After listening to Mu Yiran's words, everyone was in shock for a long time but couldn't recover.
Unexpectedly, these so-called "beautiful words", which have been chanted and praised in the classroom since childhood, have such a horrible and cruel original meaning.
"No wonder you asked me to hide my head in my clothes last night..." Wei Dong murmured.
"Just like a crow can't tell whether a scarecrow is a dummy or a living one, I think that kind of 'thing' might not be able to tell the difference between a hidden head and no head." Mu Yi said lightly.
"So when the 'thing' saw a headless 'corpse' lying on the ground, it thought I was dead and would not cut my head again, and I also escaped my life because of it." Wei Dong suddenly realized, then Curious, "How can you be sure that that thing won't see that my headless man is fake?"
Mu Yiran continued: "I'm not sure, I just let you try it. If it doesn't work, you can only die."
Wei Dong: "… "
Ke Xun asked, "Didn't you just say that the original meaning of the word "gu" is to behead or cut in half? You only asked Dongzi to hide his head last night. What if that thing actually wanted to cut him off?"
Mu Yiran lightly × 3: "Then blame him for bad luck, he can only die."
Ke Xun Weidong: "..." Co-authoring last night, this big guy is not sure at all.
The doctor said, "I think that after seeing a headless corpse on the ground, that thing thinks that the person is already dead, so it won't cut it in half again, even if it originally wanted to cut in half and saw that there were already dead people on the ground, It won't be cut again."
Wei Dong opened his mouth: "Why do you feel that this 'thing' is a bit... mentally retarded?"
The doctor smiled: "To put it a bit superstitious, the world of ghosts and gods and the world of humans are inherently different, each with its own criteria and limitations."
"You even believe in ghosts and gods as a doctor?" Wei Dong said.
"In the current situation, I have no choice but to believe it." The doctor laughed at himself, "But if you want to hear a scientific explanation, it's not without it. This is equivalent to two-dimensional creatures, and creatures in the three-dimensional world cannot see the two-dimensional world. Organisms, creatures in the two-dimensional world can only feel the projection of the three-dimensional world."
"Is it really good for us to discuss scientific issues in a world of ghosts and gods?" Wei Dong scratched his head.
Ke Xun's heart moved, and he asked Xiang Mu Yiran: "Then what is the original meaning of the word 'yang' for us?"
Mu Yiran: "Hanging."
Ke Xun touched his neck, then pointed at Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin: "Where's the word 'evil' on the two of them?"
Mu Yiran's voice was a little gloomy: "The torture of picking meat."
Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground again.
"How did you two escape last night?" Ke Xun was curious.
The two just shook their heads, speechless for a long time.
"Death is random," Mu Yiran said. "Not everyone will be in danger of death at the same time. Otherwise, why give us a seven-day time limit. The first night we enter the painting can wipe out our entire army."
Ke Xun stopped asking, and suddenly heard Wei Dong say happily: "Since we have broken the rules of death, we don't have to be afraid of that thing in the future!"
Mu Yiran looked at him coldly: "Then we will face the prospect of voting for someone to die every morning."
Wei Dong was speechless.
"In order not to be elected, let's try our best to find the seal." Ke Xun put his arm on Mu Yiran's shoulder, "As to where the seal will be, do you have any clues, boss?"
Mu Yiran slapped his arm away: "I think we should start with the content of the painting."
The doctor said, "I didn't finish checking the three locust trees yesterday. Let's hurry up and continue."
Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun: "As for the grimace on the locust tree, we are only guessing at the moment. We should not be entangled in one place. I suggest that the troops should be divided into three groups, continue to check the grimace on the tree along the way, and go to other places in the village for the other two. where to look for clues.”
Ke Xun: "Agreed, the boss and I will check the locust tree, and the rest of you will go to the village."
Mu Yiran: "Ke Xun Weidong inspects the locust tree, and the others go to the village."
Ke Xun: "Listen to you."
Wei Dong: "… "
Everyone no longer wasted time, and immediately split up.
Ke Xun and Wei Dong came under the three locust trees and looked up at the grimace on the trunk. Against the gloomy and gray sky, the thousands of grimace became more and more abrupt, protruding violently from the cracked trunk. , as if struggling to break free from a tree trunk.
Wei Dong shuddered: "Why do I think these faces are more prominent than yesterday?"
Ke Xun frowned: "Yes, the expressions on the faces are more realistic. I think as the days go by, these faces will become more and more prominent and more realistic, until..."
Wei Dong: "Shut up! Hurry up and find it, I'll send you a sentry."
Ke Xun: "Put Mao's whistle, let's do it together, and hurry up."
Wei Dong had no choice but to pick up a dead branch carefully and shoved it into Grimace's mouth one by one as he did yesterday.
"By the way, let me ask you," Wei Dong had no words to ask for, so he gave himself the courage, "Why did you abstain from voting? I think Liu Yufei's words made us hate each other. Abstaining from the vote is equivalent to killing someone who was murdered. The burden is passed on to others. It actually makes some sense. This time, Liu Yufei is taking care of it. If tonight is really a dead one, I think that if you vote tomorrow, if everyone thinks of this, they may be angry with both of us. "
Ke Xun climbed on the tree and glanced down: "Because everyone knows that we are a group, and we are mixed with Mu Yiran. Mu Yiran is a person who seems to be a capable person. Yes, ten people mix with him, and nine people will listen to him. In the eyes of others, as long as we vote, the three of us will definitely vote for the same person, right?"
Wei Dong raised his head: "So what?"
