Jing Yuan pressed the pause button meaningfully, and I looked at the screen intently: "Normal playback." ”

The section I was stuck in was the moment of confrontation between a Goryeo general and an Oriental musketeer, with one of them bending his bow and one holding a musket, aiming at his opponent from his own battleship.

I remember the next shot, which should be a close-up of the Goryeo general.

A few seconds later, the face of the other party appeared on the screen, and the bow was full of strings in the movie, and the coldness in his eyes was also transmitted with the arrow.

When I looked at the subject for a moment, the horror in my heart suddenly rose. At that moment, it was as if I was not facing a TV, but a living person with a bow and arrow.

I don't deny that film and television can make people feel immersive through filming, but for people like me and Ye Xuan who have really experienced life and death, the tension is almost negligible.

Unless, an arrow will come out of the TV to my chest.

In a flash of thought, I grabbed the corpse on the sofa violently, grabbed the corpse's shoulders with both hands, and lifted it in front of me.

The next moment, the sound of the bowstring vibrating on the screen suddenly started, and I only felt that the corpse that I was holding in my hand was violently swung backwards under the impact of the huge force, almost sticking to my chest, and I took advantage of the situation to turn sideways, and a bloody arrow also passed under my armpit and shot directly into the wall.

Jing Yuan quickly turned off the computer, and I held Assistant Zhao's body and stood in place for a long time without coming back to my senses.

Ye Xuan also rushed into the house: "Old class, are you okay?"

"This is the curse of human skin!" I subconsciously said a sentence before I came back to my senses: "Close the door first, and don't let anyone outside." ”

Ye Xuan casually closed the door: "Old class, how do you know that you can shoot arrows on TV." ”

I put Assistant Zhao's body on the sofa: "Look at his wound, it is exactly the position of the chest, if someone shoots from the front, he must stand in front of the TV." There are no footprints in front of the TV. There was no blood anywhere else. That's why I suspect that there is a dead man floating in the air to attack him. ”

I continued: "Later, I thought of a question, that is, why did Principal Yu take off the "Emperor's Autumn Hunting Picture", could he be afraid that the arrow would shoot out of the painting? Unexpectedly, I guessed correctly. ”

To be honest, before I confirmed the cause of Assistant Zhao's death, even I felt that my guess was a little ridiculous, but I didn't expect that my guess came true.

I said in a deep voice: "Yu Shanshan will take me to Qi Xiangchen immediately, hurry up!"

Yu Shanshan hesitated: "Professor Qi must be doing research at this time, so if you disturb him now......"

"Don't disturb him!he'll die, hurry up!" I couldn't help but drag Yu Shanshan out of the house and rushed straight to Qi Xiangchen's teaching building.

Ye Xuan trotted all the way behind me: "Old class, why are you in such a hurry to find someone surnamed Qi? Curse that thing, it won't attack at the same time, right?"

I quickly replied, "There are four archers on the human skin, which means that four people may die tonight." Only then did one assistant Zhao die, and three more people had to die. ”

Ye Xuan said: "Didn't a student die?"

"He wasn't killed by an arrow!" As soon as Jing Yuan said a word, I stopped and turned my head to look at Yu Shanshan: "How many human skin paintings have you found?"

"There is only one!" Yu Shanshan said, "But the professor believes that there are a total of twelve human skin paintings." Didn't you say that there are twelve human skin paintings?"

"That's a lie!" I replied and ran back to the school building.

There must be more than one human skin painting, and in the upper left corner of that human skin painting, there are three black dots, which means that it is the third painting, and I deliberately said that there are twelve human skin paintings just to try Qi Xiangchen's reaction. As a result, his reaction was beyond my expectations. This shows that his knowledge of human skin painting has reached a certain level.

And then there's Principal Yu. It was through many coincidences that I discovered the secret of the human skin curse, and he was ready to guard against it. Even, before the curse occurs, contact the relevant authorities for protection. If I'm not mistaken, they should be keeping a common secret. However, there was also a disagreement between them because of this secret. It was only then that Principal Yu contacted the Abnormal Investigation Bureau alone.

Before my guess was over, the person had already arrived at the teaching building, and Yu Shanshan led me to the door of the research room: "At this time, Professor Qi is in the research room. ”

I made a gesture to Ye Xuan and the others, pressed down the door lock and pushed the door into the research room.

Qi Xiangchen, who was standing in front of the display table, heard someone come in, and said without replying: "Xiao Zhao, didn't I tell you not to disturb me after you delivered coffee?"

I turned my head to look at the table, where the coffee was still steaming.

