I eat candy in the horror world

There were many people around the door of Song Xifang's room, and everyone eagerly wanted to know what was tricky in the mask.

Lan Kang stood at the end of the crowd, he hissed, and said, "If it's not a righteous god, then it's an evil god, but you also said that the mask can't be thrown away, and you can't throw it away."

The red dress snorted coldly: "If you don't throw it away, the mask can only be hung on the door every day. If you lose it, you may be blamed by the 'gods'."

Dilemma, do not know how to choose.

"Actually..." a voice said weakly, "I also have that feeling of being peeped at noon."

"I have it too."

"I can't sleep at noon, and I feel it too."

That feeling was very subtle, and every time I turned my head, I didn't find any abnormalities. Everyone took it for granted that it was their own hallucination.

Now the young man turned the matter to the bright side, leading to the words of the guide's mother, there is no need to doubt, it is the paper mask that is staring at them at noon!

The problem of the mask could not be resolved, and people panicked, the guide came over, he seemed not aware of everyone's worries, and said loudly: "Okay, the lunch break is over, let's hurry up and visit the Baijia Painting Gallery next door. "

He glanced at the thing that was still held in Song Xi's hand, and said with a sinister smile, "Hang it up, it will take a long time, and the gods will be unhappy."

Song Xi and Li Zhong looked at each other, and reluctantly hung the mask back behind the door.

The Baijia Art Gallery is a free and open private art gallery, next to the small courtyard of the Han family. According to the introduction at the door, the owner of this courtyard lives abroad all the year round, and only comes back every three years when he worships his ancestors.

There is only one old woman who stays here on weekdays.

Before entering the gallery, according to regulations, everyone should take out the dangerous items on their bodies.

The person in charge of supervision was the old woman in black who burned paper that Song Xi and Zhang Qiulin saw last night.

The old woman was still dressed in black, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on her face. One of her eyes was covered with a white film, which should be a cataract.

Song Xichong nodded to the old lady, and cleaned out her pockets.

Only then did the old woman let her go, her gaze skipped over Jiang Su and fell directly on Wu Chuan's face.Wu Chuan was so weirdly stared at by him, he cleared his throat unnaturally, and took out his lighter.

"Also." The old woman said suddenly.

Wu Chuan groped all over his body, and finally found a nail scissors.

Song Xi: "..."

Jiang Su held the young man's hand tightly, walked inside, and was about to walk through the corridor and into the courtyard, the old woman shouted: "Wait a minute."

Her legs and feet were not good, her left foot was slightly lame, and her body swayed when she walked.In this situation, her movements shouldn't be very sharp, but the reality is just the opposite. In just a few steps, the old woman stood in front of the crowd, her arms stretched out, "Before entering the door, you must pray."

"This is not a temple or a Buddhist hall. Why do you worship?"

"This is where the ancestors of my Bai family are enshrined. Naturally, I want to worship them." The old woman had a tough attitude.

The guide also said: "This is the rule."

Everyone had no choice but to bow three times towards the gallery.

There are paintings of various styles hanging in the gallery, including oil paintings, traditional Chinese paintings, sketches, and even children's paintings with rough lines.

Judging from the yellowed paper of the children's drawings, many years have passed since the completion.

Song Xi asked Jiang Su: "Susu, can you draw?"

Jiang Su: "No."

With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the high-hanging picture frames, and commented: "The painting is really ugly."

Song Xi covered his mouth, "Don't talk nonsense."

He walked into this exhibition hall at random, but found that everything was weird.

Not to mention the unsigned paintings, just the white paper masks hanging from the ceiling are scary enough, as well as the deformed oil paintings placed in the glass wall showcases.

The color of the oil painting is very strong, the lines are messy, and a large number of color blocks are applied to fill it, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Li Zhong walked in from the outside, looked up at the paper mask, and whispered, "Why is there a mask here?"

"There are also other exhibition halls?" Song Xi asked.

"In short, I visited three exhibition halls, each of which has a camera." Li Zhong looked at the painting directly opposite, frowning uncomfortably, "What is the painting? Comfortable."

