Paintings of Terror

The images in the mirror don't seem to hear Ke Xun's voice, and these people are still doing their own things.

"We try not to let our shadow come into contact with these people." Zhu Haowen was a little wary, and subconsciously moved away from the gloomy Zhang Tianwei from the angle in the mirror.

Ke Xun looked at Ye Ning Chenyi who wanted to pull up his sleeves: "These people should not harm us. Even if some people are malicious, they can only play a shadow role at night."

Ke Xun just looked at his shadow in the mirror and was "disturbed" by Ye Ningchen. The girl seemed to want to pull herself up, but her shadow seemed to be separated from her by a layer, which made Ye Ningchenyi no matter what. Nor can you directly touch yourself.

This reminded Ke Xun of words such as heaven and human being separated forever.

Ke Xun tried to raise his arm, and greeted Ye Ningchen with the figure in his mirror. It seemed to have worked. Ye Ningchen stared at Ke Xun in the mirror and smiled.

Ke Xun lip-synched, "Miao Zipei."

Ye Ningchen felt a little dazed and sad, and shook his head slightly, then turned his gaze away.

"No, I'm very uncomfortable staying here," Wei Dong beat his head, "I feel nauseous and nauseous, as if my body is about to be divided."

Other people are not feeling well either, and they are all holding on at this time.

Mu Yiran hasn't spoken all the time. He has penetrated into the entire mirror room and scanned each mirror sharply: "These people in the mirror can't hurt us. Don't be influenced by them, and try not to look at your own shadow carefully. "

Hearing what Mu Yiran said, Wei Dong seemed to be better. The discomfort just now was not a physical feeling, but a psychological problem. In such a mirror house full of images, the first thing to overcome is the psychological problem. .

The people in the mirror probably also feel bored. They use their own colors to relax. He Yu has already painted a large landscape painting with red paint; Mi Wei has made the yellow paint into a sand-like effect and started a sand painting; Guo Lixia She didn't know how to paint, so she dipped her palm with blue paint and took a lot of royal blue handprints on the mirror.

"Have you noticed that the mirror is actually layered, and there is not a unified world inside." Zhu Haowen touched his chin and carefully observed the mirror.

Indeed, those colors seem to exist on another level or dimension, and are not affected by the refraction of the mirror. They are simply divided into areas according to colors.

Deep purple, bright yellow, warm red, soft green, refreshing blue, these colors flow in various gestures, interweaving into a new world.

"Look over there!" Taking advantage of the artist's advantage, Weidong quickly discovered the bug in the color and pointed to the corner of the ceiling, "There seems to be two black spots!"

Everyone focused their eyes on the two black dots on the corner mirror—as everyone approached slowly, they found that the so-called black dots were actually two letters, very random handwriting, with both letters facing the lower right corner. Tilt, forming a strange artistic sense: RR.

"Is this the initials of Rongrang?" Everyone guessed.

Ke Xun had already set up Wei Dong. Wei Dong raised his hand and touched the black signature on the ceiling. Wherever his finger went, it was like a point in a water wave. The two black letters turned into faint ink stains and scattered. Open.

When Wei Dong's fingers left, the ink stains slowly gathered again, and finally the previous two letters were combined.

Mu Yiran frowned, "This is... the shadow of the signature?"

"Shadow? Signature and shadow?" Wei Dong couldn't bear the fiction and reality in this painting.

"Everything has a shadow, especially in this world where shadows are particularly emphasized, the artist's signature should have a shadow."

Zhu Haowen looked at the window: "I think we should go to the maze immediately."

The five old members tacitly left the window one after another. Although Ke Xun was at a loss at this time and did not understand why he had to go to the maze, another ignorant follower was Wei Dong, who followed Ke Xun out of the window at this time.

No one noticed that the golden yellow in the mirror of the room was partially wiped, revealing a face inside-it is Miao Zipei, he seems to be trying to mix the purest colors, his face is solemn and religious Emoji.

The five members climbed to the ground along the castle wall, and walked non-stop in the direction of the maze.

When he passed the pool, Ke Xun still stopped and looked inside. All the coins in the wheel-shaped pattern of the seedlings disappeared.

Everyone guessed the result from Ke Xun's expression, and they felt heavy, but they were more urgent: tonight the shadows gathered the three primary colors of red, yellow and blue, and there might be a qualitative leap in ability.

"I have a way. Although it is a foul to walk the maze, I can only do this at the moment." Ke Xun showed a slightly rascal expression.

Seeing Mu Yiran also cast his gaze, Ke Xun continued, "We don't have to walk in the dark in the lane, but we have to fly over the walls like Night Rangers."

