Quadruple split

As we all know, in most film and television works and literary works, the hero when a beautiful woman is in danger and the door closing in a horror scene have basically become conventions. Of course, we can also call them clichés, and the reason why clichés are They are clichés because of their frightening frequency of appearances.

To put it in a derogatory sense, it is called the sameness, but to put it in a positive sense, it is called enduring.

In any case, we must admit that these passages that have passed the test of time and still have a place in countless works today are indeed unique.

When a hero comes out to save a beautiful girl, it can not only prevent a beautiful girl from being raped by bad guys, but also highlight the hero's personality charm.

The haunted house automatically closes its door, which can not only frighten the young ladies and young wives, but also frighten the rough men.

Even if the routine is a bit vulgar, the fact that these operations can persist until now is enough to prove that the pleasure and urination they bring to people are genuine.

And when this kind of plot is separated from words, screens and other carriers and appears around people, the impact it brings will increase exponentially.

Take Yu Ying as an example. Although she was not touched by someone's previous 'heroic act', she was still frightened by the synchronized lights-out and door-closed killings, so that her entire brain went blank, except for Besides squatting down and shaking his head, he didn't even have the courage to look back at the door.

This kind of reaction, which can only be described as "free", made Mo Tan, whose heart rate had not fluctuated from beginning to end, extremely speechless, so he simply ignored Yu Ying and turned around lazily, his eyes Staring at the door that suddenly closed, he tried to adapt his vision to the darkness as quickly as possible.

It is worth mentioning that Mo Tan is not the kind of person who doesn't know what fear is. Although this guy is mentally ill, no matter what personality he is in, he has the same joy, anger, sadness, and joy as most normal people. , Fear of these emotions, it’s just that the thresholds of various emotions are different under different personalities.

For example, under an absolutely neutral personality, Mo Tan's various emotions are relatively normal. He will be happy about drinking a drink until he has another bottle, he will curse when he encounters a power outage before he can save the game, and he will complain about Yu Chen's follow-up. A thirteen-year-old kid who was unhappy after breakfast would frighten himself to death for a 'rehearsal' of watching a horror movie with Yu Chen.

Yes, this guy really wanted to take Yuchen to watch a ghost movie after he arrived in City B.

All in all, Mo Tan, who is absolutely neutral, is very popular in terms of emotional threshold, although occasionally due to the environment, emotions and other reasons, he will perform beyond the standard (such as thousands of zombies standing in front of him without changing his expression) or abnormally (such as because Yu Chen is talking to a little boy). I thought about it for a long time while eating), but generally speaking, I was still at the level of an ordinary person.

The other two personalities have nothing to do with the word ‘ordinary’.

For example, Mo Tan is in a state of chaotic neutrality at this moment. Although he also has the emotion of 'fear', the threshold that can stimulate this emotion in him is very, very, very, very high. Among them There is almost nothing that he can't convert into 'pleasure' for enjoyment!

Even if Futaba nearly found out his true identity several times, he would not be afraid of the prison sentence that would most likely befall him. Instead, he would happily enjoy the excitement brought by this thrill.

It can be seen that although Mo Tan still has the physical and psychological conditions for being 'cowardly', there are very few things that can really scare him. After all, in a sense, this guy himself is quite scary. Yes, so.

To give a not very appropriate example, the relationship between inktan (limited to chaotic neutrality) and those scary things is like the relationship between fire elemental golems or flames, although in extreme cases there is still the possibility of being harmed by the latter. possibility, but in most cases, there will be basically no chemical reaction between two parties with the same attributes or even the same concept.

To be honest, some horror elements that are simply scary and have no connotation will even scare him in turn, such as the strong banshee who was almost hugged just now, even though she has almost lost all her humanity. , but she still showed an expression of fear in the end, and even breathed a small sigh of relief after discovering that she was about to be purified by Yang Yan and had no hope of being taken advantage of by Mo Tanda.

This is a state that even Yu Ying and his ilk cannot catch up with.

With the help of a few rays of light seeping in from the window, Mo Tan regained his vision in less than two seconds.

At first glance, the surrounding environment seemed to be no different from before, but Mo Tan knew very well that just a few seconds ago, when the door suddenly closed and everything around him suddenly sank into darkness, there was something indescribable. The atmosphere that can only be described has spread quickly and spread to every corner of this big room faster than I can regain my sight.

It seemed that something was about to wake up, and what happened at this moment was the last time it babbled in sleep before it opened its eyes.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The voice resounding in my mind became clearer and clearer, as if it was urging something.

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows. He knew that he had to do something now, otherwise the threat the two of them would face might directly escalate to a 'fatal' level.

"Keep this position and don't move."

Mo Tan squatted beside Yu Ying, gently patted the girl's shoulder that was shaking at a high frequency, and said softly in a rare and serious tone: "Remember, before I send you a friend message, no matter what you see, Don’t react in any way to whatever you hear or feel, do you understand?”

After a second, Yuying nodded silently, and the frequency of trembling also dropped slightly.

It was obvious that Mo Tan's steady, reliable, gentle and sincere comfort made her feel much more at ease.

"Now, close your eyes gently and don't pay attention to the noise in your head. Don't be afraid, that thing can't hurt you."

Mo Tan rubbed Yu Ying's hair approvingly and said lightly in the latter's ear: "Relax, I won't let you leave my sight."

After saying that, he walked briskly and left Yuying's side without looking back, not letting the lagging guy stay in his field of vision for half a second.

That's right, the fundamental purpose of his warm and heart-warming comfort just now was simply not to let this cowardly and fussy woman delay him in doing his work. As for Yuying, who was obedient and stayed where he was, holding his head and guarding, would he? What kind of pros and cons there may be are completely beyond his scope of consideration.

