Welcome to the Nightmare Live

The worn-out, slightly rolled kraft paper has a rough surface, and it is empty and without half a line of words. Under the dim light, it presents a strange, yellowish texture, and the air is dead silent.

There is an inexplicable illusion... it seems to be waiting silently.

Wen Jianyan opened her mouth and subconsciously wanted to ask the question stuck in her throat, but before the voice could come out, he was bitten back into her mouth. Now is not the time.

He took a deep breath, paused a little, resisted the desire to ask, but folded the kraft paper and put it back in his pocket:

Come on, let's explore a little.

Now, for him, there is too much unknown information and too few answers. Instead of wasting a question hastily, it is better to collect clues first and then make a decision.

The group looked at each other and nodded.

They walked towards the frame shop.

The space here is much larger than imagined - to be precise, it is not like a boxy shop, but a corridor extending into the distance.

The dense footsteps echoed in the empty and dark space, and the echoes extended into the distance layer by layer, which seemed very empty.

The walls on both sides were covered with high and low paintings. These paintings were of different sizes and the colors of the frames were different. Some were dark red, and some were extremely thick scarlet.

The slightly swaying beam of light swept across the wall full of picture frames. Wen Jianyan carefully observed the scene in the painting, and soon found some subtle patterns.

I don't know if it was his delusion...

Those oil paintings with scarlet frames, there are far more paintings than anyone else, some are wilderness, some are old-fashioned buildings, but there are also many portraits.

But the problem is that the facial features of the portraits in the scarlet frames are blurred. It was a blur that was completely different from the portraits of the guests in the town.

The character Jin Kong in those national statues is a kind of eerie pale white, as if it has been covered with facial features, and the portrait here seems to have some kind of unobservable setting, regardless of the angle of view. , Whether there is a light source, the faces of the characters seem to be covered by darkness. Is it important? - Xiang, there is no money to see at all. As for those who are framed by dark frames, they are all portraits.

Each portrait has clear faces, males and females, old and young, and a field of pale faces stretched on the wall, and finally disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

Wen Jianyan raised her head, her eyes fell on the portraits in front of her, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Compared with other teams entering this dungeon, he obviously has a more obvious advantage.

That is, before entering the [Xingwang Hotel], he had entered the [Prosperity Building], and these two copies were obviously inextricably linked.

Although there is no other source of information, based on what he has seen and heard in the last copy, Wen Jianyan can also roughly infer the general purpose of these scarlet picture frames.

If the paintings on the third floor of the [Changsheng Building] are connected to the quadrangular courtyard with dead wood in the middle, they really come from the painting shop on this street, then these paintings are installed in the red paintings. Cheng Nei's oil paintings were obviously created with only one purpose, to imprison.

In the scarlet frame, whether it is a scene or a person, it should be a ghost. Since there is a ghost trapped in every painting...

Then, the role of the dark red frame is probably -

While Wen Jianyan was in deep thought, a voice that took a deep breath came from beside him: Hey, look, that, that is...

?

Wen Jianyan was startled, then turned her head subconsciously to look over.

In between, Huang Mao stood not far away, holding a flashlight in his hand, looking straight at the opposite wall, his face looked a bit pale under the light.

He swallowed his saliva and pointed to the corner of the opposite wall: Team, captain, look there one by one

Wen Jianyan looked in the direction Huang Mao pointed, and after seeing everything clearly, his pupils could not help shrinking slightly.

In the dim darkness where you can't see five fingers, only the light of the flashlight swaying slightly illuminates a corner of the wall, where two inconspicuous portraits hang, and the faces on the two portraits are in the dim light. The eyes are so familiar - one of them is personable, with a gentle smile on his face, and there is a strange sense of disobedience between his eyebrows and eyes, while the other person's eyeballs are prominent, like some kind of insect, with a little bit of inexplicable. Gloomy and sinister temperament.

Those two faces were so familiar that Wen Jianyan realized the identity of the protagonist with almost no need to think.

It was a gentleman and Anis! ! !

The two portraits were hung upright on the wall, with clear and lifelike brushstrokes, and they looked as if they were alive.

Wait a minute, why did the portraits of these two people appear in this painting?! Zhong Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in disbelief, Could it be that this is not the first time they entered this copy? eh, but that's not right...

or,

Chen Mo calmly stared at the two portraits side by side on the wall, and said slowly:

That's the real purpose of the two of them coming here.

...

Wen Jianyan didn't answer, but fixedly stared at the two portraits of the gentleman and Anis on the wall.

If Chen Mo's guess is correct, then why do all the residents in the town have a picture in a dark red frame? Why does the gentleman want to get it?

Countless possible guesses swirled in his mind, but Wen Jianyan couldn't decide for a while.

In any case, these two paintings cannot be left.

Zhong Shan said with certainty, We have to find a way to destroy them both.

Although he didn't know why the gentleman and Henis kept their portraits in this gallery, what Zhong Shan knew was that as the red side, no matter what the reason was, the black side's profit was not for them. what a good thing. What Black wants to do, he wants them to be unable to achieve.

With that said, Zhong Shan stepped forward and extended his hand towards the two portraits.

In an instant, the temperature in the air dropped suddenly.

It seems that some kind of cold and cold existence is slowly recovering in this painting shop. The icy blade cuts through the skin and penetrates the flesh, causing people to tremble from the bones.

?!

Wen Jianyan was suddenly surprised.

He raised his eyes and looked around.

