Chapter 5 Funeral 05┃ “Funeral”.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 5 Funeral 05┃ Funeral."

weight="95718"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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Darkness and silence always make people feel uneasy.

Ke Xun was worried about Wei Dong. After thinking about it, he asked Mu Yiran next to him: "If I go to the wood house now, will there be anything wrong?"

It took a moment for Mu Yiran's voice to sound: "I'm not sure if there is anything. I only know that the last person who ran around at night died so that only one Tian Ling Gai was left."

"..." Ke Xun leaned back on the sack, but didn't want to remain silent as before-it felt like waiting for death, so if you don't die in silence, talk about death in silence: "Remember you Say this is the third painting you entered. How did you find the signature or seal for the first two paintings, can you tell me?"

"Not interested." Mu Yiran gave no face.

"...You are too incapable of teamwork," Ke Xun said. "If you have one more helper, you will have more hope. You won't be willing to let me hold you back."

After a while, Mu Yiran said again: "There is no pattern, and it is useless to say."

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly felt a warmth in my ears. The boy next to me didn’t realize that they were strangers to each other. He came over naturally, lowered his voice in his ears, and asked seriously: "Then you think this painting is a seal. Where is the seal meeting? Any ideas?"

Mu Yiran frowned, and he had never seen such a familiar person.

Sit up and return to him coldly: "If you can keep quiet, you might have ideas soon."

"Then I will ask one last question," the kid is obviously cheeky, "If we stay in this room all night and don't go out, is there really no danger?"

Mu Yiran was silent for a while, seeing the kid honestly waiting for his answer, and finally spoke: "It doesn't have to be. It is necessary to contact the content of the painting and the current situation. Generally speaking, the most dangerous place is the whole situation. Key points. Just like a painting, there are places that focus on performance, and there are also secondary places that serve as background or highlight the key points. If you and I happen to be in the most important place in the painting, then probably, tonight will There is death."

It took a while before Ke Xun's voice sounded: "I think, just look at it right now. The point should not be our granary. The discerning person sees that... the mourning hall."

Mu Yiran's voice is gentle: "From the perspective of people's inertial thinking, most people think that the mourning hall is the focal point of the entire courtyard. But if you look at the picture displayed in the entire painting, perhaps the mourning hall may not be the most prominent place. A painting that allows people to see the meaning of the painting at a glance can only be regarded as a "good painting", but it is not necessarily a masterpiece."

"So what you mean is that even if the mourning hall is the focus from the painting, the real intention of the painting does not necessarily lie in the mourning hall. It may be the three old locust trees next to the courtyard, or it may be That old man’s house, or maybe our granary," Ke Xun thoughtfully, "the real point is to guess based on the intention of the painting, right?"

Mu Yiran let out a "huh".

"By the way, what is this picture?" Ke Xun asked.

"You didn't watch it before you came in?" Mu Yiran asked rhetorically.

"I was frightened at that time. I can take a look at it. Even when I saw it, I was scared to forget it," Ke Xun said, "I remember it was dark and there was something gray and white in between."

Mu Yiran was silent again. Ke Xun felt that this guy probably despised him in his heart again. After a while, he listened to him: "The name of this painting is called "The White Things" and it was made by a painter named Li Jinghao. This painter prefers humanities. Genre painting, I have traveled around since I was young, using brushes to record different folk customs in different places. This painting is one of them. It is a picture of a remote mountain village doing funerals. The whole painting has a gloomy tone, strong tension and expressiveness. It's..."

Speaking of this, it stopped abruptly. Ke Xun was about to ask, he felt a hand quickly covering his mouth, his palm was dry and slightly cool, and there was a little soap scent.

Ke Xun originally wanted to hide reflexively, but when he reacted, he turned his mind and immediately gave up, leaving him to hold his head motionless.

The room fell into the audible silence of needle dropping again. Perhaps in the dark, people's five senses would be more acute than usual. Ke Xun vaguely heard a few unusual noises, which came from the courtyard outside the house.

Hold your breath and listen carefully, the voice is more vivid, clicking and peeling, like...paper is ringing.

Ke Xun remembered the paper money and paper ingots hanging outside the main hall.

With such a loud noise, could it be a strong wind blowing outside?

No, that's not right, the voice is moving.

Without rushing, without concealing, little by little, with a rustling paper sound, he approached the granary.

It feels like someone is holding a large piece of crusty paper and dragging it sloppy on the ground.

It's also like someone wearing paper clothes, rubbing their limbs and torso, and walking slowly.

——Paper clothes? ! Paper-paper people? !

Ke Xun was startled, thinking of the pair of colored paper virgins outside the mourning hall.

Someone is moving them?

The firewood room where Wei Dong is located is facing the mourning hall!

Ke Xun grabbed Mu Yiran's hand and wanted to get up. Suddenly Mu Yiran stretched out his hand and clamped an arm. He was about to break free. However, he didn't know how he was twisted and twisted, so he could not move. Lean forward and press there.

