Paintings of Terror

Chapter 20: Bai Shi 20 ┃ Painter Li Haojing

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Ke Xun paused: "When I was a child, because I was much taller than the children of the same age, I was laughed at by people all day long, and no one wanted to play with me except Dongzi, so I can understand what Li Mazi experienced when he was a child. Of course, he must be a hundred times worse than me."

"Then we can imagine why Li Mazi is both Li Weiguai's older brother and his father." Mu Yiran said.

Ke Xun's face was a little complicated: "Because it is impossible for a person like Li Mazi to marry a wife, so he has to get close..."

However, Mu Yiran's expression was calm: "As a result, Li Mazi's son, unfortunately, is also a deformed child, even worse than his appearance, so it is conceivable that what will befall him must be a worse and more painful situation. "

Ke Xun looked at him: "But Li Mazi has become the longest living person in this village. What's the reason?"

"The reason is," Mu Yiran opened his palm and saw a paintbrush in his palm, "Li Mazi later became Li Jinghao."

Ke Xun stared at this old paintbrush, which was stained with red or black, and was speechless.

Li Mazi, who was born a deformed child, suffered from monster-like eyes from the villagers and unpleasant words behind his back since he was a child. This terrible mental blow and psychological pressure caused him to have a son/brother who was even more deformed than him. After that, it reached its peak and completely broke the string that he had endured and supported for a long time.

Li Mazi was unbearable, and after Li Guaiguai was born, he finally escaped from this terrifying village.

"Consanguineous marriages have a 4% chance of giving birth to deformed children, mentally retarded children and prematurely dying children, but the possibility of giving birth to a so-called genius who is extremely talented in some respects is not small." Mu Yiran picked up the brush and said, Looking at the bottom of his eyes, "For example, the world-famous Adolf Hitler, Darwin, Einstein, the example in front of you is Li Mazi."

Ke Xun suddenly said, "Li Mazi has a talent for painting."

Mu Yi nodded: "After escaping from Lijia Village, Li Mazi came into contact with the outside world and learned the skills of painting while working hard to make a living. As for whether someone taught him or he was self-taught, this can no longer be tested. After years of hard work, he finally became a well-known painter of a generation."

Ke Xun turned his head to look at the empty and sparse village behind him: "Since Li Mazi can draw this painting, it means that he once returned to Lijia Village after he became famous, but why did he lay down that pure cypress coffin for his son? ? Was he intentional or unintentional?"

"I guess it's intentional." Mu Yiran threw the paintbrush in his hand on the ground, "It can be seen from this painting that the resentment caused by Li Mazi's previous experience living in the village did not change with time. Progress and his own fame have been reduced, but stagnant and unpleasant.

"The three locust trees in the picture were not planted in the village, but Li Mazi expressed them in the painting as an image to express the theme, alluding to hatred, resentment and the curse of the whole village.

"I think, among these people, Li Mazi hates his parents the most. If his parents hadn't married close relatives, he wouldn't have given birth to a deformed him. All the ridicule and indifference he suffered in his childhood would be given to him. He left an indelible psychological shadow, so in his paintings, he painted the three locust trees representing the curse outside his courtyard.

"And the second thing he hates is his son/brother. Because of Li Weiguai's existence, it means that Li Mazi has done unethical, ignorant and terrifying stupid things like his ancestors. For Li Mazi, who has accepted science and advanced ideas in the world, it is simply unbearable to look back on.

"He can't sever and sever the connection with the ignorant self in the past, which will become the stain and nightmare of his life. And the existence of Li Weiwei makes him unable to forget his tragic and pitiful past, and let him The painful experience and memories of the humiliation have continued, which is no different from constantly beating him with a whip dipped in salt water, causing him to be in constant pain, humiliation, and hatred.

"I think this is the reason why he hates Li Guaiguai so much, maybe out of anger to vent, maybe in order to bury the past, with anger and hatred, he made this pure cypress coffin for Li Guaiguai. Li Guaiguai was struck by the sky and thunder, vanished into ashes, and disappeared without leaving a trace, as if this would make Li Mazi's unbearable past completely shattered and vanished.

"As for these dead villagers, they are obviously the objects of Li Mazi's resentment. He hates this backward and ignorant village and the ignorant ancestors left by his ancestors. In his consciousness, he may very much hope that this village will be cut off from descendants and never again. exist.

"Whether it was out of personal resentment or out of criticism and condemnation of this feudal cancer, Li Mazi painted this desolate and resentful painting, and painted himself in it, as the last last resort of the whole village. A survivor, he wants to see the complete annihilation of this family with his own eyes.

"The above are all based on my inferences, but I think the facts should be not much different."

After listening to Mu Yiran's explanation quietly, Ke Xun sighed softly: "No wonder that old man Li Mazi couldn't catch up with me, it doesn't seem like those things possessed the power, it turns out that he is the artist himself... , he is not the painter himself, he is the reflection of himself painted by the painter in the painting, not a 'person', but not that kind of thing."