The cup of coffee will never be delivered for more than ten minutes.

The length of the film "Lulianghai" is about an hour and a half, and when Assistant Zhao was shot to death, the movie was nearing its end. He brings his coffee over and goes back to the movie, and unless it's fast-forwarding, he doesn't see the end of the credits in just a few minutes.

Did Assistant Zhao deliberately go back to find death, or was there someone else who delivered the coffee?

I slowly walked towards Qi Xiangchen and said, "Assistant Zhao is already dead, he was killed by an arrow." ”

Qi Xiangchen turned around this time and said lightly: "Got it." ”

I asked, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "There is nothing to be surprised about. Isn't it normal to study ancient paintings of human skin, and how many people die?"

I took another step forward: "You seem to have known that people are going to die?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "Similar human skin paintings have been discovered a long time ago. The time when the painting was completed was in the Yuan Dynasty. That's a curse too. It's just that the cursed man is the master of human skin. After the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty skinned him, he asked the sorcerer to draw four archers on the human skin, in order to curse the other party to never be at peace, and he had to suffer from arrows. ”

"However, the time when this human skin was painted is much earlier than the Yuan Dynasty, and even earlier than you think. It is a miracle that human skin has survived to this day. If there is something deadly in it, it makes sense. Isn't it strange to have one or two people die to uncover the secret of human skin?"

I walked forward slowly, "But the dead man is your student?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "Even if I die, what can I do? As long as I can unlock the secret of the human skin painting, it is worth paying a big price." ”

I said in a deep voice, "I want to know, where did your human skin paintings come from?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "I said that this matter involves a high level of confidentiality and cannot be disclosed. You better don't ask. ”

When I was talking, I leaned down slightly, but I saw Qi Xiangchen's feet slightly off the ground.

I reached out to the poisonous Jiao behind me with one hand: "What are you looking at? Why don't you look back?" ”

Qi Xiangchen's voice changed suddenly: "Don't you know, when someone talks behind your back, you can't turn back, you can only talk with your back to him? You don't know how close the person behind you is to you? Maybe, his neck is attached to the back of your head, and as soon as you turn your head back, the yang qi in your mouth will be sucked by the other party." You say, do I dare to turn my head?"

I clenched the hilt of the knife with one hand: "Don't you believe this?"

"I didn't believe it before, I haven't seen it, but when I do, I have to believe it!" Qi Xiangchen raised his left hand, walked around his face, put it on his right shoulder and pointed in the direction of the table: "When Xiao Zhao brought me coffee, I saw it." I saw a dead man. ”

Qi Xiangchen said: "Xiao Zhao came, but he didn't leave." He's still in this room. Don't you sense there's anyone in this room?"

I was slightly startled, and a chill suddenly rose in my vest - there was indeed someone in this room, a third person. I didn't know the exact location of the other party, but I could clearly feel the other person's presence.

As long as I turn my gaze slightly, I may be able to see the other party hiding in a corner and sneering, but I feel that Qi Xiangchen in front of me is even more dangerous, and I can't tell whether the person talking to me in front of me is Qi Xiangchen.

I stared at the other person's back and said, "Did you go back and talk to him?"

Qi Xiangchen said with a smile: "In the past, when Xiao Zhao brought me coffee, he always stood in the direction behind the side, and I didn't have to look back to see him. This time, he was standing directly behind me, calling me from behind, and I turned around, can you guess what I saw?"

Qi Xiangchen paused abruptly when he said this, and when he spoke again, there was already a hint of gloom in his voice: "Is there another saying between you, if someone keeps talking with his back to you, it's best not to let him turn around?"

It is indeed said in the art that if someone talks with his back to you at night, don't look at his face, let alone call him to turn back, or when he turns around, maybe what you see is a dead man's face, or that face is not human at all.

Qi Xiangchen's voice was gloomy: "Do you still want me to turn around now?"

Before I could speak, I suddenly remembered Assistant Zhao's voice behind me: "Director Chen, I'm here too." Do you choose to let Professor Qi turn around, or do you turn around yourself?"

Assistant Zhao's voice was close to my back, and the cold breath touched my neck slightly, making people's hairs stand on end.

As soon as I pressed my right hand on the hilt of the sword, my wrist was cold, and the dead man grabbed my wrist.

Qi Xiangchen's voice sounded again: "This human skin is not bad, but it's a pity that it's too small." It doesn't look very comfortable, but it might be much better if you change the skin. I see that your skin is good. Don't you really want to know how the human skin painting came about? I can tell you right now. ”

Qi Xiangchen turned slightly sideways as he spoke.