Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 709: Art!
"Why is it after midnight? There is also a saying about this time?"
I got to the bottom of it, and Bai Ya'er soon became impatient, she waved her hand at me: "Your time is running out, I don't want to hurt you."
After finishing speaking, she entered the bathroom alone, as if she was about to change out of the rain-soaked clothes that were still stained with filth.
"The residents in the red building are getting weirder and weirder than each other. The anchor of Jinghai City is hidden among them. If I want to find him, I have to get more clues."
With doubts in my eyes, I stared at the woman's back until she closed the bathroom door.
In the middle of the night, I heard footsteps in the corridor and was knocked on the door by a stranger. What happened to Bai Ya'er in the red building caught my attention, and at the same time made me suspicious.
After encountering such a strange thing, a woman living alone, instead of moving away, insisted on staying. What is the purpose of her living here? What is it that attracts her here, that can make her persist regardless of her own safety?
I couldn't figure it out, so while Bai Ya'er wasn't paying attention, I looked at the place where she was looking at just now.
The damp wall in the bedroom, when Bai Ya'er was talking to me, she would always look there intentionally or unintentionally, she seemed to have scruples and was afraid of something.
"The wall has ears?" The clues in my mind were connected together, "The wall is next to the painter's room, is Bai Ya'er worried about being heard by the painter? No..."
I suddenly remembered those holes in the wall, and a somewhat horrifying thought flashed through my mind like lightning!
"The hole connects the two rooms. Is someone watching?" When I tore off the wall for the first time, I saw a blurry red shadow behind, but I thought it was red paint, but now I think about it. , the bright red color bulges outward, beating like a blood vessel.
"That red is definitely not paint, it's blood! What I saw was a blood-red eye!" My brain trembled, and I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
As soon as I arrived on the fourth floor, I greeted the painter. Although he only showed half of his face at that time, I will never forget his bloodshot eyes.
"The painter has been peeping on the other side of the wall!"
My heartbeat slowed down, and after I calmed down, I felt something was wrong again.
There are more than one hole on that wall, and different scenes can be seen from various angles. Such a bold "peeping" has no reason not to be discovered, I resisted the idea of checking those holes, and walked to the bathroom: "Everything in Bai Ya'er's house is neatly arranged and cleaned, you can see This is a girl who loves to be clean, but she is such an artificial
What would choose to live in a bedroom that stinks? Sleeping under the gaze of others? "
A freshly painted wall told me that Bai Ya'er knew about the holes in the wall. She knew she was being robbed, but she still insisted on living in the red building. She didn't even change the room. There is something hidden.
"I think I have already guessed the reason why Bai Ya'er lives in the Red Mansion."
Pushing open the bathroom door, I looked at the woman who had just taken off her coat, staring at her bony, slender and artistic body, and lowered my voice: "What is the name of the painter who lives next to you?"
Bai Ya'er grabbed the coat she had just taken off, she only had a light white singlet underneath: "What are you asking?"
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind my backhand.
In the confined and narrow space, I could clearly hear the woman's heartbeat and breathing: "Don't be afraid, he can't see now."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
The woman panicked and was about to open the door, but before she touched the door lock, I grabbed her: "Don't understand?"
There was a trace of teasing on my face: "Are you the painter's model? How much money did he give you to make you follow him wholeheartedly and live in this smelly, murderous haunted building."
Every time I said a word, Bai Ya'er's face turned ugly, she began to struggle, and her voice became louder: "Let me go!"
Covering her mouth with one hand, I pressed her to the ground and dragged her into the deepest part of the bathroom.
By the dim light, I looked at this exquisite woman. She seemed like a natural work of art, but it was a pity that under her beautiful appearance, there was a "rotten" heart hidden.
"Let's talk, when you were drunk, I lifted the wall of the bedroom and looked at him who was peeping. I can be sure that he is hiding behind the wall."
"I don't know, I don't know what you are? Peeping? What peeping?" The woman has very little strength, and her resistance seems weak to me. "It's useless to lie in front of me. I'm not interested in the deal between you and I won't interfere. You just need to tell me the truth, otherwise I may do something that will make you very painful." My voice Cold and without any emotion, he picked up the towel and stuffed it into her mouth, at the same time
Hands hard.
