My House of Horrors

Oil paper is cheaper and easier to handle than oil canvas and is suitable for novice daily training.

But oil painting is quite special. Art students usually have to have a certain art foundation before they can begin to create oil painting. At this time, most of them are no longer interested in oil painting paper as a primary painting material. So when Chen Gong saw the oil painting paper on the frame, he was somewhat confused. What kind of person created this work?

Chen Ge University studied toy design and manufacturing, took some courses related to art and appreciation. He could see some doorways from the other party's simple composition. The person who drew this painting is definitely not a novice.

“He seems to be constantly trying to express something.” Chen Sing's fingers slipped across the paper, the top half of the paper was rough, the bottom half smooth, and the touch was completely different: “Why did he have to paint oil? Is it because of the painting that he can better express himself? ”

Two upside-down wards, two identically-looking patients, can't see any problems from the picture layout, only when touching with their hands can they notice that the material on and off the drawing paper does not seem quite the same.

“This is an oil painting, do I have to apply paint to see the difference? ”

With a try attitude, Chen Gong lifted the white cloth on the shelf and prepared to pick out the paint.

The shelf is large, the paint here is not the same as the one sold in the store, it is all in a glass without any trademarks and instructions

“Why… only red? ”

Looking at that row of glasses, Chen Gong stunned in place, and there was all kinds of red on the shelf, but there was no other color but red here.

Reach out and unwrap the cup cap, a slight bloody smell emerges, Chen Song can be sure that this is definitely not the smell that oil paint can emit.

“Just use it. ”

Chen Gong picked up the brush on the frame and applied the red liquid from the cup onto the oil paper.

After the first instalment, Chen Song noticed a problem.

There seemed to be an invisible dividing line in the middle of the paper, and the dye in the cup left only a light red mark on the top half of the paper, but a dark red, scarred handwriting on the bottom half.

After several successive strokes, the picture on the frame changed its appearance.

The first half is like a room with a light red light, but the second half is like soaking in blood water.

The patient in the picture has the exact same expression, but the feeling is very different.

One looks ordinary, looks a little confused, the other is bloody red and has a condescending face of hatred and resentment.

“Is this painting mapping the world behind the door? Or something else? ”

After a few seconds, Chan Song saw a more magical scene.

That particular piece of paper, the first half of the color is slowly fading, and the second half of the color is deepening, as if the first half of the painting had poured all the blood into the second half.

“Isn't that what the world looks like inside and outside the door? Despair in reality continues to pour into the world behind us, one purifying itself and the other becoming ever more desperate. ”

The more Chen Gong looked at it, the more he felt it was related to the door. He tried to remove it, but he only took it apart half the time and suddenly heard a knock coming from outside the door.

“Is that thing coming? ”

The sweaty hair instantly stood up and Chen Gong gave up decisively to take the painting. He ran from the ground to the window with a scrap paper.

Chen Gong had seen it outside before entering the building, and none of the windows in the building had anti-theft nets installed.

Pulling open the thick gray and black curtains, Chen Gong pushed open the window and was just about to climb out and suddenly saw a man standing downstairs.

The other person lowers his head, wears leather shoes, is tall and thin, and is in very unusual condition.

“Teacher Bai? ”

White teacher who was supposed to be in the boys' apartment somehow appeared around the lab building, and he seemed to be looking for something.

Chen Gong's body was about to fall out and back again, his heart palpitated and closed the curtain: “Almost got caught! ”

Looking out at the curtain crevices, Teacher Bai wandered around the experimental building and seemed hesitant to enter the experimental building.

“Jump from here and fall right in his face. What should we do? ”

“Boom! Boom! Bang!”

The sound of knocking on the door became impatient, and Chan Song is now in a dilemma.

His brain was running fast, but what was outside the door wasn't going to give him much time.

The sound of the key penetrating the lock hole was as if the knife had penetrated Chen Gong's chest. He had no time to hesitate and the door would be opened the next minute.

“Never mind, leave first. ”

Put your backpack on and Chen Gong stepped on the edge of the window.

If you can't jump down, then climb both sides.

He looked at the timing and moved to the windowsill in the room next to him.

“Hanging outside, sooner or later, Teacher Bai will see, this position is too conspicuous. ”

His hands grabbed the air-conditioning exterior, and Chen Gong's breath was still slow, and the door to the pigment storage room was opened.

The man in the house seemed to see the window open and was walking towards it!

The sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer. At this point, if you stick your head out of the window, Chan Song will be spotted.

“Go to the third floor! ”

Tightened his teeth, Chen Gong peeled his hands off the windowsill on the third floor and climbed onto the windowsill on the third floor without any protective gear.

And just as he climbed onto the third floor windowsill, the second floor pigment pantry window stretched out a miserable white arm.

Chen Gong stepped on the palm-width windowsill on the third floor and couldn't even breathe too hard.

Maintaining this posture is a great drain on your health and will fall off if you don't hold it steady.

Chen Gong tried to push the window on the third floor and found it unlocked and jumped decisively into it.

Before he had time to see what was in the house, he hid by the window and stared at Teacher Bai in secret.

“Why isn't he leaving yet? ”

The third floor was the most dangerous, and the elevator was initially parked on the third floor, and when he took the elevator, those things ended up on the third floor.

Staying at the corner of the wall, Chan Gong stayed still, and he decided to wait in this room until Teacher Bai left before making the next move.

The night breeze blew into the house and the big red curtains drifted across the neck. Chen Gong was about to close the windows tight and suddenly remembered that the curtains on the second floor seemed grey and black.

After a second's pause, Chan Song took a few steps backwards, away from the window, and immediately opened the door and rushed out.

A dark corridor with no light, all the lab doors on the third floor were open and some were still squeaking.

Gently close the door behind you and Chan Song enters the room on the other side of the corridor.

He wanted to go out the window of this room, just the other side of the building, to avoid Teacher White perfectly.