I eat candy in the horror world

The mask was tightly adhered to the skin. People standing near the beard saw that the stiff mask was like ice melting into water, bit by bit invading the skin on the face and becoming one with it.

The bearded man was not in a hurry to grab the mask, but scratched the back of his hand vigorously.

There were more red spots on the back of the hand, and the intense itching was burning in the heart and scratching the lungs.He scratched harder and harder, and finally took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

Only then did everyone see that starting from his wrist, red dots spread all over his skin, even his chest and abdomen were not spared.

He was like a monkey crawling with lice, itching and scratching urgently and hard, shouting and jumping on the ground, his skin was red from being scratched, and many bloodstains appeared on his nails.

"Come and help me, please come and scratch me, it's itchy, it's really itchy." The bearded man roared loudly, probably thinking that scratching his upper body was not enough, he actually took off his pants.

From the point of view of skin conditions, it is very similar to itching caused by allergies.

Just when everyone was about to react, the bearded man suddenly went crazy, threw the bamboo curtain floating in the water tank, and plunged his head into the water.There was only a bang, and water splashed everywhere, and everyone subconsciously hid.

The water just reached the neck of the beard, surrounded by pulp debris floating around, and attached to the skin, forming a gray-white line.

The bearded body suddenly relaxed, and the tormenting itch subsided, only concentrated on the side of the neck.

He took a long breath and said to the others: "It's much better."

No one doubted his words, so they relaxed and prepared to continue to do their own things.

The beard was soaked in the water and refused to come out, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he started scratching the skin on the side of his neck again, complaining, "What's going on here, it's getting more and more itchy."

Everyone's hearts were raised immediately. From Zhang Qiulin's perspective, he happened to see the dense red spots on his neck. He stepped back unconsciously and said to Lan Kang beside him, "Look at his neck."

The beard is like an unconscious machine, and the nails scratched the skin without noticing it, and the movements became more intense.

"Don't grab it!" Song Xi was disgusted by the blurred flesh and blood, and stepped forward to try to drag him out.

The bearded man growled irritably, "Don't come over!"

His hands were very fast, the gaps between his nails were full of blood, and the eyes of the surrounding crowd gradually widened, watching his crazy actions in disbelief.

The good skin has turned into festering mud, and the beard has not stopped.

Blood began to flow down the side of his neck, staining the water tank red, and the milky white liquid changed from pink to bright red, which was shocking.

The water in the tank kept shaking with the movements of the beard, but the blood flowing from the side of his neck gradually decreased.

People will go into shock after losing blood to a certain extent, but in this world, the bearded man has been squatting in the water tank until the blood runs out.

The two eyes under the mask were wide open, and a little bloodshot wrapped around the eyeballs could be seen through the holes.The mask covering the face was loose, and the rigid facial features made by the mold had a vivid and painful expression, and no one dared to come closer to check.

After a long time, someone finally said, "Why is he not moving?"

Jiang Su asked Song Xi, "Brother, is he dead?"

The words of the innocent and immature child's voice made people feel cold all over the body. Li Zhong picked up a bamboo pole and poked his bearded shoulder from a long distance away.

After several rounds, Li Zhong said: "Dead."

"How is it possible!" The two ponytails covered their mouths and hid, "How could a person give his own artery to..."

"Nothing is impossible." The red dress glanced at her, "Anything weird can happen here."

Zhang Qiulin was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is the paper still made?"

"Of course." The guide came in from the outside leisurely, as if he had just had breakfast, with his tongue sticking to his cheeks and squeezing between his teeth.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the dead beard and glanced at it, then threw it back into the water in disgust, and said to the woman who had been quietly guarding in the corner, "Find someone to drag him out."

The person came quickly, two men lifted the upper body of the bearded man, and the other was responsible for lifting his feet, quickly carried the person out sideways, and threw him into the river.

