I eat candy in the horror world

The experience hall is made of traditional rice paper, and the raw materials have been prepared. They only need to use bamboo curtains to make paper, and then brush it on the kang to dry.

This seemingly simple thing is quite difficult to do. It requires high control of strength and stability. In addition, everyone has hidden things in their hearts. For three hours, no one copied out the perfect rice paper.

The red dress angrily smashed the bamboo curtain to the ground, "They are clearly trying to embarrass us on purpose!"

The woman came over, knelt down to pick up the bamboo curtain, and wiped the dust off it with trembling fingers.

She raised her head and stared at the red dress with disgust, "Your dissatisfaction and anger will only make you die faster." She stood up, her eyes seemed to be foggy, out of focus, but with strong emotions, "But it's okay , everyone is going to die anyway.”

"What do you mean?" Song Xi asked.

The woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she raised her finger to the young man, "You will die." She moved her feet slightly, and pointed her finger at the second person, "You will die too, and you!"

"One day all the people here will die, no one will be left, no one will be left..."

After finishing speaking, she laughed maniacally, but quickly regained her composure, and pinned her disheveled hair behind her ears, "This bamboo curtain is dirty, I'll go get a new one."

Watching her leave with light footsteps, the scene was filled with a suffocating heaviness.

"Did you hear what she just said?" Lan Kang kept tightening his grip on the bamboo curtain, "She said we are all going to die."

"She was scaring us." The red dress pretended to be calm, and no one saw her hands tightly twisted in front of her after she turned around.

The new bamboo curtains were brought over by the women. This time, everyone's mood was heavier than before, and no one was talking.

Jiang Su really couldn't see Song Xi's clumsiness, so he stretched out his hand, "I'll do it."

Song Xi wiped off his sweat, stepped aside, and watched the boy perform with his arms folded.

Jiang Su's papermaking posture is very good, and he is able to control the strength of his hands to shake the bamboo curtain in a small and fast way. The paper pulp that was originally piled on top slowly takes shape and spreads smoothly on the bamboo curtain. .

"Grass, I have been busy for so long, and there is not a child who can play around." The bearded man threw the bamboo curtain in his hand angrily, and looked around with his hips crossed, wanting to learn some skills.

Jiang Su brushed the copied paper on the kang, then turned around to get another sheet.

Soon, the second one was ready, and he turned to Song Xi and said, "Go get someone to come over."

Song Xi was stunned by his skillful movements, he was slow to react, and hurriedly called the woman.The woman was very satisfied with the fineness of the paper, and turned around to whisper a few words to the guide.

The guide showed a thoughtful expression, walked over, and announced: "Song Xi and Jiang Su will not join the group from now on, and all the rest of their time is free activities."

This news caused great excitement for everyone, and it was very important for them to get rid of the control of the guide.Without further ado, everyone immediately immersed themselves in copying paper, looking forward to becoming the next free man.

Song Xi took Jiang Su away from the experience hall with ease, stood at the entrance of the experience hall, and looked at the same long and narrow alleys on the left and right without knowing what to do.

He asked Jiang Su: "You choose a direction."

Jiang Su: "Go to the right."

Without hesitation, Song Xi really walked to the right.The alley was longer than he had imagined, and the further he went, the more empty the back was, making one feel that something would follow.

This torture didn't last long, and the alley came to an end.

Song Xi turned a corner at the end and saw a wider road.Standing at the intersection and looking into the distance, a woman is painting on the stone arch bridge.

Judging from his figure, he should be the same person he saw on the boat that day.

Song Xi hugged Jiang Su tightly, "Susu, let's go and have a look?"

"Are you afraid?" Jiang Su asked back.

"No." Song Xi said with a hard mouth, "I just feel a little cold and want to hug me tighter."

Jiang Su glanced at the arm that encircled her. On the fair-skinned forearm with smooth lines, the veins protruded, quietly betraying the master's emotions.

He asked Song Xi to put himself on the ground and took his hand, "Let's go."

Song Xi was almost led by Jiang Su all the way, and he didn't regain the initiative until he stepped on the stone arch bridge.Habitually, he took Jiang Su behind him, and walked behind the Huahua woman in one go.

The woman's back was facing the two of them, her waist-length black hair was incredibly soft and shiny.Her figure is slender and slender, and she can be seen faintly. A thin red silk scarf is hidden in her hair and wrapped around her neck.

Song Xi opened his eyes wide in surprise. He remembered that this was the woman who splashed paint on the wall in the Baijia Painting Gallery on the first night of coming here!

Instinct told him that he had to run now, but his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground with super glue, and he couldn't move an inch.

