Paintings of Terror

Chapter 5: Bai Shi 05 ┃ Bai Shi

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Darkness and silence always make people feel uncomfortable.

Ke Xun was worried about Wei Dong, thought for a while, and asked Mu Yiran next to him: "If I go to the firewood house now, will it be okay?"

After a while, Mu Yiran's voice sounded: "I'm not sure if there's anything wrong, I only know that the last person who ran around at night died so that only a Tianling cover was left."

"..." Ke Xun leaned back on the sack, but didn't want to keep silent like he did just now - that kind of feeling was like waiting for death, so instead of dying in silence, just talk about death in silence: "Remember you said this This is the third painting you entered, how did you find the signature or seal of the first two paintings, can you tell me?”

"Not interested." Mu Yiran showed no respect.

"...You're too lacking in team spirit," Ke Xun said. "One more helper means more hope. You won't be happy for me to hold you back."

After a while, Mu Yiran spoke again: "If there are no rules, it's useless to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a heat in his ears. The boy beside him had no self-consciousness that they were strangers to each other, so he leaned over very naturally, lowered his voice beside his ear, and asked solemnly, "Then what do you think of the quality of this painting? Where is Yinhui? Do you have an idea?"

Mu Yi frowned, he had never seen such a familiar person.

Sitting up, he replied coldly: "If you can keep quiet, you may be able to have an idea soon."

"Then I'll ask one last question." The boy was obviously cheeky. "If we stay in this room all night and don't go out, can there really be no danger?"

Mu Yiran was silent for a while. Seeing that the boy was honestly waiting for his answer, he finally said, "Not necessarily. It has to be related to the content of the painting and the current situation. Generally speaking, the most dangerous place is the whole situation. The focus of the painting. Just like a painting, there are places that focus on performance, and there are secondary places that are used as backgrounds or used to highlight the key points. If you and I happen to be in the most important places in the painting, then probably, tonight There will be death."

It took a while for Ke Xun's voice to sound: "I think, right now, the focus should not be on our granary, but it's that... that mourning hall."

Mu Yiran's voice was calm: "According to people's habitual thinking, most people would think that the mourning hall is the focal point of the whole yard. But if you look at the picture shown in the whole painting, maybe the mourning hall may not be the most important point. A place. A painting that can make people see the meaning of the painting at a glance can only be regarded as a 'good painting', but it is not necessarily a masterpiece."

"So what you mean is, even if the mourning hall is the key point from the painting, the real intention of this painting is not necessarily in the mourning hall, it may be the three old locust trees next to the yard, or it may be the mourning hall. That old man's house, or maybe our granary," Ke Xun thought thoughtfully, "The real point is to speculate based on the intention of the painting, isn't it?"

Mu Yi Ran said "um".

"By the way, what is this painting?" Ke Xun asked.

"You didn't read it before you came in?" Mu Yiran asked back.

"I was frightened at that time. How could I look at it, even if I saw it, I forgot about it," Ke Xun said, "I just remember it was dark and there was something gray and white in the middle."

Mu Yiran was silent again, Ke Xun felt that this guy probably despised him again in his heart, and after a while, he heard him speak: "The name of this painting is "Bai Shi", and it was made by a painter named Li Jinghao. This painter prefers Humanities and customs paintings, I have traveled around since I was young, recording different folk customs in different places with brushes. This painting is one of them. It paints a picture of a remote mountain village doing white affairs. The performance is…”

Speaking of this, it stopped abruptly, and Ke Xun was about to ask, when he felt a hand quickly put a hand on his mouth, his palm was dry and slightly cold, and it smelled of soap.

Ke Xun originally wanted to hide in reflex, but after reacting, his mind turned, and he gave up immediately and let him cover him motionless.

The room fell into a stillness that could be heard by falling needles again. Maybe people's five senses would be more sensitive than usual in the dark. Ke Xun vaguely heard a few unusual noises, which came from the courtyard outside the house.

Hold your breath and listen carefully, the voice is more distinct, clucking, clucking, peeling, like... the sound of paper.

Ke Xun remembered the paper money and paper ingots hanging outside the main hall.

The noise is so loud, could it be a strong wind blowing outside

No, no, the voice is moving.

Slowly, undisguised, little by little, with a squeaking papery voice, he approached the granary.

It felt like someone was holding a large sheet of hard paper and dragging it sloppily across the ground.

It's also like someone wearing paper clothes, rubbing their limbs and torso, and walking slowly.

—Paper clothes? ! Paper - paper man? !

Ke Xun was startled and remembered the pair of confetti-pasted boys and girls outside the mourning hall.

Is someone moving them

The firewood room where Wei Dong is located is facing the mourning hall!

Ke Xun pulled Mu Yiran's hand away and wanted to get up, but Mu Yiran suddenly reached out and clamped an arm, trying to break free, but he didn't know how the man twisted and twisted him, so he couldn't move. The body leaned forward and pressed it there.

