My House of Horrors

“The first floor is Teacher White, the second floor is Red, the third floor is a bunch of invisible monsters, what will happen on the fourth floor? ”

Chen Gong stood alone in the hallway, unable to breathe too hard, his pupils narrowed a little, his whole body muscles tightened.

“Now that you're here, take a look. ”

Moving the footsteps, Chan Song's figure slowly swallowed up by the dark.

In the dark corridor, the only light comes from the elevator display, and that bright red number looks like a smiley face cut open by a knife that can't heal and will always only smile with pain.

“Creaking...”

After walking a few steps, Chen Gong discovered another art related room - the model storage room.

The door itself was not tightly closed, with a seam exposed, as if someone were peeping behind the door at the moment.

Chen Gong slowly pushed open the wooden door, and the scene in the house was a bit strange.

Without the test apparatus, there is only one “shrugged” piece of white cloth, making it feel like an individual standing in the room with a white cloth.

“What is this?”

Chen Gong resolutely approached him and reached out to take down the nearest white cloth. He wanted to know what was under white cloth, but was afraid that East and West Africa under white cloth was very dangerous, so he had to march risky. He wanted to take advantage of the other party's failure to react.

White cloth slips off, and below is a skinned human sculpture.

“This material does not appear to be plaster or artificial glue.” Chen Gong frowned lightly and under the white cloth was a skinless human model.

The muscles were in a state of strength, the blood vessels wrapped around the flesh, and it was alive and well, restoring every detail.

“Is this the kind of thing that art students at this school practice painting with? ”

He looked at the human model, and the model was looking at him, the eyes caught in blood vessels and bones, staring dead at Chen Song.

“With a row of bloody pigments stored in the pigment vault and a pile of peeled models standing in the model vault, I can't imagine what the last art event will be indoors. ”

Re-cover the white cloth, Chen Song learned his last lesson, did not stay in the same place too much, and left directly.

When he turned around to close the door, his eyes swept inside the model vault, and a piece of white cloth landed on the floor and something inside was missing.

Leaving the model storeroom, Chen Gong found the paper storeroom on the other side of the corridor, all handled in half, or “painted paper” already made.

Hand touched, treated "oil paper” surface is smooth, and I don't know what to apply.

Chen Gong cautioned about the untreated and only half of the “painted paper”, which touched like a touch of human skin.

After not staying long, Chen Gong wiped his hands with his work clothes and left the room.

“What exactly is this experimental building for? ”

Chen Gong continued forward and finally found the art room at the deepest end of the corridor.

“Same as I was guessing. ”

Successfully found the art activity room, and Chen Gong's goal of entering the experimental building has been halved.

He walked fast and pushed the door.

Wooden doors opened with thirteen frames in the house and walls filled with paintings of all kinds.

At first glance, this is a very ordinary studio, but if you look closely, you will find countless scary details hidden in this room.

The paintings on the walls are strange, there are faces, there are distorted souls, there are portraits, there are mutated bodies, the contents of the paintings are all different, but all the people or “ghosts” in the paintings, without exception, are all reversed.

The background is positive, but the people in the picture are upside down, as if they were living in another world, and the only shadows in the picture are just their shadows.

The painting full of walls gave Chen Song an unspeakable shock, walking in it, his gaze attracted, and he had the illusion of walking through a nightmare.

Coming to the center of the studio, there were thirteen unfinished works on those thirteen shelves, three of which attracted the attention of Chen Song.

There are two upside down doors, one red and one plain and simple.

Both doors were open, and a painter with a pen stood inside the door, looking down at himself and thinking about what the problem was.

The name of the work —— me on the door, with a line of grass on the bottom —— is enough despair to open the door, and if despair is cleared, will the door return to normal?

This work is the only painting with the name of the work found by Chan Song, and the author obviously knows the door exists.

The second painting that attracted Chen Song's attention was a little scary, and this is the drawing room.

In the first half of the painting, thirteen painters sat on a chair and painted, and in the second half of the painting was a blood red, thirteen painters died tragically in their seats in different ways. The most breathtaking thing is that in the first half of the painting, the painters painted on the drawing board looking like they were dying.

“These painters seem to know what happened to them, but they are still painting because the results are doomed and cannot be changed? ”

The third painting that attracted Chen Song's attention had the lowest degree of completion. In the first half of the painting, a child stood facing the mirror, the world around him was normal, but the mirror was red, and he was covered in blood and slapped the mirror hard.

The second half of the painting is still the child, the world around him is red, only the mirror in front of him is clean and bright, he is covered in blood slapping the mirror, trying to strangle the unharmed self in the mirror.

“I've seen blood red mirrors in the repair room, and mirrors and doors in haunted schools work the same way? No, I seem to have overlooked something very important! ”

Chen Guo knows that the four-star scene is completely different from the previous three-star scene, and much of his previous experience is no longer applicable.

“Doors and mirrors, bloody doors and bloody red mirrors behind the door...”

The clues in his mind slowly joined together, and Chen Song had a bold guess in his heart.

“Maybe I should keep this painting.” There is also a reason why Chan Song attaches so much importance to the third painting, which is signed by the author of the painting with three words written there - Lin Sisi.

This painting may be painted by the real Lin Si, and solving the mystery on Lin Si's body helps Chen Song to figure out the world behind the door, and it can even be said that this is the main task he arranged for himself.

Reaching for the frame, Chen Song hadn't even touched the painting, and there was a huge change in the whole studio.

There was a drop of water on the top of his head, and Chen Guo reached out and touched it to find that it was not water at all, but blood.

The air became damp, the strong smell appeared quietly, the walls began to leach blood, and a deepening blood footprint appeared on the ground.

The otherwise normal world seemed to be overlapping with another blood-red world, where all the paintings in the studio were distorted and a shadow suddenly flashed out of one painting and headed towards the door of the room.

Chen Song looked familiar. He immediately stopped the movement in his hand, grabbed the nail and hit the door at full speed.