Chapter 108 Human Studies 07┃ Ke Xun’s potential.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 108 Human Studies 07┃ Ke Xun's potential."

weight="95821"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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"Men and women, old and young." Mu Yiran said quietly, "It's no different from the people above, just standing still without any hint."

Zhu Haowen stopped speaking.

"But this may prove that the research in this research institute is related to people." Ke Xun remembered that before entering the gate of the institute, the window he saw was a phantom figure. The one seemed to shout "Don't come in." "The mouth of the black hole is just like the other figures seen through the camera in this building.

"If you are studying people," Zhu Haowen said, "The equipment in laboratory A and laboratory B seems to be too few, especially in laboratory B, and I have paid special attention to it. There is no blood or blood stains in the laboratory. Remains of human body and external tissues, of course, except for the words that seem to be written in blood on the wall."

Speaking of bloodstains and human tissues, Wei Dong couldn’t help but shudder: “So, there are instruments and equipment in laboratory C and D. What kind of abnormal human experiments are being conducted? For example, the parts of four people are separated and composed. A new person like this..."

"I hope not." Zhu Haowen said.

"What is the purpose of the author for painting this picture?" Ke Xun said, "A dark style? Like some dark comics, it attracts people with the gimmick of hunting blood and violence."

"If that's the case," Zhu Haowen said, "then this painting obviously doesn't have a major theme."

"So for paintings without a theme, where will the artist sign the signature?" Wei Dong scratched his head. "Usually, it will be in the lower left corner, lower right corner of the painting, or in the blank space next to the central scene or figure."

"The lower left corner, the lower right corner, isn't that equivalent to the location of the basement." Ke Xun said.

"After talking for a long time, it means not saying it," Wei Dong muttered, "There are two laboratories in the lower left corner and the lower right corner, and I didn't rule out any of the four laboratories.

"And this is just a guess," Ke Xun said. "We don't know what the meaning of this painting is. We don't know whether the signature is also guessed at the left and right corners. I think this is similar to some previous ones. It's the same as painting, only after the first night can we get more clues."

Thinking of the unknown horror that was about to come, several people didn't say anything for a while.

The passage of time seemed fast and slow in the darkness, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of footsteps in the silence.

It was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor and causing an empty reverberation. It came from outside the experimental area, slowly descending from the stairs, and then back along the corridor, walking towards this side unhurriedly.

There were more than one sound of soles treading on the ground, but one after another, quickly and slowly several times.

They walked over, and then made the sound of opening the door of the laboratory one after another, accompanied by the sound of pushing the door and closing the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually decreased until the last few footsteps stopped at the door-to-door test room A. And outside the door of the B area test room.

The four people sitting against the wall instantly held their breath.

The "people" from outside want to come in?

After coming in, will everyone die?

This is a situation that has never been encountered in the previous paintings-listening to the sound of footsteps just now, it seems that all the rooms have entered "people"!

"Painting" will never let those who enter the painting be destroyed in one fell swoop, as long as it is not the seventh day, it will not kill everyone overnight.

So what is the situation like this now?

Ke Xun's left arm was held tightly by Wei Dong beside him, and his strength was about to break him. Ke Xun did not move. If this could give Wei Dong a sense of security.

Hearing the sound of the card machine at the door, Mu Yiran suddenly said in a low voice: "No matter what happens, don't make a noise."

The other three people didn't make a sound, but he knew they were listening and staring in the direction of the door in the dark void, he felt his hands suddenly warmed and he was held by Ke Xun's hand beside him.

Mu Yiran was about to break free, but he heard the door of the laboratory being pushed open, two footsteps came in, and closed the door of the laboratory again.

Mu Yiran didn't move any more, and could only let Ke Xun hold his hand. A steady stream of heat came from his palm, dry, warm, and full of strength.

Mu Yiran pursed his lips, raised his chin slightly in the darkness, and looked in a direction of nothingness above.

After those few footsteps entered the door, they did not turn on the light, and walked around in the dark, calm and generous, familiar with the door, as if they were doing their daily work, so that they created a kind of self for the four people on the wall. Blind, and these "people" are actually in the illusion of sunny high-rise offices.

The footsteps were still moving, and there were a few whispers in between. Ke Xun tried to listen carefully, but he was in the same room, but he couldn't hear a word at such a close distance.

Then, the noises in the dark space began to increase. There was the sound of metal utensils rubbing and colliding, the small iron cages trembling and groaning, there was the sound of flipping through the paper, and some squeaking, like small animals. Tweet.

As if in this invisible darkness, a normal experiment is being carried out.

The four people leaning on the wall were motionless, trying to keep their breathing as light as possible, and trying to identify the movement in the dark and the trajectory of "their" behavior.

Like this, maybe half an hour passed, maybe an hour passed, at the moment when midnight fell, in the dark and void experimental area, there was a sudden sound of baby laughter.

Giggle.

Ke Xun noticed Wei Dong shivering.

Giggle.

There was another sound.

