"What do you mean?!" Liu Yufei rushed over and was about to throw a fist.
Ke Xun is tall and has long arms. Before Liu Yufei's fist can be swung in front of him, his hand has already reached Liu Yufei's face. With five fingers, he grabbed Liu Yufei's face, and then moved to the side at will. Dial out.
"Dongzi, it's your turn." Ke Xun said.
"I want to say the same thing as Ke'er," Wei Dong said. "I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have any specialties or advantages. The only thing I can guarantee is that I won't bite others."
"Our Dongzi is still an artist," Ke Xun added for him. "As a major in fine arts, he has a unique professional vision and perspective on works of art, and studies the world in paintings, which can be regarded as a counterpart to him."
Wei Dong thought to himself what kind of counterpart this was.
The doctor looked at the owner of the pancake stall: "What about you, what do you want to say?"
The owner of the pancake stall opened his bloodshot eyes: "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, please, don't choose me, I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."
Seeing that he only repeated this sentence, the doctor had no choice but to stop asking, and finally turned to Mu Yiran: "It's your turn."
Mu Yiran said: "I have clues."
"… "
There are only four words, simple and rude, and straightforward.
If Ke Xun's one-shot fatality is only one-on-one, then Mu Yiran's one-shot kill is a direct KO of the entire team.
He has clues.
No one can kill him.
It's that simple.
The doctor lowered his eyes: "Okay, we're all done, now... let's vote, time is running out."
Everyone's face was heavy and complicated.
It doesn't feel good to be an executioner.
However, the taste of facing death is even worse.
"I'm going to ask for a pen and paper." The doctor got up and went to the old man, and brought back a piece of yellow paper and a few charcoal pens.
Cut the paper into eight equal parts and distribute them to everyone, and then said, "Everyone, please report your name. If you really don't want to report it, you can also give yourself a nickname."
"Ke Xun," Ke Xun said first, "Conan's Ke, Li Xunhuan's Xun."
"Wei Dong," Wei Dong continued, "Wei Qing's Wei, Dong Qing's Dong."
Ke Xun: "...I really feel wronged for not calling you 'green'."
Wei Dong: "Ke Zhen'e's Ke, shut up."
Mu Yiran glanced coldly at these two people who didn't forget about poverty a moment before death. I don't know if these two people were adhering to the 2B spirit of not seeing the coffin, not crying, and entertaining until death, or... from There is a sense of frankness in the bones and a rough nerve.
Then he said: "Mu Yiran, Muye's Mu, Chang Yi, leisurely."
"On the fields with the blue sky and white clouds, you are happy and leisurely, and you have a good name." said Ke Xun, a young man with strong nerves.
Mu Yi was cold: "Nan Kemeng's Ke shut up."
Ke Xun: "..."
Wei Dong: "… "
Next, a single father and a private company owner each reported their names, one named Ma Zhenhua and one named Zhang Maolin.
The owner of the pancake stall refused to report his name, and kept begging: "Don't choose me, please, I beg you, don't choose me..."
"Let him code A." The doctor sighed and looked at Liu Yufei.
"Look at what I do! I can't die anyway! If you want to write, write about others. Some people's corpse is a vegetarian meal. It is useless to live in the country and the people, and it is not a pity to die!" Liu Yufei shouted.
"Let him codename SB." Ke Xun sighed slightly.
Wei Dong: "Very appropriate."
The doctor was the last to speak: "My surname is Qin, Qin Ci. Qin Shi Huang's Qin, bestowed by him."
The house fell silent again.
Eight names and eight lives have been unavoidable and irreversible before everyone's eyes.
Zhang Maolin, the owner of the private company, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, then looked at everyone nervously: "It's nine o'clock in five minutes... I must, I must vote..."
The faces of the people were instantly contorted.
The arrow is on the string, and there is no time to hesitate any longer.
The doctor looked calm, but lowered his eyelids: "Write it, what should come will always come."
