Quadruple split.

Chapter 714 Blood Resentment Fills the Window (III)

As we all know, in most film and television works and literary works, the hero when the beauty is in distress, the door closing in the horror scene, etc. have basically become the practice. Of course, we can also call it a cliché, and the reason why the cliche It's a cliché, but it's because of their frighteningly dense appearance frequency.

To put it in a derogatory sense, it is called stereotypes, and in a commendatory sense, it is called enduring.

In any case, we must admit that these passages that have passed the test of time and still occupy a place in countless works today are indeed unique.

When the hero comes out to save the beauty, it can not only prevent the beautiful girl from being ruined by the bad guys, but also highlight the hero's personality charm.

The automatic closing of the door of the haunted house can not only scare the big girls and the little daughter-in-law, but also the rough men and the old men.

Even if the routines are a bit vulgar, the fact that these operations can persist until now is enough to prove that the pleasure and urination they bring to people are genuine.

And when this kind of bridge breaks away from the carriers such as text and screens and appears around people, the impact it brings will be multiplied even more.

Take Yu Ying as an example, although she was not touched by someone's previous "heroic act", she was still frightened by the simultaneous killing of lights and doors, so that her whole brain went blank, except Apart from squatting down on the spot and shaking his hair, he didn't even have the courage to look back at the gate.

This kind of reaction, which can only be described by the word "in vain", made Mo Tan, whose heart rate never fluctuated from the beginning to the end, extremely speechless, so he simply ignored Yuying, but turned around lazily, looking Staring scorchingly at the door that suddenly closed, trying to adapt his vision to the darkness as quickly as possible.

It is worth mentioning that Mo Tan is not the kind of person who does not know what fear is. Although this guy is mentally ill, no matter what personality he is in, he has the same emotions as most normal people. , Fear of these emotions, but the thresholds of various emotions are different under different personalities.

For example, under an absolutely neutral personality, Mo Tan's various emotions are relatively normal. He will be happy to drink a drink until he has another bottle, will experience a power outage before saving the game in time, and will explode with foul language. A thirteen-year-old kid who is depressed after breakfast will scare himself to death for the "preview" scene of watching a horror movie with Yu Chen.

That's right, this guy really wanted to take Yuchen to watch ghost movies after Yuchen arrived in City B.

All in all, Mo Tan, who is absolutely neutral, is very popular in terms of emotional threshold, although occasionally due to environmental, emotional and other reasons, he will perform beyond his level (for example, his face does not change when thousands of zombies are in front of him) or become abnormal (for example, because Yu Chen and a small Fart kid eating and thinking about it for a long time), but generally speaking, it is still at the level of ordinary people.

And the other two personalities have nothing to do with the word 'ordinary'
For example, Mo Tan, who is in a state of chaotic neutrality at this moment, although he also has the emotion of 'fear' now, the threshold that can arouse this emotion in him is very, very, very, very high. There is almost nothing that cannot be converted into "pleasure" by him for enjoyment!

Even if Futaba nearly found out his true identity several times, he would not be afraid of the prison disaster that is very likely to happen to him, but instead enjoys the stimulation brought by this thrill with great joy.

It can be seen that although the current Mo Tan still has the physical and psychological conditions of "counseling", there are very few things that can really scare him. After all, in a sense, this guy himself is quite scary yes, so.
To give an inappropriate example, the relationship between black sandalwood (chaos neutral limited) and those scary things is like the relationship between fire elemental puppets or flames, although in extreme cases there is still the relationship between being hurt by the latter possibility, but in most cases, there will be no chemical reaction between the two parties with the same attribute or even the same concept.

To put it bluntly, some horror elements that are simply scary and have no connotation will even be frightened by him in turn, such as the banshee who was almost hugged hard just now, even though she has almost lost all her humanity , but in the end she still showed a look of horror and fear, and even breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that she was about to be purified by Yang Yan and had no hope of being taken advantage of by Mo Tan.

This kind of realm is something that even the likes of Yu Ying can't catch up with.
With the help of a few rays of light seeping in from the window, Mo Tan regained his vision in less than two seconds.

At first glance, the surrounding environment seems to be the same as before, but Mo Tan is very clear that just a few seconds ago, when the door suddenly closed, when everything around suddenly sank into darkness, some kind of indescribable The indescribable atmosphere has spread rapidly, spreading to every corner of this big house at a speed faster than oneself regaining vision.

It seemed that something was about to wake up, and what happened at this moment was just the last time 'it' babbled in sleep when it opened its eyes.

Tick, tick.
The voice resounding in my mind became more and more clear, as if urging something.

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows, he knew that he had to do something now, otherwise the threat the two of them would face next would be directly raised to the 'fatal' level.

"Keep this position and don't move."

Mo Tan squatted beside Yu Ying, patted the girl's trembling shoulder lightly, and said softly in a rare serious tone: "Remember, before I send you a friend message, no matter what you see, Don't react to anything you hear or feel, understand?"

A second later, Yu Ying nodded silently, and the frequency of trembling dropped a little.

Obviously, Mo Tan's calm, reliable, gentle, and unintentional comfort made her feel much more at ease.

"Now, close your eyes gently, don't pay attention to the noise in your head, don't be afraid, that thing can't hurt you."

Mo Tan approvingly rubbed Yuying's hair, and whispered in the latter's ear, "Relax, I won't let you out of sight."

After finishing speaking, he walked briskly and left Yu Ying without looking back, not letting this dragging guy stay in his field of vision for half a second.

That's right, the fundamental purpose of his warm-hearted consolation just now was simply not to let this group of cowardly and fussy women delay his work. There will be any ups and downs, which are completely out of his consideration.

