Chapter 714 Bloody Resentment Fills the Window (III)
As we all know, in most film and television works and literary works, the hero when a beautiful woman is in danger, the door closing in a horror scene, and other crappy things have basically become conventions. Of course, we can also call them clichés, and the reason clichés are clichés is because of their frightening frequency of appearance.
To put it in a derogatory sense, it is called sameness, but to put it in a positive sense, it is called enduring.
In any case, we must admit that these passages that have passed the test of time and still have a place in countless works today are indeed unique.
Heroes come out to save beauties, which not only prevents beautiful girls from being raped by bad guys, but also highlights the hero's personality charm.
The haunted house automatically closes its door, which can not only frighten young ladies and young wives, but also frighten rough men.
Even if the routine is 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 plot is separated from the text, screen and other carriers and appears around people, the impact it brings will increase exponentially.
Take Yu Ying as an example. Although she was not touched by someone's previous 'heroic act', she was still frightened by the synchronized lights-out and door-closing killings, so much so that His whole mind went blank. Apart from squatting down and shaking his head, he didn't even have the courage to look back at the door.
This kind of reaction that can only be described as "free" made Mo Tan, whose heart rate had not fluctuated from beginning to end, extremely speechless, so he simply ignored Yu Ying and instead said lazily He turned around and stared 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 doesn't know what fear is. Although this guy is mentally ill, no matter what personality he is in, he has the same joy, anger, sadness, and joy as most normal people. , Fear of these emotions, it’s just that 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, and he will curse when a power outage occurs before he can save the game. , would be depressed because Yuchen had breakfast with a thirteen-year-old kid, and would scare himself to death because of the 'rehearsal' scene of watching a horror movie with Yuchen.
Yes, this guy really wants to take Yuchen to watch a ghost movie after he arrives in City B.
All in all, Mo Tan, who is absolutely neutral, is very popular in terms of emotional threshold, although occasionally due to environment, emotion and other reasons, he will perform beyond his level (such as thousands of zombies standing in front of him without changing his expression) or his level will be abnormal (such as Because Yuchen had dinner with a little kid, he had been thinking about it for a long time), but generally speaking, he was still at the level of an ordinary person.
The other two personalities have nothing to do with the word ‘ordinary’
For example, Mo Tan is in a state of chaotic neutrality at this moment. Although he also has the emotion of 'fear', the threshold that can stimulate this emotion in him is very, very, very, very high. Among them There is almost nothing that he cannot convert into 'pleasure' for enjoyment!
Even if Futaba almost found out his true identity several times, he would not be afraid of the prison disaster that would most likely befall him. Instead, he would enjoy the thrill of it with great pleasure. own stimulation.
It can be seen that although Mo Tan still has the physical and psychological conditions for being 'cowardly', there are very few things that can really scare him. After all, in a sense, this The goods themselves are quite scary, so.
To give a not very appropriate example, the relationship between Motan (limited to chaotic neutrality) and those scary things is like the relationship between fire element puppets or flames The relationship is the same. Although in extreme cases there is still the possibility of being hurt by the latter, in most cases, there will be basically no chemical reaction between the two parties with the same attributes or even the same concept.
To be honest, some horror elements that are simply scary and have no connotation will even scare him in turn, such as the strong banshee who was almost hugged just now. She had almost lost all her humanity, but she still showed a look of fear in the end, and even breathed a small sigh of relief after discovering that she was about to be purified by Yang Yan and had no hope of being taken advantage of by Mo Tan Da.
This is a state that even the likes of Yu Ying cannot 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 seemed to be no different from before, but Mo Tan knew very well that just a few seconds ago, when the door suddenly closed, when everything around him suddenly sank into darkness. , a kind of atmosphere that is difficult to describe in words has spread quickly, and spread to every corner of this big room faster than I can regain my sight.
It seems that something is about to wake up, and what happens at this moment is the last time 'it' talks in sleep before it opens its eyes.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The voice resounding in my mind became clearer and clearer, as if it was 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 might directly escalate to a 'fatal' level.
“Keep this position and don’t move.”
Mo Tan squatted beside Yu Ying, gently patted the girl’s shoulder that was shaking at a high frequency, and spoke softly in a rare and serious tone. Said: "Remember, before I send you a friend message, no matter what you see, hear, or feel, don't react in any way. Do you understand?"
A second later, Yu Ying nodded silently, and the frequency of trembling dropped slightly.
It was obvious that Mo Tan's steady, reliable, gentle and sincere comfort made her feel much more at ease.
"Now, close your eyes gently and don't pay attention to the noise in your mind. Don't be afraid, that thing can't hurt you."
Mo Tan rubbed Yu Ying's face approvingly Hair, said lightly in the latter's ear: "Relax, I won't let you leave my sight."
After that, he walked briskly and left Yuying without looking back. The person beside him did not let the lagging guy stay in his field of vision for half a second.
That's right, the fundamental purpose of his extremely warm and gentle comfort just now was simply not to let this cowardly and fussy woman delay him in doing his work. As for obediently staying in place and squatting with his head in his hands. Whether there would be any shortcomings in Yu Ying's defense was completely outside his scope of consideration.
