Chapter 380 The Third Person

"The person who painted this painting is very thoughtful, and created it from the perspective of a corpse." Ma Ying looked at the painting in her hand. She seemed to be infected by the emotions in the painting and felt a little uncomfortable.

"I think it's rather awkward. It feels weird to see a living person from the perspective of a dead person." Liu Xianxian glanced at it and lost interest, "I always feel that this painting is for the dead, maybe this painting is It's mostly drawn by the teacher."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ma Ying put the painting aside, and when she was about to look at the second painting, her fingers rubbed against the painting paper, and her fingertips were stained with a small piece of paint: "Isn't it dry yet?"

She froze in place, her head stunned.

"This painting seems to have been painted recently. There must have been other people in the warehouse, but why did he paint here? Is he still painting in such a different way?"

Ma Ying thought of what Liu Xianxian said before entering the building. When a student passed by the West District at night, they saw someone beckoning inside. After entering, they found a badly damaged body.

"It's really the general teacher who paints?" A terrible thought emerged in her mind. Ma Ying took a step back uncontrollably. She wanted to stay away from the cabinet, but she was curious about other paintings.

In the end, curiosity overcame fear. 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 makes people look depressing. The gray sky is pressing overhead, the black crow is pecking at the pale cockroach, and a hand that is about to rot struggles to stick out of the ground.

"Very pessimistic and desperate world, without any color."

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

This painting is the exact opposite of the previous one. The girl is wearing cute and bright clothes, standing under the neon light, and the apple in her hand is attractive.

From the background to the clothing, full of color and light, the painting still feels uncomfortable.

The reason lies in the little girl in the middle. She doesn't fit in with the whole painting. Her exposed skin is abnormally gray and white. She holds an apple in her hand and wants to eat it, but she seems to know very well that even if she bites it herself. One bite, but also can not taste the taste of apples.

The delicate little face showed a very simple desire, she wanted to know the taste of apples.

Putting down the third painting, Ma Ying looked at the last painting.

This is a realistic painting of a man whose body has been dismantled.

Ma Ying didn't see any discomfort at the sight that was unacceptable to ordinary people.

In her first anatomy class, she understood a truth. Dead people are different from living people. They are now just a cold machine, a complex built of parts that can no longer function again. mechanical.

The disassembled person in the painting is staring at his body, perhaps he is also thinking about whether he can still be called a human being.

Staring at the portrait in the last painting, Ma Ying looked at it for a long time, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the video sent to her by her sister before she disappeared. At the twelfth second of the video, she pressed the pause button.

At that time, the camera happened to be at the window, and there was a woman holding the window sill with her hands, revealing half of her face.

Comparing the faces in the paintings, Ma Ying suddenly found that the woman's skin color was very similar to the colors of the portraits in these paintings!

"What's going on? One was filmed on video, it was real, and the other was just drawn, it's fictional."

Her arms trembled involuntarily, and she felt that the woman on the phone screen and the portraits in the paintings were looking at her.

I raised my hand and put a few paintings into the cabinet. After closing the door, the feeling disappeared.

"The protagonist in the painting seems to be a general teacher. If you think about it this way, the woman lying at the window in the video is actually a corpse? But why is the corpse lying on the window?"

The video was paused at the last second, and the woman lying on the window in the screen looked at the photographer, and Ma Ying felt that the woman was staring at her across the screen.

"There seems to be a complex emotion in her eyes, which is definitely not something a corpse can do." Ma Ying turned off the video and kept looking at the woman, she was also a little scared: "My sister's disappearance must be related to this woman. , these paintings are also clues.”

Putting her hand on the cabinet door, Ma Ying touched the sticky door, feeling more and more strange: "There is formalin left on the cabinet door, the paintings in the cabinet are created from the general teacher's point of view, and my sister is also there. Seeing a corpse-like monster disappearing, is the dead really 'resurrected'?"

"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian's voice came from behind. This timid girl seemed to run into the depths of the warehouse by herself.

"Where are you?" Ma Ying could only hear Liu Xianxian's voice, but she couldn't see anyone. There were too many clutter in the warehouse, blocking her vision.

"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian shouted again, still only calling Ma Ying's name.

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

Passing through the shelves, she saw a straight figure standing in a very inconspicuous corner of the warehouse.

"Liu Xianxian?" Holding the chair with one hand, Ma Ying raised her phone. Before the light could reach the figure, she was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

"Who!"

With a flick of her arm, Ma Ying grabbed the chair and smashed it behind her. When the chair was about to touch the person behind her, she saw him clearly and stopped forcibly.

The chair swiped across the man behind him and hit the shelf, making a loud noise.

She retracted her arm stiffly. Liu Xianxian did not expect such a big reaction from Ma Ying. She was also taken aback: "Xiaoying, why are you feeling a little strange tonight?"

Putting down the chair, Ma Ying took a deep breath: "I'm strange? You suddenly patted me on the shoulder here, are you trying to scare me to death?"

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

"It's not the same, I can already be sure that someone came in before we came!" Ma Ying said that she suddenly remembered something, she picked up the phone and looked at the corner that she was going to look at!

"What about people?"

It was empty and there was no one there.

"Xiaoying, don't scare me, there's no one else besides us?" Liu Xianxian stood behind Ma Ying: "Even if someone came in before us, he might not be in this warehouse now."

"That person didn't leave, I just saw him with my own eyes!" Ma Ying couldn't imagine that just when she and Liu Xianxian were searching with confidence, there was another person standing in the warehouse.

"Leave right away, I have a very bad feeling." Ma Ying picked up the chair on the ground again, trying to persuade Liu Xian to leave.

"No, I can't go now." Liu Xianxian stood on the spot with a firm attitude, she grabbed Ma Ying's arm tightly: "I just found the statue on the other side of the warehouse."