The first volume of the funeral Chapter 2 Thirteen People
The two men walked cautiously towards the small village.
Ke Xun's eyesight has always been good, but the small village in the distance still looked blurry, with only a rough outline, like a low-pixel photo or an ancient painting.
"What the hell is going on..." Wei Dong walked beside him tremblingly, using talking to ease the fear in his heart, looking around constantly, "Is this really not a dream? Has the earth been invaded by aliens? Damn, I don't want to die! The Wei family's ancestral athlete's foot cannot be stopped in my generation..."
"Shut up for a moment," Ke Xun lowered his voice, "The more confused you are about the situation, the calmer you need to be. You've wasted your time watching the horror movie."
"Why the hell does it have to be a horror movie? It can't be a porn movie?!" Wei Dong didn't dare to speak louder and lowered his voice.
Ke Xun was actually feeling very nervous as well.
The current situation happened too suddenly and too bizarrely, anyone would be confused.
Wei Dong was obviously frightened out of his wits. Both of them couldn't panic. One of them had to remain calm - at least appear calm on the surface.
The two tried to walk as lightly as possible. In the silent night, all movement seemed exceptionally loud, and in the dark and blurry places around them, there seemed to be some suppressed things or sounds that were about to burst out.
As we got closer to the small village, the scene in front of us became clearer and clearer. In the thick night fog, a dilapidated house made of earthen walls and mud and grass slowly appeared before our eyes.
There were seven or eight people standing on the outskirts of the village.
"Someone!" Wei Dong called out softly, with surprise, fear and joy in his voice.
The fear comes from not being sure whether that group of people are actually people or “people”.
Ke Xun narrowed his eyes and looked at it, his voice more joyful: "It's a person."
He saw with his own eyes that there was a person inside fiddling with a cell phone.
Cell phone addicts are truly the most anxious creatures in the world. They look at their phones while driving, while taking their children to look at their phones, while crossing the road, and the first thing they do when they fall to the ground after being hit by a car is to look at their phones.
Even though I am in such a weird environment, I am still looking at my phone.
But you have to admit that when there are people using their cell phones, everything seems... insignificant?
The two men quickened their pace and ran towards those people.
"Dude! What is going on? Does anyone know?" Wei Dong couldn't wait to ask one of the young men who had been watching them.
The man was about twenty years old, and was also wearing a baggy robe made of yellow and white linen. His hair was the same as Ke Xun Weidong's, still in its original state, with the sides shaved short and a very greasy braid tied at the back of his head.
"Nine, ten." Pigtail counted and looked back at the others, "Three more, we have to wait."
"Brother, please explain it to me." Wei Dong asked.
Ke Xun looked at these people.
There were men and women, young and old, middle-aged men with beer-filled bellies, and sixteen or seventeen-year-old schoolgirls with nervous and immature faces.
Without exception, everyone was wearing strange clothes made of linen.
Who are these people?
The pigtailed boy glanced at Wei Dong, then at Ke Xun, with no expression on his face: "Wait, three more people need to come, we'll talk about it when they're all here ."
Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun, and Ke Xun gave him a look: Wait and see what happens.
While waiting in confusion, Ke Xun observed secretly.
The first person I observed was the one playing with his cell phone just now.
He was a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He kept his head down, with the light from the mobile phone screen shining on his face, making him look very numb and weird.
Ke Xun also felt around himself and found his cell phone in his trouser pocket.
This is even more weird - although the clothes have changed, the things he had on him before are still there, including the cell phone, the house keys and half a pack of chewing gum.
It’s like only the style and texture of the clothes on my body have changed, nothing else has changed.
——What the hell is going on?
Ke Xun unlocked the phone with his fingerprint and found that the screen finally lit up, but the top displayed "No Signal".
……Depend on.
It's simply the usual routine of a melodramatic movie - there is never a signal on the cell phone when you need to call the police or contact others, you can never start the car when you need to drive away, and you can never find the key the first time you need to open the door to take refuge.
Putting the phone back in his pocket, Ke Xun looked around and his eyes involuntarily fell on one of the tallest people.
This person really stands out from the crowd, not only in terms of his height, but also in his appearance.
With fair skin, handsome eyebrows, a stern expression, and a calm temperament, no matter how many people he is standing in a crowd, you can notice him at first sight.
Even though he was wearing coarse linen clothes, it looked like mourning for others, but he looked like a free and easy wandering crane, with the elegance of the Wei and Jin dynasties.
This person noticed Ke Xun's gaze, glanced at him indifferently, then looked away calmly, looking into the distance where the scenery was blurry.
Wei Dong couldn't hold back a bit, looked around, and rubbed against the side of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old student girl, and asked in a low voice: "Girl, do you know what's going on?"
The female student’s face turned pale: “I don’t know either… I just got here… They didn’t tell me… What should I do… I’m scared… I’m scared…” As she spoke she began to sob.
