acted like a little bitches eating vinegar."

"Less bullshit, more ambition," Kexun said. "People Haloxylon don't even glance at you in the eye of the tree. Don't tell others that you were raised by me in the future."

"It's like the shepherd likes to look at you." Wei Dong said.

The two of them used to talk nonsense to ease their tension after entering the painting, and a result has been reached there.

In view of Ma Zhenhua's strong belief that even those who have been engaged in painting are not necessarily better at adaptability and adaptability than those who are new. In view of the fact that no one wants to be the one who can only be left out with one tent for one, and the young man, named Tan Zheng, if one old man brings a new one, the remaining one can only be a new one, which is unfair to the new people To be fair, we decided to draw lots for all the old and new.

With a pen and paper, the glasses girl made two sets of signatures with numbers 1 to 6. People with the same number shared a tent, and those who won the number 0 had their own tent.

After folding the paper, Ke Xun didn't rush to take it. Seeing that Mu Yi Ran had finished taking it and unfolding it, he went over to look at the number on his top. Seeing that it was 3, he turned back and looked carefully at the rest of the folded paper labels. Then he took one of them intuitively and looked at Mu Yiran regretfully.

Mu Yi Ran took a look at him and did not speak. When all the people finished drawing the paper and showing it together, he saw that Ke Xun's paper suddenly wrote a 3.Mu Yiran said: "it's just

Ke Xun laughed at him, and the corners of his eyes and the tail of his eyes curved obviously. Mu Yi Ran thought of the eyes on the V-HEAD portrait before him.

The eye came from a photo of Kexun's middle school. Mu Yiran saw this one in his closet. Out of his professional habits, he always observed fine art works or pictures carefully and had a good memory.

I remember the boy in the photo, wearing a school uniform of sky blue and white, with his sleeves pulled up to his elbow, his trouser legs rolled up to reveal his slender legs, and his feet were wearing white sports shoes. He was full of infinite youthful vitality. He jumped high in the autumn light of Ginkgo leaves, his hair was flying, his smile was bright, and his teeth were neat and white.

The eyes on the smiling face are like this.

is thin, like the eyelids of sunlight, clear and clear eye liner, clean and concise shape, black and white boundaries, no confusion of pure eyes.

This person's eyes have not changed since he was a teenager.

Mu Yi moved his eyes away and heard a howl, followed by an angry scolding.

It's Tan Zheng. He draws a note with No.0.

"I don't want to die - please, brother mu, I want to have a tent with you." Ma Zhenhua was not satisfied with the companion he had drawn. He threw himself down in front of Mu Yi Ran and dragged his robe. "Please, please join me. I don't want to die. There are still children in my family."

people watched him act like this, and no one said anything.

Mu Yi Ran looked down at Ma Zhenhua, who was crying with tears and snivel. He said, "Ma Zhenhua, nobody wants to die. I'm sorry to say that for your own safety, I have asked about your family background.

"You did get married, and you did have a child, but at the time of your divorce, the court awarded your child to your ex-wife. Therefore, in fact, since the divorce, you have never raised your child. You have not even paid the maintenance fee and refused to see the child in person.

"The old man above you died five years ago. You have been living alone in recent years, and you have had an improper relationship with a married female colleague."

Ma Zhenhua was stunned on the spot.

Mu Yi Ran got out of his grip and finally said to him lightly: "in the painting world, if you want to live to the end, more depends on luck. I wish you good luck."

Then he turned to the tent not far away.

People also went to the tent in groups, and no one paid attention to Ma Zhenhua, who was paralyzed on the ground.

Wei Dong picked Zhou Bin's girlfriend, Zhao Dan, which made him feel a little embarrassed. He whispered to Ke Xun, "I think even if I can survive tonight, I will be killed by Zhou Bin tomorrow."

"Then you can exchange with him." Kexun said.

Zhou Bin is the eyeglass sister Shaliu.

"Forget it, if he doesn't mention it, I won't have much to do," said Wei Dong. "If I change, we'll all have to change. Everyone wants to sleep with the shepherd."

Ke Xun: "please pay attention to the words."

Wei Dong looked at Mu Yi Ran, who was walking in front of him. Then he looked at Ke Xun and said, "what are you doing? How can you be a group with others so skillfully?"

Kexun: "I didn't tell you long ago that my intuition was always accurate, and I was drawn by intuition."

Wei Dong: "lying trough, I knew you were so accurate, why don't you buy lottery tickets?"

Kexun: "I'm not short of money. And I think intuition, like luck, is easy to overdraft if you use it too much and too often. You still have to save it to avoid using it at a critical time. "

Wei Dong: "OK, after listening to your first sentence, I don't care about you, debt see."

Kexun: "be careful at night. If it's not possible, you should cover your head and hide it in a place where it is not easy to be seen by those things."

Wei Dong: "yes, although I think this time and last time may not be the same style of death..."

Ke Xun: "Dongzi."

Wei Dong: "yes."

Ke Xun: "see you tomorrow."

Weidong: "OK, I'll try to see you tomorrow."

After watching Wei Dong enter one of the tents, Ke Xun went to the tent where Mu Yi Ran entered. The distance between these tents was not very close. The farthest one was even 100 meters away.

When I opened the tents and stepped in, I saw that these tents were not big enough to lie down two people side by side. The ground was covered with worn-out felt blankets, and there was nothing else.

Mu Yi Ran sat cross legged on the carpet with drooping eyelids as if thinking.

Kexun sat down opposite him and did not disturb him. He only put his elbow on his knee and looked at him with his cheek.

After watching for a short time, Mu Yi Ran finally raised his eyelids and gave him a cold stare.

Kexun asked him calmly: "this time there is no written cloth. What kind of death do you think we will encounter?"

Mu Yi Ran's eyes dropped slightly and his tone was cold: "no rules are more terrible than rules."

Ke Xun nodded: "that's right. I think we all wear the same clothes. At least from the appearance, we should all have no difference. Does this mean that the target and way of death this time are likely to be random?""It's too early to judge." Mu Yi Ran said, "this time, unlike the last time, we have no clue at hand."

Kexun asked, "what is this painting about? I tried my best to see clearly before I entered the painting, but I didn't see anything clearly. I didn't see the name of the painting and the name of the author. "

Mu Yi Ran glanced at the top of the tent and saw that there were colorful and complicated patterns on it. However, it seemed that the painting had been faded and dirty for a long time. It was impossible to identify the lines: "the name of this painting is faith, and the painter is Qiu Jian. He is a religious art painter."

"What kind of sect is he?" Asked Ke Xun.

"He studied all kinds of sects and had a strong interest in religious art," Mu Yiran said. "In the years before his death, he was madly infatuated with a kind of religious culture and became a devout believer of the sect. From then on until his death, all his works reflected the cultural characteristics of the sect. The painting we are in is one of them. It is also his last painting before his death. "

Kexun looked at the robe he was wearing, and he had some doubts, but he still asked, "is this sect?"

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