Paintings of Terror

The two proceeded cautiously in the direction of the small village.

Ke Xun's eyesight has always been very good, but the small village in the distance still looks blurry, with only a general outline, like a photo with low pixels or an old painting.

"What do you call this..." Wei Dong walked beside him tremblingly, talking to relieve the fear in his heart, and kept looking to both sides, "Is it really a dream? Did the earth let aliens Humans have invaded, you say? Fuck, brother, you don’t want to die! The old Wei’s ancestral beriberi can’t be broken in my generation..."

"Shut up for a while," Ke Xun lowered his voice, "The more you don't understand the situation, the more calm you will be. Horror movies are just for nothing."

"Why does it have to be a horror movie and not a pornographic movie?!" Wei Dong didn't dare to speak any louder, and lowered his voice.

In fact, Ke Xun was also feeling up and down in his heart.

The situation in front of me was so sudden and bizarre that anyone would be stunned.

Wei Dong was obviously overwhelmed with fright, and the two of them couldn't both panic, one of them had to keep calm—at least on the surface.

The two of them tried to keep their footsteps as light as possible. All the movements in this silent night seemed extraordinarily loud, and in the dark and blurry places around, there always seemed to be some suppressed things or voices that were about to come out.

As the distance from the small village got closer, the scene in front of him became clearer and clearer. In the thick black night fog, a dilapidated house made of mud and grass slowly appeared in front of him.

On the outskirts of the village, there were seven or eight people standing.

"Someone!" Wei Dong called out in a low voice, with surprise, fear and joy in his voice.

Fear stems from the uncertainty of whether the group of people are human beings or "human beings".

Ke Xun squinted his eyes and looked, and there was more joy in his voice: "It's a human being."

He saw with his own eyes that there was a man playing with his mobile phone.

The mobile phone party is indeed the creature with the biggest heart in the world. They look at their phones while driving, take their children to look at their phones, cross the road to look at their phones, and the first thing they do when they land after being hit by a car is to look at their phones.

In such a weird environment right now, I still look at my phone.

But you also have to admit that where there are mobile phone parties, everything will seem...indifferent?

The two quickened their pace and ran towards those people.

"Dude! What's going on here, does anyone know?" Wei Dong couldn't wait to ask one of the young people who had been watching them.

This man is in his twenties, and he is also wearing a fat yellow and white linen shirt. His hair is the same as Ke Xun Weidong's, and it is still in its original state. The sides are shaved short, and a greasy braid is tied at the back of his head. .

"Nine, ten." The little pigtail counted, then looked back at the others, "There are still three, we have to wait."

"Brother, please explain." Wei Dong pressed.

Ke Xun looked at these people.

There are men and women, old and young, there are middle-aged men with beer belly full of fat, and there are also nervous and youthful schoolgirls of sixteen or seventeen.

All of them, without exception, wore strange clothes made of linen.

Who are these people?

The little braid glanced at Wei Dong, then at Ke Xun, with no expression on his face: "Wait, there are three more people coming, let's talk when they are all here."

Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun, and Ke Xun gave him a wink: Wait, wait and see what happens.

Taking advantage of the inexplicable waiting time, Ke Xun secretly observed.

The first one to observe is the one who just saw playing with the mobile phone.

It was a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and kept his head down. The light from the mobile phone screen shone on his face, making him look very numb and weird.

Ke Xun also touched himself, and found his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

This is even more weird—although the clothes have changed, all the things I carried with me before are still there, except for the mobile phone, the house key, and half a pack of chewing gum.

It was as if only the style and texture of the clothes on his body had changed, and nothing else had changed.

——What the hell is this going to do?

Ke Xun unlocked it with his fingerprint, and found that the screen of the phone finally turned on, but the upper display showed "no signal".

……Depend on.

It is simply the usual routine of dog blood movies-the mobile phone will never have a signal when you need to call the police or contact others, you will never turn on the ignition when you need to drive away, and you will never find the right key when you need to open the door for refuge.

Putting the phone back, Ke Xun glanced around, and his eyes involuntarily fell on one of the tallest people.

This person really stands out from the crowd, not only in terms of his size, but also his appearance.

With fair skin, handsome eyebrows, stern expression, and calm demeanor, no matter how many people you stand in, you can always notice him at first sight.

Even though he was wearing coarse linen clothes, others would wear them like sackcloth and filial piety, but he would wear them like wild clouds and wild cranes, like Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Sensing Ke Xun's gaze, the man glanced over it lightly, then moved away without any waves, and looked towards the blurred distance.

Wei Dong couldn't help himself a little, looked around, walked up to the sixteen or seventeen-year-old student girl, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, do you know what's going on?"

The student girl's face turned pale: "I don't know... I just came... They didn't tell me... what to do... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." She started to sob.