In the five short and long minutes, except for Ke Xun and Wei Dong, who had already abstained, everyone else picked up their pens one after another.
In the process of writing down their names, some were expressionless, some were tangled, some were vicious, and some were weeping bitterly.
One minute before the time entered nine o'clock, everyone buckled the paper with the name on the table and slowly pushed it to the center of the table.
Even if the announcement is not made, the world in this painting will know who the person with the most votes is.
Everyone sat, staring at the back of the paper, waiting for the moment to be sentenced.
As time passed by, single father Ma Zhenhua and private company owner Zhang Maolin couldn't help crying together with the owner of the pancake stall.
The doctor and Mu Yiran were always calm and expressionless.
Wei Dong stared distractedly at the corner of the table, while Ke Xun drooped his thin eyelids and leaned against the back of the chair motionless.
Liu Yufei was trembling all over, his fists clenched tightly, and large beads of sweat poured out of his forehead.
Until he didn't know what second the time counted down, the string in his brain finally snapped, he jumped up, and cried out in a piercing voice: "I don't want to die - I want to go back - fake - all this is Fake - I'm dreaming - I'm having nightmares - wake me up - I'm not going to sleep anymore - wake me up -"
As if going crazy, Liu Yufei slammed into the door and rushed out, as if trying to break out of the shackles of this weird world. Everyone quickly got up and chased the door, only to see Liu Yufei staggering and tripping over the fence in the yard.
The pointed bamboo fence with jagged burrs plunged into Liu Yufei's body at the waist, and came out of the flesh with a spray of blood.
Liu Yufei let out a shrill scream and scratched his limbs desperately on the bamboo fence.
It was like a grasshopper whose stomach was pierced by a bamboo stick.
The thick blood rushed down the bamboo fence, Liu Yufei's screams gradually weakened, and his limbs slowly stopped struggling.
Until it hung there lifelessly like a piece of bacon, and there was no movement.
Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin sat down on the ground with their legs weak, and both cried bitterly. I don't know if they were frightened by Liu Yufei's death, or they were glad that they had escaped from the line of death.
The owner of the pancake stall was so frightened that he lost his urination again.
The doctor looked at Liu Yufei's corpse and shook his head with a complicated expression. He was thinking of saying something to ease the heavy, oppressive and indescribable atmosphere, but when he saw Mu Yiran suddenly walking towards Liu Yufei's corpse, he couldn't help but say something. A voice: "It can't be saved, he's already dead."
But Mu Yiran didn't pay attention, and went straight to Liu Yufei's corpse. Just as he was about to bend over to take a closer look, he heard a voice behind him: "Want to study how he died?"
Mu Yiran tilted his head and glanced at him. Seeing that Ke Xun had followed him at some point, he looked at him calmly.
The others didn't follow, Mu Yiran turned around to check Liu Yufei's body, but saw a row of bamboo fences with sharpened heads under him, stained with dripping and sticky blood, completely penetrating Liu Yufei's waist. belly, almost slashing his body into two pieces.
"Half cut." Mu Yiran coldly spit out two words that sounded extremely cruel.
However, Ke Xun noticed that his tone seemed to be somewhat clear in addition to being cold.
When he returned to the house, the old man had already prepared breakfast, as if he had no idea what had just happened, and still repeated the words from yesterday morning deadly: "Everyone worked hard last night, let's have breakfast first. There is nothing to do during the day. Everyone can rest and come to me when it gets dark, and I will arrange the work for you tonight."
After saying that, he turned around and entered the back room.
Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin were still slumped on the ground crying, the owner of the pancake stall was as soft as mud on the chair, and the incontinent urination flowed to the ground. .
Mu Yiran sat down at the table, and as soon as he raised his hand, he saw Ke Xun very filially handing him a wotou.
"Fuck you, do you still have an appetite to eat?" Wei Dong was shocked.