Seeing that he had made the girl cry, Wei Dong quickly patted her shoulder and said, "Hey, don't cry. There are so many people here. It's okay. It's okay. We can find a way back together in a while. Don't be afraid."
"I just came in to look at a painting, how did it turn out like this..." The student girl sobbed while wiping her tears, "My mom asked me to go home early. If it wasn't raining, I wouldn't have come in to take shelter from the rain. How did I encounter such a..."
She seemed afraid to say the word "terrible" and started crying again.
"See paintings? Are you going to the art museum to see paintings too?" Wei Dong asked hurriedly.
The female student nodded: "I went in just to avoid the rain. If I had known this would happen, I would have gone out soaking wet instead of coming in!"
"Is it the Starry Sky Art Museum?" Wei Dong asked.
The female student continued to nod.
"Is it the exhibition hall of the secret pornographic pictures?" Wei Dong asked again.
"Ah?" The female student raised her face to look at him with tears in her eyes.
"Uh, no, it's that dark exhibition hall. There are no windows at all. All the paintings are blurry and can't be seen clearly." Wei Dong gestured.
The female student nodded: "It was the dark exhibition hall. As soon as I entered, the power went out. Then a light came on, and then I... ended up here for no apparent reason..." Then she started crying again.
Wei Dong turned to look at Ke Xun: "So everyone came here this way."
Ke Xun raised his eyes and looked at the people in front of him. These people were quite strange.
If everyone had come to this strange place in the same way, they would have been as confused and panicked as Weidong and him. Even if they could suppress their panic, they would have asked questions like Weidong and tried to find a reasonable explanation. Most people were not as quiet and calm as they were now, as if...
It's as if I've gotten used to it, or understood the reason behind it.
Ke Xun winked at Wei Dong.
The two of them grew up wearing the same open-crotch pants, and they have a perfect understanding of each other. They can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.
Wei Dong shut his mouth and stood next to Ke Xun calmly, intentionally or unintentionally keeping a certain distance from these people.
After waiting for more than forty minutes, three more people came to the depths of the withered grass in the wilderness. One of them looked familiar. Ke Xun thought about it and remembered that this person was the owner of the pancake stall opposite the art museum.
"I just went into the art museum to find the toilet to pee, why did I end up here?!" The pancake stall owner looked at everyone with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.
"Everyone is here." The greasy pigtailed man ignored the three newcomers' questions and turned to look at the others, "You can go in."
"Where are you going? Where is this?!" The pancake shop owner grabbed his arm.
The pigtailed girl glanced at him, her face still expressionless, but her voice sounded somewhat eerie: "In the painting."
“——Painting? What painting?” The pancake shop owner was confused.
"Did you enter an art gallery? Did you enter an exhibition hall? Was there a painting glowing in the exhibition hall? And then did you come into this place?" Pigtail asked a series of questions impatiently.
"Yes... yes, what's wrong? That painting is quite strange..." The pancake owner vaguely realized something.
"You are in that painting now!" The girl with pigtails shook him off and strode into the village, following the others who had already started moving.
Ke Xun and Wei Dong, who were listening at the side, looked at each other in bewilderment.
“Is this true…” Wei Dong was distraught, “How could a person enter the painting… I don’t believe it…”
"I don't believe it!" The last three people shouted , "How is this possible! Where is this? Who are you? What on earth do you want to do?!"
No one paid any attention, and those who were ahead just walked towards the village.
Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun: "What should we do? Should we follow them or..."
These people behave strangely, and I don’t know whether it will be a blessing or a curse to follow them.
Ke Xun looked around and gritted his teeth: "Follow me."
Two of the three people who came later refused to follow and stayed where they were, shouting and yelling. The pancake boss strode over and grabbed one of the people in the front, glaring at them and yelling, "Don't leave! You need to explain what happened! What on earth is going on?!"
The one he was grabbing was the young man who stood out from the crowd.
The man stopped and glanced at him calmly, "This is in the painting, for sure. As for why people are in the painting, I have no idea. But if you want to get out and return to your original world, you'd better follow us."
His voice was just like him, very cold.
The pancake shop owner wanted to grab him and continue asking questions, but he was pinched on the wrist. The pancake shop owner felt pain and was forced to let go.
This group of people didn't care whether the later ones caught up or not, as if they had waited for more than 40 minutes just to gather the people.
Ke Xun counted them and there were thirteen people in total.
Judging from what this person said just now, this group of people seemed to be very familiar with this strange situation, and also knew how to return to the original world. Ke Xun felt that if he and Wei Dong wanted to leave here, they still had to find a way to get along well with these people.
With this in mind, he took a few steps to catch up with the man, walked side by side with him, turned his head to look at him, and said in a gentle voice with a positive expression: "Brother, you see, this is the first time for us to encounter such a thing, so it is inevitable to ask a few more questions. Can you tell us in detail what is going on and how to leave here?"
The man also glanced at him indifferently, his eyes fell back to the front, his voice still full of coldness: "If you want to leave, there is only one way: survive and find the signature."
sign?
