Paintings of Terror

In fact, as long as the willpower is not so weak, no matter how fascinating the illusion may be, as long as you firmly believe that it is only an illusion, you should be able to retreat from it and save your life.

At least Ke Xun thought so.

So after the first night was almost succeeded by the illusion, every night after that, he spent the night without danger.

The previous experience in painting has become precious experience and accumulation at this time. As Wei Dong said, the current members of "Jinhua Theory" have very few ghosts that can scare them again, and make them panic. Cuo’s bizarre incident.

When members usually chat in the V letter group occasionally, they often mention that Ke Xun is the fastest growing among the few people. From the messy and poor youth when he first entered the painting, he has grown into a mature, calm, reliable, even Exists like the guardian of the team.

Wei Dong, who is most familiar with him, said that he has become more and more indestructible, whether it is spirit and belief, or thought and emotion.

Ke Xun himself had thought so.

Until this recognition lasts until the darkness falls tonight.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran sat in the corner of the central hall. At the moment the darkness invaded, the hand of Mu Yiran that they had originally held disappeared from his palm.

It was still the same empty and empty darkness as the previous three nights, and only the sound of the viscous sea water from not far could be heard in my ears.

Ke Xun waited quietly for the illusion to appear, guessing what kind of plot the despicable thing behind the scenes would make up to confuse people.

The surging sound of the sea gradually became clear, as if it was right in front of you, right by your feet, and the empty sense of hearing slowly shrank. The sea in front of it seemed to have a shore, and there seemed to be trees on the shore, and it was level. On the ground, there are even cars coming and going.

A biting cold, surrounded in all directions, the temperature seemed to drop below zero in an instant, and Ke Xun's skin was frozen with goose bumps.

The peculiar breath of midwinter came to the nose, and the wind penetrated into the nostrils, scraping the internal organs, letting the chill of the heart penetrate from the inside out.

Ke Xun was shivering slightly from the cold, and shrank subconsciously.

This is a winter scene.

Although there was still a thick darkness in front of him without any images, Ke Xun could feel that it was a winter, and the weather was very cold. It may be the coldest winter he has ever experienced.

The water in front of him made a gurgling sound, like ripples hardened by freezing, colliding with each other constantly.

In the sound of the gurgling water, there were also some sounds that seemed to be ice collisions, and the smashed ice fragments flew away in a click, making the invisible scene more textured.

Ke Xun opened his eyes wide and looked into the emptiness in front of him.

In the darkness, his body trembled slightly.

"Xiaoxun."

An incomparably familiar voice, as if it had sounded yesterday, was sent into the ear hole from close at hand.

Ke Xun's heart shrank sharply, and he shook his body severely, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or something.

"Xiaoxun...Xiaoxun, are you doing well alone now?"

Ke Xun opened his mouth, trying to say something, but there was a torn, dry pain in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"Xiaoxun... son, do you miss dad?" asked an extremely familiar voice in his most familiar tone.

"...Fuck...Fuck!——Fuck!" Ke Xun tried several times, and finally let out a hoarse cracking voice from his dry throat.

The disgusting thing behind the scenes has so violently created the illusion of a dead person, and it is not afraid of being seen through by him. Is this still bewitching? This is not bewitching, this is a rampant and extremely malicious provocation!

It's like a stark declaration: Even if you know that this is a phantom, you still can't escape after all, you will still die on this illusion! Because it is an obsession that you can never let go, a scar that can never heal, a painful nightmare that you can never get rid of!

Ke Xun had never been so angry before, but this anger did not look like a raging fire, but a boundless ocean that swallowed him overwhelmingly, and the weight made him feel suffocated.

Under this suffocating ocean of anger, there are endless sorrows and stings that are accumulated and hidden deep.

During the darkest and depressing period of Ke Xun’s life, he always wanted to look at his dearest people more, even if it was just a glance, no, even if only hearing their voices, even if there was only one sentence, one address, one sound Light cough...

God knows how much he wanted these.

In front of him, the thing he had been most eager for, but the most impossible to achieve, suddenly became "true"-even though this was only an illusion, but the endless longing that had been deeply hidden in his heart was so impossible. The blocking and suppressing ground, like volcanic lava on the seabed, gushes out frantically.

The raging waves on the sea, the black abyss under the sea, the volcano on the bottom of the sea.

Anger, sadness, longing.

Ke Xun was suppressed layer by layer, unable to move.

"Xiao Xun... do you miss dad? My dad misses you very much. My dad is worried about you. I'm worried that you won't be able to take good care of yourself if you can't eat or dress well alone."

"Go--Go!" Ke Xun screamed, "I **** killed you! You know-I will kill you!"

