Paintings of Terror

"God, brother-in-law, are you saying this dog is my heart spring?" Luo Ge was about to jump onto Ke Xun now. Mu Yiran cleared his throat and politely pulled him away: "Otherwise, your body feels. Where is the car now?"

Luo Ling calmed down a bit and looked down at the white dog. The other party was staring at him with a pair of pitiful canine eyes. Luo Ling stared at him for a while: "Yes, she is Xinchun. ."

Everyone: "..."

"Come on, Xinchun, come to Dad." Luo Ling's attitude took a 180-degree turn. This white dog is not too big and can be easily picked up by Luo Ling, "It's really her! There are still plates on it! It is the platinum diamond plate I hung on the somatosensory car!"

"..."

"I think we need to check the items we brought." Shao Ling opened his backpack, which has now become a large coarse cloth chain. "The flashlight has become a few large candles, and the food has become Dry noodles, compass... The compass is gone, I clearly remembered it in the bag."

"I also have a compass on my watch." Fang Fei looked at the watch on her wrist, and she didn't know when it had become an alternative clay bracelet.

"My Casio has become a broken hemp rope." Luo Ling held Xinchun and wanted to cry without tears.

Among the newcomers, only Mai Peng wore a watch, but at this time it was completely different. He looked at his partner Xi Shengnan: "Didn't you bring a set of knives?"

Xi Shengnan opened her garment: "Although the box has changed, the contents should still be there," she said as she opened the wooden box in her hand, "There is still my name on this box. Chinese characters are also used."

Mai Peng seemed to be more concerned about the knives in the box, and he stretched his head to look: "There are several commonly used knives. Although they have changed in appearance, they do not affect the use. Some tools seem to have become completely unrecognizable... But, is it right? How many things are missing?"

Xi Shengnan nodded: "Maybe it is something that the world can't recognize. A new type of knife is missing, and another kind of scraper is missing."

"I just want to ask, what are you doing with so many knives when you come to see the photo exhibition?" Wei Dong couldn't help but interject.

Xi Shengnan explained: "We have been out this trip for more than two months, and we mainly used to collect scenery and photography along the way. Sometimes we need to stay in some places for a few days in order to capture a shot. Last month, we camped in the wild for nearly a week. These standing knives are naturally indispensable for living outside. ——I brought a set of ceramic knives with me. I forgot to take it out when I came to the museum. I didn't expect to pass the security inspection. It seems that the museum's security inspection equipment should be repaired. "

It is incredible to bring the knife into the painting, which can not help but reminds of the power in the dark, as if the mysterious power that is playing with the painting.

"Unexpectedly, you still have wild survival skills!" Luo Yu couldn't help but praise.

Several old members didn't realize that they looked at the newcomers with admiration. Originally, they thought these people were limited to the level of photography enthusiasts shooting street scenes. Unexpectedly, they were already more mature photographers with some experience in outdoor survival.

Weidong: The scraper I just mentioned was probably used for scraping fish scales after catching fish...

"Have all your cameras changed? Can you still take pictures normally?" Mu Yiran asked several newcomers.

The newcomers each took out their own cameras, and Xi Shengnan shook his head: "I have become a novice domestic camera in the 1980s and 1990s."

Similar changes have taken place in the cameras of several other people. The cameras are very old-fashioned and contain old-fashioned film.

"Try to take a picture?" Mu Yiran looked at Mai Peng, who had already used the skillful technique to hold the camera in his hand.

Mai Peng looked at everyone from the camera's viewfinder, and pulled the film with a click: "I have played with an old camera, and this camera is fine for taking pictures."

Mai Peng's camera lens swept around, and suddenly stopped at the deep stairs. Mai Peng's eyes left the camera, staring at a certain point in the dark with some doubts.

This move reminds the old members of the experience of the painting "Human Studies". Some things that are invisible to the naked eye are often displayed on the phone screen.

Qin Ci couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Any problem?"

Mai Peng's expression remained calm: "The place in front is too dark. I am wondering whether it is appropriate to take a picture of that place-if it is taken, the flash must be turned on."

This question was not answered immediately. The surrounding light seemed to be slightly brighter than just now, but it was still with the faint brightness of a night light, and everyone could not see the full picture of the location.

"Something is abnormal, the speed of daybreak is too slow." Shao Ling couldn't help but said, "I suspect this may not be the sky light, we may be in a sealed room, the lights may be lights or other lights."

Mai Peng is still holding the camera, his eyes looking at the world through the viewfinder.

The other newcomers didn't have the courage to hold up their cameras, as if they were afraid of seeing things they shouldn't see in the viewfinder.

"You don't have to think about the surrounding environment too much," Mu Yiran stared at Mai Peng for a long time before saying: "Just shoot according to his usual photography habits."

As soon as Mu Yiran's voice fell, Mai Peng pressed the shutter, and the flash in the dark looked like a sharp white flash, shining everyone as pale as a stone statue.

