Chapter 425 Dark Side

Jiang Cheng would not respond to this standard villain's speech. According to his many years of experience in watching movies, those who say such things are either cannon fodder or hidden bosses.

But the one standing in front of him is obviously not the former.

According to the normal plot in the movie, someone will be dissatisfied or even mock, but will be killed by the person who said such things in the next second.

And the death is extremely miserable.

The gloomy atmosphere spread in the room, as if adding a layer of gray filter to the room. A faint uneasiness was fermenting, and Jiang Cheng vaguely felt that something was going to happen.

Just as he was looking back and forth, ready to find a way out, something seemed to move beside him, and he looked down at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's fingers actually moved.

Jiang Cheng's face changed.

Although it felt like a long time had passed, it was only a few seconds under the tension. Jiang Cheng understood the things that he couldn't figure out before.

So after seeing Lin Chen open his eyes and then sit up in a daze, he didn't show surprise, but just watched quietly.

Lin Chen seemed to have forgotten what she had done before. She sat on the bed for a while, lowered her head, and her body was pitifully thin.

A faint gray halo enveloped her. After Lin Chen came back from the dead, the despair in her heart seemed to have intensified.

She left the bed without wearing slippers, and stepped barefoot on the cold ground.

Like a walking corpse, she walked to the huge picture frame.

The picture frame at this moment could not give Jiang Cheng any artistic beauty at all, but made him feel uncomfortable.

Standing in the corner of the wall, the easel that was almost as high as Lin Chen looked more like a gallows in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Lin Chen grabbed the pen expressionlessly and started the next creation.

There was no skill, only the hearty despair was venting, and the thin drawing paper was like a Shura field at this moment.

It was hard to imagine what this thin woman had experienced.

Slowly putting down his hand, Jiang Cheng turned around and looked directly into the eyes of the man in black, and the scarlet eyes were also looking at Lin Chen.

It was as if he was looking at a favorite work, and it was as if a brother was full of attachment to his sister, an attachment similar to that of poppy.

Crazy.

Morbid.

What was even more terrifying was the kind of palpitating purity.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng looked at Wu, the man in black, and his previous restraint disappeared from his words, "She would commit suicide at this time every day, and then wake up again."

"You trapped her in this reincarnation!" Jiang Cheng said loudly: "You are using her despair to create more and more strange stories!"

"I am protecting her. Wu, the man in black, had no ups and downs in his tone. He looked at the almost crazy woman in front of the easel, his eyes full of fascination, "The reason why my sister became like this is that she didn't know how to protect herself. She was too cowardly and didn't know the darkness of this world at all. "

"She always chooses to forgive, chooses to swallow her anger, hides everything in her heart, and doesn't tell anyone." Wu's expression began to change, and a blood-red curse similar to a talisman appeared on his skin, and the atmosphere got out of control a little bit.

"I asked her to kill the people who hurt her, but she refused! "

The black windbreaker fluttered without wind, and Wu's shadow appeared on the wall behind him, but the shadow was much taller and more terrifying than Wu in black.

It seemed that Wu in black in Jiang Cheng's eyes was just an appearance, a tip of the iceberg above the water, and the real Wu was hidden under the cold deep water.

And this tip of the iceberg has forced everyone into a desperate situation.

"Only by letting my sister create ghost stories by herself, she will know the nature of this world. I will not allow anyone to hurt my sister. "

Wu looked at Lin Chen, who was painting, with a look of attachment. It was hard to imagine that such a handsome face had such sharp eyebrows.

A chill ran through Jiang Cheng's body like an electric current. He felt like he was being stared at by the devil, but Wu was clearly not looking at him.

In his eyes, there was only room for one woman.

He just stood there silently, as if he didn't care about anything, didn't care about anything, as long as Lin Chen was by his side.

He turned his sight away, and the next scene made him pause unconsciously. It was not the black-clothed man Wu who was staring at him, but his shadow on the wall.

The shadow was invisible and intangible, and its height was far more than 3 meters. A part of it was even bent on the ceiling, almost blending into the darkness.

A pair of narrow, scarlet eyes were embedded in it, staring at him coldly.

Jiang Cheng actually read a strong desire from those eyes.

It was coveting something.

From himself.

"Ah! Ah! "Suddenly, there was a heart-wrenching scream from a woman. Lin Chen dropped his paintbrush and looked at his work in front of him.

The despair accumulated before was squandered again. After regaining a bit of consciousness, Lin Chen absolutely could not accept that he would draw such a weird painting.

She collapsed, grabbing her body with both hands, and finally her face. Her fair skin was torn and scratched with blood marks.

Jiang Cheng felt pain just looking at it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the man in black was distracted, Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated, rushed over with a brisk step, and reached into his pocket at the same time.

It was self-evident what he was going to do.

Show Lin Chen the good side behind the man in black, the painting that Lin Chen had painted before, to awaken her past memories and the original intention of creating nothing.

Creating nothing was just a way for Lin Chen to escape reality. What she wanted to create at the beginning was the good side.

As for the appearance of this dark side of Wu, it is just a terrible derivative.

What is more terrible is that this derivative actually controls the creator and completely suppresses the good side.

But fortunately, he cannot destroy the good side.

Just like no matter how strong a person is, he can't destroy his own shadow.

A huge and terrifying pressure came from behind, and the knife light instantly illuminated this small room.

What is even more weird is that although Wu is behind him, Jiang Cheng feels that this knife is about to fall on the center of his eyebrows.

But fortunately, Jiang Cheng is a little faster after all.

A tiny wound has been cracked on the center of his eyebrows, and a few drops of bright red blood drip along the center of his eyebrows. The good side of Wu is hidden deep in Lin Chen's heart.

Only, and only through this painting!

Can the good side be awakened and end it all.

But the next second, Jiang Cheng stopped.

His hands were in his pockets, and he didn't take out the painting.

Lin Chen stood in front of him in confusion, with a painful and confused look on his face. Everything was real like the fact.

And the blade that was about to cut Jiang Cheng open from the center of his forehead suddenly disappeared.

There was a strange calmness in the air, as if nothing had happened.