"Looking for death." Mu Yiran's voice rang in his ears softly, with a bit of a chill.

"I..." Ke Xun was about to speak, but a stiff knee reached over and pressed it against his throat, making him almost choke, unable to utter a word.

Damn, still a trainer.

The person who knows the times is Jun Ki. Ke Xun no longer struggled, and honestly let people hold it against him.

The noise outside the house was getting closer, and the sound came to the window of his own room, and then the sound stopped abruptly, and there was no movement at all.

Ke Xun subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the window. The sash was made of wooden planks, and the light was tight. The room was dark, and it was late at night outside. There was no light.

An eye suddenly appeared at the position of the window sash, like a crack in the darkness, and the eye peeped into the room from the crack.

This is not the eye of a living person, or rather the eye of a real person.

It was drawn on paper, with black lines on white paper, a very simple eye, with an apricot kernel-shaped eyelid, a jet-black pupil, and a thin and curved eyebrow above the eye.

Ke Xun was fortunate that Mu Yiran's knee was pressed against his throat, otherwise, he would not have blurted out this sudden shock.

He didn't know how he could see this eye clearly in such a dark room, there was no light source inside or outside, but this eye was so clearly embedded in the gap of the window sash, at this moment Just staring at him there.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Ke Xun held his breath.

This eye is looking at him, and the paper man outside is looking at him.

Mu Yiran behind him didn't make any movement either, the two and the paper figurines outside the house just stayed in place, falling into a weird stalemate.

I don't know how long this stalemate lasted. It may be very long, or it may be very short. Just when Ke Xun felt that his thoughts were about to go numb, the paper man's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the picture in front of him fell back into the infinite. in the dark.

Ke Xun was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the paper figurine's eyes suddenly disappeared, and a finger was suddenly inserted. The skin was pale and the nails were black, scratching the wooden window panel with thorns, and then took a closer look at the strange shape of the finger. Very, square and flat - actually a paper finger!

What the hell - Ke Xun screamed in shock, when did a piece of paper become so mad? !

Before finishing the thought, that finger suddenly began to exert force, scraping the window panel hard, making a harsh sound. The old wooden boards were "clicking", and they seemed to be about to shatter under this scraping.

- It's coming in! After realizing this possibility, Ke Xun began to struggle - can't let it in, must stop it!

Unexpectedly, Mu Yiran held his hands even harder. Rao was Ke Xun's strength, but it was completely useless under Mu Yiran's hands.

Just as he was about to use all his strength to break free, suddenly Jue Mu slammed down and whispered in his ear, "Don't move! You can't stop it."

... Then you can't just wait to die. Ke Xun twisted his neck to make Mu Yiran look at him with disapproval eyes, but before he could turn his head around, Mu Yiran's second sentence entered his ears: "Listen, once it comes in, Never move, hold your breath if it's close, unless you want to die."

Ke Xun gave up the struggle. Mu Yiran had two more paintings experience than him. Of course, higher force than him was also one of the important factors. Right now, he was still restrained by him. Can't move.

Ke Xun tilted his head, and simply rested on Mu Yiran's knee next to him.

Mu Yiran: "..."

In the darkness, the sound of scraping the wooden window panels continued, and the sound of the sharp paper edge rubbing against the blunt wood made people feel sore teeth and goosebumps.

Zhengqiang endured it by himself, every second was like the middle of the year, and suddenly heard a "rustle" behind him, followed by a heavy "dong" - the sacks piled in the corner were probably because the two of them were sitting loose just now. It fell to the ground at this moment.

After the loud bang, the inside and outside of the room suddenly fell into a dead silence. Ke Xun raised his eyes and saw that the finger in the gap of the window sash was retracted. The next second, the entire window sash was suddenly smashed, and the sound was startling, like a hundred or so. Jin's big man is slamming his fist on the window panel with his big fist.

-BOSS went wild! The first thought in Ke Xun's mind was these words. He raised his head and wanted to ask Mu Yiran what he should do now, but he felt that he had loosened his grip on him, and the voice came over again in a low voice: "Remember what I said just now. ,Do not move."

Don't let it move, isn't this just waiting to die? Ke Xun hesitated for a moment, and finally fell back - lying back on Mu Yiran's lap again.

Just trust him once, and give your life to him first.

Mu Yiran's body froze slightly imperceptibly, and the hand that had already reached out to push Ke Xun away stopped in the air, and then slowly retracted it after a while.

The dilapidated wooden window panel finally couldn't resist the impact of that force, and it shattered and flew away with a bang.

Ke Xun remembered Mu Yiran's words, he didn't dare to move, he could only try his best to roll his eyelids and look up.

At the window, the boy statue made of paper figurines stood there quietly, with bright facial features and a lifeless smile, staring deadly at the two people in the room.