"I'm afraid only those who paint can understand." Song Xi stroked the broken hair on Jiang Su's forehead, "Let's go, let's go to the next one."

Jiang Su turned around, and the light walked against him, passing between his limbs, making him look slender and slender.

Li Zhong stroked his chin and said, "Your younger brother must be tall when he grows up."

"How do you know?" Song Xi asked.

"You can tell by looking at his bones." Li Zhong said, "Also, which child have you seen grow so tall at the age of five? His family's genetics are probably very good."

Song Xi was envious, he really wanted to grow taller, three centimeters would be enough!

The two followed Jiang Su to the next door. The paintings here are relatively normal, they are traditional Chinese paintings, most of them are splash-ink paintings, and a few are landscape paintings.They went to another room, full of sketches.

The strange thing is that there are no facial features on the sketched figures, only a blank face.

Li Zhong felt heartbroken, he took the child by the collar with one hand, and Song Xi's arm with the other, and quickly left the exhibition hall, went to find a place to sit in the yard.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his hands, and cursed: "What the hell is this painting gallery, there are not many normal paintings."

Song Xi was about to speak when he suddenly found the old woman in black standing in a corner covered by a tree, looking in a certain direction.

Following the other party's line of sight, Song Xi saw Wu Chuan coming out of an exhibition hall.

He originally thought that something would happen to Wu Chuan who took the green pastry dotted with it, but more than half a day has passed, and he is still alive and well.

The old woman left after standing in the corner for not long, as if the hasty glance just now was Song Xi's hallucination, and what disappeared at the same time was the guide who had been guarding them all along.

He patted Li Zhong on the shoulder and said, "Accompany me to a place."

"But the guide didn't mean..." Li Zhong hesitated to speak, Song Xi said, "The guide is gone."

Li Zhong looked around and got up in a hurry: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up."

According to memory, Song Xi and Li Zhong found the wall that was splashed with paint water last night, but the strange thing is that the wall was as clean as new, with nothing on it.

"It's gone?" Song Xi jumped over the bushes and rubbed his fingertips on the wall, which didn't look like it was newly painted.

"You saw the scene here through this wall last night?" Li Zhong leaned up and smelled it. "If it was a newly painted wall, it would be impossible to do it in such a short time."

Song Xi moved two steps to the left, put his fingers through the hole, and then looked down at his feet.There was not a single leaf on the lawn at the front, obviously someone was cleaning it meticulously.

Since there are people who are often active nearby, it is impossible for people from the Baijia Art Museum not to notice such an obvious hole.The only explanation is that they didn't take this little matter to heart at all.

"Hey, are you okay!" an exclamation came from an exhibition hall.

Song Xi and Li Zhong hurried over with their children, only to find that Wu Chuan fell and hit his head on the steps, breaking a hole.

Blood ran across his eyebrows, dripped onto his eyelashes, and dripped down his lids into his eyes.

His healthy eyes instantly turned blood red.

"Grass, who tripped me just now!" Wu Chuan bit his cheek, looking fierce and angry.

"Who are you wronging? It was clear that you fell down by yourself just now, and none of us walked by."

"That's right, it's because I don't have eyes when I walk."

"No, someone of you must have tripped me, I can feel it!" Wu Chuan was so angry that he felt that someone was trying to trick him.

"You should wash your face first and clean up the wound." Lan Kang pointed to his forehead, "There is a lot of dust around your wound."

Wu Chuan stared hard at the people around him, and turned around angrily.He searched around the gallery but couldn't find the bathroom, so he grabbed the old lady in black who happened to be passing by, "Ask, where is the water pipe?"

The old woman stared at his forehead and said, "Come with me."

Wu Chuan followed her to a room in the corner. The room was decorated in an antique style. There were silk curtains hanging on the Babu bed.

The old woman led him around a screen, and behind it was a wooden barrel, with a water pipe connected to the top of the barrel, and a water outlet at the bottom directly connected to the sewer.

Wu Chuan stuck his head under the water pipe, and the icy water rushed down, and he shivered violently.

The old woman left quietly and closed the door for him.

