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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 17 Funeral 17┃ Analysis of Ke Xun."

weight="95730"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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After hearing Mu Yiran's words, everyone was in shock for a long time and couldn't recover.

Unexpectedly, these so-called "beautiful words" that have been chanted and praised in class since childhood have such a terrifying and cruel original meaning.

"No wonder you let me hide my head in my clothes last night..." Wei Dong murmured.

"Just like a crow can't tell whether a scarecrow is a dummy or a living person, I think that kind of ‘thing’ may not tell the difference between a hidden head and no head," Mu Yiran said lightly.

"So when the'thing' saw a headless'corpse' lying on the ground, it thought I was dead and would not come to chop my head again, and I escaped because of this." Wei Dong was stunned. Curious, "How can you be sure that this thing will not see through me as a headless man is fake?"

Mu Yiran continued faintly: "I'm not sure, just let you try it. If it doesn't work, you can only die."

Weidong: "..."

Ke Xun asked, "Didn't you just say that the original meaning of the word "Gu is to behead or beheaded? Last night, you only asked Dongzi to hide his head. What if that thing actually wanted to behead him?"

Mu Yiran faintly ×3: "Then blame him for bad luck and can only die."

Ke Xun Wei Dong: "..." Co-authored last night. The big guy was not sure at all.

The doctor said: "I think that after seeing a headless corpse on the ground, that thing will think that the person is dead, so it won’t be cut again, even if it originally wanted to cut it, but saw that there were already dead people on the ground. I won't cut it again."

Wei Dong opened his mouth: "How do you feel that this'thing' is a bit...mentally retarded?"

The doctor smiled: "Speaking of a little bit of superstition, the ghosts and gods realms are different from the human realms. Each has its own criteria and its own limitations."

"You even a doctor believes in ghosts and gods?" Wei Dong said.

"At this moment, I can't help but believe it." The doctor laughed at himself. "But if you want to listen to scientific explanations, it's not impossible. This is equivalent to two-dimensional creatures. Three-dimensional creatures cannot see the two-dimensional world. Creatures, creatures in the two-dimensional world can only feel the projection of the three-dimensional world."

"Is it really good for us to discuss scientific issues in a world of ghosts and gods?" Wei Dong scratched his head.

Ke Xun moved in his heart, and asked Mu Yiran: "Then what is the original meaning of the character'東'?"

Mu Yiran: "Hanging."

Ke Xun touched his neck, then pointed to Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin: "Where is the word'bad' on their banners?"

Mu Yiran's voice was a bit gloomy: "Torture of meat removal."

Ma Zhenhua and Zhang Maolin shuddered with fright, and almost sat on the ground again.

"How did you two hide away last night?" Ke Xun was curious.

The two of them shook their heads, speechless for a long time.

"Death is random," Mu Yiran said, "It doesn't necessarily mean that everyone will be in danger of death at the same time, otherwise, why give us a seven-day time limit, and the first night in the painting can wipe out our army."

Ke Xun stopped asking, but Wei Dong said happily, "Since we have cracked the death rule, we don't have to be afraid of that thing!"

Mu Yiran looked at him coldly: "Then we will face voting for someone to die every morning."

Wei Dong was speechless.

"In order not to be elected, let's try to find the seal." Ke Xun stretched out his arm to put Mu Yiran on Mu Yiran's shoulder. "Do you have any clues about where the seal will be, big man?"

Mu Yiran slapped his arm away: "I think we still have to start with the content of the painting."

The doctor said: "The three locust trees were not checked yesterday. Let's hurry up and continue."

Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun: "As for the grimace on the locust tree, it is only speculation at the moment. We should not be entangled in one place. I suggest that the soldiers be divided into three groups and continue to check the grimace on the tree all the way, and the other two to go to other villages. Look for clues somewhere."

Ke Xun: "Agree, I check the locust tree with the boss, and the rest of you go to the village."

Mu Yiran: "Ke Xun Wei Dong checks the locust tree, the others go to the village."

Ke Xun: "Listen to you."

Weidong: "..."

Everyone no longer wasted time, and immediately split up.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong came under the three locust trees and looked up at the grimace on the trunk. Against the backdrop of the gloomy gray sky, the thousands of grimace faces became more and more awkward, protruding from the dry and cracked trunk. , As if struggling to get out of the tree trunk.

Wei Dong shuddered: "Why do I think these faces are more prominent than yesterday?"

Ke Xun frowned, "Yes, the expressions on his face have become more realistic. I think that as the day goes by, these faces will become more prominent and more realistic, until..."

Wei Dong: "Fuck, shut up! You can look for it, I'll watch you."

Ke Xun: "Put Mao's whistle, let's do it together, hurry up."

Wei Dong couldn't help but carefully picked up a dead branch and poke it into Grimace's mouth one by one like yesterday.

"By the way, I ask you," Wei Dong had nothing to say, and boldly said to himself, "Why do you abstain when voting? I think Liu Yufei's words are quite a bit of hatred for the two of us. Abstention is equivalent to murder. The burden of being pushed on to others, it sounds a bit reasonable. This time, Liu Yufei said. If you are really alive tonight, I think if you vote tomorrow, if you think about it, you might be angry with us. both."

Ke Xun climbed on the tree and glanced down: "Because everyone knows that we are in the same group, and the two of us are mixed up with Mu Yiran. Mu Yiran, no one seems to be capable. Ten people mix with him, and nine people will listen to him. In the eyes of others, as long as we vote, the three of us will definitely vote for the same person, right?"