Seeing that she was crying, Wei Dong quickly patted the girl on the shoulder: "Hey, don't cry, there are so many people here, it's okay, it's okay. After a while, we can go back together by finding the way, don't be afraid, don't be afraid .”

"I just came in to look at a painting, why is it like this..." the student girl wiped her tears and sobbed, "My mother told me to go back early, if it wasn't raining, I wouldn't be able to come in to take shelter from the rain, why did I meet so……"

The word "terrible" seemed to be afraid to say, so he started crying again.

"Looking at paintings? You also go to the art museum to look at paintings?" Wei Dong asked hurriedly.

The student girl nodded: "I just went in to avoid the rain, if I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't come in when I got wet!"

"Is it the Starry Sky Museum?" Wei Dong asked.

The student girl continued to nod.

"Is it the exhibition hall of the erotic drama pictures?" Wei Dong asked again.

"Ah?" The student girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Uh, no, it's just that dark exhibition hall with no windows, and all the paintings look like they're covered in shit, so you can't see them clearly." Wei Dong gestured.

The student girl nodded: "It's the dark exhibition hall, the power went out as soon as I entered, and then I turned on a light, and then I... came here for no reason..." She started crying again.

Wei Dong turned to look at Ke Xun: "This is how everyone came together."

Ke Xun raised his eyes and looked at these people in front of him. These people were quite strange.

If everyone came to this strange place in the same way, they would be as flustered and ignorant as Wei Dong and him. Even if they could suppress the panic, they would ask around like Wei Dong to find a reasonable explanation. It shouldn't be like this, most people are very quiet and calm, as if...

It seems that I have been used to it for a long time, or understood the reason for it.

Ke Xun winked at Wei Dong.

The two grew up wearing a pair of open crotch pants, and they have a perfect understanding, and they know each other well with a wink.

Wei Dong closed his mouth, and stood next to Ke Xun calmly, keeping a certain distance from these people intentionally or unintentionally.

After waiting for more than 40 minutes, in the depths of the desolate outskirts, three more people came one after another, and one of them looked familiar. After thinking about it, Ke Xun remembered that this was the pancake vendor opposite the art gallery. boss.

"My mother just went into the art gallery to pee in the toilet, why did I come here?!" The pancake stand owner looked at everyone with a puzzled face.

"Everyone is here." The previous greasy braid ignored the questioning of the three newcomers, and turned to look at the others, "You can go in."

"Where are you going? Where is this?!" The pancake boss grabbed his arm.

The little pigtail glanced at him, his face still expressionless, but his voice sounded a bit gloomy: "In the painting."

"——painting? What kind of painting?" The pancake boss was at a loss.

"Did you enter an art gallery? Did you enter an exhibition hall? Did a painting glow in the exhibition hall? Did you enter this place immediately after that?" The braid asked impatiently.

"Yes... yes, what's the matter? That painting is quite strange..." The pancake boss vaguely realized something.

"You are in that painting now!" The little braid shook off him, followed the other people who had already started to move, and walked into the village.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong, who were listening with their ears stretched out, looked at each other.

"Really..." Wei Dong lost his mind, "How could people enter the painting... I don't believe it..."

"I don't believe it!" The last three people yelled, "How is it possible! Where is this? Who are you all? What do you want to do?!"

No one paid any attention to them, and those who were at the front just walked towards the village.

Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun: "How to deal with it? Follow them or..."

These people behave strangely, and following their words, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Ke Xun looked around and gritted his teeth: "Follow."

Two of the later three refused to follow, and stayed where they were, yelling, but the pancake boss rushed up, grabbed one of the first group of people, stared and shouted: "Don't go! You need to clarify the matter! What is going on?!"

The one he grabbed was that outstanding young man.

The man stopped in his tracks, turned his head and glanced at him lightly: "That's right in the painting. As for why people are in the painting, I don't know. But if you want to go out and return to the original world, it is best It's better to follow us."

The voice is like his person, very cold.

The pancake boss wanted to grab him and continue to ask, but he pinched his wrist. The pancake boss felt the pain and was forced to let go.

This group didn't care whether the next few people followed up, as if they had waited for more than 40 minutes just to get the heads together.

Ke Xun counted, there were 13 people in total.

Listening to what this person said just now, this group of people seems to be very familiar with this weird and weird situation, and they also know the way to return to the original world. Ke Xun felt that if he and Weidong wanted to leave here, they still had to think about it. Ways to build a good relationship with these people.

Thinking about it this way, he chased after this person a few steps ago, walked side by side with him, turned his face to look at him, and said with a gentle voice and OK expression: "Dude, look, this is the first time we have encountered such a thing, It is inevitable to ask a few more questions, can you tell us in detail what is going on and how can we get out of here?"

The man also glanced at him indifferently, his gaze fell forward again, and his voice was still full of coldness: "If you want to leave, there is only one way: survive and find the signature."

sign?