"Looking for death." Mu Yiran's voice rang in her ears, with a bit of chill.

"I..." Ke Xun was about to speak, but a hard knee was stretched over and pressed against his throat, so that he almost choked and couldn't utter a word.

Damn, I'm still a practicing family.

The person who knows current affairs is Junji. Ke Xun stopped struggling, and honestly made people press against him.

The noise outside the house got closer, and Xixicha came to the window of his own house, and then the sound suddenly stopped, and there was no more movement.

Ke Xun subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the window. The window sashes were made of wooden boards and were impervious to light. The room was dark, and it was late at night outside the room, without light. Naturally, he should be out of sight when looking over it.

An eye suddenly appeared at the position of the window sash, as if a crack had been cracked in the darkness, and this eye peeked into the room from this crack.

This is not the eye of a living person, or rather the eye of a real person.

It was drawn on paper, with black lines on white paper, and a very simple eye, with an apricot-shaped eye contour, black pupils, and a thin, curved eyebrow above the eye.

Ke Xun was fortunate that Mu Yiran's knees were still being pushed against his throat, otherwise he was so scared that he was not trying to blurt out.

He didn't know how he could see this eye clearly in such a dark room, there was no light source inside or outside, but this eye was so clearly and distinctly embedded in the gap of the window sash, at this moment Just there looking at him motionless.

A drop of cold sweat slid down the forehead, Ke Xun held his breath.

This eye is looking at him, and the paper man outside is looking at him.

Mu Yiran behind him didn't make any movements either. The two people and the paper figure outside the house just stayed in place, falling into a strange stalemate.

This stalemate lasted for an unknown amount of time. The time may be long or short. Just when Ke Xun felt that his mind was about to be numb, the paper man’s eyes suddenly disappeared, and the picture before him fell into infinity again In the dark.

Ke Xun was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that a finger was suddenly inserted in the place where the paper man’s eyes disappeared. His skin was pale and black and his nails were black, scratching the wooden window with thorns. Then he looked at the strange finger shape. It's very square and flat-it's a papery finger!

Damn it-Ke Xun screamed in surprise, when did a piece of paper become so rampant? !

Before finishing a thought, that finger suddenly began to force, scratching the window panel vigorously, making a harsh sound. The old wooden board "clicks" and it seems to be about to crack under the scratch.

-It wants to come in! Ke Xun realized this possibility and began to struggle—can't let it in, stop it!

Unexpectedly, Mu Yiran clamped his hands even harder, even if Ke Xun was already strong, it was completely useless under Mu Yiran's hands.

Just about to use his whole body strength to break free, suddenly Mu Yiran pressed down and said in a very low voice in his ear: "Don't move! You can't stop it."

... Then you can't just wait for death like this. Ke Xun twisted his neck to make Mu Yiran look at his disapproval, but before he turned his head, Mu Yiran's second sentence was sent into his ears: "Listen, once it comes in, never If it’s close, just hold your breath, unless you want to die."

Ke Xun gave up struggling. Mu Yiran has two more painting experience than him. Of course, the higher force value is also one of the important factors. He is still restrained by him at the moment. No more.

Ke Xun tilted his head and simply rested on Mu Yiran's knee next to him.

Mu Yiran: "..."

In the dark, the sound of scraping the wooden window panels continued to sound, and the sound of the sharp paper edge rubbing against the blunt wood made people hear sore teeth and goose bumps.

Zhengqiang tolerated himself, and the seconds were like the middle of the year. He suddenly heard a rustle behind him, followed by a heavy bang—the sacks piled in the corner were probably because the two people were sitting loose just now. , Actually rolled to the ground at this time.

After the loud sound, there was a dead silence inside and outside the house. Ke Xun raised his eyes and saw that the finger in the window sash was retracted. The next second, the whole window sash was suddenly slammed, and the sound was shocked, like a hundred times. Jin's big man was throwing a big fist against the window panel.

——BOSS has gone away! The first thought in Ke Xun's mind was these words. He looked up and wanted to ask Mu Yiran what to do. He only felt that he had relaxed his grip on himself, and his voice came again in a low voice: "Remember what I just said, do not move."

Don't move, isn't this just waiting for death? Ke Xun hesitated for a moment, and finally fell back-lying back on Mu Yiran's lap again.

Just believe him once, and give him the order first.

Mu Yiran's body became unnoticeably stiff, and he stretched out his hand to push Ke Xun away in the air, and then slowly retracted it after a while.

The dilapidated wooden window panels finally couldn't help the impact of that force, and flew away with a "clam".

Ke Xun remembered Mu Yiran's words, but didn't dare to move, so he could only roll his eyelids and look up.

At the window, the virgin statue formed by the paper man stood there quietly, with bright facial features with a lifeless smile, staring at the two people in the room with a lifeless smile.