Hearing the huge splash from the corpse, Song Xi shuddered, thinking of the tablet in the ancestral hall.

The 486th one is obviously prepared for the beard.

Seeing that everyone was absent-minded, the guide applauded vigorously to attract everyone's attention, "Making paper is a job that requires patience and concentration. I hope everyone can cheer up and finish it as soon as possible."

In fact, even if the guide does not urge you, everyone will try their best to finish it as soon as possible.

People died in this place, and everyone felt unlucky, especially the jar of blood-stained water had been kept there, and every time it passed by, it was scary.

After the guide urged, he walked aside, folded his arms, and stared at the yard with an attitude of watching the show.

Song Xi, Li Zhong, and Hong Na looked at each other and planned to leave.As soon as I stepped out of the gate of the experience hall, I saw many people approaching aggressively from the other side of the alley.

At the forefront are the homestay owner and the painter.

Song Xi grabbed Li Zhong to block himself, "It should be looking for me."

"Then what should we do?!" Li Zhong was in a mess, the guide knew them, and hiding in the experience hall was simply not feasible.

He asked, "Are you sure the boss recognizes your face?"

Song Xi was very sure, the two had met and talked, unless the boss lost his memory, it was impossible not to recognize him.

"..." Li Zhong got an affirmative answer from Song Xi's desperate expression. Looking at the townspeople approaching step by step, he embraced the young man and Hong Na, and hooked Jiang Su with his feet, "Go back inside first." .”

Jiang Su dodged flexibly, stood in place and said, "Swap your clothes, both of you."

Li Zhong was speechless: "They recognize your brother's face, not the clothes, so it doesn't matter if you change them or not."

Jiang Su didn't make a sound anymore, his eyes were oppressive.

Li Zhong was able to look at the child for two seconds at first, but soon retreated, the other party's eyes made him very uncomfortable.

"Change, change, change now!" He said to Song Xi in a rough voice, "Hurry up!"

Song Xi glanced at the guide and the guard woman, seeing that they were not paying attention to their side, he quickly took off his clothes and exchanged them with Li Zhong.

The townspeople followed the painter into the experience hall. The painter glanced at the tourists present, turned his head and said to the owner of the hotel, "You remember me, find it."

The boss stepped out from the crowd and looked at each one to identify them.

Song Xi hugged Jiang Su, buried his face on the child's neck, and kept hypnotizing himself: "I don't recognize it, I don't recognize it, I don't recognize it..."

"It's noisy." Jiang Su's tone was impatient, and he pressed his hand firmly on the young man's shoulder, with a sense of comfort, "Relax, she can't find you."

When Song Xi peeked at the painter killing the rabbit before, he found that the painter had a sharp blade between his fingers.

He knew that kind of blade, specially used to replace the old-fashioned razor head, and it was extremely sharp.

With just a light swipe from the fingertips, the skin will be cut open, and the flesh will bleed.That's how he should have killed Fatty.

The locked studio seems to be a forbidden area for painters. If the boss finds out, Song Xi has no doubt that he will be the next person to be bloodletted.

The hand holding Jiang Su tightened unconsciously, her tone was not panicked, even a little joking, "Susu, do you want to protect me?"

The back that was pressed by the palm of the young man was slightly stiff, Jiang Su pushed it twice with his hands, and ordered irritably,

"Don't hold it so tightly."

Song Xi relaxed a little, distracted and looked straight ahead.

The boss is very serious about looking at the face of every tourist, from the forehead to the nose, then from the nose to the lips, and finally the clothes.

When it was Li Zhong's turn, the boss's eyes paused for a moment, and his eyes flicked several times on the obviously tight clothes on the other party's body. He looked away slightly puzzled, and began to observe the next one.

Li Zhong is only the first hurdle, and Song Xi knows that the more serious ones will come later.

As the boss's footsteps approached, Song Xi was a little nervous and his breathing became short of breath.He was afraid that if he was recognized, it would affect Jiang Su, "Jiang Su, you go down first, and I will hug you after they are all gone."