Wu Chuan seemed to have sensed it, and immediately rushed to the door. When he found that the people outside were about to lock the door, he was anxious, and slammed into the door forcefully.

Caught off guard, the old woman was knocked out by the force and fell to the ground.

She stood up viciously, pointed at Wu Chuan and said, "You must be crazy!"

Wu Chuan panted heavily: "What are you doing locking the door?"

"I didn't lock the door." The old woman said and pointed to the door knocker. "The door knocker is broken. I just adjusted it."

Wu Chuan looked over and found that one of the door knockers was indeed deformed and loose. He did not relax his vigilance because of this, and shouted outside: "Someone help me!"

After a while, someone really came.

The person who came was a big star who had almost no intersection with him.

The big star was holding a burden in his hand, and he didn't feel impatient when he was called over. He even asked him with a good attitude, "What's wrong?"

Wu Chuan glanced behind him, there was no one else, presumably the others didn't want to come because they were afraid of getting into trouble.

Wu Chuan: "I want to clean the wound, can you watch the door for me, okay?"

Song Xi took Jiang Su and followed Wu Chuan into this room for the first time. Both the floor and the furniture were very clean, and it could be seen that someone cleaned it frequently.

He stood on the outside of the screen, hugged Jiang Su and sat on the stool, and the sound of water kept coming from the inside of the screen.

Wu Chuan seemed a little scared. Within three seconds, he couldn't help shouting:

"Song Xi, are you still there?"

Song Xi: "Yes, hurry up, the tour guide said that the visiting time is coming to an end."

"Oh." Wu Chuan's wound became more and more painful for some reason. He gently brushed the edge of the wound with his fingertips, and felt something warm flow out.

He looked down at his hand, blood was flowing all over it.

"What's going on..." He murmured and walked to the mirror opposite the barrel, the face of the person in the mirror was covered with blood, the small wound seemed to be torn open, and the blood trickled out along the bridge of his nose and temples Random flow.

"How could this happen!" Wu Chuan shouted in horror.

Song Xi rushed in immediately, but stopped at the screen and didn't go any further. He saw a mask stuck on the back of Wu Chuan's head, and under the round hole for the eyes was not Wu Chuan's hair, but a patch of white.

"Wu Chuan, calm down first." There was tension in his voice, and at the same time, he pushed Jiang Su who was beside him to his back with his backhand, and firmly protected him with his hands.

Jiang Su grabbed the clothes on the young man's waist, and said in a calm voice without any emotion, "You have a mask behind your head."

After a second of astonishment, Wu Chuan hopped and pulled his front and back hair like crazy.

With a snap, the mask fell to the ground.

Wu Chuan froze there, his eyes met those white eyes behind the mask.He was stiff all over, but still mobilized all his strength to kick the mask away.

The paper mask was so light that it didn't fly too far.

Wu Chuan had the illusion that it would come again, and backed away in fear.Song Xi pressed his hand against the approaching person, tightened his fingers, and pulled the clothes on his shoulders to drag him out.

Outside the door, everyone gathered around, some short ones were looking in on tiptoe.Seeing that the door was opened, and the two people who came out were fine, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Qiulin stared at the wound on Wu Chuan's forehead and asked, "Why is your wound getting bigger and bigger?"

Wu Chuan was not in the mood to answer the questions. He had a strange feeling in his heart that the mask was still on the back of his head, but everyone couldn't see it.

Song Xi let go of Wu Chuan's hand, glanced at the old woman and the guide who were quietly standing aside, "The tour is over, can we leave?"

The old woman passed the crowd with a terribly gloomy expression, especially when she passed by Wu Chuan, she gave him a vicious gouged look, as if she was very dissatisfied with his safety and well-being.

With a bang, the door was closed, and the guide said, "Let's go, let's go to the next place."

"I don't want to go." Wu Chuan was frightened, he wasn't sure if he would run into other things if he continued to walk along.

The guide glanced at him, uncharacteristically easy to talk: "Then you go back and have a good rest."

