Mu Yiran's voice was cold and very textured, with a stretched, deep, cool and elastic sound quality. Hearing him speak, Ke Xun felt that his ears were about to become pregnant.
"None of us know what's going on with the whole thing. Everyone is sucked in by the painting. The world you are in now is the world painted in the painting. If you want to leave this world, there is only one The solution is to find the 'signature' and guarantee that he will always survive." Mu Yiran's tone was flat, as if he was not panicking about the situation in front of him.
"What is the signature? How to find it?" Ke Xun asked.
"The artist's signature," Mu Yiran replied, "some painters will sign their names or initials on the paintings, and if it is a Chinese painting, we may need to look for the artist's bell seal. Only Only by finding the artist's signature or bell seal can you leave the world in the painting."
"This is too abstract. What is the difference between looking for a signature all over the world and looking for a needle in a haystack?" Wei Dong interjected, "What if this signature is signed under a tile on the roof? Do you have to rummage through the tiles on all the roofs in this world?"
"The location of the signature is closely related to the content of the painting. If you interpret the painting and get clues, you can also find the location of the signature." Mu Yiran said.
"... I'm afraid I'm not looking for a year and a half." Wei Dong's face was dull.
Mu Yiran gave him a light look: "Those who are not found within seven days will die."
"Fuck!" Ke Xun and Wei Dong were shocked, "Really?!"
"If you don't believe it, then try it," Liu Yufei, the braid, laughed beside him, "You can do nothing for seven days and see if you die after seven days."
"No—how did he die? He died suddenly when he lay on the ground, or what?" Wei Dong asked.
Liu Yufei grinned nervously: "There are many ways to die. There are only things you can't think of, and nothing you can't do."
"Fuck, no one cares?!" Wei Dong was shocked.
"Why is this happening?" Ke Xun was still incredulous, "Who made the rules? Who has the power to decide our life and death? Who has such a weird ability to get a big living person into a painting? Doraemon?"
Mu Yi glanced at him and said lightly, "I don't know."
"Doraemon! I'm Nobita! You don't know me anymore? Get your supernatural powers, let us go back!" Wei Dong wailed in the sky.
"Shut up!" Liu Yufei punched him angrily, "You quiet me down! If you want to die, die by yourself, don't implicate me!"
As he spoke, he looked around nervously, as if he was afraid of disturbing something in the dark.
Wei Dong was punched for no reason, and was about to fight back. When he saw his frightened face, he couldn't help but shivered. He also looked around for a while, but saw that the night seemed to be darker and thicker than before, with a thick gray night fog. The entire village has been enveloped, and in the hazy chaos, there seems to be something squatting there, slowly opening its dark mouth.
Wei Dong didn't dare to make a sound, and even tried his best to hold his breath, and desperately rolled his eyes to wink at Ke Xun.
However, Ke Xun didn't look at him at all at this moment, and continued to talk to Mu Yiran with his head tilted.
"How did you know what you just said? For example, you can only go out if you find your signature or seal. If you can't find it, you will die in seven days. Who told you?" Ke Xun asked.
Mu Yiran didn't look at him, and looked at the thick fog in front of him calmly and calmly: "No one told me, this is the third painting I have entered, and the known clues are summed up from the first two paintings."
"The third picture?!" Wei Dong was shocked again, "What do you mean?"
"It means that even if you get out of this painting by luck, you will enter the next painting again." Liu Yufei answered in a mocking tone from the side, listening carefully, there was a hint of misery in this mockery.
"Why?!" Wei Dong couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Didn't you just return to the real world from the painting? Why do you want to enter the painting?"
"I don't know," Liu Yufei shrugged and pointed to the sky, "The big boss is forced to enter, or you will die if you don't enter."
"How to die? Could it be that it can even control the real world?" Wei Dong's eyes filled with despair.