Jiang Suxu tightened his arms around the young man's neck, "No."

Song Xi: "..."

Jiang Su looked into the young man's eyes unhappily and asked, "You don't believe me?"

Song Xi's lips moved, and seeing the child's eyes darken, he hurriedly said, "I believe, the person I trust the most in the whole world is you!"

Jiang Su was obviously pleased, and patted Song Xi's head affectionately, "Then what are you afraid of?"

The two were talking and didn't notice anything else. When they noticed, the boss was already standing in front of Song Xi.

Just like everyone before, the boss's gaze carefully scanned Song Xi's facial features, skipped Adam's apple, and came to his clothes.

After staying for a moment, her eyes returned to Song Xi's face.

The boss was confused, this face had very little presence in her mind, and she forgot what the other person looked like in just two or three seconds.

After looking at it a few more times, she returned to the painter, thought twice, and gave her answer honestly: "No, that person is not here."

The painter paced back and forth angrily, grabbed his hair vigorously, then turned around abruptly, and left the experience hall full of evil spirits.

Someone in the crowd sighed: "I don't know whose family should suffer."

The words came true very quickly. In the afternoon, a family lost their sheep.Eventually the body was found floating in the river.

The neck of the sheep was cut open, and the blood was drained.

The people in the town were in an extremely bad mood, with gloomy faces, and some even rushed to the small courtyard of the Han family, pointing at Song Xi's nose and yelling at them.

"You must have angered him. Since you came, the old woman guarding the painting gallery died, and the painter also took our livestock to vent his anger! You are a bunch of disaster stars! Why are you still not dead, why!"

Song Xi just thought it was funny, "Why didn't you say it was a disaster when you pulled us on the back?"

The townsman's face turned blue and white, his eyes dodged, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Song Xi walked over and met the townspeople face to face, "The painter has been stealing your poultry and livestock. You must hate him very much. But what can you do? He and Miss Bai used to be lovers. You dare not provoke him, you can only Swallow your breath."

The townspeople's expressions changed drastically, and they took a step back, only to be pushed back by Hong Na.

Hong Na crossed her arms and asked with a strong momentum, "If the artist disappears one day, the town will be calmer."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The townspeople panicked and wanted to leave in another direction, but Li Zhong stopped them.

It is a good thing for someone to come to the door on their own initiative, so as to save extra effort to find someone to ask. Song Xi put on a discussing tone, "We just want to ask you something, there is no other meaning."

"I don't know anything!" The townspeople were at a loss, their eyes fell on the gate of the courtyard eagerly, hoping that the guide's family would come back to save him.

"My question is very simple. When did the painter start killing animals, how did Miss Bai die, and how is her relationship with the painter?" Song Xi lowered his tone, "After you finish speaking, we will let you go."

Everyone in the town was ordered to silence, and he dared not say a word.

Hong Na clicked her tongue, "Stop talking to him, Song Xi, didn't you bring a knife, go straight to him."

In fact, Song Xi's saber had never been sharpened. It was fine for peeling fruit, but not so good for cutting people.He clenched the handle of the knife in a dignified manner, and the cold blade pressed against the townspeople's necks.

Li Zhong is strong and fit to play a threatening role, "If you don't say anything, you can only cut your neck and let the blood out for the painter to use as paint. And you can't blame us for your death, the people in the town will only I thought it was the painter who did it, and no one would dare to avenge you."

The townsman's legs were shaking, his face was pale, "I'll answer your three questions."

Song Xi didn't withdraw the knife, but pressed it forward.

The townspeople broke out in cold sweat, and tremblingly said: "The painter came to the town more than three years ago, and he had already lived in that homestay at that time, and left after staying for three days."

The painter came back less than a week after he left, and he still didn't stay long. After staying for half a month, he left again.Before leaving, the painter left some paints at the hotel and told the boss not to touch his things, and he would come back.