To be honest, if it weren't for the worry that the mission would be suddenly interrupted or something else would happen after Yu Ying died, Mo Tan would probably have killed this woman who seemed to have suffered a comminuted 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 chuckled: " But if I remember correctly, there should have been only one magic crystal of acceptable taste here before. The lights are on. "
'Tan Mo' in the painting is smiling with sunshine on his face, and the dirty color block behind him that seems to be set as sunshine is weird and distorted. Look carefully. It turned out to be twisted and painful faces with dozens of eyes stacked together like matryoshka dolls.
“So what is this trying to express?”
Mo Tan showed a smile exactly like his own 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 washes the ripples without being evil?"
The next second , the Mo Tan who originally squinted his eyes and smiled suddenly lost his color in an instant. Not only did he turn into a black and white painting that looked like a portrait, but he also suddenly opened his eyes and stared at what was outside the frame. The whites of his eyes were filled with dense bloodshot eyes, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a sinister and terrifying smile.
From an objective point of view, this scene is actually quite scary. After all, anyone who sees himself suddenly transformed into a portrait in an oil painting and smiling so obscenely will feel a little uncomfortable. , especially under the current environment, if you are immersed in it, even if you are scared to the point of leaking urine, it can be said to be excusable, but.
Analyzing Mo Tan in the chaotic neutral state from an objective perspective , itself is a very unobjective thing.
This guy didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the black and white painting of himself and his eerie smile. Instead, he showed the same scary smile with great interest, and then took out a stick similar to the one in his bag. He poked his own face in the painting with a rolling pin-like thing, and commented and corrected him seriously: "Your posture is a bit inadequate. If you really want to scare people, why don't you just expose the part above your neck?" ? Only in this way can the visual impact be in place after opening your eyes, and your smile is too non-standard. Look at me, it looks like you now, but if this is right, look into my eyes, and change it to this If you feel this way, the overall effect will be much better at once, as well as the mouth. The bigger the crack is, the scarier it is. You have to pay attention to the angle and muscle tension."
In this way, Mo Tan started to chatter non-stop about how to improve his painting style in the oil painting in front of him. What he said made him foam at the mouth and dance around, until the 'Tan Mo' in the frame pinched his neck with a twisted expression. Then he reluctantly stopped preaching.
He had no choice but to stop, because the next second he took action in the painting, his own hands rose uncontrollably and reached towards his neck tremblingly.
‘Tan Mo’ in the painting smiled proudly.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to have such hands!"
Mo Tan looked at 'himself' who had used so much strength in his hands that his joints turned pale, as if he had pinched his neck with ten bloody wounds. , while reaching towards his neck uncontrollably, he showed an approving smile: "Although there is a delay of about a second, the ability to directly affect the target's actions can be said to be quite good."
Mo Tan in the painting grinned, then used both hands to twist his neck into a twist, and then 'picked' it off from his neck with a terrible sound of tearing flesh and blood.
Mo Tan, who was still trying to strangle himself just now, grinned before the total delay of 1.21 seconds between the inside and outside of the oil painting, that is, before he twisted off his own head.
The two arms that were originally controlled by some invisible force suddenly stretched out and directly picked off the oil painting, shaking it violently without saying a word.
"You want me to be shaken by this level of spiritual suggestion? So that you can gradually accept the false fact that 'you' are 'me' and amplify the fear in my heart?"
Mo Tan He sneered, his eyes full of teasing and contempt: "Haha, the idea is not bad, but it's a pity"
Uh-huh!
With an imperceptible sound, the curtains on both sides of the mural were instantly blown away by a huge force. The thin moonlight was replaced by a shadow before it could penetrate into the room, and Mo Tan's voice was also abrupt. Stop.
Mo Tan, who compressed his thinking process to the extreme, made his decision in less than half a second. Before the shadow completely blocked the hazy moonlight outside the window, he had already made a decision. He rushed to the center of the two windows, where the oil painting in his hand was just now.
The next second, he threw the mural in his hand hard, face up.
At the same time, in the blind corner of Mo Tan's field of vision, a pair of huge eyes were fixed in front of the two windows. The two gray pupils filled with deathly silence suddenly shrank, staring at the only person in the field of vision. Dynamic——The oil painting thrown out by Mo Tan!
[Sure enough, something extraordinary seems to have appeared outside the window]
Mo Tan leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking at the face-up oil painting a few meters away with a smile. The one on it looked like him. The exact same guy had a gloomy expression, and his eyes were full of fear that was about to come out. He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.
However, Motan still completed the interpretation through its mouth shape.
‘Help me, I will repay you! ’
This is the message that the monster in the oil painting tried to convey to Mo Tan.
"Bibi, Bibi, Bibi~"
Mo Tan also mouthed back to it, with an anxious look on his face.
The oil painting, which had no idea what it wanted to express, was confused on the spot, and its confusion did not last long. Two seconds later, the sunlight in the background of the oil painting was no longer visible. When did it turn into blood red, and 'seeped' out from under the painting 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 painting... It was gradually dissolved and engulfed amidst desperate screams, and finally turned into something that looked like a baby's skeleton and surfaced in blood. It was obviously caused by some strange and powerful force.
【Oh, so awesome~】
Mo Tan smacked his lips silently, watching what was at least an elite-level monster in the frame floating in the blood, and immediately He has a new understanding of the existence directly behind him at this moment.
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend
Chapter 707: The End
(End of this chapter)