Paintings of Terror

I don't know how much time passed, the sound in the ear and the drowning body sensation finally gradually disappeared, and Ke Xun fell to the ground tiredly, panting.

-"Someone has fallen into the water-come to someone-help-someone has fallen into the water!"

Suddenly, a cry of exclamation blasted into the icy endless darkness again, and the sound of water, the sound of ice crashing, and the exclamation of people all disturbed.

"--Help!" The familiar voice in front of him shouted again, and the sound of footsteps rushed into the distance.

Ke Xun was startled for a moment, followed by infinite, exponentially expanding and pouring over the anger, pain, torture, and sadness——

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

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

"Xiao Xun... Dad is so uncomfortable... The water choked into the lungs, causing pain... Do you remember what it was like when you saw Dad being fished out of the water? In your nose, in your mouth , In my ears, there are all sludge... Dad is so miserable... When Dad is struggling in the water, I wish someone could save me... But no... Dad felt so lonely..."

Ke Xun clutched his head desperately, crying hoarsely that could no longer be suppressed in his throat.

He never wanted to think about the last time he saw his father with his own eyes. He was lying on the icy muddy ground by the river, the expression on his face still maintained the pain of his death. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his eyes were chaotic. , Never see the world he was familiar with anymore, never see all of his relatives again, never see the silly son lying beside him crying so hard.

It was the memory he could not recall and touch in the depths of his heart, but now, that cruel and vicious illusion is repeating, repeating, and reappearing that memory again and again, constantly being the number one in his father. Switching back and forth between the angle of view and his first angle of view, the two people's most painful memories and skin-cutting feelings were alternately applied to Ke Xun's body, torturing him cruelly and severely.

That memory made Ke Xun feel painful day and night, made him suffer from mild depression, and even thought of committing suicide.

It took him a long time and exhausted all his willpower before he finally walked out of the darkness and returned to the light.

But this illusion, at this moment, is reappearing his darkest moment, trying to pull him back to the abyss of depression, forcing him to collapse again to the point of no salvation...

Ke Xun fell to the ground, curled up fiercely, the repeated illusion still piercing the sound of the death of his loved one into his soul over and over again.

Until Ke Xun uncontrollably produced a thought in his mourning beast-like cry: Since the rest of his life is so painful, why bother to live alone? ...

"Xiaoxun... let's go with Dad, from now on you will never be so painful again... Son, Dad's good boy... Come on, come, you just have to move forward, all of this Freed... come... just need to move..."

Ke Xun wearily loosened his arms around his body, and slowly stretched out his hands into the void.

He is holding the phone in his hand, and pressing his fingertips on the slightly convex pattern of the phone case, it is a string of English swashes that read:

CorgiandMooney.

...

The morning light of dawn spilled into the central hall, and Mu suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught the eye was the fallen companion.

Last night’s illusion was based on the theme of "sorrow" in the seven emotions. If compared with the previous nights, the psychological and spiritual impact of this night’s illusion on Mu Yiran was probably the smallest. In the second half of the night, he He even took a nap—not even the phantom could wake him up.

Before entering the painting, Mu Yiran's life can be said to be relatively lucky. He has a complete and normal family, his family is enlightened and accessible, and his life is peaceful and smooth. Even if he enters the business world later, he is less upset because of his involvement with art.

Therefore, emotions like "sorrow" rarely appeared in his past life, and naturally it did not cause much damage.

But apparently his friends were not as lucky as him, they collapsed on the ground, their faces doubled with exhaustion and depression.

Grief is no greater than death. It can be seen that "grief" is more likely to destroy a person's spirit than the previous emotions.

Chen Xin'ai's "disappearance" confirmed this point.

The rest of the people sat up one after another, and gradually got rid of the emotional impact of last night, with the gratitude of the rest of their lives on their faces, Shao Ling got up and opened the door to let the humid sea breeze in, Qin Ci pinched Forehead, for him who has lost his lover, last night must not have been better.

Zhu Haowen calmly counted the number of people in the room, Wei Dong and Luo Ge each shrank their heads, and wiped away the tears on their faces with their sleeves.

Ke Xun curled up in the corner, holding his head tightly with his arms, motionless.

Mu Yiran strode over, crouched next to him, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders, and whispered to him, "Ke Xun?"

Ko Xun quickly raised his head to look at him, with a lazy smile on his face: "Good morning."

The voice was so dumb.

Mu Yiran looked at the bloodshot eyes under his eyes, stretched out his arms and hugged him into his arms. Ke Xun was held by him, silently.

Until Shao Ling walked over, he said solemnly: "Fang Fei... is gone."

Ke Xun was about to sit upright when he heard the sound, but Mu Yiran stroked the back of his head with his hand before letting go. Mu Yiran took the scroll of bamboo slips handed by Shao Ling, unfolded it and looked at it with Ke Xun. .

"This is the message that Fang Fei left on the ground," Shao Ling said, his tone a little strange, "It might be out of your expectation."

Mu Yiran's gaze fell on the bamboo slip, but saw a symbol painted on it, which was one of the signs that he agreed with Fang Fei yesterday to represent different meanings.

