"Like I said, I never share memories with anyone."
Jenkins shook his head and said, his eyes fixed on the artist's painting.
"Then you are too pathetic."
With just a few strokes, the blood-red human figure blocked by blood vessels on the wall, or in other words, the blood-red human figure clinging to the wall with its own blood vessels, was completely formed. It opened its all-white eyes, let out a piercing howl, and then was blown to pieces by the black figure flying out from behind Jenkins amidst the strange sound of beeping.
The wall skin was scattered all over, the easels and canvases close to the wall were unfortunately involved, and even the easels a little further away fell to the ground row by row due to the blast generated by the explosion.
"You see, your trapping me will only have a bad effect on your studio. It's better for everyone to let us go."
The painter ignored Jenkins' words, and the brush quickly daubed the canvas. The light in the studio suddenly dimmed, and whispers came from behind Jenkins.
He turned around and looked at the huge French windows behind him. In the red world, the bright yellow moon disappeared. A faint black shadow appeared in the sky, and with piercing roars, a small black spot appeared at the position of the original moon, and then a huge black cat that became clearer and clearer rushed towards the window on the ground.
It is not accurate to say that it is a black cat. More accurately, it is just a giant monster that looks like a black cat. It is impossible for a cat to have such an ugly and weird appearance. It is simply born to oppose human aesthetics.
The painter made a few simple strokes again, and there was a clear sound of high-heeled shoes from the closed door. The sound stopped outside the door, and when the door was knocked, Jenkins' heart suddenly felt a pain, and strange and irregular gray phantoms appeared in the world in front of him.
On the canvas, the position of the ceiling has also been added enemies. Jenkins endured the discomfort and raised his head, seeing a wriggling blood-red ** creature shaking. With the sound of cicadas, his finger joints hardened, and his body began to slowly mutate in a direction away from racial characteristics.
"Look, I just drew something that dreaded me, and I didn't even do it myself, and you are what you are now. Mortals always don't know what to do, and surrender at the beginning. We can all avoid this unpleasant time."
The painter stood up and turned around. Jenkins, who was holding his head and groaning, raised his head subconsciously, wanting to see clearly whether his front was the imaginary faceless, or a weird mosaic of organs, or it was still the back of his head. .
But he had no chance to observe, because there was a clear tearing sound from the canvas in front of the painter. The painter froze there and did not continue to turn around. Then he and Jenkins saw that in the painting, a small hole was poked out in the position of the black cat ghost in the sky.
The small hole in the canvas is like a steam bomb about to explode, and the edge shakes quickly and irregularly. Then with this small hole as the center, black shadows erupted like swaying flames, and the canvas was torn into pieces by an invisible force, and even those pieces were scattered into the air as if they had been vented.
"Oh~ my Lord~"
The painter groaned and waved his hand in the air, trying to grab the fragments of his work.
And as the fragments of the canvas scattered, there was also the dull sound unique to the human body falling to the ground by the window. Jenkins turned his head to see the feathered Miss Eyes and Mr Stone who had barely breathed.
He quickly came to the two of them, hesitated for a moment, and chose to treat Mr. Stone who was only one step away from death first. The effect of the treatment was immediate, his breathing soon became stable, and his complexion was no longer so scary.
"Meow~"
The cat poked its head out from between the buttons on Jenkins' chest, and looked at the painter in front of the blank drawing board, who was frantically catching the fragments of the canvas. It was the cat who moved the hand just now, because the cat felt offended, and it didn't mind being drawn, but the cat didn't think it was that ugly.
The soft sound of the cat startled Jenkins, and he didn't realize until now that his cat had followed him in again. He stretched out his fingers and pressed the cat's head back into his clothes, and then saw a white light door standing quietly among the scattered drawing boards.
Holding Mr. Stone with one hand and Miss Glasses with the other, Jenkins cautiously walked to the door. Seeing that the young painter was still trying to splice the fragments of the canvas, he jumped and pulled his companions into the exit.
"How did that happen?"
The quiet studio was also reflected red by the red world outside the window. The painter muttered to himself, the ink oozed from the face made of canvas, it was his blood.
"Who am I offending? Why destroy my work?"
He still didn't understand what mistake he made, and finally, as the injury got worse, he fell forward to the blank canvas in front of him. The moment the person and the cloth come into contact, the artist immediately disperses all kinds of yellow paints, all of which are splashed on the canvas.
As a result, there is an extra painting on the canvas. In the painting, the young artist stands in a quiet studio, quietly thinking about the question that he is destined to never get an answer to.
The easel on which the oil painting made of Jenkins' memory was placed was one of the few easels in the empty studio that did not fall down due to the explosion of the twin demons. The peaceful yellow moon that reappeared outside the window shone the light of the moonlight on it, making the ferocious angel wrapped in black mist in the painting more vivid.
An unknown wind swept into the studio, and the painting flew up along with the wind, and disappeared into the white light door.
In the silent snowfield, the white icefield rabbit looked at the snow alone, its big drooping ears suddenly moved, and then quickly fled to the distance. The three of them appeared out of thin air at the position where the rabbit had fled. After Jenkins touched the ground, he ignored the situation of his companions, put one hand on the cold snow, knelt there and vomited it out.
He really wasn't used to the space transfer, and the move from Nolan not long ago had brought him to the verge of vomiting.
The cat in the clothes heard the strange sound, and poked its head out again curiously. First the small, sticky ears appeared, and then the cat's head popped out in its entirety.
But it immediately showed a disgusted expression, and the cat was so disgusted that it quickly shrank back.
It felt better after spitting it out, and when Jenkins wiped his mouth, he wondered if the weakness at this time had something to do with the heavy exercise last night. He thought of Hathaway again, thought of his fiery long hair, and hoped in his heart that the girls would not be sad because of his departure.
After pulling Mr. Stone and Miss Glasses away from the vomit, Jenkins began to try to wake them up. He needed two people to guide them, at least to figure out where it was.