"Xiaoxun, don't you want to talk to your dad? This may be... the last time our father and son... have a chance to talk... Xiaoxun, don't you...do not want to listen to dad's voice more?"

"Fuck..." Ke Xun grabbed his hair fiercely with both hands and buried his face between his arms.

He wanted to hear, he wanted to hear, even though it was just an illusion, he still wanted to hear the voice he wanted to hear most.

He missed this voice so much, that every time he remembered it, his heart was aching. This pain will not diminish with the passage of time, and the death of a loved one is a wound that can never be healed in everyone's heart.

"Xinxun... Dad is sorry for leaving you alone in this world. It is Dad’s fault for leaving you alone in this world. Dad is not a qualified father. I hope... I hope you can Get a better father, take care of you for me, and protect you forever..."

"No..." Ke Xun opened his palms, covered his eyes, and squeezed out a low and depressed voice from under his palms.

Illusion, this is just an illusion, fake, of course they are all fake... But he still wants to continue to listen to his "dad" talking to him, even if every sentence and every word he says makes him feel disheartened More intense, more painful to the soul.

"Xiao Xun... Dad is sorry that he can't accompany you to grow up, and can no longer watch you grow up from a handsome guy to an indomitable, mature and responsible man. Dad regrets that he can't watch your career. Cheng, find someone you like, marry her and have a family, and have a child who is as cute as you were when you were a kid... Dad can no longer protect you, can no longer accompany you through most of your life... Xiaoxun... Dad is sorry, Dad made you suffer..."

"No...no..." Ke Xun murmured, choking in his desperately suppressed voice.

"Xiaoxun, do you miss dad?"

I think, how can I not think about it. I think when I have a meal while guarding the empty table at home, when I stand in front of the window at home and look at the whole city from the floor-to-ceiling windows, when I fall asleep at night, when I open my eyes in the morning. I think about it when it rains, think when it snows, think when walking on the street, think about every father when I see it.

"Xiao Xun, do you miss dad?... Son, when Dad is alive, what you want to hear most is what you say to dad... Do you love Dad... Xiao Xun, do you want Dad? Do you miss Dad? "

Ke Xun covered his eyes, the thick nasal sound mixed with his heavy breathing.

He panted for a long time, and the voice made by the illusion stopped talking, as if waiting for him quietly.

Until Ke Xun finally squeezed out from his throat, he humiliated and choked hard, "...think..."

Suddenly, a biting cold wind rushed towards the face, almost piercing the skin, the roar of the north wind in the darkness, and the rushing sound of the rushing river, not far in front of Ke Zun, There was a sudden blast of startled screaming: "Someone has fallen into the water-come on, help-someone has fallen into the water!"

"--Save people!" The familiar voice in front of him shouted deep, and his footsteps rushed towards the distance.

Ke Xun's body froze suddenly, and then began to tremble uncontrollably.

There was a "rush", as if someone had jumped into the water, struggling to swam with their arms, mixed with the sound of rushing water and crashing ice on the water surface, sandwiching people's exclamations and screams. , Every sound came into Ke Xun's ears very clearly, even the heavy breathing from the familiar voice.

"It's coming soon--"

"That person will swim right away! Near the drowning man!"

"Catch the drowning man, he has caught the drowning man!"

"No way, his clothes are too heavy! He didn't have time to take off his clothes when he jumped down to save people, and the river was too cold-he was starting to struggle!"

"It's almost there, it's almost on the shore, work harder!"

"Not good! Not good—the saver is out of strength—he started sinking—"

"The saver! The saver-sinks! He sinks!"

"The drowning person was saved by him! The drowning person is not in danger of life, it saves people..."

"The saver can't do it! He can't do it... the saver... the saver is dead..."

Ke Xun was fighting in the cold, shaking his whole body, and even the choking in his nose was shaken to pieces.

A feeling of sinking into deep water flooded him from all directions, the bone-to-the-bone cold and the suffocation feeling crushed by water, soaked in all the pores and internal organs.

Ke Xun gasped subconsciously, and in the gurgling underwater sound beside his ears, he suddenly heard the familiar voice again: "Xiao Xun... Dad is so painful... Can you feel Xiao Xun? Dad is in the water. It's cold... so cold..."

"—Shut up!—Shut up!" Ke Xun tried to suppress this voice with his own voice, but to no avail, this voice seemed to be out of the same track with his voice at all, and was completely undisturbed by him. Passed clearly into his ears.

Ke Xun slammed his ears with his hands, but the sound penetrated his hands and pierced his ears. He couldn't do anything. Everything was just an illusion. He could only endure the sound and physical torture, and endure that. The most painful thing he couldn't bear was the heartbreaking pain.