About half a month later, the painter returned to the small town with big bags and small bags, signed a long-term contract with the owner of the homestay, and rented it for five years at a time.

Shortly after this, the town began to lose livestock and poultry.It is often found that it is lost on the first day, and the body will be found in the alley or under an excuse the next day.

This happened more and more frequently, but the murderer could not be found.

In the early winter of that year, the house bought by the Bai family finally lived in people, and it was Miss Bai's family.Miss Bai is gentle and beautiful, and she talks softly to people. She is a woman who loves painting. She sits at home sketching and painting all day long, and is taken care of by the old lady who has been looking after the Bai family's house.

Once sketching on the bridge, Miss Bai met the artist.

The two are talented and beautiful, and the townspeople are very optimistic about this marriage. They talk about it with envy and blessing after dinner.

But half a year later, the two had a quarrel because Miss Bai discovered the painter's secret.

It turned out that the dead animals in the town were all the masterpieces of the painter.

He sneaked into the townspeople time and time again, stole cats, dogs or domesticated poultry, killed them and collected the blood for painting.

When Miss Bai found out, she couldn't accept it at all, and even proposed to break up, and said that she would drive the artist out of the town.

But she loved too deeply and her will was not firm enough, but she forgave him without principle after being coaxed by the painter a few times.

……

Speaking of this, the townspeople wrinkled their facial features in disgust, "Miss Bai was originally a kind person, but she must have been poisoned by the painter to become a lunatic like the painter."

After the two reconciled, the painter no longer secretly killed animals behind Miss Bai's back. He blatantly bought chickens and ducks from the townspeople half-forcibly, and taught Miss Bai how to do it, how to take blood without leaking, how to use Blood and paint bring out the most perfect colors.

Miss Bai resisted at first, and many people saw her crouching by the river and vomiting in disgust.

Gradually, this kind of situation became less and less. Later, the old lady of the Bai family saw her young lady kill cats and dogs with her own eyes, and her actions were neat and quick.

This is very different from her own quiet and elegant temperament, which makes people feel strange and strange, and the people in the town are increasingly rejecting her.

The painters became more and more crazy about painting with blood. At first they just bought some small animals from the townspeople, and later they started to think about cattle and sheep.If everyone is unwilling, they will use more drastic methods to get rid of it.

The Bai family is a big family in the town, and even the widening of the river in the town is paid by the Bai family.

No one dared to really annoy them, so they could only suppress their dissatisfaction and obey on the surface.

Everyone thought that this kind of aggrieved life would last for a long time. One day, half a year later, Miss Bai died.She died in the bathtub with a long gash on her neck from a sharp weapon...

This memory made the townspeople a little excited, "The hole was very long, and the blood flowed into the barrel, staining the bath water red!"

Miss Bai's death was a sensation, and there was only an old lady in the Bai family. At that time, many people in the town went to help, and naturally many people watched the fun, including Song Xi who was in front of them.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his violent heartbeat, and continued: "No one knows how Miss Bai died, because no one saw anyone entering or leaving her room."

"The old man in the town said that she and the painter had committed too many crimes and had received retribution."

Song Xi asked: "Then when did Miss Bai become the god of the town?"

"..." The townsman didn't want to say it, but the knife on his neck didn't allow him to hesitate, so he said unwillingly, "On the first seven days, Miss Bai came back and never left. She didn't know who the murderer was, so she let The old man in the pastry shop makes a basket of twelve-color pastries every day. Today these twelve people will eat them, and tomorrow they will eat them by another twelve people. Whoever is unlucky enough to eat the color of death will die the next day... "

This is not far from what I guessed before.

After listening to the townspeople's narration and combining the artist's various actions, the three of them agreed that the one who killed Miss Bai was the artist.

Hong Na said: "Miss Bai didn't suspect that the painter is the murderer?"