Looking over the woman's head and shoulders,

Song Xi saw the painting she was creating, which was a simple facial outline.

Only the eyes were drawn on the outline, and they were two black holes, looking at him quietly.

Song Xi woke up like a dream, and almost cried out. He covered his mouth, and found that he could move again, and immediately pulled Jiang Su and ran down the bridge.

Jiang Su's hands didn't feel warm for some reason, and his fingertips were cold. He looked back and found that the child's face had been buried low, and his legs were in a strange posture, as if he was running on tiptoes.

Something flashed through his mind, and Song Xi couldn't catch it. At this moment, his mind was full of taking the boy away quickly.

The road ahead became very long, and it was still daytime, but the light dimmed, gray mist crept into the street, and darkness flooded into his vision, blocking his steps.

Song Xi didn't know where to go, he could only stare at the opaque darkness.

"Su Su." He swallowed hard, breathing loudly, "You are beside me, right?"

In the dark environment, Song Xi couldn't see Jiang Su, but only knew that he was still holding a hand in his hand.That hand was too cold, with slender fingertips, a little sticky, as if he had long nails.

But Jiang Su's nails were round and clean, it was impossible for him to feel this way.

Song Xi panicked, and he didn't know where the courage came from. After letting go of the opponent's hand, his fingertips groped along the back of the opponent's hand.

The arm connected to the wrist is very long, the length of an adult.Song Xi quickly withdrew his hand, pretending not to notice anything, "It's too dark here, it's inconvenient for me to lead you, you can go by yourself."

The man didn't speak, but there were footsteps.

Song Xi bit the bullet and took a few steps forward, then suddenly ran wildly.The footsteps quickened, and he felt a hand reach out from behind and land on the back of his neck.

Like a poisonous snake, it swam along the skin behind it, touching the artery on the side of his neck bit by bit.

Song Xi realized what the other party wanted to do, and kicked back into the darkness.It seemed that he missed nothing, his body fell back uncontrollably, and he sat down on the ground.

The dull pain shot up all the way from the tailbone, and the pain made people tremble.

"Song Xi!" Jiang Su's voice suddenly sounded, making Song Xi, who closed his eyes and endured the pain, stunned for a moment.

He quickly opened his eyes and met a pair of familiar eyes.Jiang Su's face was close at hand, with worry and dissatisfaction, "Why are you dragging her away all of a sudden?"

Song Xi didn't quite understand what he meant.

Jiang Su frowned: "When she turned her face away, you grabbed her and ran away without bothering about me."

Song Xi: "..."

"Maybe I pulled the wrong person out of desperation." Song Xi didn't remember that the woman turned her face away, so he asked, "Then did you see her face?"

"No." Jiang Su's brows frowned even tighter, "I'm too short, and I was blocked by you, so I couldn't see anything."

Song Xi was drenched in cold sweat. He leaned against the wall and said weakly, "Why I don't even remember."

Jiang Su said, "I'm trapped."

The boy's face was dark, and he forcibly inserted his hand into the young man's palm, "Grasp it firmly this time, and I can't let go again."

Song Xi instantly remembered the touch of that hand before, and grasped Jiang Su's hand like a life-saving straw, "Why don't you find a pair of handcuffs and handcuff the two of us together."

Jiang Su: "...No."

Song Xi was talking for fun, trying to brighten up the atmosphere, but he didn't feel unhappy when he heard the words.He turned his head to look around and asked, "What about the woman just now?"

"I don't know. When I chased you, you were already sitting on the ground." Jiang Su glanced behind the young man, moved his lips a few times, and choked out a sentence, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Song Xi wanted to pretend to be a tough guy, but as soon as his foot stepped out, the pain made him gasp.

Jiang Su muttered: "I know it's tough."

Song Xi smiled embarrassingly, rubbed the position of the tailbone, and sat there for a while, the bones should not be broken, but there should be bruises.

With the injured, the speed of the two people's actions was obviously much slower.

Song Xi limped away from the alley, stubbornly trying to find the painter's whereabouts.Jiang Su couldn't resist him, and followed beside him with an unhappy face.

The shops on both sides of the street were open during the day, and the bosses and customers inside were in a normal mood, but when strangers came in, their faces were visibly stiff.

Song Xi walked into a sewing shop, where the boss was cutting clothes.He glanced up to the door, then turned to fetch new fabric.

"Boss." Song Xi asked politely, "I want to ask you, do you know where the artist lives?"

The boss smiled sinisterly, "Mr. Painter is elusive, no one knows where he is."

