Wang Hongrui sat on the ground, sweating profusely, looking at the painting in front of him in disbelief, his face began to contort.
I was also severely frightened by the paintings there, and I could even hear the sound of gasping beside me.
It was the voice of tranquility.
I turned my head slightly, and saw a terrified expression on her face, and the rapid breathing made me very worried.
The pervert hugged me tightly, as if trying to comfort me, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and felt a layer of sweat from my back, sticking my clothes to my body.
My heart was trembling, my legs were trembling, my brain was roaring again, my face was hot, and my head began to feel dizzy.
This is where I am now.
My mind went blank, and I really wanted to take my eyes off the painting, but I couldn't.
My eyes couldn't be controlled by myself, and kept moving towards the shocking painting.
Obviously...it's so terrifying, why can't I keep my eyes off it
With protruding eyes, Wang Hongrui quickly got up from the ground and rushed towards the portrait frantically. He swung the painting to the ground forcefully, his face was wet, and it was not known whether it was sweat or tears from fear. Together.
"Impossible! This is impossible!" His emotions began to lose control!
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
After throwing the first painting aside, he panicked and started to tear down the second painting. The red rope was violently torn apart by him, and the dust-proof cloth was pulled and fell to the ground.
I felt another blow hit my heart, my heart trembled for a while, I turned my head and buried my face in the arms of the pervert, unwilling to look at that painting again.
The painting is a monster, yes, a monster, with a cat's face, but its limbs are twisted into other shapes, and a large black vortex seems to suck half of its face into a certain location space , causing its face to become distorted beyond recognition.
I don't know where the eyeballs went. There was a big mutated bird in the sky that was lowering its head. The sharp beak pulled the fur on its back fiercely. The poor fur that fell into the beak was as thin as a piece of paper. , feel that it will be torn at any time.
One of the monster's twisted hands gripped the bird hard, as if struggling.
It's a pity that I didn't watch this scene. I just saw the first picture, and I already started to doubt my life.
I even doubt the meaning of this world.
What kind of painter is he who can draw such a picture? Many people say that a person's character can be seen by his handwriting, and a person's behavior can represent a person's self-cultivation.
What is this? For painters, painting has become their "facade", their inner world, and they express their mood and thoughts through painting.
What kind of person is this man named Roman Drizzt, and what has he experienced to draw such a chilling transformation
Wang Hongrui is also a painter, so he naturally knows what a painting means to a painter.
He knelt on the ground and frantically began tearing at the third painting.
An Ning is no longer by my side. When Wang Hongrui took apart the second painting, she covered her mouth and rushed out. I vaguely heard her retching while leaning against the door. I vomited out my stomach.
Wang Hongrui was already crazy. He kept tearing apart one painting after another until all the faces of the six paintings appeared in front of his eyes. His body shook for a while and he was about to fall to the ground.
The pervert's big hand pressed the back of my head and pressed me against his chest. I heard Wang Hongrui's sobbing, and the feeling of despair swept over me. .
"Don't look, it's going to be a nightmare."
"But… "
I opened my mouth, in fact, I already regretted coming in to see the paintings, but Wang Hongrui's current behavior is not just because of fear.
The pervert wouldn't let me look up, so I had no choice but to face his chest and asked worriedly: "Are these paintings... exactly the same as those in your dream?"
Wang Hongrui's sobs became louder, An Ning walked in, and when she glanced at the direction of the painting, her entire face turned blue-gray, her face twisted for a while, she turned her head quickly, turned around and rushed out the door again.
I was overwhelmed by the pervert, and I couldn't see Wang Hongrui's state at the moment, and the next few paintings.
However, I could tell from the sobs that kept coming from my ears that his condition was very bad.
It can be said that it is very bad, and it can be described as a collapse.
Wang Hongrui didn't answer my question, but I knew it.
"Let's go out first."
An Ning heard me say this, stood outside the door, and said in a muffled voice, "Come out, I can't take it anymore."
Wang Hongrui was still sitting there without any movement, I sighed: "Calm down, let's get out of here first."
The pervert held me in his arms all the time, and appeared outside the room like a gust of wind, before letting go of the hand that was pressing the back of my head.