"I don't know, maybe." Liu Yufei's face was numb, "Anyway, whether in the real world or the world in this painting, we are all ants, and we will always only be played by the forces of the upper, upper, and upper upper layers. , but as the saying goes, ants are still alive, even if they know they can't escape from the upper forces, most people will always try their best to survive, right?"
"But why me?!" Wei Dong tugged at his hair fiercely, "I'm just an ordinary person, I used to live well in ordinary life, why did you choose me to experience such an inexplicable thing? !"
"How do you say it," Liu Yufei sneered, "you deserve to be unlucky."
Wei Dong didn't speak anymore. If he could still say a few words in a self-deceiving attitude when he first came in, now he has completely understood the "reality" in front of him. He held his head in his hands and pulled himself desperately. His hair, eyes and face were filled with fear, unwillingness, and despair.
"Dongzi," Ke Xun hugged him and pressed it hard in his arms, "It's okay, doesn't it mean that we can go back to the real world, don't be nervous, keep your spirits up, we will definitely be able to go back, everything has a reason. If there is an effect, there is a cause. I don’t believe that we can’t find the source of this incident. When we were kids, we didn’t play Nintendo games for free.
"Nonsense, Contra can have 30 lives, and Super Mary can still win a little green mushroom award alone. Is there any here? Is there any?" Wei Dong lowered his head in frustration, his voice sounded like a fight A bit of spirit.
"Do you need it?" Ke Xun smiled, "You forgot that brother is a fighter who pretends to force you to fly and clear the entire Contra."
"Okay, anyway, give me a small white bullet to defend myself." Wei Dong said.
"Okay, don't think about it," Ke Xun said. "We must have courage without weapons. Even if we are ants, we will die on the body of the elephant."
Mu Yiran, who was walking by the side, glanced at Ke Xun, but happened to meet Ke Xun's unintentionally turning eyes.
The eyes of the two met, and Ke Xun smiled at him, a trace of senselessness and fearlessness on the corner of his lips.
There are all kinds of people who enter the painting, but who knows how long they will live.
Mu Yiran lightly looked away and looked forward again.
In the thick gray night fog ahead, three old locust trees with crooked cockroaches stood motionless by the edge of a dilapidated house.
"The Li family is here." Liu Yufei took a breath, and his voice was a little stiff and nervous.
Ke Xun looked at him sensitively: "Is there anything wrong?"
Liu Yufei didn't prevent him from asking this question, he looked at him with flickering eyes, and the corner of his mouth crooked: "No, let's go in."
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Ke Xun didn't ask any further questions.
The door of the yard was left open, Liu Yufei stepped forward to push the door and made a "squeak" sound, but the harsh sound did not travel far in this quiet night, and as soon as it spread, it was immediately swallowed up. in the thick fog.
As soon as they stepped into the yard, Ke Xun and Wei Dong were almost shocked by the sight in front of them, and Liu Yufei couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
The yard of Li's house is not too small. It is in the style of a quadrangle courtyard. The walls of the courtyard are surrounded by dilapidated fences. There are houses on all sides. The three main houses on the north side are now covered with white curtains and long flags. On both sides of the door, Hanging a large string of paper money, and ingots made of yellow and white paper, two paper-pasted boys and girls in colorful clothes were placed at the door with bright eyes and happy eyes.
It's like a sanctuary.
"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!" The important emotion scolded three times - Wei Dong shivered, and the flesh on Liu Yufei's face was twitching. Ke Xun looked left and right, and saw the only one among the four. The one who can still keep calm is Mu Yiran, but he can still detect a trace of seriousness and alertness in his eyes.
"No wonder you are wearing this kind of clothes for us." Liu Yufei looked down at his body.
Isn't this a mourning dress? Ke Xun was depressed, so he decided to take it off and throw it on the ground, but considering that there was only a wave of white streaks left in his clothes, he had to give up.
"Let's go." Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun lightly.
The person who got the cloth strip with the character "Yang" guarded the Li's granary.