Song Xi nodded, and asked a more direct question, "Then tell me, is there any pattern in the colors of pastry decorations?"

"What's the use of finding out so clearly, maybe you will be the next one." The boss took out a stack of colored paper from the cabinet, picked it up and compared it to Song Xi's, "This color suits you very well, I'll make it for you in advance How about a shroud?"

Song Xi had no expression on his face, "Thank you, save it for you to wear."

boss:"……"

After leaving the tailor shop, Song Xi asked several people in succession, but no one told him where the painter was.

It's been like this until noon, and I'm hungry.

Song Xi led Jiang Su back to the small courtyard of the Han family, and found that the food was already on the table, but none of the others came back.

The guide mother came over with a blank face, "No one else came back, so you can eat alone."

The dishes on the table are already cold, and I don't know how long they have been ready.Song Xi picked up the bowls and chopsticks, gave Jiang Su his least favorite tomato, and turned to ask the guide mother: "Auntie, there is always a sister in a white dress in the Baijia Art Gallery, do you know who she is?" ?”

"It's the youngest granddaughter of Mr. Bai." The mother guide lowered her head and said, "She is a good person, a very good person, it's a pity..."

She raised her head and made a silent gesture, "Don't disturb her, especially when she is drawing."

Song Xixin said, it was late, I was disturbed just now, and almost got killed.

The two of them had lunch, and the others hadn't come back yet. Seeing that Jiang Su was listless, Song Xi wanted to take him back to his room to have a rest.

Behind the door, the mask hangs quietly on a nail.

Song Xi didn't dare to stare at them, and pushed Jiang Su to climb onto the bed, leaned on the bed, and patted the boy's back lightly.

Jiang Su's body was curled up, facing the young man, probably because his body was too thin. Song Xi suddenly realized that Jiang Su felt a sense of fragility at this moment, and his movements could not help but become gentle, fearing that he would be patted apart all of a sudden.

At noon today, the rooms on the left and right were empty, and it was surprisingly quiet.

Jiang Su's breathing became lighter and lighter, his body gradually relaxed, Song Xi also became sleepy, and his eyelids began to fight.

Click, click, click.

Click, click, click.

Song Xi opened his eyes suddenly, feeling the shade behind him, stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt, wrapping himself and Jiang Su in it.

Tap, tap, tap... Tap, tap, tap... The strange noise is getting louder and louder, as if it is sticking to the ear.

Song Xi's eyelashes trembled, he shrank his shoulders, and a stream of air flowed down along the contours of his ears, trying to hold the quilt tightly. He grabbed the quilt even harder, and hooked Jiang Su's arm with his other hand.

The airflow circled outside for a while, and he suddenly felt that something was moving the quilt under his feet.

Song Xi kicked his feet hard, sat up suddenly, picked up the sleeping child and threw it on his back, and rushed to the door quickly.

With a snap, the mask fell to the ground.Its stiff white lips moved slowly, forming a curved arc, and the holes in the eyes were filled with white.

Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on it hard, and directly stepped on the mask in half.

The cracked mask returned to normal, lying lifeless on the ground, Song Xi raised his legs and stepped over, opened the door and ran out.

Jiang Su woke up on his back with a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Song Xi: "..." It is difficult for ordinary people to sleep so soundly under such circumstances.

"It's nothing." When he woke up, Song Xi didn't want to recite it anymore, because he found that Jiang Su seemed to be heavy again, so he was... quite fascinated.

Jiang Su rubbed his eyes and looked around: "Did you not come back?"

"Not yet." Song Xi found that the guide's mother, who had been busy in the yard, was gone, and the entire Han family's small courtyard was ridiculously empty.

He turned around and turned his attention to Grandpa's room.

The door of the room was closed tightly, seducing Song Xi to do something bad. He endured it for a few seconds, but couldn't help it, and took out a multifunctional Swiss Army knife from his pocket, which was specially prepared before going to climb the mountain.

He came to the room of the wizard grandpa and knocked lightly on the door.

After several times in a row, there was still no answer in the room, and it was quiet.Song Xi rolled his eyes and knocked on the next two doors, but there was still no one there.

The guide's parents and grandpa were absent.

Song Xi turned his head and said to Jiang Su, "Go and guard the gate, I'll go in and have a look."

Jiang Su let out an "oh" and stood still.

Song Xi gave him another wink, popped a blade out of the saber, stuck it in the crack of the door, and pried the old-fashioned bolt inside neatly.

With a click, the lock unlocked.

As the door was pushed open, a strange smell spread from inside.Song Xi looked back at Jiang Su, the child was gone, and he should have gone to the gate of the small courtyard.