The flash did not make everyone see the surroundings clearly, but the sudden violent bright light made the eyes temporarily blind.

Mai Peng no longer held the camera, but let it hang on his chest, staring probingly at the stairs at the end of the corridor, and moved two steps in that direction.

Zhu Haowen stopped him at the right time: "What did you see?"

Mai Peng glanced at the expressionless man in front of him, then looked down at his camera: "The camera settings of the photo I just kept kept the large depth of field as far as possible. When I pressed the shutter, I seemed to see a People walking up the stairs."

Everyone is subconsciously approaching their companions. This is an instinctive sense of self-protection. Cao Youning's breathing is particularly heavy in the dark: "I can't take it anymore. Are we going to stay trapped in this small wooden building? Already? It's been several hours, and it's still dark! Shall we just wait?"

Cao Youning's sweat dripped on the floor, and there were people's vague shadows on the floor, which made people feel scared and at ease. At least those with shadows are people.

Mu Yiran did not gather everyone, but stayed at the place closest to the stairs, seeming to be listening to something in his ears.

Ke Xun walked over gently and said in a very low voice: "It seems that someone is really upstairs."

Mu Yiran stopped Ke Xun from probing forward: "Don't just step into the unknown darkness."

Ke Xun did not speak: I just want to advance and retreat with you.

Mu Yiran did not speak any more, and squeezed Ke Xun's hand in the darkness.

Just when the newcomers were about to collapse, a warm light lit up the corridor, and accompanied by this warm light was a steady sound of footsteps.

Everyone was silent, but their eyes were fixed on the direction of the light, really slowly moving up from the stairs.

The light gradually brightened, the orange-yellow color made people feel warm, and the whole world gradually appeared in front of everyone: this is a very huge wooden building, bigger than the pig cage in "Kung Fu", and larger than The soup house in "Spirited Away" is bigger than the Huanji Building of "Big Fish and Begonia", so big it looks like a small society.

The lanterns are lit up floor by floor, and you can see the huge patio surrounded by this circle of corridors, and there is an adjacent patio in front of it, which complements the lights here. The patios are connected on all sides, like a city, and a country.

A lighter wearing an old cotton robe walked up to this floor, nodded slightly at a few people, and lit the lanterns on this floor with a long stick-shaped lighting tool.

"How many of you got up so early?" The lighter's voice was polite and gentle, "Did you hear the movement downstairs?"

The newcomers stared at this extremely real NPC, and did not dare to look directly at it for a while, only observing each other secretly in the candlelight.

The lighter didn't take it seriously, and concentrated on lighting up a few lanterns around everyone: "Many people are going down to watch the fun."

Qin Ci asked, "What happened downstairs?"

"Xia Yu is dead." The lamplighter's expression was a bit pitiful.

Xi Shengnan frowned slightly when he heard the words, and everyone remained silent, not knowing what kind of plot would be about to unfold.

The lamplighter sighed, "I don't know who she offended. She was killed last night."

Everyone has a lot of questions to ask, but for a while, I don’t know where to start: What is this wooden building? Who are the people living here? Who is the dead jade? Does this matter have anything to do with our finding a signature? ...

Mu Yiran squinted downstairs: "Let's go down and take a look."

Hearing this, the lamplighter stood sideways to the top of the stairs with the lantern in his hand, and then said something that surprised everyone: "It's okay to go and see, Master Mu, you slow down, there is a step below It's not very stable anymore."

Hearing the NPC calling his surname directly, Mu Yiran couldn't maintain his usual calmness. He looked at the lamplighter a little probingly, and finally nodded politely: "Thank you for reminding."

Everyone followed Mu Yiran towards the direction of the stairs. When Luo Ge passed by the lighter, he suddenly heard the other person say: "Luo Ye, what is Xinchun eating today? Or is it meat porridge?"

Luo Yu was stunned, and opened his mouth for a long time before saying, "Yes, it's all right."

Everyone walked down the stairs stiffly. The NPC knew the last names of several people, which was unique in previous paintings.

Although the previous NPCs were all weird, whether they were machines like repeaters, or real like people around them, or so strange that they could only hear their voices and not see them, these NPCs never knew or asked the members' true origins. , Maybe for them, these people are outsiders, and this alone is enough.

"I just wanted to ask the person who lights the lantern, what exactly are our settings in this world? I think this is like an ancient game. We have our own identities in this, and there should be differences. The person is set up." Lu Heng said with everyone as he went downstairs.

"It's best not to talk too much at this time. The old members have more experience than us, and they probably have their own ideas." Xi Shengnan's words still have some weight in the new members, and Lu Heng quickly shut up.

The task of explanation fell on Qin Ci again. Qin Ci slowed down and walked between several newcomers: "As for the fact that NPCs can call out our surnames, it has never happened in previous paintings. Yes, we have not yet figured out the laws of this world. It is best not to act rashly. Perhaps the world is still asleep, and one of our words may wake them up."