Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 710: The work “Peeping”

In the dark room, there is a wooden table, with the broken and cracked wall as the background, and a pair of severed arms stick out from the window separated by the fence.

That's all there is to the photo, it doesn't look like much at first glance.

But if you look closely, you can find that the arms stretched out of the window were sawed off at shoulder length, the wounds were uneven, and the most important thing was that they were still bleeding.

The dark red blood and the pale bones were mixed together. These hands were definitely not cut from human specimens or dead bodies, but sawed off from living people!

The wound has not solidified and the blood has not yet dried up. That lunatic uses such a pair of arms to complete his works of art.

It's so real, it's so real that it makes people tremble.

Looking at the photos on my phone, I pay special attention to the name of this work——Salvation.

If the painter really has a little bit of artistic cells in his body besides the animal nature, then he must have a deep meaning in doing so. He wants to express his own thoughts through this cruel and desperate picture. "Cold-blooded, sick painter, why did he call this photo Redemption? Who does he want to redeem? Or who needs to be redeemed?" The shooting angle of the photo is very tricky, and it can be seen that the painter's handling of light and shadow is extremely Exquisite, the picture is filled with a kind of gray and hopeless.

The color makes people feel like they are on the scene, as if the severed hands are right in front of their eyes.

Looking away from the severed hand, I scanned every inch of the photo: "The room in the photo is different from the Red Building, weather-beaten and dilapidated, combined with the shooting date, this photo should be taken at..."

I turned around and looked across the red building through the narrow window of the bathroom: "It's there! The painter has been to that ancient building!"

Through this photo of Bai Ya'er's mobile phone, I got two important information.

First, the painter knows the pig cage apartment better than Bai Ya'er. He even personally entered the building that was regarded as an ominous building by the locals in Jinghai during the day.

Second, this painter should have killed someone! He is a murderer!

No matter what the reason is, any act of depriving others of their lives is a crime, and it cannot be concealed even under the cloak of art. "The painter's works are all challenging the bottom line of human nature. It can be seen that he has no legal or moral concepts in his eyes. Such a person is very dangerous." I squinted my eyes and looked at Bai Ya'er who was lying on the ground. However, he is dominated by the pleasure of abuse, and the smell is similar, maybe he also

Only an extreme lunatic like Teacher Zhu can make her follow her wholeheartedly.

Taking a breath, I put one leg on Bai Ya'er's back, and clicked on the last group of photos in the encrypted file.

This group of photos is updated every day, and there is only one protagonist in all the photos - Bai Ya'er.

The photos captured everything that happened to Bai Yaer living in the red building from the perspective of a bystander. The name of this group of works is "Peep. Peeping".

There are a lot of photos, and each one is marked with the date. Basically, from the first day Bai Ya'er came to the Red Mansion, one or a few photos were kept every day.

At first, I just found the painter's evil taste difficult to understand, but after I flipped through a few photos, I found that things were completely different from what I imagined.

These photos are not all about recording Bai Ya'er's daily life, they also inadvertently captured some extremely terrifying things.

For example, a month ago, Bai Yaer, who was drunk, was sent back to the apartment by a tall and handsome young man. The photo recorded the young man's appearance. stark contrast. The first photo was taken at the painter's door; the second photo is a color painting, in which a middle-aged man is looking at the adjacent room through a hole in the wall, obviously the middle-aged man is the painter himself , the hole in the wall facing the bed, in a stuffy room

The skinny and petite Bai Ya'er seemed to be in a coma, letting the young people fiddle with her.

What really surprised me was the third photo, which was taken in Bai Ya'er's own home.

Looking at the shooting angle, it is in the living room. The time between the two photos is not long. It seems that the artist also has the key to Bai Ya'er's house.

The young man in the picture has not completely torn off Bai Ya'er's clothes, but the photographer is slowly approaching.

This photo may be due to the shooting method, which makes people feel that every step of the way is pressing. The danger is approaching quietly, but the prey is not aware of it.

I looked at this photo, observed carefully, and finally fixed my eyes on the glass coffee table.

The surface of the smooth coffee table reflects a little light, and I don't know whether it is the artist's deliberate intention or his negligence.

The glass coffee table just reflects a hand holding a sharp knife!

The three photos are dated on the same day. This is not just simple art, but also a deliberate murder.

There was a chill running down my spine, the young man was almost exactly the same as I was at the beginning, they both sent the drunk Bai Yaer back to the apartment in the middle of the night, the difference was that I was not dazzled by the beauty , maintained a high level of vigilance.

