Doomsday Paradise

Qing Jiu stared at the paintings on the wall for a few seconds, then turned to look at Ji Shanqing.

At this moment, the gift bag was so frightening that he shrank his shoulders unknowingly, even his sleeves were trembling slightly, and refused to approach the only companion——according to Lin Sanjiu, the trait of "timidity" It is inherited across the two forms of the gift package and the data body, and it really is true.

"Didn't you even glance at me from the corner of your eye?" He thought for a while and asked. "For example, my hands, the corner of my clothes...you didn't see it?"

Ji Shanqing thought for a while, then frowned: "...Not at all."

From his tone, he also felt that something was wrong; even Ji Shanqing, who was in a mess, was still Ji Shanqing after all.

"Wait, the painting on the wall keeps me from looking to the right," he said, then stopped. "……Why?"

"You haven't looked at me from the beginning to the end, so this answer can only be thought of by me." Qing Jiuliu said slowly, "The paintings we both saw have different contents."

Ji Shanqing was stunned, and then he realized it—the advantage of dealing with smart people is that you only need to clear up one doubt for him, and the rest of the link will be like continuous jumping electric sparks, lighting up a line in the dark. path.His next sentence, after skipping a few reaction links, was only understood by Qing Jiuliu: "The ninth painting you saw is on the right side of the stone wall?"

Ji Shanqing himself said that he found the ninth painting; adding the two conditions of "never looked to the right" and "so Ji Shanqing couldn't have thought of it", Qing Jiuliu can conclude that the two saw it. The most reasonable logical explanation for the conclusion that the contents of the pictures are different is that Qing Jiu also saw a "ninth picture" while staying on the right side of the wall - so he realized that the pictures they saw were not the same picture.

"You didn't raise your hand when you asked me to look at the eighth painting?" Ji Shanqing asked with a sigh.

Qing Jiuliu glanced at the seventh painting on the wall and said, "Of course not. Then wouldn't I be doing the same action as shown in the seventh painting? I'm not as stupid and bold as your sister. "

At such a time, Ji Shanqing seemed to be unable to resist defending his sister—fortunately, he was able to sort out the priorities, endured it, and said, "In the eighth picture you saw, what is it?" content?"

"Anyway, I stopped you and didn't make you turn your head." Qing Jiuliu muttered, "I've described it to you in detail. What's the use of it except to make you more scared?"

Ji Shanqing nodded with concern; but he still refused to turn his head, his eyes were only fixed on the left side of the stone wall, and he couldn't even stay away from the corner of his eye.

"In short, it seems that from the eighth picture onwards, the pictures we see are completely different... and to ensure that you can look to the left, there is also a hand that only you can see, pointing to you Point to the direction."

Ji Shanqing took a breath through his teeth.Although he doesn't need to breathe, all kinds of small movements are quite complete.

"You didn't see that hand...then can you see that there is a rope hanging in the night sky in front of me?"

Qing Jiuliu was startled, his eyes swept around in the night. "No, it's empty."

Both of them paused.

Although he didn't say anything, Qing Jiuliu knew that Ji Shanqing must have thought of it, and their vision was not safe; the scenery that appeared in their vision would be affected by the content of the picture they saw—the most annoying The point is that even if one person can see and the other can't, it doesn't follow that the noose certainly doesn't suddenly materialize and strangle the person as he walks past.

"Then...the No.11 painting you saw, isn't that black figure blocking your eyes?" Ji Shanqing confirmed in a low voice, "No.12 painting, your head and face didn't turn into a ball for me to see Messy and pitch black that will die if you die?"

Qing Jiuru glanced at the No.11 and No.12 pictures in front of him.

"I'm not boasting, but isn't it a bit wasteful to use my face for this?"

Ji Shanqing let out a short, soft breath, almost half a smile.

"That is to say, although the content of the eighth painting we saw is different, the purpose is the same, which is to let me never look to the right from there." Back to the same question. Why don't you let me look to the right? Just to make me doubt you, mistrust you?"

Qing Jiuliu didn't make a sound for a while, his eyes still stayed on the wall.

In the tenth picture specially prepared for him, it clearly shows the moment when "Ji Shanqing" turned his head to the left to look at the false road beside him.With his movements, on the right side of his exposed and elongated neck, several long and short cracks opened—as if his neck was a piece of bread, and when it was twisted, the tissue Broken, unable to support the epidermis.

