Paintings of Terror

The headband worn on Ke Xun’s head is equipped with earphones. Whenever the painful electric current rushes through his body, countless cold voices will be heard in the earphones, with a tone of ridicule, disgust and insult. Speaking in his ear densely:

"Dead gay, perverted, disgusting, inferior to pigs and dogs, beasts, dirty, nasty, shameless, scum, dead gay, dirty stuff, dead gay, not good to die, go to hell, go to the pan, burn you, dead **** , What are you doing alive, beasts that are against morality and humanity, dead gay, dead gay, dead gay..."

The horror of the tongue is more than that of an ax and a machete.

Destroying the body is just pain, destroying the spirit and faith, it is cruel and inhumane torture.

Surrounded by these cold and disgusting voices, all the dignity and beliefs of human beings are trampled on. You will become more and more convinced that you are really a beast, a filthy thing, and you are not worthy of being a human being. With dignity, you are being cast aside and humiliated by everything in the world.

If this spit and humiliation are tangible, then Ke Xun is probably covered with thick sputum and dung drowning at this moment. He seems to have been stripped and thrown into the dirtiest dirt, surrounded by humiliation with expressions and eyes. The righteous man who is watching him.

They laughed at him, pinched their noses and scorned him like a puddle of dirt. They said, "Dead gay, do you know to repent?"

Ke Xun raised his head from the filth, and raised half of his lips: "Go to your mother's repentance. Lao Tzu is **** for life or death. It is also **** when he goes to hell. When the sky changes and the earth changes, Lao Tzu will not change!"

The data on the display was beating frantically, and the wire heads on Ke Xun's body were rushing through the electric current frantically. His body was shrank in pain again and again under the impact of the electric current, almost breaking his bones.

Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun, who was soaked in sweat as if fished out of the water, and watched him firmly grabbing the fingers of the armrest of the seat, reaching out and holding him tightly.

No. 282 on the screen numbly stayed beside the display. Mu Yiran searched all the corners and details that could be found, but never found the location of the signature.

On the other side, several gray and white shadows, holding the tools for surgery, slowly gathered around Zhu Haowen. They communicated with each other as if they were doing ordinary work.

Their voices are vague, and even if they are closer, it is difficult to discern what they are talking about.

Mu Yiran's eyelashes suddenly moved, and the finger of the mobile phone was moved slightly, and he clicked on the camera button. Then, facing the microphone, he said in a deep voice: "No. 282, where is Kang Lai's signature?"

After speaking, click Stop, then click Play.

In the speaker of the mobile phone, a string of vague and vague language with his sound quality came out.

He didn't understand what the language was saying, but he understood the number 282 on the screen.

No. 282 moved her chapped and gray lips, and made a low, indistinct sound. Mu Yiran kept tapping the video button, and when it was finished, she tapped play.

"I'm Kang Lai... What are you signing... for?" The voice of No. 282 in the speaker was gentle but desolate.

"We need your signature to be able to leave here." Mu Yiran said.

"Leave here...Leave here..." No. 282, Kang Lai, his voice seemed to be filled with melancholy and sadness again, "Yeah...should leave here, he should leave here too...a pity, a pity...I couldn't Take him out of here..."

Mu Yiran felt the hand of Ke Xun he was holding again, and once again he twitched fiercely under the electric shock, as if his bones had shrunk into a ball, and he could not help but ask in a deep voice, "Kanglai, you Where is his signature?"

"I... can now... write to you..." Conley said gently.

He stretched out his thin, gray fingers and tapped them on Mu Yiran's chest.

"Write to him first." Mu Yiran pointed to Ke Xun beside him.

"I...I'm not in a hurry..." Ke Xun's voice was extremely weak and shaking, "Hao... Hao Wen'er... anxious..."

The sharp cone for the operation has already been inserted into Zhu Haowen's eye socket.

"Please help." Mu Yiran pointed to Zhu Haowen.

Kang Lai turned around and walked towards Zhu Haowen gently. His fingers touched Zhu Haowen's chest and wrote the word "Kang Lai" on his body.

A faint light shone around Zhu Haowen's body, and a picture frame faintly appeared in the light, and Zhu Haowen's body disappeared into the picture frame in this light.

Kang Lai came back and looked at Mu Yiran: "Who else do you want to save?"

But it was Ke Xun who spoke: "Yan...ask him...can he go to...other laboratory..."

Mu Yiran understood what he meant in a second, and looked at Kang Lai: "Could you please help, go to the other three laboratories and rescue all our companions."

Kang Lai looked at Mu Yiran dumbly with dark eyes, and asked him: "You and him... are you a lover... relationship?"

This "he" refers to Ke Xun.

Ke Xun's neck and head were locked by the leather lock, unable to look up to see Mu Yiran's expression and movements. His ears were also filled with vicious voices in the headphones, and he could not hear clearly, or heard Mu Yiran's answer.

At the end, he only heard Kang Lai's voice "translated" on the phone, sad and gentle, with a slight smile: "He...very much like...my love...as stubborn... Willful... and... affectionate... I hope you two... cherish..."

