Paintings of Terror

Last night, for the first time since Wei Dong started painting, he watched a living man being killed by that kind of irresistible and terrible force.

The great fear and powerlessness made his bone marrow shiver and freeze.

Weidong knew that he was like an ostrich. He would deceive himself, bury his head in the sand and avoid all the things he didn't want to think about.

If we say that in the daytime, we can escape and suppress the fear by making jokes and pretending to be relaxed, then at night, this kind of irresistible fear can no longer be suppressed.

Wei Dong felt that his last rational nerve had been broken by fear. An unexplained manic depression and evil fire stormed through the defense line. He looked up at Mu Yiran, who was always calm and self-sustaining. He looked at Ke Xun, who had always protected him and helped him from small to large. Their strength and fearlessness made him more vulnerable and humble. He could not bear the torment of this fear, I can't stand being compared so pitifully.

"I am an ordinary person who is afraid of death. Is there any mistake?" Wei Dong wiped his face with his hand, and his cheeks were flushed with emotion. "Yes, I want no brain, no strength, so I deserve to die?"

"Dongzi, calm down." Kexun noticed Wei Dong's rapid change of mood, reached for his shoulder and was pushed aside by him.

"Don't pity me," Wei Dong gasped heavily, knowing that his mood was broken, but he couldn't stop him. "You don't want to die, I don't want to die! I have a father and a mother in my family, and I have a job. I haven't muddled along like you, since your parents Well, you see through the world and care nothing about everything. It doesn't matter if you say it's ugly. You can't live without love. What about me! I'm afraid of death. I cherish my life. I just want to live well. I'm just as ordinary as before. I'm fuckin '"

Wei Dong said with a nasal voice, covered his face and buried his head on his knee.

Kexun did not speak, but sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the broken carpet under him.

Mu Yi Ran did not speak, and there was only Wei Dong's repressed heavy breathing in the tent.

This gasp lasted for a long time, gradually slowly and continuously, and the sound seemed to be empty, around the body, even overhead.

Kexun held Weidong's back neck, and his voice reached his ear very quietly: "Dongzi, stop the sound."

Weidong suddenly stopped, frozen under Kexun's palm, and did not dare to move.

The snow outside the tent turned pale. On the sky several times lower than it looked in the daytime, a large mass of thick and thick things slowly slid towards the ground, and gradually turned into eight thick arms and trunk heads. Two stout and bent legs fell on the ground and moved slowly.

Lie down. Mu Yi Ran made a gesture to Ke Xun Bi and took the purple jasmine in his hand into his arms.

The tent was small, with three people lying side by side and crowded.

After pressing Wei Dong down, Ke Xun turned his back to him and faced Mu Yi Ran.

Mu Yi lay half way down. Seeing this, he stopped and turned around, leaving the back of his head to Kexun.

However, as soon as he lay down on one side, the goods behind him were put on his body with hands and feet and held him tightly from the back. Mu Yi Ran's body was stiff. He stretched out his hand and pinched Kexun's arm on his waist. With one effort, Kexun felt a cold sweat.

"The land is small, bear with it," Ke Xun's empty voice blew in his ear. "Dongzi is going to be squeezed out."

After a long time, Mu Yi Ran reluctantly released his wrist.

At the bottom of my eyes, I saw a few small purple jasmine in my arms, and I couldn't help but jump my forehead.

This man is the only one he has ever seen in his life. He is the one who can beat a snake with a stick and give you a step to go up the roof and remove the tiles!

Ju Ying's feet slowly went to the tent where Shaliu and Li Ziling were. The person who formed a group with them was Qin CI. Giant shadows bent over their tent, eight uncontrollable arms twisting and waving in confusion.

After watching for a while, Juying moved his legs and walked towards the tent where the three members of the family lived.

After observing for a long time, the giant shadow finally came to the tent where they were.

The huge black ball rumbled on the top of the tent, and the thick and long gasping sound seemed to move in his ears. Kexun heard the faint sound of body friction, and then the scratching sound of fingernails on the tent skin.

Did it choose the tent?

Kexun felt Wei Dong's body shaking behind him, but he could not help him or himself.

Perhaps because this is the second painting, he has more experiences and feelings about death, more endurance and habit for fear, or perhaps it is because those words that Weidong said just now, out of control, poked into Kexun's pain that he had been avoiding deep thinking and thinking for a long time. Now that he was dying, he was suddenly able to face his most real inner world Heart.

So Kexun was surprised to find that he was not so afraid of death.

However, Wei Dong was wrong. He muddled along, not because he lost the desire to live a good life, but because he had no worries and obsessions, he lived more freely and willfully.He is not afraid of death, but he is willing to work hard to live.

His faith is not money, or maybe he has no faith at all. Or, his real faith is his willfulness.

The sound of fingernails scratching the tent suddenly disappeared.

