My House of Horrors Chapter 778: The third floor

Compared with oil painting canvas, oil painting paper is cheaper and easier to handle, which is suitable for novice daily training.

However, oil painting is a special type of painting. Art students usually have a certain art foundation before they can start creating oil paintings. At this time, most of them are not interested in the primary painting material such as oil painting paper, so when Chen Ge saw When he was looking at the oil painting paper on the easel, he was a little puzzled, what kind of person created this work?

Chen Ge studied toy design and manufacturing at University. He had taken some courses related to art and appreciation. He could see some ways from the simple composition of the other party. The person who painted this picture is definitely not a novice.

“He seems to be constantly trying to express something.” Chen Ge pointed out that he slid across the paper, the upper half of the paper was rough, the lower half was smooth, and the touch was completely different: “Why does he have to paint oil paintings? Is it because oil paintings can better express his meaning?"

Two upside-down wards, two patients with exactly the same appearance, there is no problem with the composition of the picture, only when you touch it with your hands will you find that the upper and lower parts of the drawing paper seem to be different.

"This is an oil painting, do I need to apply paint to it to see the difference?"

With the mentality of giving it a try, Chen Ge lifted the white cloth on the shelf, ready to choose paint.

The shelves are very large. The paints here are different from those sold in the store. They are all packed in glass cups without any trademarks and instructions

"Why... only red?"

Looking at the rows of glasses, Chen Ge froze in place. There were all kinds of reds on the shelves, but there were no other colors except red.

Reaching out and unscrewing the lid of the cup, a faint smell of blood wafted out. Chen Ge was sure that this was definitely not the smell that oil paint could emit.

"Just use it."

Chen Ge picked up the brush on the easel and smeared the red liquid in the cup on the oil painting paper.

The first time I made a stroke, Chen Ge noticed that there was a problem.

There seems to be an invisible dividing line in the middle of the paper. The dye in the cup only left a light red mark on the top half of the paper, but left a dark red, scar-like mark on the bottom half. Evil handwriting.

With several strokes in a row, the picture on the easel changed.

The upper part seems to be just a ward with light red lights on, but the lower part seems to be soaked in blood.

The patient in the painting has the exact same expression, but the feeling is completely different.

One looked ordinary, with a slightly dazed expression, while the other was covered in blood, with hatred and resentment condensed on his face.

"Is this painting mapping the world behind the door? Or is it something else?"

After a few seconds, Chen Ge saw an even more magical scene.

The color of the upper part of the special material is gradually fading, but the color of the lower part is gradually deepening, as if the upper part of the painting has poured all the blood into the lower part. .

"Isn't the world inside and outside the door just like this? The despair in reality keeps pouring into the world behind the door. One purifies itself, and the other keeps getting more desperate."

The more Chen Ge looked at it, the more he felt that the painting was related to the door. He tried to remove the painting, but he only removed half of it, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Is that thing coming?"

The hair stood up instantly, and Chen Ge decisively gave up taking the painting away. He followed the scrap manuscript from the ground and trotted to the window.

Chen Ge looked outside before entering this building. All windows in this building are not equipped with anti-theft nets.

Opening the thick gray-black curtains, Chen Ge pushed open the window, and just about to climb out, he suddenly saw a person standing downstairs.

The other party lowered his head, wore leather shoes, was tall and thin, and was in a very abnormal state.

"Mr. Bai?"

Mr. Bai, who was originally guarding the boys' apartment, appeared around the laboratory building for some reason. He seemed to be looking for something.

Chen Ge's body that was about to be turned over came back, and he pulled the curtains with lingering fear: "I was almost discovered!"

Looking out through the gap in the curtains, Mr. Bai was wandering around the laboratory building. He seemed to be hesitating whether to enter the laboratory building.

"Jumped from here and landed on his face, what should I do?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of knocking on the door became rapid, and Chen Ge was now in a dilemma.

His brain is racing, but things outside the door aren't going to give him much time.

The sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole was like a knife stabbing Chen Ge's chest. He didn't have time to hesitate, and the door would be opened the next moment.

"Never mind, just leave."

With the bag on his back, Chen Ge stepped on the edge of the window.

If you can't jump down, crawl to both sides.

He seized the opportunity and moved to the window sill of the next room.

"Hang outside. Sooner or later, Teacher Bai will see it. This position is too conspicuous."

Grasping the air conditioner with both hands, before Chen Ge could take a breath, the door of the paint storage room was opened.

The man in the house seems to be walking towards the window when he sees that the window is open!

The footsteps are getting closer and closer. At this time, as long as the other party sticks out his head and looks out the window, Chen Ge will be discovered.

"Go to the third floor!"

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ge grabbed the window sill on the third floor with both hands, and climbed to the window sill on the third floor without any protective gear.

Just as he climbed to the third-floor windowsill, a pale arm stretched out from the second-floor paint storage room window.

Chen Ge stepped on the slap-width windowsill on the third floor, not even breathing too hard.

Maintaining this position is very physically exhausting, and if you don't grasp it firmly, you will fall.

Chen Ge tried to push the window on the third floor, but after finding it was unlocked, he jumped into it decisively.

There was no time to check what was in the room, so he hid by the window and watched Teacher Bai secretly.

"Why hasn't he left yet?"

The third floor is the most dangerous floor. The elevator stopped on the third floor at first. When he took the elevator just now, the things in the elevator also went to the third floor.

Staying in the corner, Chen Ge didn't move, he decided to wait in this room until Teacher Bai left before making his next plan.

The night wind blew into the house, and the bright red curtains floated over his neck. Chen Ge was about to close the windows tightly when he suddenly remembered that the curtains on the second floor seemed to be gray-black.

The body paused for a second, Chen Ge took a few steps back, and after walking away from the window, he immediately opened the door and rushed out.

The dark corridor, without a trace of light, the doors of all laboratories on the third floor are open, and some are still creaking.

Close the door behind him gently, and Chen Ge directly entered the room on the other side of the corridor.

He thought about going out through the window of this room, which happened to be on the other side of the building, so he could perfectly avoid Teacher Bai.