He didn't go deep, and stood at the door to find the switch and turn on the light, and the messy room was completely exposed in an instant.

The furniture inside is very simple, tables, chairs, and beds are all clear at a glance, and the most eye-catching thing is the diagonally right corner of the wall.There is a workbench set up there, full of colorful ores and grinding devices.

Walking closer and counting, there are a total of twelve colors, including green and yellow-green representing the death forecast.

Song Xi memorized these colors in his mind, and left quickly. Just as he closed the door behind his back, Jiang Su suddenly walked in from the gate of the small courtyard, "They're back."

After locking the door with a bang, Song Xi went to the door and found that not only the guide parents and grandpa were walking in this direction, but also many other people in the town.

They were muttering to each other, and when they were approaching the door, they seemed to be jealous of his existence, and all of them shut their mouths at once.

Looking at this posture, it looks like he just came back from a meeting elsewhere.

Song Xi greeted the guide's mother and signaled Jiang Su to follow him. After they turned into an alley, they suddenly stood still and listened to the movement outside.

"It's useless to die. When they are all dead, it's our turn."

"An extra day is a day, just let fate."

"Still can't find that person?"

"I can't find it. It's said that no one went to Bai's house that night."

The discussion became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the ears.

These words made Song Xi fall into deeper doubts, but he can be sure of one thing, the "they" in the townspeople's mouth naturally refers to tourists, and "it's our turn" means not only tourists, but also the natives of the town also faced the danger of being irresistible.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the streets in the town were deserted, and many shops had already closed early.

Song Xi searched every street, and finally found the male painter in a remote alley.

The artist changed into overalls today, and wore a white T-shirt with a lot of paint on it.He stood at the other end of the alley, staring at a cat motionless.

The cat is a cheese cat wearing white gloves. It is round. The artist seems to find someone watching him from behind, and turns his head back.

Song Xi didn't know what was wrong with him, so he immediately took Jiang Su to hide.

After waiting for several minutes, when he looked over again, the painter was no longer there.That end looked like a dead end, and Song Xi was debating whether to go and have a look.

"Brother, shall we go there?" Jiang Su said, "That cat was so cute just now."

Song Xixin said that you are cuter, and nodded immediately: "Let's go, go and have a look."

When we got to the end, we found that it was not a dead end, but the alleys connected to each other were so narrow that only one person could pass through.Song Xi was worried that Jiang Su was walking behind him, so he pushed the child to the front, put his hands on his shoulders, and walked forward little by little.

At the end is a homestay. The owner of the homestay is dressed up and is painting his nails.

The nail polish came not in a normal nail polish bottle, but in a white snuff bottle.The translucent texture of the snuff bottle matte makes the nail polish look more like a dark red.

Probably because he had seen too much blood in this world, Song Xi was somewhat repelled by this color, so he turned his eyes away and tapped a few times on the front desk cabinet.

The boss didn't raise his head, and blew on his nails, "I don't have any vacant rooms here."

As we all know, apart from their group of tourists, there is nothing else in the whole town, and the absence of a room is probably just a refusal.

Song Xiwen said softly: "We are not staying here, but we just want to ask you about someone."

Apart from the entrance of the alley where he and Jiang Su were, there was only one way to go along that alley, and at the end of the alley was this B&B, the painter must be here.

"Who is it?" The boss finally raised his eyes to Song Xi, "I'll listen to you."

Song Xi: "Have you ever seen a male painter in overalls?"

"I haven't seen it." The boss's face turned cold, and he waved his hand like chasing flies, "Hurry up, don't block my business."

Song Xi decided to take a gamble and took out all his money. Since the buildings and people in the two worlds overlap, then the desires should also be similar.

Looking at the pink banknotes on the table, the boss let go and said, "I remembered, there is indeed a painter living here."

She roughly counted the amount of banknotes, curled her lips in satisfaction and said, "He booked my homestay and paid enough for five years at once."

"That's a big deal." Song Xi followed her words, "It seems that Mr. Painter is very rich."

"Isn't it?" The boss took the money, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said in a light tone, "Let me tell you, the painter... what is he doing? I seem to have forgotten."

Song Xi has no money on him, only a watch left.

He took off the watch and put it on the table. He didn't notice Jiang Su's dark eyes, and said again: "Think about it carefully, what happened to the painter?"

The boss had a smile on his face, and looked at the sparkling diamonds on the watch against the light, "He, he has become crazy about painting, every room upstairs is full of his paintings."

"Has he never left the town?" Song Xi looked at his watch reluctantly, forcing himself to look away.