There were also masks in the room, Wu Chuan didn't dare to stay alone.Except for Song Xi, Li Zhong and Zhang Qiulin, the others, including Lan Kang, seemed to know what he meant, and took a step back tacitly. In the end, Li Zhong said that he was willing to stay in the small courtyard of the Han family to accompany him.

Wu Chuan, who was accompanied by someone, was in a much better mood. Standing at the gate of the Baijia Painting Gallery, he thanked Song Xi.

Song Xi said no, and told Li Zhong: "Be careful."

Li Zhong nodded, and watched the big troops leave, and went to the next visit point.

The next stop is the shrine.

The ancestral hall was on the other side of the river. The guide did not take them across the bridge, but took a long detour and stepped on a row of stone piers standing in the river.

The buildings on this side of the shore are almost replicas of the other side, and the houses in the whole town are almost exactly the same.

Song Xi walked at the end with the child. When he passed an alley, he stopped and looked towards the end.

Lan Kang noticed his strangeness and fell back from the front.At the end of the alley sat a pale man, his cheeks were almost out of shape, he was sitting there in a white shirt, holding a pen in one hand and a palette in the other.

It was the painter of that night.

"Want to go and have a look?" Lankang asked.

Song Xi was about to speak when the hem of his clothes was pulled a few times. He looked down and saw Jiang Su pointing in a certain direction.

Here comes the guide.

Song Xi and Lan Kang, like elementary school students who were caught by the head teacher and distracted in class, hurriedly hugged Jiang Su and walked towards the guide.

Seeing the two of them catching up with the team again, the guide's face turned pale. He introduced to the "tourist" as he walked: "This half of the town has actually existed for a longer time. When we go out from here, we can see the earliest ancestral hall. It has existed for more than 400 years and has been rated as a national cultural relic building protection unit."

Song Xi silently memorized this paragraph, thinking that after returning, he might be able to find another Linnan Town in reality according to this information as before.

The guide led everyone into the ancestral hall, crossed the threshold, and looked up to see the rows of densely packed and neatly placed memorial tablets.

There is no name on the tablet, no date of birth or date of death, and there is only one incense table in front of the stage, with a square incense burner and offering fruits placed on it.

The guide pointed to the tablet and said: "These people have made contributions to the town, not just us, you should also remember them."

Zhang Qiulin said puzzledly in Song Xi's ear:

"What does this have to do with us? They're not my relatives, so why write it down."

Song Xi didn't speak, and silently counted the number of tablets in the vertical and horizontal columns, and then did a simple multiplication.

While making difficult calculations, I heard Jiang Su say: "484."

He lowered his head and looked at the little boy, feeling despised.

Zhang Qiulin on the side was shocked by this huge number, "So many?"

The guide allowed everyone to visit freely, while he walked into a room, took out several bills and placed them side by side, and then went to find a rag to wipe them clean.

That posture seemed to be purposely welcoming a new tablet.

This move stunned everyone, and they even heard the guide humming a song in a good mood.After a while, I saw the guide enter the room again, took out a black tablet and put it on the table.

After finishing all this, he patted the dust on his hands: "Okay, today's schedule has come to an end. If you have no objections, we will go back to the Han's small courtyard to rest."

The newly placed tablet was like a needle on everyone's throats. None of them said anything, and they all guessed who the tablet belonged to.

Most likely, it was Fatty who had died, and Wu Chuan who got the green pastry.

On the way back, the atmosphere was quite heavy. When passing by the alley, Song Xi looked inside again and found that the painter was still there.

This time, his easel was placed at a different angle, diagonally facing the back wall of a house.The painter is holding his pen, looking up at the gray sky.

Song Xi also looked up at the sky.

It was cloudy, and the sun had been hiding in the clouds since they came here.

When they went back, they still hadn't passed the bridge. Song Xi was afraid that Jiang Su would roll off the stone pier, so he bent down to pick him up, and after walking for a while, he put him on the ground.

Jiang Su pursed his lips, "You don't like hugging me as much as before."

Song Xi thought about it, and decided to tell him the truth: "Because you are heavier than before, it is a bit difficult for me to hug you."

