My House of Horrors

“The person who painted this painting was quite thoughtful and made it from the perspective of a corpse.” Ma Ying looked at the painting in her hand, and she seemed to be infected by the emotions in the painting, which was a little uncomfortable.

“I think it's kind of weird, it's weird to look at a living person instead of a dead person's perspective.” Liu Xianxian glanced and lost interest: “I always thought this painting was for the dead, maybe it was painted by a general teacher. ”

“Don't be ridiculous.” Ma Ying put this painting aside. As she was about to look at the second painting, she rubbed her fingers against the paper and stained a small piece of pigment on her fingertips: “Not yet dry out? ”

She stood still and her head snapped.

“This painting seems to have been done recently. There must have been other people in the warehouse, but why is he painting here? Is it so different? ”

Ma Ying thought about what Liu Xianxian had said before entering the building. When a student passed through the West Side at night, he saw someone waving inside, and only after entering it was found to be a severely damaged body.

“Are you really a teacher?” A terrible thought came to mind, and Ma Ying couldn't help but take a step backwards, trying to stay away from the cabinet, but curious about the other paintings.

Finally, curiosity prevailed over fear, and Ma Ying stood in front of the cabinet and looked at the second painting.

This is an oil painting, the color chosen by the author is depressing, the grey sky is pressed over his head, the black crow pecks at the miserable white flesh, and a dying hand struggles to reach out to the ground.

“A world of pessimism and despair, of no colour. ”

Ma Ying looked at the third painting, which was a little girl with an apple.

Contrary to the previous one, the girl was dressed in lovely bright clothes, standing under a neon lamp, and the apple color in her hand was enticing.

The painting is still uncomfortable, from background to costume, full of color and light.

The reason is that the little girl in the middle, she doesn't fit in with the whole painting, and her skin on the outside shows an abnormal grey white color. She holds the apple in her hand and wants to eat it, but she seems to know that even if she bites, she can't taste the apple.

Soo-qi's little face showed a simple craving, and she wanted to know what apple tasted like.

Drop the third painting and Ma Ying looks towards the last one.

This is a realistic painting of a person whose body was torn apart.

The images that are unacceptable to ordinary people in front of them do not appear to Ma Ying to be uncomfortable.

On her first anatomy lesson, she realized that the dead and the living were different, and that they were now just cold machines, machines built with complex parts that could no longer be reworked.

The person who was torn apart in the painting stared at his body, and maybe he was wondering if he could still be called a human being.

After staring at the portrait in the last painting, Ma Ying looked at it for a long time and suddenly something seemed to have occurred to him.

She took out her phone, tapped on the video she had sent to her before her sister disappeared, and when the video was played to the twelfth second, she pressed the pause button.

At that time, the lens happened to be just over the window, and a woman peeled her hands off the window deck and revealed half her face.

By contrast, Ma Ying suddenly found that the colour of the woman's skin was very similar to the colour of the portraits in these paintings!

“What's going on? One is video shooting, one is real, one is just painted, one is fictional. ”

Her arms trembled independently, and she felt that the woman on the phone screen and the people in the painting were looking at her.

Put a few paintings in the cabinet with your hands up and close the door before that feeling disappears.

“The main characters in the painting seem to be mostly teachers. If you think so, the woman lying in the window in the video is actually a corpse? But how could the body lie in the window? ”

The video paused for the last second, and the woman lying in the window looked at the shooter, and she felt like she was staring at herself from the screen.

“There seemed to be a complicated emotion in her eyes, which the corpse could never do.” Ma Ying turned off the video and looked at the woman all the time. She was also a little scared: “My sister's disappearance must have something to do with this woman. These paintings are a clue. ”

With his hands pressed against the cabinet door, Ma Ying touched the sticky cabinet door, becoming more and more strange: “Formaline remains on the cabinet door. The painting in the cabinet was created from the perspective of a general teacher. Sister also disappeared when she saw a monster similar to a corpse. Is it true that the dead are ‘resurrected’? ”

“Xiaoyin!” Liu Xian's voice came from behind her, and the girl with very little guts seemed to have run into the depths of the warehouse alone.

“Where are you?” Ma Ying could only hear Liu Xianxian's voice, but could not see anyone. There was too much clutter in the warehouse, blocking his sight.

“Xiaoyin!” Liu Xianxian shouted again, or just Ma Ying's name.

Ma Ying, who had just been frightened by the video and the painting, became highly alert and grabbed a broken chair next to her and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Through the shelf, she saw a straight figure standing in a very discreet corner of the warehouse.

“Liu Xianxian?” With a chair in one hand, Ma Ying raised her phone and the light didn't shine yet. Her shoulder was suddenly shot.

“Who!”

With a trembling arm, Ma Ying grabbed the chair and smashed it behind her. When the chair was about to meet the person behind her, she looked clearly at each other and forced her to stop.

The man behind him scratched the chair, smashed it on the shelf and made a loud noise.

Liu Xianxian had no idea Ma Ying was going to react so badly, and she was surprised: “Xiao Xiao, why are you feeling a little strange tonight? ”

Put the chair down and Ma Ying takes a deep breath: “Am I weird? Suddenly pat me on the shoulder in this place. Are you trying to scare me? ”

“We've been to this place a few times, there's nothing to be afraid of.” Liu Xianxian felt Ma Ying's face was a little dull at that moment.

“No, I can already be sure someone came in before we got here!” Ma Ying spoke of something that suddenly occurred to her, and she picked up her phone and pointed it at the corner she was about to look at!

“Where are the people? ”

It's empty and empty. There's no one there.

“Xiaoyang, don't scare me. Where else is there but us?” Liu Xianxian stood behind Ma Ying: “Even if someone had come in before us, he would not necessarily still be in this warehouse. ”

“The man didn't leave, I just saw him with my own eyes!” Ma Ying could not have imagined that there was another person standing in this warehouse while he and Liu Xian searched with confidence.

“Leave now, I have a bad feeling.” Ma Ying picked up the chair on the floor and tried to persuade Liu Xian to leave.

“No, you can't go now.” Liu Xianxian stood where she was and her attitude was firm. She grabbed Ma Ying's arm dead: “I just found the statue on the other side of the warehouse. ”