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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 26 Belief 04┃ Bend people's intuition."

weight="95739"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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For the glasses girl, Mu Yiran, Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Qin Ci did not object.

Qin Ci nodded slightly at the glasses girl, with a warm but calm voice: "Yes, but there are some things I have to say ahead. Even those of us who have been in painting before can not guarantee that we will live today. Late. I hope you know that the power in this painting is not something we can fight against if we are courageous. Most of the time, we want to survive because of luck. The role of those of us is to tell our previous experience at best. You, want us to protect you, this is probably difficult for others."

The glasses girl trembling and busy said: "Even so, thank you!"

Qin Ci looked at the newcomers: "Then who do you want to follow?"

Ma Zhenhua broke in and shouted, "I—even if I’m not a newcomer! I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything. I have children in my family. I don’t want to die. I want to follow him——" Mu Yiran.

"Why are you so selfish!" The young man among the newcomers stopped doing it and yelled and grabbed Ma Zhenhua's front. "I still have parents in my house! Who wants to die?! Selfish like you The people who are not in a good end, you know!"

Wei Dong couldn’t understand Ma Zhenhua either. Ke Xun told him what he did to Zhang Maolin, the owner of the private company when he left the previous painting, so he also interjected: New, Comrade Ma, you are still a minority and obey the majority."

After speaking, she turned her head and looked at the long-haired beauty: "Sister, who do you want to talk to? I've also been painting, and I have escaped several times."

Ke Xun: "..."

The long-haired beauty looked at everyone's faces in a panic and helplessly. She stretched out her hand and pointed at Mu Yiran: "I, I choose him."

Ke Xun: "..."

Weidong: "..."

Qin Ci asked the glasses girl next to her: "How about you?"

The glasses girl's eyes swept a few times on everyone's faces, and she pointed to Ke Xun: "I want to choose him."

Wei Dong: "..." Is this a fucking choice for security or a boyfriend?

Ke Xun looked at the glasses girl: "Get to know me first, my name is Ke Xun, next to my buddy. What about you girl?"

The girl in glasses replied: "My name is Sha Liu, and she and I are classmates." She pointed to the beautiful woman with long hair.

Ke Xun glanced at the long-haired beauty: "Oh, then she is called Shuosuoshu?"

Everyone: "..."

The long-haired beauty turned pale and angry: "My name is Zi Ling!"

Ke Xun put his hands in his arms, and his head tilted towards Mu Yiran: "Ziling? What a pity, he is not called Fei Yunfan."

Everyone: "..."

Qin Ci asked the rest: "How do you choose?"

Zhou Bin frowned, "You are all men, so you can't let my girlfriend live in a tent with you."

The young man just said, "Then you two should have a tent by yourself. Anyway, they are not enough experienced people."

"Why, it's unfair," Zhou Bin quit, "then we two are very dangerous!"

"Everything is urgent," Qin Ci said. "If you don't worry, you can only have a tent for the two of you."

Zhou Bin thought for a while, pointed to Qin Ci, and said to his girlfriend, "You can have a tent with him." Then he pointed to Wei Dong, "I have a tent with you."

The young man shouted, "Why do you want to choose whoever is? I don't want to be a tent with this person!" Pointing to Ma Zhenhua.

The remaining family of three was silent and anxious.

A group of people became a mess.

Wei Dong quietly tugged Ke Xun here: "You just acted like a jealous little bitch."

"Less nonsense, be more competitive," Ke Xun said, "Human Shusuo Trees don't even look at you. Don't tell others that you were raised by me in the future."

"Speaking as if the shepherd loves to look at you." Wei Dong said.

The two of them were talking here, but there was already a result over there.

In view of Ma Zhenhua's strong belief that even those who have been in painting, do not necessarily have better adaptability and resilience than the newcomers, and in view of the fact that no one wants to be the one who can only be left out, and the young man —— Tan Zheng said that if the old brings the new, the surplus can only be the newcomer, which is not fair to the newcomer. Therefore, for the sake of fairness, everyone decided to draw lots regardless of the old and the new. .

The glasses girl took the paper and pen and made two sets of lottery numbers from 1 to 6. People who draw the same number share a tent, and those who draw the number 0 draw their own tent.

After the paper sign was folded, Ke Xun didn’t rush to take it. Seeing Mu Yiran finished unfolding it, he leaned over to look at the number on him. When he saw it was 3, he turned it back and carefully stared at the remaining folded paper sign. After a few glances, he took one intuitively, opened it, and looked up at Mu Yiran regretfully.

Mu Yiran glanced at him, did not speak, and waited for everyone to draw the paper lottery and show them together. Seeing Ke Xun's paper-suddenly a 3 was written.

Mu Yiran: "..."

Ke Xun smiled at him, the corners of his eyes and the ends of his eyes curled clearly, and Mu Yiran remembered the eyes on his previous V letter portrait.

That eye comes from a photo taken during Ke Xun's middle school. Mu Yiran saw this one in the closet at his home. Out of professional habit, he always observes art works or pictures carefully and has a good memory. .

I remember the teenager in the photo, wearing a sky blue and white school uniform, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his trouser legs rolled up, revealing a slender calf, and his feet wearing white sneakers, filled with unlimited youthful vitality, in the ginkgo leaves In the diffuse autumn light, he leaped high, his hair was flying, his smile was bright, and his teeth were neatly white.