Jiang Su: "..."

The child's face was tense, obviously very dissatisfied with the young man's words, "That's because you are too weak."

Song Xi didn't think so, and pointed out the other party's problems: "It's because you grow up too fast."

Mentioning this, Jiang Su stopped talking.

Song Xi pulled the child to a stop, squatted on the ground and asked him, "Susu, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

Jiang Su took the initiative to stretch out his little finger, hooked the young man's hand and shook it twice, with a pitiful voice: "Brother, can you not ask?"

Song Xi immediately softened. Jiang Su did have many doubts, but he didn't care.If the child wants to harm him, there are too many opportunities in the middle.

Everyone has secrets, so if you don't tell them, there is a reason not to tell them.

Song Xi sighed, and obediently picked him up from the ground.

Jiang Su hugged the young man's neck as he wished, put his small face on the side of the young man's neck, and said softly, "Thank you brother."

Song Xi rubbed the child's head hard a few times, thinking to himself that he, an adult, would be eaten to death by the child, and I don't know where Jiang Su's observation ability came from, but he could always accurately hit his head. weakness.

Zhang Qiulin saw that he was struggling to hold the child, "Why don't you let him go down by himself, I think the ground is quite flat."

Song Xi was concentrating on watching the road, and said casually that it doesn't matter.

On the contrary, Jiang Su turned his face slightly, and his eyes became cold. He looked at Zhang Qiulin without blinking, as if he wanted to poke two holes in the other's face.

Zhang Qiulin silently turned his face away, feeling terrified in his heart, how could the eyes of a child be scarier than that of an adult?

The small town has a large area, with all kinds of roads criss-crossing. When they returned to the Han family courtyard, it was already after four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky began to darken.

Just as the first person stepped on the stone steps, a sound of panic came from inside, followed by someone rushing out from inside.

The one who rushed out was Wu Chuan, followed by Li Zhong.

Seeing that everyone had come back, he even shouted: "Stop him, don't let him run away!"

The few people standing at the front quickly raised their hands and hugged Wu Chuan who had bumped into him.Wu Chuan was possessed, howling indiscriminately, beating and kicking his limbs indiscriminately, and several people were affected.

There was no way, everyone could only press him to the ground and put his hands on his back.

Li Zhong wiped his sweat profusely: "Send him back to the room first."

Wu Chuan's mood fluctuated greatly. He was panicked for a while, and panicked for a while. He kept looking around, obviously wary of something.

After Song Xi brought Jiang Su back to the room, he went to Li Zhong's room alone, "What happened?"

"I don't know either." Li Zhong said with his head in a state of distress, "It was fine at the beginning, but after going to the toilet, he became like this."

Song Xi said: "I heard he kept talking about ghosts."

Li Zhong nodded: "I heard that too, but I didn't see anything dirty."

"It seems that the problem lies in the few minutes you went out." Song Xi said.

Li Zhong: "Time can't be turned back, who knows what he bumped into." He thought for a while, and in the whole team, he was the one with the strongest body, "How about changing the new girl in my room with Wu Chuan tonight? , I will guard him tonight."

Song Xi: "It should be guarded. In the afternoon, the guide took us to watch him set up a tablet."

Li Zhong was taken aback: "What's the card?"

"Tablet, a wooden tablet for the living to pay homage to the dead." Song Xi twitched the corner of his lower lip with a half-smile, "A very special tourist item."

Li Zhong was stunned: "Can it still be like this?"

If they encountered such a guide in reality, the tourists would have been overwhelmed.It was only here that they were so aggrieved and forbearing.

"Be more careful tonight." Song Xi raised his hand, wanting to pat Li Zhong's shoulder, but saw a pair of round eyes at the door.

Jiang Su held onto the door frame and was looking at the young man, "Brother, I'm afraid to be alone in the room."

Li Zhong pushed Song Xi, "Hurry up and nurse the child."

Looking at Jiang Su's height, which was obviously higher than that of a five-year-old child, Song Xi thought to himself, it's okay now, if it gets bigger, he really won't be able to breastfeed anymore.