Paintings of Terror

Wei Dong’s roar startled everyone.

Everyone stared intently at the figure displayed, then turned their heads to compare it with the real Ke Xun, then stared at the display to ponder, and then turned to look at Ke Xun again… RrGH7A

After examining these negatives with Mu Yiran last night, Ke Xun was mentally prepared, but when he saw the big figure of himself on the wall, he still couldn’t adjust himself: “It’s too close. It makes me look a bit fat.”

Everyone: …

“This is completely messed up,” Cao Youning began pacing around the room. Every time he passed in front of the display, his enormous shadow would appear on it, as if trying to compare himself to Ke Xun on the wall in terms of height, weight, and strength. “The time is all messed up. They were clearly taken at the same time, so why some has people eating, some with no one around, and some with Ke Xun entering the room after the lights went off? The cat Ke Xun was holding is Koharu, right? And the cat next to the other window is also Koharu, right? What about the cat squatting next to them during the meal…”

“Dog.” Luo Bu couldn’t help but interject. “Koharu is a dog.” 2dXBy9

“Oh, right, right.” Cao Youning stood in front of the display, and the image of Ke Xun’s shadow fell on his face, with the two dots that were Koharu’s eyes aligning perfectly with Cao Youning’s own eyes. “Anyway, it’s completely messed up. There’s no order to it at all!”

Mai Peng directly pulled his chubby companion away from the display and looked at the composed veteran members. “I think Mr. Mu probably already understands what’s going on.”

“Yeah, Mr. Mu, please tell us,” Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran with expectant eyes.

Mu Yiran had already lit a lamp beside him, causing the images projected on the wall to instantly fade in the warm orange light. “There is indeed a pattern here, and it follows a very standard time pattern.” fjEWoS