Paintings of Terror

The patio below the building is very huge, like a modern medium-sized square, with spacious open spaces, pavilions and rockeries, and lively places like a market.

But everything always seems to be covered with dust, as if it had been eroded by the desert wind and sand some years ago, even if it is rebuilt, it is difficult to clean it fresh.

"Like a relic." Shao Ling couldn't describe the mood at the moment. Everything in front of him was spectacular and frightening. "This place is like a newly unearthed underground city. Maybe there is something buried waiting for us to dig."

Mu Yiran listened to Shao Ling's description, feeling in his heart, but did not speak.

"This place is too big. If you just look for an autograph without clues, you probably won't find it in ten years." Wei Dong looked at this majestic building city, and actually missed the ship that was painted. The ship and the sea are vast but simple, "Besides, there are too many NPCs..."

Luo Wei hugged the dog and shivered: "I don't want to stay here for ten years..."

"The beauty you want, let's just seven days." Weidong reminded Luo Ling mercilessly.

Luo Wei didn't say a word, and Xinchun cried.

Everyone looked at this magnificent and complicated building city, and they all wanted to cry without tears.

There is only a simple house in the painting that I clearly saw. Who knows that the structure of the house can be so complicated and that so many lively NPCs can live in, it is simply a sea of ​​people.

"Look, there are a lot of people gathered on the second floor platform." Du Lingyu pointed to a basketball court-sized platform on the second floor, where people were indeed crowded, and people on all floors seemed to be pouring in that direction.

"There is probably the place where the incident occurred," Qin Ci slowed down. "The flawed jade of the dead that the lamplighter said should be there."

"This is the first obvious clue drawn to us." Zhu Haowen also stopped, not planning to squeeze into the crowd.

"If this is a clue, is the signature on Yuxia's body? Are we going to find a signature on a corpse?" Cao Youning feels that her voice is not much like her own. Everything today is too illusory. I really hope this is just one. A dream.

"It's Xiayu," Xi Shengnan corrected him, "it's not Yuxia."

"This is just a person in the painting, and he is dead. It has nothing to do with us." Cao Youning's mood is not very good, and she doesn't even think about the flawed jade or Yuxia. It feels like the dead in this so-called painting is like When I was a child, my sister used to scare her white doll, with her hair scattered face down and dragged on the floor to crawl.

"Xiayu, why do I think this name is a bit familiar? If I remember correctly, this word should be flawless." As if thinking of something, Du Lingyu turned his head and looked at Xi Shengnan: "Sister Xi, I remember In your novel..."

Xi Shengnan looked at everyone's gazes: "Maybe it's just a coincidence. There is a heroine in my novel called Xiayu. That is my first novel."

Unexpectedly, Xi Shengnan is not only a photographer, but also a novelist.

"It's just a hobby." Xi Shengnan said lightly.

At this time, a few people passed by the members, with the mentality of watching the excitement: "The Xiaoyu girl is really pitiful, if I say, this name is unlucky, and the beautiful jade is flawed."

"Some of you said that there is still a set. If you can test the characters, what do you need those Wu adults to do." Another person said.

"Let's listen to what Master Wu said, the murderer can't escape Wu's eyes."

Several people talked and walked to the platform where the crowds gathered on the second floor.

"Meiyu is flawless, Sister Xi, this is exactly the same as the name of the heroine you wrote." Du Lingyu's voice trembled slightly, not understanding how the painting got everyone's information, and he was able to capture the writings written by the members.

Xi Shengnan's face was not very good-looking, even if it was just a coincidence, it was an unlucky coincidence.

"Sister Xi, how did the flawed jade in the novel die?" Wei Dong asked.

Xi Shengnan twitched his mouth: "I'm not dead, Xiayu didn't die in the novel, and finally achieved happiness with her own efforts."

I don't know why, Wei Dong feels that it is even more sad that Xia Yu hasn't died, and his wicked painting seems to want to kill the happy and beautiful things for others to see.

"Maybe this is a coincidence. Let's first find out what Xiayu's surname is here." Lu Heng was trying to comfort Xi Shengnan.

Xi Shengnan seemed a little daunted, his eyes circled in the crowd, and finally fell on Mu Yiran's face.

Mu Yiran: "The shorter the time we stay in the painting, the better. I suggest that we divide it into three groups now. One group will go back to the room where we live to find clues; the second group will walk around, even if there is no clue, you can understand this. The local rules also work; the last group went to the scene of the incident downstairs."

"Let's go down and take a look." Fang Fei said simply. At this moment, she has made simple changes to her clothes and tightly tied the wide gauze for the headband around her waist, and she looked very neat.

"I'll go too!" Wei Dong followed closely.

Weidong's rare bravery and generosity, he stared at Luo Ling on the side, and Luo Ling whispered: "I won't go anymore... I'm not used to corpses..."

Lu Heng said to Xi Shengnan: "Don't think too much, let's go to a few people to explore the wind."