Ke Xun's eyes flickered: "So for them, the three of us are quite a threat. No matter who we choose, everyone will have three votes at once, and now the remaining eight people don't show anything. When there are fewer and fewer people behind, the weight of these three votes will be quite large."
Wei Dong looked cautious: "You mean..."
"When there are fewer and fewer people, our three votes are the biggest weight. It can be said that we vote for who and who will die. Everyone knows Mu Yiran's ability, and the worst plan is that our gang is led by Mu Yiran. If you can survive all the time, and other people die less and less, if you encounter a voting situation later, only other people will be voted to death. Are you afraid of such a gang? "
Wei Dong was shocked: "I'm afraid, quite afraid."
"In this case, the 'others' will easily put the three of us on the opposite side." Ke Xun turned the dead branches in his hand, "For the sake of long-term consideration, we must not let the three of us live to the end, otherwise The others are all lambs waiting to be slaughtered. While there are still many people, our three votes still don't account for a large proportion. It is better to destroy our gang first, kill one, and the remaining two will not be a good thing. ."
Wei Dong: "Fuck!"
Ke Xun tapped the tree trunk with dead branches: "At that time, Liu Yufei and the owner of Pancake had already invested in Mu Yiran, and the best time to destroy our gang came.
"The remaining three people, even if only one person chooses Mu Yiran, even if the three of us choose someone at the same time, that person can at least get the same number of votes as Mu Yiran, and this person has the possibility to break through.
"And what if two of the remaining three choose Mu Yiran? The one who dies will definitely be Mu Yiran. From a proportional point of view, Mu Yiran suffers more, which means that other people are more likely to survive. higher.
"The reason for this consequence is that the three of us, the small gang, put a lot of pressure on other people, and finally prompted them to unite for themselves and attack the three of us.
"So I chose to abstain, and I know you will follow. In this way, their psychological pressure will be much less all of a sudden, and they will no longer regard us as a thorn in their side.
"In addition to Mu Yiran's ability, they also hoped to be taken out of the painting by him, and on the premise that they can save their own lives, they will not easily cast him to death.
"So choosing to abstain is to turn offense into defense, to save life, right?"
Wei Dong was stunned, his brain digested for a long time, and finally he raised his neck: "...you have so many BBs, so you are so special to protect Mu Yi Ran's life!"
Ke Xun: "Isn't saving his life the same as saving ours?"
Weidong: "...Well, I'll pretend what you said is reasonable. In other words, Mu Yiran has told everyone all the clues. If you don't find the seal today and vote again tomorrow, do you think he will be voted? Go out? After all, he is useless now... "
Ke Xun shook his head: "Do you think he is stupid? Why do you think he left us here and took others to the village to find clues?"
Weidong: "Why?"
"Of course, it's to show those people that he deserves to live to the end." Ke Xun looked towards the center of the village shrouded in gray fog.
Climbing back and forth on the tree for most of the morning, but still found nothing, Ke Xun jumped off the tree to rest for a while, and sat under the tree with Wei Dong to think.
"I doubt that the seal is not on these ghost faces." Ke Xun said while thinking, "These ghost faces are too obvious. According to normal thinking, everyone would suspect that the seal is hidden in such a strange place. This is a vertical instruction. Isn't it different that the sign tells you where the toilet goes?"
"That makes sense," Wei Dong said weakly, "then where do you think the seal will be?"
Ke Xun glanced at him: "Aren't you an artist? This is your specialty. You can raise a dog every day and use it for a while, don't you dare to give me some strength?"
Wei Dong: "The Art Dog tells you that I studied design, not Chinese painting and oil painting!" He sighed, "What I have learned is useless, thinking about so many years of hard study and exams, I finally got through it. Now, but inexplicably die in this bullshit painting, all the previous sacrifices for life have been in vain, and I feel that my life is full of irony and tragedy."
Ke Xun did not speak.
Wei Dong is different from him. He is alone, and although he is afraid of death, even if he really dies unfortunately, he has nothing to worry about.
But Weidong still has his parents and relatives. Even if he doesn't point to his only son for retirement, he will be immersed in the endless pain of bereavement for the rest of his life.
Not being mourned and being mourned by parents sounds pitiful.
"I remember that the doctor said that everyone in this village is named Li, right?" Ke Xun said suddenly.
"Yeah, it's probably the same ancestor, maybe they didn't have five clothes." Wei Dong said.
"Then the intermarriage between the villagers in this village will become a close relative marriage?" Ke Xun said.
Wei Dong: "Why do you, a gay, worry about this?"
Ke Xun looked at him: "Marriage of close relatives is easy to give birth to deformed children."
Wei Dong: "Thank you for reminding me, I don't have a cousin."
Ke Xun: "The thing that climbed out of the coffin last night was a deformity."
Wei Dong was startled: "You mean - it may be the product of the inbreeding of that family?"
Ke Xun: "Although its deformity is a bit exaggerated, in the world of paintings, there is nothing strange about it. Besides, art is inherently exaggerated, right?"
Wei Dong nodded: "Yes, art works often use exaggerated techniques to render the picture or highlight the theme."
Ke Xun touched his chin and thought: "The protagonist of this white incident is a deformed child. What kind of theme does this painting want to express? I think the author's thinking is very strange."
Wei Dong asked, "Who is the author of this painting?"
Ke Xun thought for a while: "Mu Yiran said it was called... FUCK!"
Wei Dong: "Huh?"
Ke Xun turned to look at him: "This painter is also surnamed Li."