Xingyue Art Creation School
The school gate is decorated with a modern starry sky, and it looks like an expensive school. However, students studying here do not have to spend a penny and can even earn a living through creation.
As long as the scores of primary school subjects reach 90 or above and pass the special art exam, you can come here to study.
As long as you create a work that wins a prize at a school exhibition within six years, you can go to the corresponding art university to continue your studies upon graduation.
This school is of high reputation locally and ranks fifth in comprehensive score. Students who can be admitted can basically have a good future, and many children from poor families study here.
The school, which originally had a strong artistic atmosphere, was cast into a shadow by the sudden suicide incident.
Due to the special social structure and pressure from above, schools are still in session as normal.
However, teachers and students always travel together, and rarely go out alone. At night, everyone returns to the dormitory, and no one dares to go out.
Yi Chen still chose the most common outfit: a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers.
I took the student ID card given by the organization and went to the college to report. I was 'coincidentally' assigned to a double dormitory without a roommate, creating a state of 'being alone'.
Just stepped into the dormitory and put down the suitcase.
There was a sense of voyeurism coming from outside the window.
Living in an orphanage for a long time and working as a "temporary worker" for two years allowed Yi Chen to clearly judge that someone was secretly spying on him and he was obviously being targeted.
Suppressing his excitement and the upward curve of his lips, Yi Chen began to act perfectly, treating himself as a freshman whose arrival at school was delayed for some reason.
I took my painting tools and went to the teaching building to start my first class in the art school.
When entering a multi-person area, the feeling of being watched disappears.
With the help of the artistic foundation laid in the orphanage, Yi Chen is no worse than the students here, and is even better than most people in some aspects.
Putting aside the dark side of the orphanage, the education it provides is top-notch.
The teachers of this art school all come from prestigious universities and have rich resumes.
But in Yi Chen's opinion, no one's artistic attainments and teaching level can compare with Teacher Fang Qiong - Fang in the orphanage, who is also the young female teacher who has a crush on Yi Chen and follows him regularly every day.
After a whole day of classes, many teachers praised Yi Chen and hoped that Yi Chen could come to their offices or even homes for in-depth communication after class.
Unfortunately, Yi Chen rejected them all because he didn't come here to study.
When Yi Chen leaves the teaching building and walks to an area with fewer people, the feeling of being watched will slowly return.
But it was just a peek, and there was no further action. The guy hiding in the dark was very cautious.
Yi Chen did not deliberately go to places with few people, but just integrated himself completely into this campus and lived like an ordinary student.
Time came to the fifth day of entering school.
There is a film appreciation class on Friday night, which is also the only evening class per week.
Unfortunately,
When the course ended, it suddenly started to rain heavily outside the teaching building. The roommates held up each other’s school uniforms and went home together.
Yi Chen, a lone wolf living in a single dormitory, naturally had no friends, so he took this opportunity to stay in the screening room and wait until the rainstorm subsided.
Two hours passed and the teaching building was empty. Even in the entire school, there were only a few people hanging around outside.
When Yi Chen got into the elevator of the teaching building alone, he found that button 3 had been pressed in advance and all other buttons were out of order.
Ding Dong! The third-floor door opens.
There was a drawing board with an arrow symbol on it at the door, pointing to the right.
When the vision receives the image on the drawing board, a strong urging effect comes at the same time, as if a woman whispers in Yi Chen's ear:
"Come on~ I'm waiting for you in the studio~"
The brain cannot resist and even mobilizes biological instincts to stimulate the body.
Yi Chen's originally panicked expression gradually calmed under the effect of hypnosis, and he walked in the direction of the arrow in a daze.
The door of the studio at the end of the corridor has been opened, and there is also a blood-stained arrow painting at the door, continuing to provide hypnotic guidance.
Entering the studio,
Paintings of arrows were arranged in a circle, all pointing to the center, where stood a girl in a white dress who was in line with contemporary aesthetics and Yi Chen's age group, with her arms outstretched as if wanting to give him a hug.
Unable to refuse, he fell deeper and deeper into her embrace.
The girl's soft and warm arms slowly wrapped around her neck.
It became thinner, softer, and colder... until it turned into a knot that completely strangled the neck and hanged it.
Card!
Yi Chen was hung up, with the white rope tightly tied around his neck.
at the same time,
A lady in a white dress stood at the bottom, looking up to admire this wonderful scene of hanging.
She picked up the paintbrush and began to paint on the spot, preparing to completely record this scene of death and despair and make it one of her important collections.
This lady was no stranger. She was one of the teachers at the art school and had even taught Yi Chen two days ago.
Due to Yi Chen's desperate struggle, he turned half a circle in the air with his back to the lady who was painting.
The other party didn't care. The struggling back view was also worth recording. She just happened to lack this kind of suicide painting with the back view.
Time passes by little by little,
The struggle gradually subsided until the legs were straightened and even the short breathing stopped.
What was strange was that Yi Chen's hands, which were holding the knot, did not fall down for a long time, and were even moving slightly.
The woman was also very curious; her painting was already completed and the individual who was the subject of the painting should have been completely dead, but for some reason the hands were still moving in the facial area.
"He's clearly dead, but his hands won't fall... Is it a secondary nerve reaction or something?"
Out of curiosity, the lady waved her hand and gently manipulated the knot of the hanging rope, allowing the young man with his back to turn around.
The knot turns,
The hanged young man turned around with a smile on his face. He was putting on makeup with his eyes closed.
A completely different kind of "dead makeup" is completed.
"Teacher... would you like to give me a front view as well?"
Hiss~ The black liquid overflowing from the eyebrows has already flowed to the neck and is rapidly eroding the white knot.
"Who are you!"
Just as the woman was about to use more white ropes to physically restrain Yi Chen,
The knot broke, the shadow fell,
A pale and bloody "dead makeup" was placed directly in front of her, frightening her so much that she became confused.
At this time, Yi Chen inserted his fingers into his forehead and took out more black liquid, which turned into a thinner and more lethal knot.
He put a noose around the woman's neck and hung her up high.
All done!
Just as Yi Chen took out his phone and called the organization to ask the funeral staff to retrieve the living monster.
Sizzle!
Suddenly, there was a noisy electromagnetic sound coming from the other end of the phone, which even made Yi Chen feel a little tinnitus, so he had to put the phone away.
As the tinnitus faded away, the surrounding scene changed.
The dim studio was slowly stripped of its skin and turned into a European-style hotel lobby. One of the supporting stone pillars broke and fell to the ground, as if a fierce battle had taken place there.
Not far away, there was a knight's body with his head and right arm cut off, still standing.
The monster hung on the roof by Yi Chen turned into a handsome young man in a suit, about 20 years old. He looked quite similar to him, but more like a Westerner.
Looking at the hanged young man, Yi Chen couldn't help but call out an extremely familiar name - "William."
Buzz!
The moment the name was called out, Yi Chen's consciousness instantly shifted to the hanged young man.
At the same time, I also brought a different kind of "dead makeup"...
(End of this chapter)