Xi Shengnan was a little timid about going, so he nodded at this moment: "You pay attention to safety."

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran alternated their eyes, and went behind Wei Dong: "When did the courage be so fat? I dared to rush forward alone."

Weidong has indeed grown a lot now, and he seldom calls for help, "Ke Er, big brother". Seeing Luo Geng's "brother, brother-in-law" today reminds Weidong of himself.

"Charge forward alone?" Wei Dong pointed to Fang Fei who was walking ahead: "She is still quite courageous."

Ke Xun: "..."

Fang Fei walked in the forefront. The tunic cotton robe fits her well. Under candle light, the fabric of the cotton robe showed a matte alien pattern, with flowers and birds inside the round beads.

Weidong looked at the patterns on his clothes, and was similar to everyone else: "I think the birds on this look like crows."

"It's unlucky to touch the wood." Ke Xun was expressionless.

"Fuck, you Hao Wen'er upper body?" Wei Dong stopped talking as he said. Everyone has arrived on the second floor at this time. Someone in the crowd in front seems to be arguing loudly.

—— "It's him! It must be him! The Xiao family has always wanted to marry the Chu family, but now that hope is lost, he simply killed Xia Yu!" It seems that someone is identifying the murderer.

People's eyes were almost focused on the face of a red-faced young man. The young man's eyes flickered a few times, and then he defended himself: "Anyway, I didn't kill her. Even if the marriage fails, I don't need to kill."

Soon someone said: "You have said something like this, you said you can't get it, and others will never expect it! Many of us were present when you said this!"

"I..." The young man was speechless for a while.

The voices of these people were very loud, and Ke Xun could hear them clearly when standing outside the crowd.

Wei Dong couldn't help but whispered to Ke Xun: "Why is this plot so bloody? It's a bit like a dog blood drama written by a third-rate editor in the 00s..."

"Don't say that, Sheng Nan is a serious writer." Lu Heng standing aside suddenly said.

The information content of this sentence is not small. Ke Xun turned his face to look at Lu Heng, and Fang Fei, who was standing in front of a few people, also looked back: "You mean, what happened now is consistent with the plot in the book? "

Wei Dong also expressed surprise: "Have you read that book? Female novel?"

Fang Fei's eyes drifted from Wei Dong's face: Is this the point...

Lu Heng first responded to Wei Dong’s words: “Yes, I have read it. It was Sheng Nan’s debut work, which was published on the website of a Women’s Literature City. The audience was very general. It may be that the plot was not ups and downs enough, but it was written Real feelings..."

"My buddy said the key point." Wei Dong reminded.

Lu Heng cleared his throat with some embarrassment: "The heroine Xiayu, also surnamed Chu, had a marriage contract with the Xiao family. Later, the Xiao family declined, and the Chu family unilaterally terminated the marriage contract."

The young man identified by the crowd came from the Xiao family. Based on what people said, he had a marriage contract with the deceased Xiayu, and he once said in front of everyone the cruel words of "I ask you not, it is better to kill." Xiao Lang could hardly argue with the evidence.

Several people listened to Lu Heng's words and were quiet for a moment. Fang Fei looked at Ke Xun first: "I don't believe that this painting will still read our inner world like the last time."

Ke Xun thought for a while and asked Lu Heng: "Did Xi Shengnan know the photographer Bi Di before?"

"I don't think I know each other. Bi Di has passed away in the 1990s. Besides, the cities where these two people live are also far away, and it is unlikely that they will overlap." Lu Heng hesitated for a while, and added: "The only one The intersection is probably photography."

But why did the first clue given by the painting choose Xi Shengnan's novel? If Xi Shengnan has no special relationship with the painter, will the scene like today appear in every member in the future?

Ke Xun looked at Fang Fei: "I don't believe that this painting will go the same way as a painting, to dig deep into the inner information of each member."

Weidong saw the deceased’s flawless jade lying there through the shadows of the stream, covered with gray cloth, with dark red blood seeping from under the cloth, and the blood flow was like a gelled creek. Standing in one direction, as if intending to identify the murderer.

Wei Dong's heart trembled, and he got a little closer to Ke Xun before he was slightly at ease.

"I feel that this painting is only based on the novel written by Sister Xi, and a lot of changes have been made. Sister Xi just said that the heroine is not dead at all and has lived a happy life." Wei Dong said of himself "This story has developed to the present, it has little to do with that novel."

Lu Heng pursed his slightly thick lips. Under the candlelight, his facial features are closer to those of Southeast Asians: "This is Sheng Nan's first novel. She has revealed before that it is almost a semi-autobiographical novel. I heard that many writers’ first novels are somewhat autobiographical."

The flickering candlelight was as vague and ominous as what Lu Heng said--autobiography, isn't the deceased Xia Yu the incarnation of Xi Shengnan himself.

The candle flame jumped more and more fiercely, but the crowd suddenly calmed down. A gust of wind rushed towards their faces with aura, and someone was whispering: "Master Wu is here."