Ke Xun lost consciousness in the faint light.

A low voice faintly came into my ears, like a cool wind in early autumn, blowing in a clear and deep voice.

Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the voice.

Mu Yiran sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, lowered his eyes and whispered on his mobile phone. The brilliant light outside the window draped heavily on his body, making his white skin and the snow-white shirt of his upper body reflect soft light. .

His hair was still a bit damp, as if he had just taken a bath, and his eyes and lips became more vivid and picturesque with the moisture from the bath.

Ke Xun licked his chapped lips, his throat was dry.

But he didn't make a sound, just continued to lie on his side like this, looking at Mu Yiran without blinking.

"...Well, I received the email," Mu Yiran continued talking on the phone in a low voice, his eyes fell on the glass coffee table in front of him, where there was a cup of white water, placed in a transparent cup, reflecting the sunlight in the sun. Lin's light, "...I will trouble you to complete the relevant procedures for me. I will take the plane tomorrow, and I will take care of related matters such as the follow-up relocation of the grave. I will do it myself... Yes, um, ok, that's it, bye."

Mu Yiran hung up the phone, turned his eyes, and met Ke Xun who was lying on the bed.

"You have to be responsible to others." Ke Xun said hoarsely, but it didn't prevent him from committing a second crime. He wrapped himself tightly with the sheet to make a pitiful look that had been ravaged by gentle animals.

Sven Beast picked up the water glass in front of him, got up, walked over, and stood by the bed, unbuttoning two buttons on the collar of his shirt, showing desire in his abstinence. Ke Xun wished he could drag a pair of gold-rimmed glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, and then People rolled onto the bed.

"Get up and drink water." Mu Yiran looked at him blankly, taking what he said just now as farting.

Ke Xun sat up and took the cup obediently, "Is the other people okay?" He pours water. In fact, it is just a question for nothing. Others must be okay, otherwise Mu Yiran would not sit here so peacefully. Call, but kindly feed him water.

"Yeah." Mu Yiran picked up Ke Xun's dry cup, "Are you still drinking?"

"Drink." Ke Xun sat on the bed happily and looked up at him, eyes shining.

"Get up and fall by yourself." Mu Yiran turned and left ruthlessly.

"..." Ke Xun fell back on the bed, turned over while holding the sheet, half of his face buried in the pillow, half of his face looked at Mu Yiran who was sitting back on the sofa, and saw his phone vibrating constantly, I don't know why. The call was still news, and he sighed and asked him: "Do you never take a break all year round? You are busy with business before you enter the painting, and after you go out of the painting, you are busy with business. If you dare to enter the painting and experience life and death, it's a convenient thing for you ?"

"Otherwise." Mu Yiran drew the phone brightly, and his slender fingers moved on the screen.

Ke Xun scratched his head, thinking about it.

If entering painting is the top priority for adult students, should life continue?

Unless you don't fight to the end with "painting", you have to manage your own life as long as you live for one day. If your real life is ruined because of "painting," why are you still alive?

Ke Xun got up from the bed, got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

This hotel was booked by Mu Yiran, Ke Xun’s clothes were not here, and the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat. As a result, he didn’t change his clothes after washing, so he had to come out with a bath towel around his waist and ask. The shepherd who looked at him with a gloomy face: "Don't be nervous, I didn't want to seduce you. I just wanted to ask, can I borrow my clothes to wear first?"

The big shepherd probably went through a very fierce battle between heaven and man in his mind, and finally stood up with a gloomy face, and took a pair of trousers and a shirt from his luggage.

"Don't you borrow a pair of underwear?" Ke Xun frantically probed on the edge of danger, "I don't despise you."

"Get dressed and roll." The boss tried his best to suppress the edge of the dog's head, and said coldly.

Ke Xun sighed and sat on the side of the bed and put on pants: "I have never tried such a sly operation, wearing trousers without underwear."

He buttoned up his shirt and fixed his clothes. He looked down at his head and said, "...Would you like to lend me a suit jacket to block the protruding part?"

Mu Yiran stared at him coldly, his eyes fell on this person, but he paused slightly.

A person who is accustomed to wearing casual and lazy wind suddenly changed to a noble and elegant style. This contrast has a great visual impact.

Especially for people like Ke Xun.

Without the sloppy rendering of fat tube slacks, they are wrapped in stylized trousers. A pair of slender, straight, muscled and tight legs are perfectly presented in front of you, and the tight and straight buttocks are elegant The defined clothing is lightly covered, but it is extremely sexy. And the flat and straight shirt set off his tight and powerful waist and straight shoulders to set off his brilliance and strength.

The whole person seems to have been replaced, a little less scattered and meaningless, a little more chic and...

"It's a bit stuck." Ke Xun, who is not used to formal attire, sat on the side of the bed and looked down at his crotch. The messy strands of hair on the top of his head fully demonstrated his "not strong" emotion.

After Mu Yiran answered two more calls, Ke Xun walked over, sat on the opposite sofa, picked up the refilled glass he had just used, looked at him, and asked, "That Kang Lai, what is going on?"