The pain caused the veins on the woman's face to bulge, and I was merciless in my strikes. Any act of sympathy in the face of a life-and-death crisis is stupid.
"Do you know now?" I saw her nodding, so I took off the towel and put my knee on her back: "Tell me, what is your relationship with the painter? Why do you live in the red building?"
Bai Ya'er gasped for breath, gave me a fierce look, struggled a few times, and found that her body couldn't move at all, and then she accepted her fate: "I admit that I knew the painter you mentioned before, and I live here It's all because of him."
"Sure enough." The woman's words confirmed my guess: "What's the name of that painter? Tell me specific information about him."
Bai Ya'er finally let go of both soft and hard ways.
"His name is Zhu Li, he is an artist, not only painting, he has amazing talents in many art categories, he is a genius, no, he is a genius among geniuses!" There was a trace of fanaticism in the woman's voice, Her description also successfully aroused my curiosity.
"That down-and-out painter with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes is actually an artistic genius?" I turned my gaze, and the woman's tone was very strange: "How did you meet him?" "I saw the teacher's work on the Internet, I really like his style that directly hits the depths of human nature, so I keep leaving my contact information under his works, hoping to meet him one day." Bai Ya'er didn't know that the look on her face now The expression is so cute
Sorrow: "Later, the teacher contacted me on his own initiative. He wanted me to participate in her next work and let me be his model." "So you came to Jinghai City? You lived next door to him." ?” I really don’t understand Bai Ya’er’s approach. That painter is obviously a little psychopathic. Although many geniuses have a crazy side, it doesn’t mean that as long as they are crazy, they must be geniuses. I don’t think it’s a voyeur
What a refined artist.
"Yes, in order to assist the teacher in completing his work, I am honored to be his neighbor." Having said that, Bai Ya'er had a trace of pride on her face.
"You just said that you have been in Jinghai for three or four months. What kind of works require such a long creative cycle? I am afraid that the relationship between you is not as simple as just painting?" I always feel that she is hiding something. key stuff.
"With your dirty mind, you will definitely not understand Mr. Zhu's art. There is nothing between us. I am just his model. He has never done anything excessive to me." Bai Ya'er said with a face Sticking to the ground, he showed me a disdainful smile.
"You say I'm nasty? How can a **** be greater than me?" I clasped her hands: "He draws on you every day? Can you let me see his works? "You people will never understand real art. Painting is just one of the ways to express consciousness. No matter how abstract painting is, it's just depicting a kind of thinking." Bai Ya'er dismissed it: "Teacher Zhu's art Impossible to understand, that is art, that can be called
It is a shocking creation! "
Her face was flushed, and she seemed to be excited just by talking about it: "I have the teacher's work in my mobile phone. If you want to see it, I can open it for you."
"Lie here and don't move, I'm going to get my phone." I slowly let go of my hands and saw the woman lying on the ground obediently, then I left, found her phone and charger and went back to the bathroom quickly.
Plug in the power, turn it on, and I put the screen of the phone in the hand of the woman.
She clicked on a hidden folder, and after entering the password, photos appeared on the screen one by one with dates as numbers.
I randomly clicked on one of the photos. The photo was taken a few years ago. In the picture, a doctor in a white coat smashed a human brain specimen with a roller. Flipping backwards, the next few photos record the whole process of the doctor crushing the human brain. This group of photos is named Wisdom.
"This is the art of that teacher Zhu?"
Continue to browse, and click on the second file. Inside is a masked man who sewed pigskin on his thigh. The name of the photo is skin grafting.
As the date goes on, this teacher Zhu's works become more and more morbid and crazy.
One of them is to put a baby next to a stray dog. The camera captures the moment when the dog opens its mouth. The name of this work is Sacrifice.
There is another one on the extended dining table, a living specimen is dismembered and made into dishes and placed on the dinner plate, and on the other side of the table is a pig in a suit. The lower left corner of the photo says There are two words - dinner party.
These are not paintings or fictions at all, they are all photos, real records, hysterical, frightening and scalp-numbing photos!
"How? How?!" Bai Ya'er shouted excitedly, I forced the towel into her mouth, suppressed the discomfort and continued to browse.
Among all the works, there is one that caught my attention. This work is not the bloodiest, but it exposes a problem. I zoomed in on this photo called Salvation, which was taken just a few days ago.