"Leave?" The boss sneered and said with a gloomy face, "little brother, for your generosity, my sister told you that no one who has entered Linnan Town can escape."

Hearing too many similar words made his ears callous. Song Xi didn't take it seriously, and said politely: "Can I go up and have a look? To be honest, I am also a painting lover, and I would like to ask Mr. Painter a question."

He is soft on people, even if the boss accepts something, it is not easy to refuse.She sat back on the stool, picked up the nail polish again, and said, "Go up, I'll pretend I didn't see it. Oh, by the way, the artist lives in Room 209."

Song Xi said thank you, and pulled Jiang Su upstairs.

As the boss said, the entire second floor is the painter's space. Although every door is closed, the smell of paint is very strong, and it scrambles to come out from under the door.

The shoes creaked on the wooden floor.Song Xi came to the door of the painter's room, raised his hand and knocked lightly a few times.

The painter opened the door, looked at the strange young man outside and narrowed his eyes: "May I ask who you are?"

"I'm a tourist living in the small courtyard of Han's family. I heard that you can draw, and I have something to ask you for advice." Song Xi kept in mind the boss's words about the artist's quietness, and spoke softly, so as not to offend others.

The painter covered his mouth and coughed, and looked at the young man. After a while, he narrowed his eyes, smiled, and said, "Come in."

Song Xi nodded gratefully, and followed the painter into the room.There are many paintings hanging on the walls of the room, the smell is very strong, and I don't know if it is an illusion, but he actually smelled a bit of blood.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, and said the twelve colors in his mind in one breath, "If green exceeds yellow-green, then blue and blue-green should also be adjacent, as well as blue-purple and purple... ..."

"That's what you want to ask?" The painter chuckled sarcastically, "You're right. In addition, red-purple and red, red-orange and orange, yellow-orange and yellow are also adjacent. These colors are in accordance with the correct Arranged in sequence, it is called the Eden color circle."

Song Xi asked, "What order is correct?"

The painter raised his eyebrows and said methodically the correct order of colors.After a pause, he raised Song Xi's chin with interest, "I heard it just now, you told the boss that you learned painting, why don't you even know such basic knowledge?"

The painter's fingers are cold and seem a little sticky, like the slippery touch of snakeskin.

Song Xi took a step back and said cautiously, "I'm still a beginner."

The painter approached the young man, and once again raised his hand to touch it, but was pushed back by a sudden force and hit the easel.

The easel wobbled and fell to the right, bringing down a second easel, followed by a third, and a fourth, like dominoes, and all the easels in the room fell to the floor.

"My painting...my painting!" The painter got up,

It is difficult to accept everything in front of you.

He turned angrily and looked at the instigator. It was a little boy who he hadn't noticed since he entered the door.

With his back turned to him, the little boy took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Song Xi, commanding with a serious expression: "His hands are too dirty, wipe his chin clean."

The painter's touch was really disgusting, Song Xi subconsciously rubbed it with the back of his hand, but there was nothing.

The little boy stubbornly raised his hand, not paying any attention to the furious man behind him.

The strong sense of being ignored made the already angry man even more annoyed. He clenched his fists and rushed forward. He was about to punch Jiang Su when he suddenly heard the little boy say, "Your paint is spilled."

The painter turned around reflexively, and noticed that there was a small iron bucket lying horizontally among the fallen easels.

All the red liquid that was originally contained in the iron bucket spilled out.

Song Xi felt that the sticky texture was familiar, so he approached and touched a little with his hand before the painter knelt down to clean it up.

Rub your fingertips together, put it on the tip of your nose and smell it.

The smell of blood was mostly covered by the smell of paint, so it took a lot of care to distinguish it.He had smelled this smell just yesterday, and it was the same as the liquid that the fat man was splashed on before he died.

Song Xi hugged Jiang Su and backed away from the painter.

The painter didn't care about them at all, he seemed to have lost his most beloved child, knelt on the ground, holding the paint mixed with blood with his hands desperately.

"Mr. Painter, are you okay?" Song Xi didn't plan to leave now, he had a vague feeling that he would find something else later.

The painter knelt for a while, seeing that there was no way to get all the liquid back into the small iron bucket, his hands limp and limp, and his legs slowly straightened up.

He raised his head, with an exaggerated smile on his face, "It's okay, I still have, I still have a lot."

While speaking, he walked past Song Xi and walked out of the room to the opposite room.

He opened the door, and Song Xi saw that it was full of small iron buckets, each of which had no lid.

They are densely arranged on the ground, perhaps due to the large number of them, the strong and pungent smell of paint, the bloody smell that was not very present has also become distinct.