"What you mean is that we are walking on the walls of these bushes, so that we can see the situation in the maze at a glance." Mu looked at the bush walls of the maze, thinking that this method would work.

Ke Xun had cleverly climbed to the top of the bush wall. These bushes were very strong and could bear the weight of an adult man. Ke Xun took a look into the distance: "The vision is good, at least three loops can be seen clearly. "

Several other people also climbed to the top of the bush wall one after another, except that Weidong was slightly afraid of heights, others were more comfortable.

"Tell me now, why did you lock the signature in the maze?" Ke Xun's sense of balance is very good, standing on top of the high wall, still walking flat on the ground.

"While you were working, some of us made new discoveries in the maze," it was Qin Ci who answered Ke Xun. "We found the man hidden in the maze. He was very fast and we could not successfully contain them. But that person is indeed different-he has no shadow."

This discovery made Ke Xun unexpected: "What is that person?"

"There are colorful patterns on the clothes. He ran too fast and couldn't see it clearly, but we can be sure that he has no shadow."

Ke Xun felt closer and closer to the truth: "In other words, this person without a shadow is the real entity of the dark shadow?!"

Everyone said that they acquiesced that they began to walk slowly along the wall and watched the situation in each maze ring from side to side.

Weidong walked the slowest, for fear that he would step on the wrong foot and roll down: "The cerebellum seems to hinder the movement of the brain. I am now just walking tightrope...what did you just say? That person lives In the maze? His shadow lives in the castle? Could he be separated from his shadow?!"

Mu Yiran watched Wei Dong walk swiftly, and stretched out his hand to give him a hand: "That mirror house is definitely not groundless, it should be the place where the shadow meets his entity."

This is the first time Wei Dong has "contacted" Mu Yiran. Suddenly he felt that the other party was not so cold, and he still had a rare intimacy: "Thanks, ha... Then according to you, the signature is the same, the shadow In the mirror house, the real signature is in the maze!"

Mu Yiran realized that after he had pulled Wei Dong, the other party didn't let go, his palms were all sweaty and clutching him hard.

Just when Wei Dong felt that Mu Yiran was getting more and more kind, he suddenly heard the other party say coldly: "You squat here and wait."

Weidong, who lowered the chassis for fear of falling:...

Ke Xun in the distance gave Wei Dong a sentence: "Dongzi, you stay outside and observe!"

Dongzi, who might be planted one step further, nodded hurriedly and squatted tremblingly on the wall.

"I saw that person!" Qin Ci moved forward quickly and pointed to the lane ahead.

The four people cooperated and tacitly surrounded the people in the maze along the outer road. The person was very fast and was familiar with the layout of the maze, but gradually realized that one person was difficult to beat with four hands, and simply stopped running.

At this time, everyone had pushed the person to the center of the maze, and the person stopped walking, and sat down directly on the lawn at the center of the circle.

Ke Xun turned over from the wall and kept a safer distance from the man.

Zhu Haowen and Mu Yiran also came down one after another, only Qin Ci remained on the commanding heights, keeping a vigilant observation of the surroundings.

This man wore a large robe, embroidered with patterns of four colors: blood red moon, blue circles and diamonds, goose yellow wheels, and orange labyrinth texture.

If the moon represents Zhang Tianwei, the circle represents Guo Lixia, the diamond represents Xin Beibei, and the wheel represents Miao Zipei, these are the members who have been absorbed in color, then who does this orange maze pattern belong to?

"No wonder we are divided into five colors. In addition to the three primary colors, there are two intermediate colors: purple and green. Only one orange is missing." Zhu Haowen's eyes rested on this person, "It turns out that you are Orange."

This person is very thin, but with piercing eyes, the whole person looks a bit weird, probably because there is no shadow.

This person didn't say a word.

"Actually, I think all colors have their beauty. People who like any color have them. There are also many who like duck feces yellow and bile green." Ke Xun cleared his throat and said the opening remarks, "Anyway, all The colors are all black together, so why not enjoy the process of these colors, these colors can be divided as you want, and they can be combined if you want, why not give yourself some freedom!"

The Shadowless Man looked at Ke Xun indifferently, and said nothing.

Ke Xun really hadn't received such a thousand-year-old cold eyes. Compared with this person, Mu Yiran's coldness was at best a box of ice cream, or lemon vanilla flavor.

The signature must have been hidden by this person. Judging from his cold eyes, even if he was tortured all the way, he would not say a word.

"I am willing to contribute part of the purple." Mu Yiran finally opened his mouth, "So you can gather six colors to get the black you want."

"Don't be foolish!" The big glass jar for soaking people appeared in Ke Xun's mind for the first time in his life, shouting from Mu Yiran.

"We have searched all the places we can find, and now we can be sure that the signature is on this person."