Ke Xun looked around and saw a piece of white paper on the door of the wing on the west side of the yard, with the word "grain" written in black on it.
On the door of the downside house located in the south of the courtyard, the word "chai" was also written in black and white. Wei Dong and Liu Yufei, who had drawn the "Gu" strip, went to the firewood room to chop wood.
Wei Dong scolded in a low voice - the door of the firewood house was facing the door of the mourning hall of the main house in the north, and the two paper-pasted boys and girls laughed at the firewood house door.
"Dongzi, be very careful." Ke Xun shook Weidong's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and lowered his voice, "There should be an axe in the firewood room, hold it in your hand, stay alert, don't get sleepy, If there is a situation, you can call me, and if you really can't, just run outside the yard."
"Know, I know... You are also careful..." Wei Dong trembled, and reluctantly followed Liu Yufei to the firewood room.
Ke Xun followed Mu Yiran to the granary in the west wing, pushed open the door and entered, a mixed smell of dust and rancid grain hit his nostrils.
But Mu Yiran didn't seem to be able to smell it, so he went straight in, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, swiped on the screen, and scanned the room with the light of the screen, and saw more than a dozen large and small sacks piled in the corner of the room. , the sash is made of solid wood plank, tightly closed, no light can penetrate into the room, and of course, there is no light at night.
"Come in, close the door." Mu Yiran turned to look at Ke Xun.
"First ventilate, this smell can't even survive a mouse in it." Ke Xun said.
"Come in, close the door." Mu Yiran repeated coldly, unmoved.
"...You're also reincarnated?" Ke Xun sighed, stepped in and closed the door.
"The latch is inserted." Mu Yiran continued to order coldly.
"Handsome guy, you're not a girl, are you afraid that someone will break in and insult you in the middle of the night? If you have a door latch, you won't be able to run away if something happens." Ke Xun tilted his head to look at him.
"You don't think there will be?" Mu Yiran snorted coldly.
Ke Xun was stunned for a moment, then silently turned around and bolted the door.
Mu Yiran turned off the phone screen, and the room was plunged into darkness, only the breathless dust and rancid smell filled his side with a texture.
"What do you do next?" Ke Xun asked.
"Wait." Mu Yiran's voice sounded even colder and deeper in the darkness.
"Just... stay?" Ke Xun took two steps and found that the darkness was so deep that it made people feel like they were in a universe of nothingness up and down. In the black hole, there is no sense of steadiness.
He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and swiped on the screen, found Mu Yiran's position, and found that he was sitting on a sack in the corner of the room, leaning there and closing his eyes to rest his mind.
"Just stay like this? You don't have to do anything?" Ke Xun walked over and asked him.
"You can sleep too." Mu Yiran didn't open his eyes.
"Don't we have to look for autographs or seals in this room?" Ke Xun crouched down beside him and took a picture of his face with his mobile phone.
Looking at it so close, this person's skin is really unbelievably good, and the facial features are more three-dimensional and deep under the light of the screen, like the most finely polished carving art.
"If it's so easy to find, there won't be any dead people in this painting." Mu Yiran frowned slightly when he used his mobile phone to light up, "I advise you to save the power of your mobile phone and save it for use when necessary, there is no such thing in this painting. A place to charge, and you're going to be here for seven days. Of course, if you're dead tonight, you're free to use it."
Ke Xun hurriedly turned off his phone and sat down on the sack next to him: "Look at you, how much hatred you are, it's okay to curse me to die early to supplement your lifespan or what?"
Mu Yiran ignored him.
Ke Xun was silent for a while, and in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, he could only hear Mu Yiran's light breathing, but he didn't hear any movement outside the granary.
He actually wanted to know the three people who drew the "people" strips—according to the old man's arrangement, they would be in charge of the vigil tonight.
Since it is a night watch, of course, it must be kept in the mourning hall.
In the main room full of hanging banners, I wonder if there will be... a corpse parked there