Not only Zhou Tu, but the first thirteen easels in the center of the studio began to appear abnormal.
The blood color spread on the canvas, and the original upside-down picture gradually changed. The normal half of the picture was submerged in blood color, and screams and mourning continued to be heard from the canvas.
"Mr. Bai, what the hell is going on?"
The paintings in the oil painting room are all divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is exactly the same as in reality, but the lower part is blood red.
When the blood color began to spread, the blood-colored villains in the lower part of the painting all climbed to the other side of the painting along the blood.
They use a variety of methods and use the tools in the painting to kill the normal-looking self.
The upside-down world was destroyed, and what was even more bizarre was that more and more bloodshots emerged from the killed figures in the oil paintings, and they all flocked to the fourteenth easel.
The pattern on the canvas became clear, the red dress seemed to be some kind of taboo, and everyone's blood had to be used to make her appear.
"Bang!"
The pale Zhou Tu was thrown to the ground by bloodshots, and his body was highly deformed, like a sponge that had been squeezed hard.
The blood mist that originally enveloped him became more intense and slowly drifted into the fourteenth easel.
The woman's long dress is outlined by blood, lifelike, like a sea of ups and downs.
The screaming faces were engraved on the skirt, and the screaming soul was under her feet, like a flower blooming in the deepest despair.
Compared to everything around her, she looked so different.
Standing in a cage full of curses and negative emotions, that blood skirt is the brightest red in the world.
"this painting… "
As the bloodshots converge, the fourteenth oil painting becomes more and more clear.
Overturned desk, broken mirror, she stood barefoot in the center of the abandoned school.
The blood-red skirt was clinging to her body, and she raised her snow-white neck like a blood-red swan.
In the painting, only the back of the woman is drawn, and everything in the previous thirteen paintings is only drawn to outline her back.
Standing blankly in front of the oil painting, Chen Ge walked towards the fourteenth painting involuntarily. He was very sure that the woman in that painting was Zhang Ya!
"Everyone is here. The people I saved, the people who saved me, the people I killed, the people who killed me, all came here."
The man's voice sounded again. When he said the first sentence, his voice was still a male voice, but as he spoke, his voice became neutral.
This voice seems to be formed by countless voices mixed together, but most of the time, the male voice dominates.
"Who are you? Why do you know what she looks like?" Chen Ge stood beside the fourteenth oil painting: "Where is she?"
Zhang Ya was sleeping in his shadow, and Chen Ge was worried that the other party would take this opportunity to attack Zhang Ya. After all, there might be someone in red in this school.
There was no response, and the voice slowly faded away in the tick of blood.
All the paintings in the painting room were smeared with blood, and reason and art were violently destroyed, leaving only patch after patch of blood.
"Why is the fourteenth painting Zhang Ya? Is this what they planned for a long time?" In the four-star scene, Chen Ge looked very insignificant. Even with many club members around, he was still very uneasy, but He hid the unease.
Chen Ge would never reveal his true thoughts before the outcome of the matter, but this time it was different. After seeing the other party's drawing of Zhang Ya, he raised his heart.
"The psychic school is related to Zhang Ya! This time Zhang Ya is not a hole card, but one of the pieces on the chessboard."
Fourteen paintings represent fourteen people. One of them has Lin Sisi's signature written on it, and the other is painted with Zhou Tu's death. Some of the owners of the paintings have already seen Chen Ge, and others may be in. This school passed him by.
They are both competitors and partners, and all will do anything to achieve the ultimate goal.
"The rules of the psychic school are substitution and evasion. In the end, the person who bears the hatred of the whole door should be selected from these fourteen 'painters'."
Chen Ge didn't know what he was going to face. Everyone in the ghost school was looking for a ghost, so he suspected that the owner of the school also had this plan. After all, the door pusher had been swallowed by Zhang Ya. In other words, the so-called master of the academy is just a substitute.
"The four-star scene is very huge, and it is still expanding. To carry such a door, I am afraid that you need to bear unimaginable negative emotions."
The oil painting room is located in the deepest part of the corridor of the laboratory building. The mutation here is gradually spreading to the whole floor. The bright red oil paint penetrates into the wall, and blood threads run through the wall, as if some kind of plant is extremely powerful and grows rapidly by sucking nutrients from the corpse. Same.
The figures in the painting are bleeding, they slap the canvas hard, their expressions are hideous and terrifying, but they cannot escape from the painting.
"Go... Let's go!" The skinny Zhou Tu woke up from the coma. He raised his skinny arm and grabbed Zhang Ju next to him: "It's starting, the painter has started."
"Painter?" Zhang Ju was sure that this was the first time he heard this name, but for some reason, after hearing these two words, his body trembled instinctively.
The top half-length red shirt is shaking, just because he heard a name, which is unimaginable in Chen Ge's view.
"Leave here first." Chen Ge motioned to Zhang Ju and Zhu Long to bring last week's picture. He was the first to rush to the door of the oil painting room, opened the door, and a stench and cold air poured into the room, causing Chen Ge to back away. a few steps.
Taking a closer look, a man in red overalls stood sideways outside, leaning his upper body, maintaining a posture of lying on the door panel to eavesdrop.
"Red..."
Chen Ge encountered this red shirt when he first entered the laboratory building, but last time he was lucky and escaped by luck.
"Are you also a staff member of the school? It's not safe here. If you want to have a good chat with us, we can go somewhere else." Chen Ge tried to communicate with the other party, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly floated behind him. Comes with a bloody smell.
"Be careful!"
Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood beside Chen Ge on the left and the right, each with a grimace under their feet.
Looking down, Chen Ge realized at this moment that the red clothes outside the door seemed to like to collect the faces of living people.
On the ground around him, crowded with blood oozing faces.
“Ding dong ding dong…”
The sound of metal collision came from the waist of the red shirt, and his blood-red work clothes were blown away by the wind, revealing various anatomical tools hidden below.