It seems that it is because the meaning of this symbol is too unexpected. In order to prevent everyone from doubting whether she is drawing wrong, Fang Fei deliberately painted this symbol in a correct and abnormal standard, which makes people think of other symbols. nothing.

This symbol is a standard "√".

It means that what Fang Fei saw after lighting the rhino horn last night was a real chicken.

"...Why?" Qin Ci, who came together to look at the bamboo slips, said it was difficult to understand.

Why does a chicken appear on a lone boat in the vast ocean? Even the appearance of a duck is more reasonable than a chicken.

Even in the world in the painting, the plot setting must always conform to common sense and logic, unless the theme of the painting itself is absurd and bizarre.

However, "Burning Rhinoceros on the Sea" is an ancient painting that cannot be more serious, and it is unlikely that such conventional errors will occur.

"Could it be possible that they brought live chickens on board when they went to sea?" Wei Dong guessed, who also came to him.

"It's not hard to understand," Luo Ming said next to him. "If you take raw meat and cooked meat for a long journey at sea, it will be easy to spoil. It is better to bring live chickens and live ducks, and you can sail while raising them. "

"Let’s not say that we didn’t see other live poultry and animals on this ship," Zhu Haowen said. "Simply saying that this chicken was only seen after lighting the rhino horn, which proves that this chicken is definitely not ordinary. Chicken."

"Where did it come from? It flew over from the shore?" Wei Dong thought it was too funny. "What chicken can fly so far? The painter of this painting is too ignorant."

"No matter how bizarre and unbelievable the clues are," Shao Ling said, "Since it is clear that it is a'chicken', then we can only consider from this point. Are you going to take a break or focus now? Discuss clues?"

"Let's rest first." It was Mu Yiran who spoke, with one hand covering Ke Xun's back and not removing it.

"Okay," Shao Ling nodded, "It was really sad last night."

Everyone was about to get up and move around separately, when Ke Xun suddenly said, "Where is Fang Fei's bow and arrow?"

"Damn--what's wrong with your throat?!" Wei Dong was shocked when he heard the sound, staring at Ke Xun and asking.

"Maybe it's adolescence," Ke Xun said.

Weidong: "..."

"Brother, I have throat chewing gum here..." Luo Ling said, groping around.

Ke Xun ignored him for the time being, and went out together with Mu Yiran, and saw that on the empty deck, throwing the bow that Ke Xun handed to Fang Fei yesterday, several arrows fell beside him.

"Less arrows." Ke Xun said hoarsely. "There are only four on the ground. I gave her five yesterday."

"It's over there." Mu Yiran pointed to the front of the deck, and saw the fifth arrow nailed to the side of the ship's side, and the arrow tip was embedded in the ship's side with a long feather nailed.

A few people walked over quickly, Ke Xun drew off the arrow and took the feather in his hand to show everyone.

"Really an amazing girl." Qin Ci said softly.

It was quite obvious that after seeing the weird chicken last night, Fang Fei not only didn't flinch from fear, but even dared to attack it with a bow.

Regrettably, she failed to shoot the chicken's body and only shot one of its feathers.

"This is the hair on that chicken?" Wei Dong compared the length of the feather with his hand, "What chicken hair can grow so long?!"

"Pheasant, or pheasant," Shao Ling said.

Even if it is a pheasant, it is still an unbelievable strange thing to appear at sea. Everyone looked at each other, but Mu Yiran stared at the long feather in Ke Xun's hand and fell into thinking.

Ke Xun didn't bother him, but turned to the beginning and looked at the endless sea beside him.

In the early morning, the sea is full of moisture, and a cloud of gray mist evaporates in the distance, making the world seem illusory.

Ke Xun was in a trance, when he heard Luo Ling's voice ringing beside him: "I'm going...how did my throat gum become so bad? What the **** is this?"

Turning his head to look, he saw that Luo Ling was holding several brown-yellow things that resembled the stems of dried fruit flowers.

"It's degraded," Wei Dong also glanced here. "If the things outside the painting are in the painting, if they are painted for a long time, they will degenerate into something that fits the age of the painting. Once I went into painting. I brought chocolate before. After I entered the painting, the chocolate degraded and turned into cheese because it did not fit the age and social background...

"That chewing gum should also be sugar when it degenerates," Luo Ling looked at the ugly color in his hand, "what the **** are these things?"

Qin Ci walked closer and looked at it for a few times. He picked up one of them and took it before his eyes. Then he took a closer look and smelled it. Then he said clearly, "This is the dried flower of lilac, no wonder-lilac was used by ancients to remove Bad breath can also be called ancient chewing gum, so it’s not surprising that your chewing gum degenerates into this kind of thing."

"It turns out that this is a degraded version of chewing gum," Luo Ling squeezed a dried lilac flower and threw it into his mouth without any particular attention. Qin Ci could not stop him, "Heh-so unpalatable! Spicy and tongue-piercing. ," Luo Ling wrinkled his face and spat out the flower again, "It is better to have something that has evolved for thousands of years..."

"Evolution, millennia..." Mu Yi in deep thought suddenly said, raising Shen Che's eyes and looking at everyone, "I think I already know what that chicken is."