Paintings of Terror

Wei Dong wiped his eyes, but his vision was blurry again: “Fuck this painting! Fuck it!”

He felt a distinct pull on the film in his hand. It was Luo Bu reminding him to push in the film. 4YMG3r

Wei Dong’s reaction was somewhat numb, but he heard Ke Xun saying, “Next one.”

Indeed, whether it was the past or the future, no one could determine for certain that what the camera captured was inevitable.

History was full of randomness, and no one knew what would happen in the future. Crying and lamenting at this moment served no purpose. Wei Dong loosened his grip on the film, and the second image appeared on the screen.

Thirteen pairs of eyes, including Koharu’s, looked towards the screen and half of them were moist. 6nN4jI

The second negative had bright colors, indicating that it was taken at night.

There seemed to be many people sleeping on the bed. It was a peaceful photo.

Mu Yiran stepped forward and focused on a small black dot in the corner of the photo. “Next one.”

The next photo was still taken at night, with everyone sleeping on the bed. It looked not much different from the previous one. 6pJ0vb

Mu Yiran continued to gaze at the same top left corner of the photo, on that small black dot. “Go back to the previous one.”

It switched back to the previous photo and everyone instinctively started to look for the differences between the two seemingly identical photos.

“There’s one person missing here!” Du Lingyu took two steps forward, feeling a bit scared. Only when she felt that Ke Xun was standing next to her, she lowered her slightly swollen eyes and stepped up, pointing to the bottom right of the photo. “In this part of the second photo, there’s one person missing.”

The beds were dark, and the figures on the beds were also quite dark, making it impossible to tell who was who or even the exact number of people. Although the negative represented darkness with white colors, a large area of white also made it indiscernible. Pb3FMB

As the two photos kept switching on the screen, everyone followed Du Lingyu’s guidance and noticed the difference in the bottom right corner of the photos. The first photo showed a bed full of people, while in the second photo, near the edge of it, there was an empty spot where a person should have been.

“Who is that person?” Cao Youning asked. “Shall we count the number of people?”

It was hard to tell how many people there were. Everyone was sleeping together in large cotton robes, making it difficult to see the exact number of people.

However, Wei Dong felt slightly relieved. Because based on people’s habits, they would tend to sleep in the same spot they did on the first night. According to last night’s arrangement, Mu Yiran was sleeping at the edge of the bed, with Ke Xun next to Mu Yiran, and himself next to Ke Xun. Though it was hard to determine an exact headcount, it was certain that at least seven or eight people were captured in the photo. QCqdf7