Qingjiuliu stared at the paintings on the wall for a few seconds, then turned to look at Ji Shanqing.
At this moment, the gift bag was so scared that he unknowingly shrank his shoulders, even his sleeves were trembling slightly, and refused to approach his only companion - according to Lin Sanjiu, this trait was "timid"
It is inherited across the two forms of gift package and data body, and it is indeed true.
"Didn't you even glance at me with your peripheral vision?" He thought for a while and asked. "For example, my hands, the corners of my clothes... you didn't see them?"
Ji Shanqing thought for a moment and frowned: "...Nothing."
From the tone of his voice, he also felt that something was wrong; even if he was a confused Ji Shanqing, he was still Ji Shanqing.
"Wait a minute, the painting on the wall keeps preventing me from looking to the right," he said mid-sentence, then stopped. "...Why?"
"You never looked at me from beginning to end, so only I can think of this answer." Qingjiuru said slowly, "The content of the paintings we saw is different."
Ji Shanqing was startled, then realized - the advantage of dealing with smart people is that you only need to clear up one doubt for him, and the rest of the links will be like electric sparks jumping continuously, lighting up a path in the dark.
Passage. His next sentence took a few reaction steps, and it was only Qingjiu Liu who understood it: "The ninth painting you saw is on the right side of the stone wall?"
Ji Shanqing said personally that he had found the ninth painting; coupled with "never looked to the right" and "so Ji Shanqing could not have thought of it", Qing Jiuliu could conclude that what the two saw was
The most reasonable logical explanation for the conclusion that the contents of the pictures are different is that Qing Jiuziu also saw a "ninth picture" on the right side of the wall - so he realized that the pictures they saw were not the same one.
"When you asked me to look at the eighth painting, you didn't raise your hand?" Ji Shanqing asked as if sighing.
Qingjiuru glanced at the seventh painting on the wall and said, "Of course not. Then wouldn't it mean that I made the same action as shown in the seventh painting? I'm not as stupid and bold as your sister.
"
At this time, Ji Shanqing seemed to be unable to help but defend his sister - fortunately, he still knew his priorities clearly, endured it, and said: "What is in the eighth picture you saw?"
content?"
"Anyway, I stopped you and didn't let you turn around." Qingjiuru muttered, "I described it to you in detail. What's the use except making you more scared?"
Ji Shanqing nodded with concern; but he still refused to turn his head, his eyes only stared at the left side of the stone wall, and even his peripheral vision avoided staying clear for a long time.
"In short, now it seems that starting from the eighth picture, the pictures we see are completely different... and in order to ensure that you can look to the left, a hand that only you can see appears and points to you.
Point in the direction."
Ji Shanqing took a breath from between his teeth. Although he didn't need to breathe, he was quite complete with all kinds of small movements.
"You didn't see that hand... Then can you see that there is a rope loop hanging in the night sky in front of me?"
Qingjiu Liu was startled, and his eyes swept around in the night. "No, it's empty."
They both paused.
Although he didn't say it out loud, Qingjiu Liu knew that Ji Shanqing must have thought that their vision was no longer safe; the scenery that appeared in their vision would be affected by the content of the pictures they saw - the most annoying thing
The important point is that even if one person can see it and the other person cannot, it cannot be concluded that when he walks over, the rope loop will definitely not suddenly become a reality and strangle the person's neck.
"Then... the eleventh painting you saw, wasn't the black figure blocking your eyes?" Ji Shanqing confirmed in a low voice, "In the twelfth painting, your head and face did not turn into a ball for me to see.
The messy darkness that will make you die?"
Qingjiuru glanced at the eleventh and twelfth pictures in front of him.
"I'm not bragging, but isn't it a bit of a waste to do this with my face?"
Ji Shanqing let out a short, gentle exhale, almost half smiling.
"That is to say, although the content of the eighth painting we saw is different, the purpose is the same, which is to make me never look to the right from there." He whispered: "In this way, it will be different again.
Back to the same question. Why don't you let me look to the right? Is it just to make me doubt you and distrust you?"
Qing Jiuli remained silent for a while, his eyes still fixed on the wall.
The tenth picture specially prepared for him clearly shows the moment when "Ji Shanqing" turns his head to the left to look at the false road beside him. As he moves, he reveals
Yes, there were several long and short cracks on the right side of his elongated neck - it was as if his neck was a piece of bread, and when it was twisted, the tissue broke and could no longer support the epidermis.