To be honest, if it weren't for the worry that the mission would be suddenly interrupted or something else would happen after Yu Ying died, Mo Tan would probably have killed this woman who seemed to have suffered a comminuted fracture.

"Well, although it seems to be the same as before."

He automatically filtered out the noise in his mind, stood in front of a mural between two windows, tilted his head, and chuckled: "But if I remember correctly, there should have been only one magic lamp of acceptable taste here before. Here comes the chandelier."

'Tan Mo' in the painting is smiling with sunshine on his face, and the dirty color block behind him that seems to be set as sunshine is weird and twisted. If you look closely, it turns out to be twisted and painful faces, like dozens of matryoshka dolls. Stacked eyes.

"So what is this trying to say?"

Mo Tan showed a smile exactly like his own in the painting, and asked curiously: "You want to say that I am actually a little white lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, and touches the pure ripples without being evil?"

The next second, the Motan figure in the painting who originally squinted his eyes and smiled suddenly lost his color. Not only did he turn into a black and white painting that looked like a posthumous portrait, but he also suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the painting. Outside the frame, the whites of his eyes were filled with dense bloodshot eyes, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a sinister and terrifying smile.

From an objective point of view, this scene is actually quite scary. After all, anyone who sees himself suddenly transformed into a portrait in an oil painting and smiling so obscenely will feel a little uncomfortable, especially in the current environment. Under the background of , if you are immersed in it, even if you are scared to the point of leaking urine, it can be said to be excusable, but...

Analyzing Mo Tan in a chaotic neutral state from an objective perspective is not objective in itself.

This guy didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the black-and-white painting of himself and his eerie smile. Instead, he showed the same scary smile with great interest, and then pulled out a rolling pin-like thing from his bag. He poked the face of himself in the oil painting wildly, and commented and corrected him seriously: "Your posture is a bit inadequate. If you really want to scare people, why not just expose the part above the neck? After opening your eyes like this The visual impact must be in place, and your smile is too non-standard. Look at me, I am the same as you now, but if it is right, look into my eyes, and change it to this feeling, the overall effect will be It's much better at once, and you still have a mouth. The bigger the crack is, the scarier it is. You have to pay attention to the angle and muscle tension."

In this way, Mo Tan began to chatter non-stop about how to improve his painting style in the oil painting in front of him. What he said made him froth at the mouth and dance around, until the 'Tan Mo' in the frame pinched his own neck with a twisted expression. Then he reluctantly stopped preaching.

He had no choice but to stop, because the very next moment he took action in the painting, his own hands rose uncontrollably and reached towards his neck tremblingly.

'Tan Mo' in the painting smiled proudly.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have these hands!"

Mo Tan looked at 'himself' who had stretched his hands so hard that his joints turned pale, as if he had pinched out ten bloody wounds on his neck. He uncontrollably reached towards his neck and showed an approving smile: "Although for a second or so It’s delayed, but the ability to directly affect the target’s actions is pretty good.”

Mo Tan in the painting grinned, then used both hands to twist his neck into a twist, and then 'picked' it off from his neck with a terrible sound of tearing flesh and blood.

Mo Tan, who was still trying to strangle himself just now, grinned before the total delay of 1.21 seconds between the inside and outside of the oil painting was synchronized, that is, before he twisted off his own head.

The two arms that were originally controlled by some invisible force suddenly stretched out and directly took off the oil painting, shaking it violently without saying a word.

"You want me to be shaken by this level of spiritual suggestion? So that you can gradually accept the false fact that 'you' are 'me' and amplify the fear in my heart?"

Mo Tan sneered, his eyes full of teasing and contempt: "Haha, the idea is not bad, but it's a pity."

Uh-huh!

With an imperceptible sound, the curtains on both sides of the mural were instantly lifted by a huge force. The thin moonlight was replaced by a shadow before it could penetrate into the room, and Mo Tan's voice also stopped abruptly.

Mo Tan, who compressed his thinking process to the extreme, made a decision in less than half a second. Before the shadow completely blocked the hazy moonlight outside the window, he had already rushed to the two windows. The center is where the oil painting in my hand was just now.

The next second, he threw the mural in his hand face up.

At the same time, in the blind corner of Mo Tan's field of vision, a pair of huge eyes were fixed in front of the two windows. The two gray pupils filled with deathly silence suddenly shrank, staring at the only movement in the field of vision - the painting. The oil painting thrown out by Mo Tan!

[Sure enough, something strange seems to have appeared outside the window]

Mo Tan leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking at the face-up oil painting a few meters away with a smile. The guy who looked exactly like him had a gloomy expression on it, his eyes were filled with fear that was about to come out, and his mouth was wide open. , seemed to want to say something, but couldn't make any sound.

However, Motan still completed the interpretation through its mouth shape.

‘Help me and I will repay you! ’

This is the message that the monster in the oil painting tried to convey to Mo Tan.

"Bibi, Bibi, Bibi~"

Mo Tan also responded to it with an anxious look on his face.

The oil painting, which had no idea what it wanted to express, was confused on the spot, and its confusion did not last long. Two seconds later, the sunlight in the background of the oil painting had turned into blood at some point. Red seeped out from under the painting paper in the next few seconds, dyeing the entire oil painting red at an extremely fast speed, and the 'Tan Mo' in the center of the painting was screaming in despair. The sound was gradually dissolved and swallowed up, and finally turned into something that looked like a baby's skeleton and surfaced in blood. It was obviously caused by some strange and powerful force.

【Oh haha, so awesome~】

Mo Tan smacked his lips silently, watching what was at least an elite-level monster in the frame rippling in the blood, and immediately gained a new understanding of the existence directly behind him at this moment.

Can't afford to offend

Chapter 707: End