Chapter 1: Funeral 01┃Into the painting.

After thinking about it, Ke Xun felt that the fight that day started from the moment he went out, and everything was strange.
First, the Teddy from Uncle Li's house in the community, after meeting him on a narrow road, did not jump up and hugged his leg as usual.
Then came the thirteenth-floor middle door of the building at the back. The window sashes were wide open, and two gray-white curtain fabrics hung outside the window, which looked like two crickets from downstairs.
When Ke Xun looked up, he felt in a daze that someone was looking at him in the window, but it was just a matter of angle, and he didn't see him very clearly.
The man was in the shadows, only a gray face faintly behind the window sash, motionless, with the black window frame and two gray curtains, it looked like a black and white portrait.
The next thing is even more weird.
For example, he swept a shared bicycle on the side of the street, and the seat of his leg fell off as soon as he stepped forward. He became the first man in history to be shared with a bicycle by just one centimeter.
For another example, when meeting Weidong at the agreed place, the goods were not routinely late.
For example, before the two of them started to wave, the blue sky and white clouds were just clear, and the storm was covered with dark clouds in an instant.
"I know it's no good to come out with you, grandson." Ke Xun hugged his head while looking for shelter from the rain.
"That's not right, I made a calculation last night. Today should be a lucky day. It's a good day to travel, to pick up girls, and to open a house!" Wei Dong ignored his head and was busy wrapping his mobile phone and cigarette in his jacket. live.
"You are pinching toes, right? You are picking your feet while eating a banana, right?!" Ke Xun was out of anger.
"What can I do? The Wei family’s beriberi is passed down from the ancestors of the Wei family. As the great grandson of the Wei family, I want to carry forward this unique secret technique." Wei Dong said, pointing across the street, "There, the art gallery."
The Star Art Museum.
This art gallery is very old. The outer wall is covered with a thick layer of creeper, and the windows are almost invisible. The gate is quite new, like it was renovated not long ago, with a publicity sign standing at the door. It says "National Touring Exhibition of Painter XX".
How many people can really understand art? Even on weekends, the guests in the art gallery were lackluster.
Most of them, like Ke Xun Weidong, came in to shelter from the rain.
A group of people gathered in the hall, either watching the rain or playing with their phones, but few people watched the paintings.
"If you come, you will be safe, go in and take a look." Wei Dong couldn't help himself.
Originally, the two of them had an appointment today and didn't think about what they were going to do. It was purely because Weidong called by a V letter last night: "Ming'er will not waver?
Ke Xun: "Lang."
Just ran out.
As two single dogs that hug each other to keep warm, the usual arrangement for weekends is to meet in the same place first, and then go wherever they go. If you meet a girl, you will tease your sister. When you meet a you will tease you.
Ke Xun has always had no artistic bacteria on his body, let alone appreciation of paintings, even his self-portraits are distorted and the picture is blurry, and he can shoot the special effects of a six-finger piano demon better than a scissor, and a handsome face can give himself a facelift. Like.
At this point, Weidong is a hundred Picasso better than him. At any rate, classmate Wei is also a student from the Academy of Fine Arts, although he ended up engaged in one of the "Top Ten Most Wanted Careers on the Hairline"-art artist, according to customers every day Asked to make a wonderful design that kills the art, but the original intention has not changed anyhow, the desire to appreciate the famous paintings is still slightly surviving.
Beating the children on a cloudy day was idle and idle, and the rain from the two of them tremblingly entered the second door of the art gallery.
When I think about it later, Ke Xun would rather have hemorrhoids all over his body than take a half step into this art gallery.
On the first floor of the Starry Sky Art Museum, the paintings of that certain painter are on display.
On the second floor, there are some paintings owned by the museum, including original paintings by artists and imitations.
The two walked to the second floor and lingered in front of a few western body paintings.
"The plump girl looks comfortable, she must feel very good to the touch." Wei Dong smacked.
"First of all you have to have a girl." Ke Xun put his hands in his pockets and walked around.
Weidong reluctantly left the painting in front of him, glanced left and right, and then pointed his head forward: "There is also an exhibition hall there. Do you think all the secret pictures of dramas will be exhibited?"
"Brother Dei, look back on your own life, when did your wish come true." Ke Xun said.
"What the are you telling the truth, I'll sit down and cry to show you believe it or not." Wei Dong said.
Two people strolled slowly towards the exhibition hall.
This exhibition hall is not large, and there are no windows. There are only a few dim lights on. The paintings are hanging on the wall. Under the dim light, the tones of each painting appear very dark and dense, and it is difficult to blur. Distinguish.
"You're right, it's really a secret play of erotica," Ke Xun sighed. "It's just blowing out the lights during the secret play."
As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the exhibition hall flickered a few times and then suddenly went out, and the eyes were suddenly dark.
"...Would you like to cooperate with me like that, if you say you turn off the light, then turn off the light?" Ke Xun's voice sounded in the darkness.
"Then, do we want to cooperate with you? Who will show you the secret show?" Wei Dong teased with great mood, "You have to be gentle with others later."
"Thank you, I don't want to be a straight guy." Ke Xun said as he took out the phone from his pocket, but he pressed it for a long time and the screen didn't turn on.
"Sick guy, if you do it, you will die." Wei Dong's clothes rustled, as if he was also picking up his mobile phone, "Damn, the chain is dropped at a critical time, and the battery is fully charged before going out. I will stop cooking now. ."
Ke Xun: "Wait, have you noticed something wrong?"
Wei Dong: "Let's say so... I didn't find it."
Ke Xun did not answer, and the dark exhibition hall suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Especially, especially quiet, like dead silence.