In this situation, the innocent and cheerful laughter of the little baby sounds creepy.

Ke Xun felt a chill rise from the tail vertebrae, and Mao Cencen climbed up the spine, as if a baby's hand was gently stroking the skin.

He thought he might also shiver, because Mu Yiran was forced to shook hands with him, using a little bit of strength.

Ke Xun closed his fingers and held him tighter.

Born to death side by side so many times, fear, in fact, has gradually become numb. Life and death are becoming more and more common. Sometimes Ke Xun even feels that the calm waiting for death with the person next to him is more meaningful, and Worth the aftertaste.

The sound of footsteps stomped towards the laughing baby, and all kinds of fine sounds continued to be heard. Until a voice said something, everything stopped.

This voice is a bit dull and ambiguous, so that it is clearly pressed on top of other voices, and it is still unable to distinguish what it is saying. It is neither like a dialect nor a foreign language. If you have to give a definition, it is more like... another The language of the world.

Without waiting for the four people on the wall to analyze what kind of language it was, they heard a sharp metal percussion in the dark. The sound was extremely unpleasant. It was not as crisp as any metal, but rather chaotic, like It was scraped like crazy with a broken gong.

This harsh sound instantly filled the entire laboratory, piercing people’s ear drums overwhelmingly in all directions, stunned people, impetuous, and writhing inwardly. The sound was even without interruptions and gaps in the middle, and it continued to ring. , People can't get a second buffer, and the whole head seems to be about to burst into pieces.

Wei Dong was unbearable. He loosened his arms around Ke Xun and desperately covered his ears. The other three actually did the same thing. Zhu Haowen even covered his ears and clamped his head between his knees.

To no avail.

No matter it’s the hands or the knees, everything that covers the ears seems to be non-existent, completely unable to block the intrusion of a trace of sound. The high-pitched, monotonous, tearing noise with no undulations and no gaps continues to pierce the ear drum and shock people I almost want to break the blood vessel and go crazy.

The blood vessels on Ke Xun's head were shocked suddenly, and even golden light flashed in front of him. He gave up covering his ears and fumbled to find Wei Dong, but Wei Dong had already rolled and fell out of his reach.

Mu Yiran next to him noticed Ke Xun's movements, fearing that he would impulsively do something uncontrollable, and was about to hold him, but suddenly realized that his hands covering his ears were covered with his dry palms.

Mu Yiran was startled slightly. After reacting, he wanted to push him away, but he continued to move, got up and knelt in front of him, pushed his head and upper body into his arms forcefully, using his entire embrace to hold him firmly Covered his ears.

Mu Yiran never knew that Ke Xun had so much strength. He earned a bit, but he couldn't escape him at all.

If you use your full strength, you may be able to break free, but I am afraid that it will alarm those "things" in the dark.

Mu Yiran sighed inwardly and had to let him go.

And this indeed, can play some role.

The strange thing is that in such a noisy environment, he could still hear Ke Xun's heartbeat.

His head was pressed on his chest by Ke Xun, and he could still hear his heartbeat with two hands and arms.

Plop, plop.

Calm and powerful, calm and warm.

Thinking of the fierce and ignorant him when he first entered the painting, he suddenly realized that this guy is better than anyone who adapts and grows faster than anyone else.

Just like the sunny boy in the photo in the closet, he grew up in a single night to bear all the pains of the world, but is still accustomed to curling his lips and appearing to be independent of the world with a casual appearance of laughter the man.

The harsh metal cracking is still tearing the eardrums and brain nerves of the four people. This is a terrifying and extremely painful sound torture. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen have been huddled together on the ground, fighting hard. Fighting against the disintegrating sound with all your strength.

Mu Yiran knew it was sad, but what surprised him was Ke Xun. He still covered him motionlessly when nothing was covering his ears. His heartbeat was still constant, calm and powerful.

Mu Yiran remembered that there are so few people in this world who, in a critical situation, will burst out with terrifying and huge potential. There is no way to cultivate this kind of potential, no way to achieve it by acquired training, and no way to reach it as an ordinary person.

Therefore, such a person is a talented person who is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The strong resistance and endurance that Ke Xun showed at this moment was beyond Mu Yiran's expectations.

This guy seems to be stronger every time he goes through the baptism of "painting", whether it is courage, mind, willpower, endurance, or his...cheeky.

Just when Wei Dong had reached the limit of endurance and even started to groan slightly, he suddenly heard a heart-piercing baby cry in the darkness. The tender voice and the undulating tone suddenly slowed down the harsh metal The destructiveness of the nerves brought by the sound, the four of them only felt that the whole body was slightly loose, and they were finally a step away from the edge of madness and collapse.

The baby’s crying and the metallic noise intertwined for a while, and finally ended with the metallic sound. Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen slumped to the ground. Mu Yiran pushed Ke Xun, only to find that he suddenly lost all his strength. The whole person fell softly towards the ground, Mu Yiran subconsciously stretched out his arms, put him around his back, and took him into his arms.