In the eleventh picture, "Ji Shanqing" seemed to be frightened, and took two steps back from where he was, exactly to the position where Ji Shanqing himself was standing at this moment; but there was no light in the night sky.
There was no rope loop hanging down, and "Ji Shanqing" was also preparing to look to the right.
The facial features on the little man's face were as clear and lifelike as if they were slightly withered, exactly like Ji Shanqing himself. Judging from the look on the little man's face, he didn't even realize that one side of his neck was cracked - just right
, Ji Shanqing himself did not show a "neck cracking" reaction.
The black figure who was still lying on Qingjiuru's back in the previous pictures has climbed down from the ground and is standing between the two of them, with his hands spread out.
"Open your hands?" Ji Shanqing's voice trembled slightly after listening to his description. "Why should you open your hands?"
The reason is in the twelfth picture.
When "Ji Shanqing" turned his head to the right, that is, towards "Qing Jiuliu" in the picture, the same number of cracks appeared on the other side of his neck.
The neck that was broken on both sides could no longer support his head; in this picture, "Ji Shanqing"'s head fell from the air, and his body was falling softly backward.
The short black figure standing in the middle of the two people stretched out his arms as if he was hungry, and he was about to catch the head.
"So what are these wall paintings?" Ji Shanqing couldn't help but ask, "A description of real-time situations, a warning for the future, or a curse that will happen to us after seeing it? At present, it seems that
All three."
Judging from his mind, he probably rarely has such a clueless time - the same goes for Qing Jiuru.
"So I asked you why you refused to turn around just now because I was afraid that you would tell me that you felt something was wrong in your neck." Qingjiuru rubbed the center of his eyebrows vigorously, sighed and said, "I can't figure it out either. On the surface.
It looks like these stone wall paintings don't want you to look to the right...but we can still communicate normally. As long as we communicate with each other and explain clearly what we see on both sides, there is still a high chance that you will not
If you follow Stone Wall's wishes, you will still turn to the right."
"Yes, if we don't prevent the communication between us, then there is no point in letting us see two different sets of pictures." Ji Shanqing stared ahead and said, "Even if we can hide it for a while, we will find out sooner or later that we have seen
The paintings are different... What’s in your thirteenth painting?”
Although "Ji Shanqing" on both sides is dead, starting from the thirteenth painting, the wall paintings have been reunited and revised faithfully according to reality. The thirteenth, fourteenth and
Fifteen, it was a scene of the two standing motionless and talking, just like now - the details that even Ji Shanqing never dared to turn his head are also shown in the picture; the rope loop and the small black figure also disappeared
Already.
The moment he discovered that the rope loop no longer appeared in the painting, Ji Shanqing said that the night sky in front of him also returned to emptiness.
"Since you dare not turn around and look," Qingjiuru suggested, "then we might as well do an experiment to see if these pictures can serve as a warning for the future."
Ji Shanqing said "hmm" without any surprise; it was as if if Qing Jiuliu didn't mention it, he would.
No one said what experiment they were going to do, and no one said when they were going to start; after a moment of silence, Kiyokuru suddenly raised his hand, and pierced the stone wall mural with a hunting knife.
The hunting knife banged, and a string of sparks splashed from the wall. Qing Jiuru held the hunting knife and made another stroke with his backhand. The knife produced by the arsenal deeply cut through the pattern on the surface of the stone wall, completely removing the pattern just now.
The dozen or so pictures I have seen all open a long wound.
"Okay," Ji Shanqing whispered, "How was it? Did you just read it?"
"Yes," Qingjiuru asked, "You didn't look at it just now, did you?"
"Of course not," Ji Shanqing said.
Although the two did not talk about the experimental methods in detail, their tacit understanding was indeed excellent. Just one sentence, "Since you dare not turn around and look", was enough to make the division of labor clear: before starting, Qingjiuru first read the tenth
Ji Shanqing did not have the content of the six pictures; at this moment, after Qing Jiuliu turned around, Ji Shanqing took a first look at the sixteenth picture.
"What did you see just now?" Ji Shanqing asked from behind him.
"In the painting, I kicked the stone wall, and you threw a small round object towards the false road." After Qingjiuru said this, he realized that the hunting knife was still clutched in his hand, and it was heavy. "
What content did you see?"
"What I saw is... you used a hunting knife to draw a mark on the wall." Ji Shanqing paused and then said, "I just... did throw a special object towards the false road."