Mu Yi nodded: "Li Mazi in the painting is just a psychological reflection of resentment. His real curse and resentment have already spread to other objects and scenes in the painting."

Ke Xun's eyes lit up: "Since this old man is an image of Li Mazi himself, do you think the seal is on the old man's body?"

Mu Yi shook his head: "The seal in the painting is a kind of redemptive existence for those of us who have entered the painting. It cannot be lethal at the same time, but this old man will chase and kill you and run around."

Ke Xun asked, "Is there no seal in his house?"

Mu Yiran: "No."

Ke Xun scratched his head: "Seeing that it's getting dark again, will this old man arrange work for us tonight?"

Mu Yiran's eyes were deep: "If you don't arrange it, then it is extremely dangerous."

Ke Xun remembered last night, even though he and Mu Yiran hid well, they still couldn't resist the strange noise from Li Guaiguai's body, and almost lost his life because of it, so he scratched his arm: "While there is still some Time, call those few to continue looking."

The two returned to the locust tree and saw that Wei Dong and several others were already waiting there. The doctor saw that the two had returned safely and asked what was found in the old man's house.

Mu Yiran said it briefly, and everyone was stunned when they heard it.

"Damn it..." Wei Dong took a long time to come over, and his mouth was stunned. "When I go back, I have to ask my parents and my mother if they are related back more than a dozen generations."

Ke Xun: "...Do you wish there was or not."

Wei Dong: "I suspect there is. Otherwise, what's wrong with my athlete's foot? It must be a kind of deformity."

Ke Xun: "… believe it or not, after you ask, your dad can order you a coffin board made of pure cypress?"

The doctor asked Xiang Mu Yiran next to him: "Now the ins and outs of this painting have been figured out, but I still can't figure out where the seal could be. Xiao Mu, do you have any suggestions?"

Mu Yiran shook his head slightly: "I can't think of anything."

"What can I do..." Ma Zhenhua's eyes turned red with anxiety, "It's getting dark, look, it's getting dark..."

Zhang Maolin was also in a hurry, grabbing the sackcloth strip around his waist, looking at Weidong, then at the owner of the pancake stall, and suddenly he went over to the owner of the pancake stall: "Brother, discuss, how about we change this strip of cloth? Like? I'll give you the money, I'll give you as much as you want, five hundred thousand, one million, I'll give you everything, okay?"

Wei Dong couldn't see it, and said to him, "It's useless. If I could change it, I would have changed it. If you change it, I'm afraid you will be attacked. If you don't believe it, ask Mr. Mu and Dr. Qin."

Zhang Maolin sobbed: "I don't want to be eviscerated! I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

"You don't want to die, so just think about it?" Wei Dong said angrily, "Come on, who asked you to be assigned this word."

"Why-why..." Zhang Maolin broke down emotionally, "Why is it a word, why should a good word become such a god-like thing..."

No one answered him.

The situation without clues and clues made everyone anxious and annoyed, and even Mu Yiran frowned.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Everyone fell silent, some people were desperately trying to figure out clues, and some people were desperate and lost.

Ke Xun absentmindedly looked at the word "evil" that had been pulled out of shape on Zhang Maolin's hand, then looked at the word "gu" next to Wei Dong, and finally looked down at the word "yang" on his waist.

Suddenly an electric light flashed in my mind.

He stepped forward and grabbed Mu Yiran's arm, pulled him to face him, looked into his eyes, and asked him word by word, "The cloth strips on our body are from old hair, right? The old man is Li Mazi, right? Li Mazi is Li Jinghao, right? Li Jinghao understands the original meaning of these words, right?"

Mu Yiran looked at the bright black eyes of the person in front of him, and against the dark cloudy night sky behind him, these eyes shone like bright stars.

The first time he didn't let go of this man's hand, Mu Yi pursed his lips and looked at him: "The original meaning of the word 'Jing' refers to a towering pavilion. The original meaning of the word 'hao', It means that the river is rushing and the sound of the water is turbulent."

"-high tower!"

"—Dahe!"

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin cried out almost at the same time.

"There is a dry river beach in the south of the village, and there is a fire viewing platform on the edge of the river beach," said Dr. Qin. "We went there when we searched for clues in the village."

"What are you waiting for, hurry up, it's already dark!" Wei Dong couldn't wait, and ran to the south of the village.

Everyone hurried to keep up, only then did they realize that the sky had turned completely dark at some point, Ye Feng roared in front of him, circled behind him, turned back and swept up, and there was a sharp cry in the wind, listen carefully. It seemed to be coming from the mouths of thousands of people. These cries included men and women, old and young, and there was even a very familiar voice that roared mournfully: "Death—you all have to die. —”

It's Liu Yufei's voice!

When everyone heard it, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look back. The pancake stall owner and Ma Zhenhua fell to the ground in shock.