"That..." Wei Dong's voice was a little unnatural, "You said, is this exhibition hall soundproof?"
A small broken art museum that is old and in disrepair. Even the creeper covering the outer wall has no money to clean up, so has the money to make the exhibition hall completely soundproof?
Besides, what sound do you need to cut off for an art gallery? Does Erotica's secret drama make a pop noise every midnight?
Weidong shuddered and heard Ke Xun say: "Absolutely not. Before the light is off, I can still hear someone sneezing outside. Even if there is no one outside, the empty exhibition hall can amplify all the sound effects. Noise came in. But now, there is no sound."
Nothing at all.
How is this possible.
Even in a quiet night, in the wild and mountainous suburbs far from the city, there will be sounds of nature faintly ringing.
But now, there is really no sound at all, as if people are suddenly locked into a vacuum confined space, there is no sound, no light.
Things are a bit weird.
Silence and darkness are the source of all fear.
"Go outside." Ke Xun's voice sounded calm, and he didn't mention that the two phones had problems at the same time.
"Okay." Wei Dong tried to relax his tone as much as possible, pretending to know nothing.
It's like as long as you don't talk about it and don't study it carefully, you can conceal who is in the dark.
The two walked in the dark for a while, but they lost their sense of direction.
"Something's wrong, this exhibition hall is not that big, we should have hit the wall by this way." Ke Xun stopped.
"Fuck you, don't say it..." Wei Dong was afraid that he would reveal something, so he reached out to grab him.
There was a cold arm at the tentacle.
"Damn!" Wei Dong shook off this arm with a roar.
Before continuing, a beam of white light suddenly lit up in the darkness.
"...This light is still voice-activated?" Ke Xun wondered.
"Ke Er..." Wei Dong's trembling voice resounded beside him, "This light...Where do you think it came from?"
Ke Xun said nothing.
Because he didn't know where this white light came from.
Without a light source, it just appeared in the darkness out of thin air, not strong, even paled.
This white light fell on the wall, and within its light range, there was a painting hanging.
Wei Dong found out that the cold "arm" he had just pulled was originally a metal isolation column placed under the painting to isolate the distance between the spectator and the painting and prevent anyone from reaching out to touch the painting. .
An annotation board is placed between the two isolation pillars to mark and introduce the paintings.
The two people subconsciously raised their eyes to look at the painting.
The picture is the same as the other paintings seen before the lights are turned off. The tone is dark and vague, with only a few faint outlines.
What's strange is that the picture of this painting seems to become clearer and clearer under the intent of the two people.
Someone is using PS to adjust the resolution and clarity of the picture quality.
More and more clear, more and more enlarged.
Huh? enlarge?
Ke Xun blinked abruptly, and the painting seemed to be accompanied by his closing and opening eyes, suddenly infinitely magnified, the scene in the painting seemed to hit his face, an invisible aura scraping from his body. However, the electricity usually makes the hairs all over his body stand up.
This aura disappeared in all directions behind him in an instant, like a hand with an unfolded scroll, spreading far away with the shaft end.
Ke Xun looked at the scene in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.
This-where is this? !
--How is this going? !
The scene in this painting is so real right in front of my eyes at this moment!
"No...No..." Wei Dong's voice tremblingly resounded beside him, "Really or not... I must be still dreaming... It must be last night now. I slept when I was tired. Now, I haven’t woken up yet, I must have not woken up... Fuck Keer! — Hell!"
Although Ke Xun was a scumbag when he was a student, he was not so confused that he could not distinguish between reality and dream. He clearly realized that the place where he and Wei Dong were at this moment was really not a dream or an illusion.
Really, it's reality.
Looking up, under the dark night, there are dark clouds of gray and gray. The four fields are empty, and the half-human tall grass is scattered sparsely on the wasteland. The air is full of smelly mud and dust, not far ahead. There is a small village that looks very desolate.
This is exactly part of the picture shown in the painting just now.
As for the other parts of the painting, Ke Xun has not had time to look at it—or, he was subconscious, deliberate, and didn't want or dare to look at it.
He only remembered that in his peripheral vision just now, he seemed to have spotted something... terrible, something that shouldn't exist in this world.
"...What can we do about this?" Weidong Six Gods looked at Ke Xun without a master.
Ke Xun was also turning his face to look at him.
The two looked at each other, and they couldn't help but blurt out in exclamation: "Fuck!"
I saw that the original clothes on the two of them changed for some time. At this moment, they were dressed in thick and rough white linen trousers and coats, and the shoes on their feet turned into straw sandals.
"FuckingGive me back to Adi!" Wei Dong’s anger temporarily surpassed the fear in his heart, "Nima—Lao Tzu’s half-month salary—"
"Shut up." Ke Xun drank, trying to take off the clothes that appeared inexplicably, but found that there was his flesh in this linen suit, and he would be naked after taking it off.
More and more weird and uncertain feelings came to his mind, Ke Xun's throat was tight, he gave up taking off his clothes, and tugged Wei Dong: "Get out of here now."
Wei Dong nodded shivering, his eyes staring around in panic.
Ke Xun turned his head and looked behind him. Behind him was also wasteland and decayed grass, extending to a dark and fuzzy place, like the chaotic and low-pixel part of the painting.
Ke Xun was not sure where he would go when he walked back, but his instincts were always accurate-so he felt that walking back was not a good choice, but it was obviously not a good choice to stand in place and cry with Wei Dong. Egg used, so he stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Go to the village and have a look."
The author has something to say:
This is a horrible infinite stream story that is sultry and handsome while adventurous and escapes~ Well, as the so-called:
One draw, one world, one slap and one handsome.