Wei Dong raised his head: "So what?"

Ke Xun's gaze flashed: "So for them, the three of us, this little gang, is a considerable threat. No matter who we choose, everyone will have three votes at once. Now the remaining eight people still show nothing. When there are fewer and fewer people behind, the weight of these three votes will be quite large."

Wei Dong looked cautious: "You mean..."

"When there are fewer people, our three votes are the largest proportion. It can be said that whoever will die. Everyone knows Mu Yiran's ability, and the worst plan is that our gang can be led by Mu Yiran Stay alive all the time, and other people die less and less. In case you encounter a voting situation later, it will only be other people who will be voted to death. Are you afraid of such a gang?"

Wei Dong was shocked: "Fear, quite afraid."

"In this case, the'others' will easily put the three of us on the opposing side." Ke Xun turned the dead branches in his hands, "For long-term considerations, we must never let the three of us live to the end, otherwise, The other people are all lambs to be slaughtered. Taking advantage of the number of people now, our three votes still do not account for a large proportion. It is better to destroy our gang first, kill one, and the remaining two will not become a climate. ."

Wei Dong: "Fuck!"

Ke Xun knocked on the trunk with dead branches: "At that time, both Liu Yufei and the pancake boss had voted for Mu Yiran. The best time to destroy our gang came.

"The remaining three people, even if only one person chooses Mu Yiran, even if the three of us vote for someone at the same time, someone can at least get the same number of votes as Mu Yiran, and this person still has the possibility of breaking through.

"And what if two of the remaining three choose Mu Yiran? Mu Yiran must be the one who died. From a proportional point of view, Mu Yiran suffers even more, which means that other people are more likely to survive.

"The reason for this consequence is that the three of us, this small group, put a lot of pressure on other people, and finally urged them to unite for themselves and attack the three of us.

"So I chose to abstain, knowing that you will also follow. In this way, their psychological pressure will be much less suddenly, and they will no longer regard us as a thorn in the eye.

"In addition, Mu Yiran has the ability. They also expect to be taken out of the painting by him. Under the premise that they can save their lives, they will not easily cast him to death.

"So choosing to abstain is to turn offense into defense, in order to save your life, right?"

Wei Dong was dumbfounded, his brain digested for a long time, and finally raised his neck: "...You have so many BBs, so you are so special to save Mu Yiran's life!"

Ke Xun: "Does protecting his life mean protecting ours?"

Wei Dong: "...Well, I pretend that what you said makes sense. By the way, Mu Yiran told everyone all the clues. In case he didn't find the seal today, he will vote again tomorrow, do you think he will be voted? Go out? After all, he has no use value anymore..."

Ke Xun shook his head, "Are you stupid? Why do you think he left us here and took others to the village to find clues?"

Wei Dong: "Why?"

"Of course it's to show those people that he should live to the last value." Ke Xun looked at the center of the village covered in gray mist.

After climbing back and forth in the tree for most of the morning, but still nothing, Ke Xun jumped down from the tree to rest, and sat under the tree with Wei Dong to ponder.

"I suspect that the seal will not be on these ghost faces." Ke Xun thought while saying, "These ghost faces are too obvious. According to usual thinking, everyone would suspect that the seal is hidden in such a strange place. This is followed by a vertical instruction. Does the card tell you where to go to the toilet?"

"This is reasonable," Wei Dong is weak, "Then where do you say the seal will be?"

Ke Xun glanced at him: "Aren't you an art artist? This is your profession. If you raise a dog for a thousand days and use a dog for a while, dare you give me some strength."

Wei Dong: "The art dog tells you that I learned design, not Chinese painting and oil painting!" He sighed, "What I learned is useless. After so many years of hard study and exams, I finally managed to get it out. I’m going to die in this shit painting inexplicably. All the sacrifices for life in the past have become a waste of work, and I feel that my life is full of irony and tragedy."

Ke Xun did not speak.

Wei Dong is different from him. He is alone. Although he is afraid of death, even if he really died unfortunately, he has nothing to worry about.

But Wei Dong still has his parents and relatives. Even if he doesn't point to his only child, he will be immersed in the endless pain of bereavement for the rest of his life.

No one to send a funeral or being sent to a funeral by a parent sounds pitiful.

"I remember the doctor said that everyone in this village was named Li, right?" Ke Xun said suddenly.

"Yeah, it's probably the same ancestor, maybe they haven't even appeared in the fifth suit." Wei Dong said.

"Then the intermarriage of the villagers in this village will become a close relative marriage?" Ke Xun said.

Wei Dong: "You guys worry about these things."

Ke Xun looked at him: "When close relatives get married, it is easy to give birth to deformed children."

Wei Dong: "Thank you for reminding me, I don't have a cousin."

Ke Xun: "The thing that crawled out of the coffin last night is deformed."

Wei Dong was surprised: "You mean-it may be the product of that family's close relatives' marriage?"

Ke Xun: "Although its deformity is a bit exaggerated, in the world of paintings, there is nothing surprising. Besides, art is exaggerated, right?"

Wei Dong nodded: "Yes, art works often use exaggerated methods to render pictures or highlight themes."

Ke Xun touched his chin and thought: "The protagonist of this funeral is a deformity. What kind of theme does this painting want to express? I think the author's thinking is very strange."

Wei Dong asked: "Who is the author of this painting?"

Ke Xun thought for a while: "Mu Yiran said it was called... Fuck!"

Wei Dong: "Huh?"

Ke Xun turned his face to look at him: "This painter is also named Li."