In the No.11 picture, "Ji Shanqing" seemed to be scared, and took two steps back from the original place, just retreating to the position where Ji Shanqing himself was standing at this moment; Not a rope loop was hanging down, and "Ji Shanqing" was about to look to the right.

The facial features on that villain's face were like miniature carvings, clear and lifelike, exactly the same as Ji Shanqing himself.Judging from that villain's expression, he didn't realize that one side of his neck was split—it just so happened that Ji Shanqing himself didn't show the reaction of "split neck".

In the previous pictures, the black figure who was still lying on Qing Jiuliu's back had climbed down to the ground at this time, and stood right between the two of them, with his arms outstretched.

"Open your hands?" Ji Shanqing's voice trembled slightly after hearing his description. "Why do you open your hands?"

The reason is in the No.12 picture.

When "Ji Shanqing" turned his head to the right—that is, turned his head towards "Qing Jiuliu" in the picture, the same number of cracks were cracked on the other side of his neck.

With the neck broken on both sides, it is difficult to support his head; in this picture, "Ji Shanqing"'s head has fallen from the air, and his body is falling backwards limply.

Standing in the center of the two, the short black figure stretched out his arms with a hint of hunger, and was about to catch the head.

"So what are these wall paintings?" Ji Shanqing couldn't help asking, "A description of the real-time situation, a warning to the future, or a curse that will happen to us when we look at it? At present, it seems that All three."

As far as his mind is concerned, it's rare to have such a time when he has no clue - the same is true for Kiyokuru.

"So I just asked why you refused to turn your head, because I was afraid that you would tell me that you felt something wrong with your neck." Qing Jiuliu rubbed the center of his brows vigorously, sighed and said, "I don't understand either. On the surface From the looks of it, these stone wall paintings don't want you to look to the right... But we can still communicate normally. As long as we communicate with each other and explain clearly what we see on both sides, then there is still a high chance that you will not Follow the wishes of the stone wall, and still turn your head to the right."

"Yes, if we don't stop the communication between us, then it doesn't make sense for us to see two different sets of pictures." Ji Shanqing stared at the front and said, "Even if we can hide it for a while, we will find out sooner or later that we saw The paintings are different... What is in your No.13 painting?"

Although the "Ji Shanqing" on both sides is dead, but from the No.13 painting, the wall paintings have been reunified, and they have been faithfully corrected according to reality. No.13, No.14, and No.15 are all scenes where the two stand still and talk, just like now—even the details that Ji Shanqing never dared to turn his head are shown in the screen ; the rope ring and the little black figure also disappeared.

At the moment when he found that the rope circle no longer appeared in the painting, Ji Shanqing said that the night sky in front of him also returned to emptiness.

"Since you dare not turn your head to look," Qing Jiuliu suggested, "then we might as well do an experiment to see if these pictures can warn the future."

Ji Shanqing gave a "hmm" in no surprise; it seemed that if Qing Jiuliu didn't mention it, he would.

No one said what kind of experiment to do, and no one said when it would start; after a moment of silence, Qing Jiuliu suddenly raised his hand, and a hunting knife stabbed straight at the stone wall painting.

The hunting knife slammed, and a string of sparks splashed from the wall. Qing Jiuliu held the hunting knife and swiped it with his backhand again. The knife produced in the arsenal deeply cut the picture on the surface of the stone wall, and wiped the picture just now. The dozens of pictures I have seen all have a long wound.

"Okay," Ji Shanqing said in a low voice, "How is it? Did you just read it?"

"Yes," Qing Jiuliu asked, "Didn't you watch it just now?"

"Of course not," Ji Shanqing said.

Although the two did not discuss the experimental method in detail, their tacit understanding is indeed excellent. Just saying "Since you dare not turn your head to look" is enough to clearly indicate the division of labor: before doing it, Qing Jiuliu read No. Ji Shanqing did not have the contents of picture 16; at this moment, after Qing Jiuliu turned around, Ji Shanqing took a look at picture No. 16 again.

"What did you see just now?" Ji Shanqing asked from behind him.

"In the painting, I kicked the stone wall, and you threw a small round object towards the false road." Qing Jiuliu said this, only to realize that the hunting knife was still clutched in his hand, which was heavy. "What did you see?"

"What I saw...you drew a mark on the wall with a hunting knife." Ji Shanqing paused, and then said: "Just now... I did throw a special object on the false road."

The first half of this chapter went smoothly, but the second half got so stuck that I fell to the back of my heels. I changed 3 editions! ! !Recently, I go to bed in the morning every day, and I can't stand it anymore...