The paintings in the dark red painting cabinets are no different from the ones just now, but... the paintings in the red frame are obviously shy, and the shadows covering the faces of the characters seem to begin to dissipate, revealing the pale faces below, and With their flexible eyes, although their faces were still indistinct, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel that bundles of gazes were being cast from the dark shadows and pinned to their bodies.

Even in those landscape paintings, there seemed to be slightly swaying shadows, and in a deadly dark room, it was chilling all over the body.

Stop. Wen Jianyan hurriedly shouted to stop.

Zhong Shan was obviously aware of the changes around him, and withdrew his hand in panic, and even took a few steps back staringly, for fear that he would be entangled in something.

After Zhong Shan gave up the idea of ​​continuing to do it, the changes around him finally dissipated and calmed down gradually.

Everyone couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and their bodies, which had been tensed up due to tension and fear, relaxed a little.

Don't do it casually.

Chen Mo on the side had a bad tone, You don't know what it does, in case it's a trap left by the opposite side. ...Yes, I'm sorry.

Zhong Shan knew that he was right, and under Chen Mo's cold gaze, his huge and sturdy body shrank like a quail.

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the portraits in front of her, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Before that, each and every money cable was like a glass couplet that fell on the ground. It was chaotic and irregular, making it impossible to draw a clear logical chain from it. At this moment, everything is connected together. Connected together, it is like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, everything becomes clear,

If you look at Jian Yan - the conclusion at the beginning follows, then, whether it is Changying Building, this ghost road in the town, or Kitty on the road, all of them are If you know the world is really back, and you try to merge The real world's human income is seen in the bureaucratic Shanxi Jing, all of which are created for this purpose.

Since the picture enclosed in the scarlet frame was used to trap the [ghost]. Then, the picture enclosed in the dark red frame should be for the protection of [people].

All the residents in the small box have an oil painting on their own, which is protected in a cabinet with a painting cabinet that is difficult to color. However, I don't know what happened, or something went wrong, the painting The protective effect is ineffective, so the portraits in the picture will look like porridge, and the residents of the town will become guests who are trapped under the water, have no sanity, and can only kill.

Therefore, after Wen Jianyan entered the town for the first time, he could easily break the corroded picture frame and take the picture out of it.

Because not only is it no longer able to protect people, but it is alienated and distorted.

And leaving his own portrait on this wall is obviously the real purpose of the gentleman entering this copy.

Long before the development of this book, he had already passed through the medium skin, and he had brought the women who had his intentions in the book that Jian Gao couldn't accept, so he was able to use everything before the start of the country. Its extremely functional and simple requirements, so as to enter it, even if Wen Jian's writing is as clear as the taste, he is, I can see that Zuo... Or, he pulled Anis into his own plan, and finally entered this dungeon. , all the way to find the frame shop smoothly.

However, how strong is the protection effect of the picture frame? How does it work?

Even so strong that even an anchor like a gentleman will do anything to get it? Why does he think that his portrait can resist this kind of alienation?

If the portraits left here mean that they will be protected by the ghosts here... Then, can they also——

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan moved his fingers hanging by his side.

At that moment, he subconsciously wanted to take out the kraft paper from his pocket.

Suddenly, at this moment, a suppressed scream came from beside him.

Wen Jianyan was pulled back to reality by the voice, and turned to look.

It was Rui Rui.

The anchor who can read and write in Lockett's team.

I saw her with a white face, staring at the paper in her hand, her bloodless lips trembling slightly, and the whole person looked like a bird in shock.

What's wrong?

Wen Jianyan frowned and asked.

No, I don't know when, it, it became like this...

Rui Rui turned her head, her panicked eyes flashed, and handed the paper in her hand to Wen Jianyan.

The messy and crazy brush strokes painted the paper dark, leaving no gaps. The shopping street scene just drawn has completely disappeared, leaving only a whole piece of ink-like darkness, other than that, nothing can be seen. arrive.

It was like the pitch-black hole in the lower right corner gradually expanded, and finally swallowed up the entire picture.

Wen Jianyan frowned, Didn't you draw it?

No, it's not, Rui Rui shook her head vigorously: I just took it out of my pocket, and the painting has already become like this.

The rest of the people gathered to what's the matter

Wen Jianyan turned sideways to make room, raised his head, probably— His voice got stuck in his throat.

What's wrong? Chen Mo realized that something was wrong, and turned his head to look over in confusion.

I saw Wen Jianyan staring at the darkness in the depths of the corridor in front of her, as if she had seen something, her lips were pursed tightly, and her expression was extraordinarily serious.

...

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Jianyan patted Huang Mao's arm: Hey, look, is there something at the end of the corridor?

Huang Mao shivered, feeling the hairs on his entire body stand up.

He looked in the direction Wen Jianyan pointed, No, there is nothing, don't scare me...

The road ahead is dark, and the walls on both sides are covered with oil paintings, which seem to be extending forward endlessly.

However, in the invisible, it seems that something is just about to move, and the ups and downs spread silently, approaching in this direction little by little.

Wen Jianyan took a step back slowly. We should go.

He seemed to have made up his mind, It's not quite right here, let's go back to the door first.

The group hurriedly turned around and walked along the road they came from. The road ahead seems to have no end.

They walked faster and faster, and eventually even turned into running.

However, after running fast for a few minutes, they never returned to the starting position. At this time, the others finally realized that the problem was wrong, and their faces showed solemn expressions.

Hey, hey, look at the wall next to you—

Yellow Hair shivered.

With the light, Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked to the side.

I don't know since when, all the picture frames hanging on the wall are empty, and the framed inside is no longer a portrait, but a mirror.

In the mirror, the pale light of the flashlight flickered slightly, and the panicked faces of everyone.