Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun flipped through the content of the four negatives one by one in his head. According to Mu Yiran, if the figure in the last picture was himself, then the content of the other negatives should be other people in this room: “The one where people were eating, it should be the scene when everyone was eating. I remember Koharu seemed to be at that spot and everyone fed it quite some food, so it looks like a lot.”

With such an explanation, there was not as much fear as before and he even had a sliver feeling of peculiar funniness. Z9LjGg

Perhaps it was because of the sudden relaxation that Ke Xun actually felt sleepy. Hearing the sounds of Mu Yiran’s breathing beside him, he also seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep.

Everything in the dark room was silent, as if the only thing alive was the curling smoke in the corner.

This night seemed to be very, very long, so long that it made people feel that they had slept for seven days and seven nights.

When Du Lingyu opened her eyes, the room was no longer as dark as it was before going to bed, but gray with very dim light. qRrH v

The room was still the same, with a high wooden ceiling, a large wooden cabinet attached to the wall, a large table, and a big bed which she was lying on.

She actually woke up alive. Du Lingyu secretly rejoiced, but at the same time vaguely hoped that everything would end soon, if she woke up in this terrifying room every day, she would probably die of mental torture sooner or later.

Not knowing how long she had slept, Du Lingyu felt her body was a little stiff, maybe it was because of the cold. Du Lingyu endured the stiffness and turned over. She felt that something was wrong with her surroundings, as if everything had fallen into an inexplicable and deathly stillness.

For no reason, Du Lingyu felt a sense of overwhelming panic, and didn’t even dare to move her gaze, so she let her eyes stay in the direction of the wooden cabinet in the room, where there was a faint smoke. Was it the incense Mu Yiran lit for timing? What time is it now? Was she still safe and sound in the world inside and outside the painting? SrRKts

What Du Lingyu smelled was another kind of aroma, which was different from the previous one. Although it was also faint, there was something seductive in it, making people want to continue smelling it.

“Are you awake?” A voice rang out beside her. It was Fang Fei.

Du Lingyu felt that this voice was a kind of redemption for her. At this moment, she relaxed and sat up slowly: “That was a long sleep.”

“Get up, get ready to wash up, and have breakfast.” Fang Fei’s voice was slightly cold. 9W6Z1i

Du Lingyu felt something was wrong. Fang Fei was sleeping on her left side, why did this sound come from the right side? Du Lingyu subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that Fang Fei was fully dressed, and she was sitting at a distance to her right.

“Have you finished washing up?” Du Lingyu’s eyes slowly moved from Fang Fei to her side, and she suddenly found Xi Shengnan lying motionless beside her — Xi Shengnan was lying without a sound. Her face was covered with a piece of fabric. She was not sleeping.

Du Lingyu was so surprised that she forgot to scream. She quickly left Xi Shengnan’s side. Judging by Fang Fei’s appearance, she was the one who covered Xi Shengnan’s face.