To be honest, if it wasn't for worrying that this mission would be interrupted suddenly after Yu Ying died or something else would happen, Mo Tan would have probably killed this woman who seemed to have suffered a shattered fracture.

"Well, although it seems to be the same as before."

He automatically filtered out the noise in his mind, stood in front of a mural between two windows, tilted his head, and said with a chuckle: "But if I remember correctly, there should be only one magic glass of decent taste here before." The crystal lamp is coming."

'Tan Mo' in the painting is smiling with sunshine on his face, and the dirty color blocks behind him that seem to be set as sunshine are weird and distorted. If you look closely, it turns out that distorted and painful faces are like dozens of nesting dolls. Stacked eyes.

"So what is this trying to say?"

Mo Tan showed the same smile as himself in the painting, and asked curiously: "You want to say that I am actually a little white lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, and is clean but not demon?"

In the next second, the ink sandalwood in the painting who had squinted his eyes and smiled instantly faded away, not only turned into a black and white painting that looks like a posthumous portrait, but also opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the painting Outside the frame, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a sinister grin.

From an objective point of view, this scene is actually quite scary. After all, anyone who sees himself suddenly turned into a portrait in an oil painting, and laughs so wretchedly will feel a little uncomfortable, especially in the current environment Under the background of the environment, if you are on the scene, even if you are scared to leak urine, it can be said to be excusable, but...
Analyzing Mo Tan in a state of chaotic neutrality from an objective point of view is a very unobjective thing in itself.

This guy didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the black and white painting style of himself and his eerie smile, but showed the same scary grin with great interest, and then pulled out a thing like a rolling pin from his luggage, He poked wildly at the face of himself in the oil painting, commented and corrected solemnly: "Your posture is a bit out of place. If you really want to scare people, why don't you just expose the part above the neck? After opening your eyes like this The visual impact can only be in place, and your smile is too non-standard, look at me, I am the same as you now, but if this is right, look into my eyes, if you change to this feeling, the overall effect It’s much better at once, and the mouth, it’s not that the bigger the crack, the scarier it is, you have to pay attention to the angle and muscle tension.”

Mo Tan chattered like this and began to educate himself in the oil painting in front of him on how to improve his style of painting. What he said was like a froth, until the 'Tan Mo' in the frame twisted his face and grabbed his own neck Only then reluctantly stopped preaching.

He had no choice but to stop, because at the very second that he took action in the painting, his own hands were raised uncontrollably, trembling toward his neck.

'Tan Mo' in the painting smiled triumphantly.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have this hand!"

Mo Tan looked at his hands so hard that his joints were pale, and he seemed to have pinched his neck out of ten thick bloody "self", while uncontrollably poking towards his neck, he smiled approvingly: "Although there is a second or so Delay, but the ability to directly affect the target's actions is pretty good."

Mo Tan in the painting grinned, and then exerted force with both hands, twisted his neck into a twist, and 'plucked' it off his neck with a terrible sound of blood and flesh tearing.

And Mo Tan, who was still trying to strangle himself just now, synchronized a total of 1.21 seconds of delay inside and outside the oil painting, that is, he grinned before twisting his head off.

The two arms that were originally controlled by some invisible force suddenly stretched out, directly took off the oil painting, and shook it violently without saying a word.

"Do you want me to be shaken by this level of spiritual suggestion? To gradually accept the false fact that 'you' is 'me', and magnify the fear in my heart?"

Mo Tan sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm and contempt: "Hehe, the idea is not bad, but it's a pity"

Swish!
Accompanied by an imperceptible sound, the curtains on both sides of the mural were instantly lifted by a huge force, and the thin moonlight was replaced by a shadow before it could penetrate into the room, and the voice of Motan also stopped abruptly.

Mo Tan, who compressed the thinking process to the extreme, made a decision in less than half a second. Before the shadow completely covered the hazy moonlight outside the window like a tulle, he had already rushed to the two windows. The center is where the oil painting in his hand was just now.

In the next second, he threw the mural in his hand forcefully, facing upwards.

At the same time, in the blind corner of Mo Tan's field of vision, a pair of huge eyes were firmly stuck to the two windows, and the two gray pupils filled with dead silence suddenly shrank, fixedly fixed on the only movement in the field of vision - the picture that was captured An oil painting thrown out by Mo Tan!
【Sure enough, there seems to be something extraordinary outside the window】

Mo Tan leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and looked at the face-up oil painting a few meters away with a smile on his face. The guy on it who looked exactly like him had a gray expression, his eyes were full of fear that was about to come out, and he opened his mouth wide. , seemed to want to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

However, Mo Tan still completed the interpretation through its mouth shape.
'Help me and I will repay you! '

This is the message that the monster in the oil painting tried to convey to Mo Tan.

"Bibi, beep Bobby~"

Mo Tan also mouthed back to it, with an anxious expression on his face.

The oil painting, who didn't know what this guy wanted to express, was stunned on the spot, and its stupefaction didn't last long. Two seconds later, the sunlight as the background in the oil painting had turned into blood at some point. The red color "bleeded" out from under the drawing paper in the next few seconds, dyeing the entire oil painting red at an extremely fast speed, and the 'Tan Mo' in the center of the picture was screaming in despair The sound was gradually dissolved and swallowed, and finally turned into something that looked like a baby's skeleton and surfaced in blood. It was obviously the result of some strange and powerful force.

【Oh, so powerful~】

Mo Tan silently smacked his lips, watching the bastard in the frame, which was at least an elite mob, rippling and sinking in the blood, and immediately had a new understanding of a certain existence that was right behind him at this moment.

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Chapter [-]: The End
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