"How is it possible!" Although the townspeople hated the painter, they would not accuse him of false accusations. "The painter and Miss Bai have a very good relationship. Except for that quarrel, I have never seen them blushing. The painter can't be the murderer. It's retribution. It must be retribution... We can't escape the town, we can only die tragically one by one..."

The information he wants to know has been obtained, Song Xi let go of the knife, and Li Zhong and Hong Na also stepped out of the way.

The townspeople left for a long time, and the scene remained dull, only the sound of Jiang Su peeling the melon seeds.

He got off the stool and handed the paper cup to Song Xi: "Eat it, it's all peeled."

Song Xi: "..." He took the paper cups in his hand naturally, and ate them one by one.

Hong Na turned her eyes away speechlessly, and had the illusion that the senior and junior were on vacation.She cleared her throat and said, "I believe you all have the same idea as me."

Li Zhong: "I also think the painter is the murderer."

"The painter's greed is increasing day by day. At first, he only persecuted small animals. Later, he needed to hurt cattle and sheep to satisfy his desire to kill. To be honest, I am not surprised that he will kill people." Song Xi threw melon seeds into his mouth after speaking. Son, twisted another one and stuffed it into Jiang Su's mouth.

Jiang Su chewed carefully, and opened his mouth to the young man after eating, "Ah."

Seeing the child's "o"-shaped mouth, Song Xixin felt soft and picked the biggest one for him.

The behavior of the young man made Jiang Su a little happy. After eating, he raised his hand and patted Song Xi's shoulder hard, like a sensible little adult, "Eat by yourself, I don't want it anymore."

Li Zhong was greedy, and stretched out his hand, "Give me some."

Before Song Xi had time to express his opinion, Jiang Su took the lead in objecting: "No."

For some reason, Li Zhong was a little afraid of this child.He drooped his head to grab a handful of melon seeds, and peeled them bitterly.

Hong Na was puzzled: "In this case, why did Miss Bai let him go, and even gave him the privilege to go out at night."

There are so many monsters in Linnan Town at night, ordinary townspeople dare not go out at all.

Except for painters.

Song Xi still remembers the first time he saw the painter. He stood in the darkness where the light couldn't reach, and the edge of the darkness was bleeding.At that time, he should be committing massacres.

His uniqueness is not only revealed in his ability to go out at night, but also his calm attitude on weekdays.

Song Xi suspects that he is the only person in the town who has not received a death pastry.

The word death is easy to say, but when you step on the middle line between life and death, I believe that no one can not be afraid and not shrink back.Especially someone like a painter who has a passion for painting, he is not willing to die at all.

For a painter, not being able to pick up a paintbrush anymore is the most terrifying thing in the world.

If he'd ever received a death pastry, he wouldn't be so at ease.

"Why else, it's because of love." Li Zhong said while nibbling sunflower seeds, "Love can blind people's eyes, and it can make people learn to deceive themselves and others."

Song Xi: "...It sounds like you are a person with a story."

Li Zhong waved his hands, "You'll know when you meet someone you like. Miss Bai loves painters so much that she can give up her principles and go along with him. How can she believe that her lover will kill her?"

Jiang Su looked up at Song Xi, "Love?"

Song Xi explained gently: "It is the person who may spend the rest of your life with you."

Jiang Su focused her eyes, "Song Xi, if you and I can live forever, then you will be my lover?"

Tongyan Wuji, Tongyan Wuji.Song Xi corrected seriously: "You can't say that. You are a younger brother, I am an older brother, and we are brothers. There is a prerequisite before becoming a lover. Both parties must be in a romantic relationship."

Jiang Su didn't know if he heard it, and murmured, "Forever." Then he lowered his eyes to look at the young man's paper cup, half of the melon seeds were missing.

He grabbed another handful from the bag on the table, and quietly peeled it off.

Song Xi: "..." I really feel that I and Jiang Su are people living in two worlds.