The blood-seeking face seemed to be deflated and stuck to the ground wrinkled. If it wasn't for Zhu Long and Zhang Ju to block it, these dirty things would probably have crawled onto Chen Ge's body.
"It seems that this brother doesn't want to have a good conversation with us."
The blood in the painting room was spreading. Chen Ge stood behind Zhu Long and Zhang Ju and used his Yin pupils to look up and down at the red clothes in front of him.
The blood splashed, the red clothes swayed, and various torture instruments were hung on the skin. Every time he took a step, a broken face fell from the coat.
The red clothes are also divided into three, six, nine, and so on. Unfortunately, the red clothes Chen Ge and the others encountered belonged to the extremely dangerous category.
But this is what makes Chen Ge even more strange. Zhang Ju and Zhu Long are not afraid at all when facing such a red-clothed person. They are different from Xu Yin's crazy and irrational fight.
Zhu Long and Zhang Ju are very rational, and their expressions are calm, as if there is a voice in their minds telling them that there is no need to be afraid.
After seeing Zhu Long and Zhang Ju, Hongyi didn't act immediately. He slowly raised his head, his whole face was covered by wet hair.
Chen Ge could see a face covered with black blood vessels through the gap in his black hair. It was pale and morbid. It seemed to be smiling.
"Tick."
A middle-aged man's face fell off the sleeve of the red shirt and fell between Chen Ge and him.
"Save me, this skinny devil, save..."
"Snapped!"
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, a blood-stained anti-smashing shoe landed heavily on his face.
His words were forcibly interrupted, and the whole face was torn apart.
The room is very quiet, and because of the silence, the sound of blood dripping is particularly clear.
The blood on the anti-smashing shoe became darker, and the original color was covered up, as if it were blood red.
"Let's get out of the way, his goal is not us." The weak Zhou Tu looked up at the red-clothed man, his eyes not evading: "He stays here just to wait for this day, he wants to be the first to see Painting the interior scenes, because he is both a manager and a participant.”
"Participant?"
"He is the author of the sixth painting, connecting two monsters that turn the world upside down!"
When Zhou Tu was talking about this, he kept staring at the red-clothed man. His memory had already awakened. Although he was weak at this time, he had a special temperament on his body.
The red-clothed man at the door was not angry at being called a monster, he still seemed to like this title.
Footsteps sounded in the painting room, and Hongyi and Chen Ge passed by, leaving bloodstains all over the place, and walked to the center of the painting room.
He finally stopped next to the sixth painting and looked at the oil painting that was beyond recognition.
Chen Ge vaguely remembered the content of the sixth painting. He was carrying the large mirror of the dance studio by himself. As a result, he accidentally slipped and shattered the mirror.
There were fragments of mirrors everywhere on the ground, and a blood-red face was reflected in each fragment.
"Don't worry about him, let's go first." Zhou Tu was supported by Wang Yicheng and walked towards the door.
Chen Ge also didn't want to face this monster for the time being, and fled downstairs with other members of the society.
"Are you still jumping out of the window?"
Wang Yicheng opened the door of the classroom next to him, the puppet sculptures covered with white cloth in the room moved, and blood beads quietly appeared under the white cloth.
"Most of the painting materials and props in the laboratory building were made by the pervert just now." Zhou Tu's face was still very bad, and he didn't get better just because he left the studio: "Including red paint and those smelly canvases."
There is no need to elaborate on Zhou Tu, everyone already understands how those painting materials are made.
"Have so many people died in this abandoned school?" Chen Ge was a little puzzled: "I saw several warehouses on the fourth floor, which were full of 'painting materials'."
"I do know a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I know everything." Zhou Tu's attitude towards Chen Ge is very strange. Compared with before, it's neither good nor bad, just a trace of his words can be heard. fear.
There was a loud noise in the oil painting room behind them, and several people turned their heads to see that the red-clothed monster's spine was fully opened, his back was swollen, and his ribs extended to both sides, and each bone was hanging from it. a cruel tool.
Standing with his back to the door, he seemed to be using the tools on his body to modify the painting.
"Stay away from him." Zhou Tu asked Wang Yicheng to open the window and take himself down first.
The glass window was pushed open, Zhou Tu and Wang Yicheng left first, followed by Chen Ge, but when he stood beside the window, he suddenly froze.
Standing in the shadows in the southeast corner of the laboratory building, he was wearing black leather shoes, his face was pale, his eyes were gloomy, and he was holding a little girl's nightgown and a dog collar.
"Mr. Bai?"
Chen Ge has Yin pupils, so he saw Teacher Bai at a glance, and also saw the blood on the girl's nightdress: "What happened to his daughter?"
Teacher Bai, who was hiding in the shadows, also found Chen Ge. He seemed to have been squatting here for a long time, probably because he didn't think that there were other people around Chen Ge, so he didn't do anything.
"This is the real teacher Bai. I took his ID and replaced his identity. It would be bad if my students knew about these things." Chen Ge felt that Zhang Ju and the others should be able to guess that he was not a school. Teacher, but no one has pierced this layer of window paper, at least on the surface everyone is working hard to maintain the stability of the community.
"I have to find a reason to kill him. There should be a lot of people around me who are good at this kind of thing." There was a ghost hiding in Chen Ge's shadow. The other party is the most undignified ghost. A chess piece in Singer Chen.
With the decision, Chen Ge's gaze towards Teacher Bai softened. He quickened his movements and jumped downstairs in less than a minute.
"Where's the person?" After his feet landed, Chen Ge looked at the corner of the laboratory building again, and Teacher Bai had disappeared.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Tu's voice was getting smaller and smaller, as if it would dissipate at any time: "I don't have much time, I have to tell you something, it's about whether I can find myself, It's also about the life and death of each of you."
"Come on, let's listen." Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood around Chen Ge, and they surrounded him.
"The thirteen paintings in the oil painting room represent thirteen people. Each of them is the same as the red clothes we met just now. They are very terrifying." Zhou Tu breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for Wang Yicheng to help him into the bushes and moved away. After the laboratory building, he continued: "The sorting has nothing to do with strength, it is completely random, but there is one exception."
"exception?"
"No. 1 is an exception. I don't have any memory of No. 1. I only know that he likes to draw and he is a painter."