Now think about it, if I do the same thing as the young man, is it possible that when I turn around, I will suddenly find the painter behind me holding a sharp knife.

I didn't leave Bai Ya'er's cell phone behind. Although there is evidence of his murder in it, it's not the time to fall out with them yet.

Assessing the situation and getting through the live broadcast is my top priority.

After reading all the works of Mr. Zhu, I couldn’t calm down for a long time. This is a devil in human skin. I can’t understand his art at all. Every photo can arouse the fear in the bottom of my heart. and disgust.

I hate this guy, but on the other hand he intrigues me.

"Is it possible that Zhu Li is that show anchor?" Crazy, paranoid, this is very common in show anchors, I lowered my head and took the towel out of Bai Ya'er's mouth, and whispered: "I want to see See that Teacher Zhu, you will lead the way."

I'm not asking for her opinion, but I'm speaking in a forceful tone that I can't argue with. "No, it will be twelve o'clock soon, we can't leave the room. If you really want to see Teacher Zhu, then wait until tomorrow morning." Bai Ya'er has a strange personality, I have never seen her show fear expression, at most she just became nervous and flustered, not so much that she is a model

, I think she is more like a superb actress.

"It's still some time before midnight, wake me up immediately, and take me to see Zhu Li!" Lifting Bai Ya'er with one hand, I pointed to the red wooden door of the living room: "If you don't agree, then I will I'll throw you out after twelve o'clock and let you spend the night alone in the corridor." "Let go, I'll go, but you have to give me some time, and I'm not sure if Mr. Zhu is asleep, just in case What if he doesn't open the door?" Bai Ya'er twisted her body, she knew better than me how dangerous it was to be stranded in the corridor after twelve o'clock, so she was very decisive

Agreed.

"Don't play tricks, my patience has a limit." Letting go of my hands, I threw the coat on the ground to her: "Let's go."

Bai Ya'er put on her coat, walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the bedroom wall, she stopped in front of the big red wooden door: "I have no intention of harming you, going out now is very dangerous..."

"Stop talking nonsense, take me to see him." I can't get any more clues from Bai Ya'er. In order to carry out the live broadcast smoothly, I must get more information.

Bai Ya'er pressed the cold and white finger on the rusty iron lock, and Bai Ya'er reluctantly opened the wooden door. When she was about to turn the handle of the outer iron door, when she touched the iron door, the iron door was pushed straight away. opened.

"Someone has been here?!" I clearly remember that I locked the iron door outside when I came in, but now it has changed like this: "There must be someone standing outside the door just now, it may be a painter, or it may be hiding. In the dark, the dirty thing that keeps going upstairs with me!

The murderous building, the strange residents, and the strange legends, this live broadcast has not even started, which made me a little scared.

Bai Ya'er, who was walking in front, found that the iron door was unlocked and turned her head to look at me. She deliberately thought that I forgot to close the door. Under the current situation, she didn't dare to say anything, and walked honestly to the room where the artist was. .

"Boom, boom, boom."

In the dead and silent corridor, the knock on the door can be heard far away, and it is estimated that standing on the first floor can hear it clearly.

The dim lights in the hut shone in the middle of the corridor. I don't know if it was my illusion. The darkness upstairs and downstairs were stirred up, as if something was approaching.

"The corridors of this red building are too evil to stay for long." The building has eleven floors in total.

After knocking on the door several times in a row, there was a sound from the house rented by the painter. Soon, the red-painted wooden door inside was pulled open, and a skinny hand full of paint stretched out the key. come out.

The circlip springs, and the big lock on the iron door is unlocked, and through two doors, I hear a dull voice: "Come in."

Bai Ya'er entered directly without hesitation, she seemed unwilling to stay in the corridor for a moment.

I followed behind her, entered the house, glanced at the scene in front of me, I didn't even bother to close the door.

In the house rented by the painter, all exposed places such as the walls and the floor are covered with paint, and there are a pair of human body patterns painted on them.

It was like entering a lunatic asylum, but the horror had just begun. On the wall next to the shoe cabinet at the door of the room, there were lines carved by a knife, as if they were creating with hatred. A knife is carved into the wall extremely deep.

"A human figure carved with a knife?" After the carving was completed, the entire wall was splashed with red paint, which looked shocking, as if a living person was curled up in a piece of plasma.

Standing in front of the wall, I suddenly remembered the call I received on the phone of the show before the live broadcast started. "Smear blood on the wall, draw your appearance, every cut is hurting for you..."