My House of Horrors Chapter 380: The third person (three more monthly pass)
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"The person who draws this picture has a lot of ideas and creates it from the perspective of a corpse." Ma Ying looked at the painting in her hand. She seemed to be infected by the emotions in the painting, and it was a bit uncomfortable.
"I feel quite awkward. Living people take the perspective of the dead and look strange." Liu Xianxian glanced at it, and then he was no longer interested: "I always feel that this painting is for the dead, maybe This painting was drawn by body donor. "
"Don't talk nonsense." Ma Ying put this picture aside, and when she was about to see the second picture, she rubbed her finger on the drawing paper, and her fingertips were stained with a small piece of paint: "Not yet dry? "
She was stunned, her head stunned.
"This painting seems to have been painted only recently. There must have been other people in the warehouse, but why did he paint here? Is it so different?"
Ma Ying thought of the thing that Liu Xianxian said before entering the building. When a student passed by the West District at night, he saw someone waving and found it was a seriously damaged body.
"Is it really body donor?" A terrible idea came to mind. Ma Ying couldn't help but took a step back. She wanted to stay away from the cabinet, but was curious about other paintings.
In the end, curiosity conquered fear. Ma Ying stood in front of the cabinet and looked at the second painting.
This is an oil painting. The colors chosen by the author are very depressing. The gray sky is pressed over the head. The black crow is eating white meat. A hand that is about to rot is struggling to reach out.
"A very pessimistic and desperate world, without any color."
Ma Ying looked at the third painting again, in which was a little girl holding an apple.
This picture is completely opposite to the previous one. The girl is wearing cute and bright clothes, standing under the neon light, and the color of the apple in her hand is attractive.
From the background to the clothing, it is full of color and light, but the painting is still uncomfortable.
The reason is that the little girl in the middle, she is out of tune with the whole picture, the skin exposed outside shows an abnormal grayish white, she is holding an apple to eat, but she seems very clear in her heart, even if I took a bite and couldn't taste the apple.
The delicate little face showed a simple desire, she wanted to know the taste of the apple.
Put down the third painting, and Ma Ying looks at the last painting.
This is a realistic picture of a person whose body has been broken up.
The picture that is unacceptable to ordinary people in front of him does not seem any discomfort to Ma Ying.
When she first took the anatomy class, she understood the truth. The dead and the alive are different. They are now just a cold machine, made of complex parts, which can no longer be recreated. The machinery that works.
The dismantled person in the painting is staring at his body, maybe he is also thinking about whether he can be called a human.
Staring at the portrait in the last painting, Ma Ying looked at it for a long time, and suddenly it seemed that she had thought of something.
She took out her phone and clicked on the video sent to her before her sister disappeared. When the video reached twelve seconds, she pressed the pause button.
At the time, the camera happened to take a picture of the window, and a woman twitched the window sill with her hands, showing half of her face.
Comparing the faces in the paintings, Ma Ying suddenly discovered that the woman's skin color is very similar to the colors of the portraits in these paintings!
"What's going on? One is video shooting, the real one, the other is just drawn, it's fictional."
Her arms shook involuntarily, and she felt that the woman in the phone screen and the portraits in the paintings were watching her.
He raised his hand and put a few pictures in the cabinet, and the feeling disappeared after closing the door.
"The protagonists in the painting all seem to be body donor. If you think about it, the woman lying on the window in the video is actually a corpse? But how can the body lie on the window?"
The video pauses for the last second. The woman lying on the window in the screen looks at the photographer. Ma Ying feels that the woman is staring at herself across the screen.
"It seems that there is a complex emotion in her eyes. This is definitely not what the body can do." Ma Ying turned off the video and looked at the woman all the time. She was also a little scared: "My sister is definitely missing and This woman is related, these paintings are also a clue. "
Hand pressed on the cabinet door, Ma Ying touched the sticky cabinet door, and became more and more strange: "Formalin remains on the cabinet door. The paintings in the cabinet were created from the perspective of body donor It was also when he saw a corpse-like monster disappeared, is the dead really 'resurrected'? "
"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian's voice came behind him. The girl with little courage seemed to run into the depths of the warehouse alone.
"Where are you?" Ma Ying can only hear Liu Xianxian's voice, but he can't see anyone. There are too many debris in the warehouse, blocking his sight.
"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian shouted again, or only Ma Ying's name.
Ma Ying, who was just startled by the video and paintings, was very alert. She grabbed a broken chair next to her and walked towards the place where the sound came.
Crossing the shelves, she saw a straight figure standing in a very unobtrusive corner of the warehouse.
"Liu Xianxian?" With one hand holding the chair, Ma Ying raised her phone, and the light hadn't caught the figure yet, and her shoulder was suddenly shot.
"Who!"
My arm shook, and Ma Ying grabbed the chair and smashed it behind her. When the chair was about to touch the person behind her, she only saw the other side clearly and forcibly stopped.
The man rubbed the chair behind him, smashed it on the shelf, and made a loud noise.
Withdrawing his arm stiffly, Liu Xianxian did not expect Ma Ying to have such a big reaction, she was also startled: "Xiaoying, why do you feel a little strange tonight?"
Put down the chair, Ma Ying took a deep breath: "I am weird? Suddenly patted me on the shoulder in this place, are you trying to scare me?"
"We have been to this place a few times now, and there is nothing to be afraid of." Liu Xianxian just felt Ma Ying's face a bit daunting at that moment.
"Different, I can now be sure that someone came in before we came!" Ma Ying said of this, she suddenly remembered something. She picked up her phone and looked at the corner she was going to see!
"What about people?"
Empty there, there is no figure.
"Xiaoying, don't scare me. There are other people besides us?" Liu Xianxian stood behind Ma Ying: "Even if someone came in before us, he might not be in the warehouse now. Here. "
"That person didn't leave, I just saw him with my own eyes!" Ma Ying couldn't imagine it, and when he and Liu Xianxian searched with confidence, there was another person standing in the warehouse.
"Leave immediately, I have a very bad hunch." Ma Ying picked up the chair on the ground again and tried to persuade Liu Xian to leave.
"No, I can't go now." Liu Xianxian stood on the spot with a firm attitude. She grabbed Ma Ying's arm: "I just found the statue on the other side of the warehouse."