The eyes on the smiling face are like this.

Eyelids thin as sunlight, slender and clear eyeliner, clean and concise shape, clear boundaries between black and white, clear and pure eyes.

This person's eyes have not changed since he was a teenager.

Mu Yiran looked away and heard someone wailing, followed by angry curses.

It was Tan Zheng, who got a note with number 0 written on it.

"I don't want to die—please—Brother Mu, I want to have a tent with you—" Ma Zhenhua was also not satisfied with the companion she had drawn, rushing over and kneeling in front of Mu Yiran, dragging him tightly. The robe on her body, "Please, please join me, I don't want to die, there are children in my family—"

Everyone watched him behave like this, no one said anything.

Condescendingly, Mu Yiran looked down at Ma Zhenhua, who was crying with snot and tears, and said faintly: "Ma Zhenhua, no one wants to die. I'm sorry to say that for your own safety, your family background , I asked someone to inquire about it.

"You did marry, and you did have a child, but when you divorced, the court sentenced your child to your ex-wife. So in fact, since the divorce, you have never raised your child. Not only did the child fail to pay support, he refused to even see the child.

"The old people above you have passed away five years ago. In the past few years, you have been living alone and have an improper relationship with a married female colleague in your unit."

Ma Zhenhua was dumbfounded on the spot.

Mu Yiran emerged from his tugging, and finally said to him indifferently: "In the world of paintings, if you want to live to the end, it is more about luck. Good luck."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the tent not far away.

Everyone also walked toward the tent in groups, and no one paid any attention to Ma Zhenhua who was lying on the ground.

Wei Dong was drawn by Zhou Bin’s girlfriend, Zhao Dan, which made him feel a little embarrassed, so he whispered to Ke Xun, “I think even if I can survive tonight, tomorrow I will have to be tricked by Zhou Bin. dead."

"Why don't you change with him." Ke Xun said.

Zhou Bin won the glasses girl Sha Liu.

"Forget it, if he doesn't mention it, I won't be troublesome," Wei Dong said. "If I change it, everyone is afraid to change it. Everyone wants to sleep with the boss."

Ke Xun: "Please pay attention to the words."

Wei Dong glanced at Mu Yiran who was walking in front, and then at Ke Xun: "Say, what did you move, how can you be so coincidental with others?"

Ke Xun: "I didn't tell you earlier, my instincts are always accurate, and I draw a lot of instincts."

Wei Dong: "Fuck, why didn't you buy lottery tickets if you knew you were so accurate?!"

Ke Xun: "I am not short of money. Moreover, I feel that this kind of thing is the same as luck. It is easy to overdraft if you use too much and too frequently. You still have to save it so that it will not be used up at a critical time."

Wei Dong: "Okay, after hearing your first sentence, I won't bother to care about you. See you in debt."

Ke Xun: "Be careful at night. If you really can't, you should cover your head and hide it where it is not easy to be seen by those things."

Wei Dong: "I see, although I think this time and last time may not be the same style of death..."

Ke Xun: "Dongzi."

Wei Dong: "Yeah."

Ke Xun: "See you tomorrow."

Wei Dong: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Watching Wei Dong enter one of the tents, Ke Xun walked towards the tent Mu Yiran entered. The distance between these tents was not too close, and the farthest one was even 100 meters away.

I opened the tent and stepped in. Seeing that these tents were indeed not big, they could barely lie down side by side with two people, covered with shabby felt blankets, nothing else.

Mu Yiran sat cross-legged on the felt blanket, with his eyelids down as if thinking.

Ke Xun sat down opposite him, did not disturb him, only put his elbow on his knee, and looked at him with his cheeks supported.

Not long after watching, Mu Yiran finally raised his eyelids and stared at him coldly.

Ke Xun asked him calmly: "This time there is no banner with words written on it. What kind of death do you think we will encounter?"

Mu Yiran's eyes drooped slightly and his tone was cold: "No rules are more terrible than rules."

Ke Xun nodded: "That's right. I think the clothes we wear are similar. At least from the outside, everyone should be the same. Does this mean that the goal and method of death this time are very different. May be random?"

"It's too early to judge." Mu Yiran said, "This time is not like the last time. We don't have any clues at hand."

Ke Xun asked: "What is this picture? I tried to see clearly before entering the painting, but I didn't see anything clearly, and I didn't have time to see the name of the painting and the author."

Mu Yiran glanced toward the top of the tent and saw the colorful and intricate patterns painted on it, but it seemed to be old, faded and dirty, and it is no longer possible to identify the texture of the painting: "The name of this painting is called "Faith "The author is called Qiu Jian, a religious art painter."

"What kind of sect is he from?" Ke Xun asked.

"He studied various sects and had a strong interest and enthusiasm for religious art," said Mu Yiran. "A few years before his death, he was crazy about a sect culture and became a devout believer of that sect. In the years since then until his death, all of his works reflect the cultural characteristics of the sect. The painting we are in is one of them, and it is also his last work before his death. "

Ke Xun looked at the robe he was wearing, and had some guesses, but he still asked, "What is this sect?"