Paintings of Terror

A strange weight weighed on everyone's hearts.

If those few people a hundred years ago were also in the painting, then when was the source of this whole incident?Does it go on like this in an endless loop without a break?

So what will be the fate of us people?Struggling between life and death in an endless loop without stopping?Either you will die in a certain painting on the way, or you will struggle until you are old, until you can no longer struggle, and finally die exhausted and hopeless.

This is... a bit too miserable.

Everyone returned to the car and sat quietly for a long time before Ke Xun broke the oppressive silence: "I plan to stay here for a few more days, and I will focus on checking the study that the old lady's master mentioned. Since she Master's grandparents lived here, and those people came to ask her master for fortune-telling, so the study should be in this city."

"What if her master went out of town with those people?" Wei Dong didn't let go of any possibility.

But Ke Xun shook his head: "It's not very likely. That era was the most chaotic and disorderly time in the country. Didn't you hear the old lady say that you can shoot people in the street? In such a chaotic world, no matter how curious her master is, , and it is impossible to chase a few people to other places, so I tend to think that the study is in the local area."

"That makes sense." Wei Dong nodded.

"But it's hard to check, isn't it?" Wu You was worried, "I'm afraid the study a hundred years ago might not be preserved at that time, and there will be wars raging later, let alone so many years have passed."

"If it's not easy to check, we still have to check. This is the only clue that can be grasped now," Ke Xun said, "and the bones mentioned by the old lady, Wu You, you can go to the old lady's house and ask if she has any clues." Take in apprentices or know people of the same way, and the way of doing things is similar to hers, and the old lady can't see clearly, so let's find someone who can't see clearly."

As soon as Wu You thought of the dense black patterns on his bones, he wished he could give himself a bone scraping therapy. Hearing this, he shuddered several times, and then nodded repeatedly.

"What about the four of you, what are your plans?" Ke Xun asked the others.

"Brother, I'm fine. I'm flustered when I'm idle at home, so I'll stay here with you." Luo Xie raised his hand.

"I'll stay too." Zhu Haowen only said three words lightly.

"I'm fine, I can spend the New Year here," Fang Fei said.

Weidong thought for a while, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the company, hung up the phone after some negotiations, and said: "It's done, I originally wanted to save the annual leave until the next year and take it together, but my brain was short-circuited. I'm going to die, what's the use of annual leave, just rest now."

"Okay, I won't go anymore," Ke Xun signaled Luo Kuo to drive, "Go back to the hotel to put down your luggage, and then make arrangements."

On the way to the hotel, Zhu Haowen briefly posted what he learned today into the group, while Ke Xun called Mu Yiran directly, explained it in detail, and told him that he decided to stay in City C Continue to investigate.

Mu Yiran seemed a little busy, and after listening to his narration, he didn't express his opinion immediately, but only told him to pay attention to safety and then hung up the phone.

A group of people sent Wu You home first, returned the car, and then took a taxi to the hotel.

Ke Xun booked two double rooms, and Wu You helped Fang Fei book a single room. Fortunately, they were all on the same floor. At this moment, everyone gathered in Ke Xun and Weidong's room to discuss the next arrangement.

"I figured that the study should have been destroyed in that era." Ke Xun sat cross-legged on the bed, leaving the edge of the bed for Zhu Haowen and Luo Yan to sit on. "Otherwise, the old lady also lives in this city. She is 80 this year. How old is it, and I came from that era when I was a child, how can I not know which study it is?

"Well, even if the city is too big and there are too many studies, if that study has existed for a long time, if her master tells her about it, he will definitely tell her 'it's the study in our city', Since I didn't say it, I think the study should have disappeared at that time.

"So if we want to check, I'm afraid we won't be able to find it from the memory of modern people. We can only find a way to check some relevant historical documents in this city."

"Or look up some local county annals." Zhu Haowen brought his own notebook, which was opening to log in to the webpage at the moment. "In addition, there may be related information on the Internet."

"That's it," Ke Xun said, "Hao Wen'er will stay in the hotel and search for information on the Internet. Dongzi and I are in a group, and Luo Luo and Fang Fei are in a group. We will go out and run around related places, such as the local museum. City Archives or something."

Wei Dong said: "Luobo take care of you, Sister Fei, we are unfamiliar here, so be careful when you go out."

Luo Kuo said: "It's not certain who will take care of who. My sister Fei is so powerful and domineering, so I just promise that I won't hold her back."

"Let's change it then," Ke Xun said, "You two have a child and a girl, one is unreliable and the other is too sharp. Dongzi, you and Fang Fei are in a group, and I'll take carrots, so I'll go out in a while, you We're going to the archives office, and we're going to the museum."

Wei Dong: "I feel that the Archives Bureau may not be easy to enter. I didn't even wear a decent suit. Wearing this suit, people would look like a poor guy. I'm afraid I won't let the guard sweep me out."

Ke Xun: "Then you think me and Carrot can go in?"

Wei Dong looked at the two, one was full of young and Dangerous temperament, and the other had a platinum hair covered with famous brands... Okay.

After discussing it, everyone left Zhu Haowen at the hotel without delay, and the four of them went out together, and parted ways at the door.