"It's better to eat more at this time," Ke Xun pointed at the seat and asked him to come over, "Didn't you listen to what the old man said, we have to live again tonight, it was a fluke that I didn't die last night, can I survive tonight? I don’t know, even if everyone is lucky again to survive, will they vote again tomorrow morning? Come and eat quickly! Only when you are full will you have the strength to find the seal as soon as possible.”
Wei Dong felt that it was reasonable, and sat down reluctantly, forcing himself to fill the head of his throat with rice porridge.
After hearing this, the doctor came over and sat down. He ate his stomach silently, put down the tableware and chopsticks, and looked up at Mu Yiran: "Xiao Mu, now you can share the clues you got with everyone."
When Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin heard this, they quickly struggled to stand up and sat around the table, staring at Mu Yiran.
Ke Xun felt that if Mu Yiran didn't leak something out of his mouth at this time, the two would be able to swallow him alive.
Mu Yiran didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to hide it, and suddenly lowered his head, took off the sackcloth with the character "Yang" around his waist, and placed it on the table.
"The rules that set the way for those of us to die is this strip of cloth."
The doctor was slightly surprised: "Although I know this piece of cloth must be weird, and it is also the basis for grouping people like us, but you say it stipulates the way of our death, is there any explanation?"
Mu Yiran pointed to the words on the linen cloth: "On the first night, the three people who died in the mourning hall, the words on the cloth were 'people', and the three people lost their eyes; the two people who died in the cemetery, the cloth The word on the strip is 'and', and the two people were divided into equal parts of meat, which were eaten by crows; Liu Yufei, who died just now, the word on the strip was 'Gu', and the method of death was similar to cutting in half."
The doctor shook his head slightly in confusion: "I don't see any connection between the way they died and these words."
Mu Yiran said: "I remember you said that the ancestor of the villagers was Zongzhu, and I also said that such things as cursing were very popular in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the most famous one is "Cursing Chu Wen".
""Curse Chu Wen" is the text on the stone carvings of the Qin State during the Warring States Period. The font belongs to Xiaozhuan.
"Ancient things, whether they are artifacts or words, have strong ghosts and gods. The ancients respected and revered words more than today's people. Therefore, whether it is the power of gods or curses, they are all pinned on words.
"People's word 'min', most people only understand the current meaning, refers to the population, the people, but at the beginning of the creation of this word, 'people' has a terrifying original meaning.
"The word 'people' in the oracle bone inscriptions is composed of the shape of an eye with a pupil and a long cross below it. at the mercy of slaves sent into slavery.
"The meaning of this word became more obvious after the oracle bone inscriptions evolved into golden inscriptions. The word 'min' in the golden inscriptions directly erased the pupils in the eyes, and the cross also turned into a pointed cone shape, directly piercing the eyes.
"Let's talk about the word 'and'. In the oracle bone inscriptions, it is composed of the deformation of the word 'xi' and the sign '=', xi, representing meat, '=', representing equality, and the word ji, representing equal division of meat.
"In the primitive communist era of equal division, food was the most important common property, and meat was the highest level of food. Equal division of meat was an important ritual for ancestor worship and worship. Therefore, the original meaning of the word 'and' means equal division. Meat, divide and eat.
"Finally, when it comes to the word 'Gu', Gu is composed of ancient characters and Xin characters. The ancient characters represent a big axe, and the Xin characters represent those who accept the death penalty. The original meaning of the coined characters of the characters Gu means to use a big axe to execute Beheading or beheading.
"After the first night, I saw the death of the five people, and I had some doubts about these words, but the examples were insufficient, so I dared not make assertions. I saw the death of Liu Yufei just now, which has been able to prove my inference.
"These words written on the cloth strips are injected with the ferocious meaning inherent in the original meaning of the words, and the curse ability of the ancestors of this village who have done zongzhu has become the ability to limit the way we die. Cursed props."