Giant shadow moved slowly away from his head and walked to the tent where Zhou Bin, Zhao Dan and Ma Zhenhua were.

The shrill and incomparable scream suddenly exploded, and the giant shadow straightened up and stood on the ground above the sky. Several arms twisted and tangled, holding hands together to the man who was struggling madly in the other hand.

"Don't - please - please - let me go - I don't want to die -" Ma Zhenhua's voice seemed to come out after tearing open his chest directly. In the next moment, Juying's hand twisted his scalp and gently tore it.

Ke Xun closed his eyes, and Ma Zhenhua's scream like a fierce ghost almost pierced the eardrum.

This call continued for a while, gradually weakened, and gradually disappeared.

No one died that night.

It may be that he stayed up almost all night last night, or it may be that Ma Zhenhua's death has made people's nerves stretch to the extreme. After that, Ke Xun fell asleep in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, it was already light, and there was no animal husbandry in the tent. Wei Dong was sleeping like a pig beside him.

Ke Xun got up and got out of the tent. He saw that Mu Yi was standing there still in the morning light, looking at Zhou Bin's tent.

Kexun went to his side and looked at it with his eyes. On the ground not far from the tent, there was a large group of bloody human figures.

It was skinned alive, Ma Zhenhua.

"What's going on?! Isn't it protected by sacrifice? Why are people still dead? " Zhou Bin, who came out of the tent, collapsed, covering his head and sat down on the ground.

Qin Chi turned back to block the sight of the two girls and told them not to look there. The three members of the Geng family didn't even come out of the tent.

"This time, he changed his way of death," Ke Xun looked back and looked at Mu Yi Ran. "It seems that these sacrifices don't work, and it seems that the giant shadow has little to do with the number of people in each tent."

"The number of tents is only the first death trigger condition," Mu Yi Ran thought while thinking. "When this condition can not be met, we will seek the second and use the second death condition to screen."

"What do you think is the second condition? Is it related to the kind of sacrifice?" Ke Xun also thought and said.

"Maybe." Mu Yi Ran Dao.

"I don't know if it's my illusion," said Kexun. "I always think that the giant shadow last night is bigger than that of the night before yesterday."

"Are you sure?" Mu Yi Ran looked at him.

Kexun thought about it carefully and nodded: "sure, and I'm sure it's not the difference in size caused by the distance of light. It's really bigger and higher than it looked the night before yesterday."

Mu Yi looked down and thought. Ke Xun did not disturb him. He went back to the tent and picked up Weidong. When he came out of the tent again, Ma Zhenhua's bloody body had been covered with a broken blanket by Qin CI.

"The skin is peeled completely and neatly," Qin CI said in a low voice in the tent. "There is no residue left. It's all peeled off. I doubt that, like the painting above, there is something that regulates the different ways of death of us."

"Is it because of the different sacrifices?" Salix interposed.

"But this can't explain why only Ma Zhenhua died last night." Qin said.

"Maybe it's because from the beginning to the end, Ma Zhenhua has never prepared a sacrifice like us." Zhou Bin has recovered from the collapse in the morning, and has been comforting his frightened girlfriend. "His man has been in extreme panic, timid and timid. Yesterday, when we prepared all kinds of meat, he didn't help at all. He was shivering all the time."

"That makes sense," Qin Chi nodded slightly. "It seems that all of us, except him, have at least tried to find sacrifices."

"In this way, the rest of us have personally obtained the sacrifice, and no one will die tonight?" Asked the willow.

Qin CI did not answer, just drooped his eyes and pondered.

Mu Yi Ran pondered and said: "the death rules of this painting and the last painting are obviously different. If the death rules of the last painting determine the way of death by classification, I think this painting may be the overall screening based on whether the set conditions are met.

"Painting has set death screening conditions here. Once someone meets a certain condition, the person will be selected. But if all the people do not meet this condition, the second condition will soon be used to screen us.

"By analogy, the conditions will become more and more stringent as the conditions continue to increase, and the probability that we can avoid death will become less and less. It also means that there won't be a one night death in this painting. "

Several people who have experienced the last painting exchanged a look of mutual understanding.

"In other words, the screening criteria for the first night are those who are left alone in the tent, and the screening criteria for the second night are those who have not prepared their own sacrifices.""No," Mu Yi Ran looked at him, "I think these two conditions are superimposed. The condition of the first night is the person who left alone in the tent. If there is still someone left alone the second night, the second screening condition will appear immediately. At the same time, the first condition still exists. Then, the people who will be selected are the person who left alone and the person who has not prepared the sacrifice with his own hands, Will be selected. "

Qin gave his eyes a deep look: "that is to say, these conditions are increasing with the arrival of each night. On the third night, there will be a new screening condition to screen our death together with the first two conditions?"

When they heard this, they were shocked.

What does that mean? That means the limit on the number of people per tent has not been lifted, and it has always been there.