Ke Xun and Luo Xun spent half an afternoon shopping in the museum, which indeed displayed some local historical materials and photos, but the study was not representative and symbolic after all, and was not mentioned in the materials at all.

"What's the matter, brother?" The two stood in front of the Kanto boiled stall, each eating a string of fish balls steaming hot.

Ke Xun blew out a hot breath: "After eating, let's go to the Winter Art Museum."

Luo Kuo almost dropped the food box in his hand, and panicked: "Brother, why are you still going? I don't even want to think about that place!"

Ke Xun picked up a string of tofu and blew it: "Don't worry, I won't be sucked in again. I want to go to the art gallery to ask the staff to inquire about it. I have a doubt-whether it is the place where the study was originally located. , is the current location of this art gallery?"

Luo Kuo thought for a while, and said to the owner of Kanto Cook, "Give me another one!"

Ke Xun: "... so hungry?"

Luo Kuo: "Eat more before you go, and you will be a hungry ghost even if you die!"

Ke Xun: "... a rich second-generation ghost who is full of oden?"

After eating, the two took a taxi and went straight to the Winter Art Museum.

The snow outside the museum was like a painting on that day, the sky was gloomy, the snow stopped for a while, and the winter was approaching. The museum stood under the gloomy sky, looking extraordinarily cold and dead.

Luo Que couldn't help but leaned against Ke Xun's body, wishing he could walk while holding his arm.

"Don't be gay in gay, okay?" Ke Xun rubbed his head in disgust.

Luo Wei: "???" Which of us is gay.

My brother is so powerful that he even despises himself.

There was no one else at the entrance of the art museum except for a guard standing there, and the hall was even more empty, with no one in sight. Ke Xun led the trembling Luo Xun directly to the office of the office staff, but did not say a few words The words drove people out.

The reason is that these two people don't look like any good birds at first glance.

"Master, buy a suit and come back tomorrow." Ke Xun had no choice but to take Luo Xun out of the restaurant, and went to the nearby cafe instead of leaving in a hurry.

The boss still remembered Ke Xun - "the handsome guy who paid the bill last time", he couldn't help laughing and said: "Are you art students? You came to this art gallery in such a cold day, and they will be closed later."

"It's closed so early?" Luo Kuo raised his wrist and glanced at his Patek Philippe, "It's only four o'clock."

"Isn't it cold?" the boss said, "After three or nine days, almost no one comes to this place. It's useless if the museum is open, so why don't you leave work early."

"I don't think you have any customers here." Ke Xun looked around, and there were only two customers, he and Luo Wei, "It stands to reason that business should be easier in winter, right? Isn't it comfortable to drink a cup of hot coffee in the cold? ?”

Because there were almost no customers and the boss was very relaxed, he simply sat down and chatted with Ke Xun: "My small shop is not doing well. You have to look at the location. This is basically the suburb of the city. There is an art gallery nearby. There is no shop behind the village, who would come here just to have a cup of coffee? My customers here are usually those who come to art museums, but you think, how can so many people like to see this stuff these days? Basically, except for young literary and artistic young people, there are only couples who come here to date, and not many people come here throughout the year."

Ke Xunqi said: "Then you won't lose money by opening a shop here? How much is the monthly rent for this house?"

"Hey, this house is my own, otherwise how can I spend any more time here." The boss said.

"You bought this land?" Ke Xun was even more surprised. "The flow of people in this area is not good. Why do you still buy this land? With this money, you might as well rent a storefront in the city center."

"I didn't buy this land with my own money. My grandparents lived here. It turned out that this area was full of residents. Later, the demolition and other things were moved away. It just happened not to be demolished here. Look at the side, there is still There are about ten households..." The boss was talking, but Ke Xun caught the point: "Wait a minute, you said that your ancestors all lived here? Then let me ask—at the time of the Republic of China, or a few years later Your family lives here too?"

The boss nodded: "Yes, that's why I'm reluctant to sell this place. This is the ancestral home after all."

"Then do you know what facilities were built at the location of the art museum at that time?" Ke Xun asked hurriedly.

"I don't know where to go," said the boss. "When I was a child, the art gallery seemed like a wasteland."

"Excuse me," Ke Xun said, "Is your father Ling grandpa still alive?"

Luo Kuo: "Brother, that's called 'Ling Zu'."

Ke Xun: "...Do you want me to teach you how to call 'Ling Zu'?"

Luo Kuo: "No, no, don't get excited—Boss, is Grandpa Ling still alive?"

Boss: "...you are here, what are you doing?"

Ke Xun: "I want to ask the old man about something, can you ask the old man for us? What kind of building was built in the art gallery when he was a child, it's just a small question."

The boss looked at Ke Xun strangely: "Why do you keep asking this?"

"This is our research topic," Ke Xun said on the spot without changing his expression, "Whether I can graduate smoothly depends entirely on you, boss!"

"...my grandpa doesn't live here now, he lives in the city with my dad," the boss said as he took out his cell phone, "I'll make a call, you just ask about this, right?"

"That's right," Ke Xun nodded, "It's up to you, boss, do it."