Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The house is small, but very tidy, and the decoration is full of medieval European aristocratic style.

There is a table, a chair, a bed, a pair of bedside tables, a wardrobe and a painting.

There are a few books on the table, a lamp on the bedside table, and a chandelier in the middle of the room - there are wires, at least it doesn't look like this is a pre-second industrial revolution timeline.

Ding Mu walked in, turned on the light, closed the door, and looked at the scene in the room vigilantly.

It stands to reason that the day of entering the mountain is not counted as the time for entering the mountain-this day is basically the time for removing the fog, so it is not counted within ten days-but he is still worried that there will be people like Hei Heze who are not affected by extreme conditions. Most things that are governed by the rules start at night.

After a preliminary glance at the scene in the house, there is nothing wrong.

Apart from the incomparably clear and compelling sense of staring as soon as he entered the mountain, there was nothing unusual about it.

To be on the safe side, he opened his eyes and looked again.

Apart from some sore eyes, there is nothing wrong with it.

When he was about to put down the bag on his body, his eyeballs suddenly hurt sharply. It felt like someone had taken a long needle, pierced his eyelids, and stabbed him hard. The brain, not even enough to churn in it.

The pain was so painful that he almost cried out at that moment.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before, as if his brain was about to be removed and his soul crushed.

He curled up in pain and squatted on the ground covering his eyes, and it took him a while to calm down the aftermath of the pain.

The moment he opened his eyes, he only felt that the things in front of him were blurred for a moment, like dizziness.

The feeling came and went quickly, like a nightmare, but he suddenly understood the meaning of Guan Yi's forbidding him to open his eyes on the way into the mountain.

It was just that moment, the eyes opened to discern a simple direction was different from concentrating on finding a clear direction, but it still made him so painful that he almost didn't want to experience it anymore.

It is conceivable that if he really sees the way forward in the fog for a long time, it will be a great torture to him.

He covered his eyes, and just called out: "Brother..." Then he suddenly thought: Guan Yi is not in the same room with him at the moment.

They separated.

This cognition made him a little blocked and a little bit wronged, just like when he was waiting for his parents to pick him up from school when he was a child, but he didn't wait.

He was used to Guan Yi's company, so he was not used to it when they were suddenly separated.

This won't work, he has to learn to survive by himself in the shadowy mountains.

He can't rely on Guan Yi all the time.

He can't be a drag.

Ding Mu walked into the room, put the bag on the table, and leaned on the table to look at the facilities in the house.

The bed looked very soft, the painting was just an ordinary landscape painting, and the windows were covered by thick curtains so that no light could pass through, so there was nothing unusual about it.

He tentatively walked to the side of the bed, pressed it, and it was indeed very soft, and it did not pop out as imagined.

It should be fine, his gut told him.

He went to bed, ready to take a close look at the oil painting.

The painting depicts a golden wave of wheat. In the wheat field, there is a closed door of a thatched house. There is a scarecrow in the distance, which has turned into a few black strokes because of the distance.

The whole picture is filled with a kind of ingenuity, and there is nothing special about it.

Ding Mu thought for a while, then took out a card knife that Guan Yi gave him before entering the mountain from his bag, pulled out the blade, pinched it in his right hand, and patted the oil painting with his left hand, wanting to see what was special about it. place.

"Bang bang" sounded twice.

The back of the painting is empty.

Ding Mu slowly took the painting off the wall, revealing the bare wall behind, and the hidden space he imagined did not appear.

He didn't care, and carefully tapped the paper with the back of the knife. This time, he didn't know where the force was wrong, and he knocked off the painting directly!

The painting was pasted on a wooden board, but there was some hollowness in the middle of the board.

Could it be that there is a mezzanine inside, something harmful is hidden or something... He was stunned, looking at the real "painting" that was exposed.

He felt that this piece of paper could not be called a painting, but it was indeed fixed in a wooden board, and a rectangular frame was dug out in the middle of the wooden board, becoming a "picture-in-picture".

Mountains within mountains, picture-in-picture.

This castle is really interesting.

There is only one paragraph on that piece of paper, four sentences, the same length, very neat.

"Witches are imprisoned in towers, demons fall into pits of serpents.

The poisonous snake died in the lion's mouth, and the snake's den would never see light.

The wizard's eyes were gouged out, and the devil's heart was shattered.

Tragedy will never end unless God sees the light of day. "

Ding Mu's eyes widened in surprise. Isn't this the last four lines of the "Long Poems of Samuel" he read at the last site? !

How could it appear here?

When he looked at the four lines of the poem, he always felt something was wrong.

Is there something wrong with this verse?

He looked at the poem, looked back and forth, didn't know what was wrong, frowned, and put the painting back, only to find that the landscape painting couldn't fit together, as if it had become the same as the frame. Like magnets, they repel each other.

He had to put the painting on the table and hang the poem back on the wall.

It's very late now, and I have to rest, but the housekeeper reminded me not to go out at night.

Then he can't go out to wash up, he can only deal with it with wet wipes, and look at other things in the morning.

After packing up, he took off his clothes and lay on the bed, not daring to turn off the desk lamp, his eyes closed.

When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly thought that the first line of the poem in "The Long Poem of Samuel" should be: "The witch died in the fire."

Before he had time to think deeply, he was immersed in a dream.