After a long time, Wang Hongrui walked out of the room. I saw his face that had been destroyed by fear and depression. At this moment, the muscles on his face were trembling constantly.
An Ning's eyes were moist, and it was the result of excessive retching just now.
She waved her hand towards me, her face pale: "Curiosity killed the cat, Xiao Hua, if I had known, I wouldn't have gone in and killed myself."
I replied a little amusedly: "I think so too."
Wang Hongrui hadn't recovered yet, and stood aside in a daze, apparently so frightened that he couldn't find the north.
"Two is already the limit, I wouldn't let you into that room."
The pervert made a sound.
I gave him an apologetic sideways look, worrying him.
I know he will never let me into the room to see the paintings, I can see two entirely because of him.
He gave me enough respect, those paintings are dangerous, I want to see them, he allowed it, but within the scope of his control, he protected me and prevented me from suffering more psychological damage.
I was moved and warm in my heart, but Wang Hongrui's performance made my heart cool down quickly.
He walked towards the door of the staff lounge with some dismay.
"It's exactly the same... It's exactly the same, how is it possible, why is there such a thing in the world?"
An Ning patted his chest, and interjected, "Because there are ghosts in those paintings, that's why they disturbed your dreams and made you have nightmares related to those paintings."
I remembered that he had described that there was a white-skinned monster in his dream, and I swallowed, knowing that if I asked about that monster now, it would definitely hit him hard.
His heart is definitely more fragile than paper, at least at this moment.
However, if I can get his accurate answer, things may be much easier.
"In those six paintings, is there that monster in your dream?"
Wang Hongrui's body trembled suddenly, like a candle in the wind, which would go out at any moment.
He nodded wearily, leaned his body against the wall, and walked forward slowly, towards the door.
I got the answer, and didn't force him to tell me anything more. An Ning spread his hands towards me, with a frustrated expression on his face, the aftereffects left by those paintings hadn't faded away.
I squeeze my chin with my hand, thinking about the connection between these few.
When I sat on the seat in the lounge, Wang Hongrui spoke.
"Let's go, I don't need your help anymore, I will burn those paintings after the exhibition."
When I heard this sentence, I was at a loss for a while. I glanced at the ghost and said worriedly: "If the painting is burned, it may not be able to dispel your nightmare."
"I don't care, you go, I don't want your help."
He was a little emotional, and I understand why he said that, just because he saw those six paintings just now.
An Ning said quietly: "I know why grandpa asked us to go back quickly. This matter is really beyond our control."
Her eyes drooped down, lost.
I heard her meaning, although I was not reconciled, I finally gave up.
Wang Hongrui kept urging us to leave, and eventually An Ning and I left the lounge and the exhibition hall together.
"Xiaohua, are you still thinking about those paintings?"
An Ning frowned and asked curiously when she saw that I hadn't looked at me all the way.
I nodded: "We can't help him directly, but I still want to indirectly share some troubles for him."
"If we can find the metaphysical painter, the six paintings and the key points related to the dream, maybe he can get himself out of the nightmare."
An Ning didn't make a sound, and clapped his hands after a long time, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Well, come to grandpa's shop tomorrow, I'm sure, grandpa must know something, we don't come to exorcise ghosts in person, give him Just a hint would help him!"
I looked at An Ning gratefully: "You are really... I don't know how to thank you."
"Hey, tell me what to say thank you or not. After I got in touch with Wang Hongrui, I have a good impression of him. I don't want him to become a lunatic and lose his future because of those six paintings."
"I think, if I tell grandpa like this, he will definitely not hide it anymore, right, as long as we don't take risks, grandpa will naturally tell us about the metaphysical painter."
An Ning was very determined, and my heart was relieved.
Let things be like this, and I can't force the pervert to help Wang Hongrui. In that case, I would be too selfish.
After some thought later, I made such a decision.
The pervert seemed to sense what was going on in my heart, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it with neither light nor heavy force, I knew he had heard my heart again, so he roared fiercely in his heart.
"Don't pry into my mind!"
His chuckle came from my ears, and I was a little annoyed, I wanted to pull my hand out of his!
An Ning walked beside me, eating the taste: "You are just bullying me so I can't see the King of Hades, don't think I can't see that you are showing affection!"
She said indignantly: "The Single Dog Association strongly condemns you!"