Chapter 778: Third Floor

Compared with oil canvas, oil painting paper is cheaper and easier to handle, which is suitable for daily training of novices.

But oil painting is a special kind of painting. Art students usually have a certain foundation in art before they can start to create oil paintings. At this time, most of them are not interested in oil painting paper as a primary painting material, so when Chen Ge saw the painting on the easel When painting on oil paper, he was a little puzzled, what kind of person created this work?

Chen Ge studied toy design and manufacturing at university, and he has taken some courses related to art and appreciation. He can see some tricks from the other party's simple composition. The person who drew this picture is definitely not a novice.

"He seems to be trying to express something." Chen Ge slid his fingers across the paper, the upper half of the paper is rough, the lower half is smooth, and the touch is completely different: "Why does he have to paint oil paintings? Is it Because oil painting can better express his meaning?"

Two upside-down wards, two patients with exactly the same appearance, no problem can be seen from the composition of the picture, only when you touch it with your hands, you will find that the materials of the upper and lower parts of the drawing paper seem to be different.

"It's an oil painting, do I need to smear paint on it to see the difference?"

With the mentality of giving it a try, Chen Ge lifted the white cloth on the shelf and prepared to choose paints.

The shelves are very large. The paints here are different from those sold in the store. They are all packed in glass cups without any trademarks or instructions.

"Why... only red?"

Looking at the rows of glasses, Chen Ge was stunned. There were all kinds of red on the shelves, but there were no other colors except red.

Reaching out to unscrew the lid of the cup, a faint smell of blood wafted out. Chen Ge can be sure that this is definitely not the smell that oil paints can emit.

"Just use it."

Chen Ge picked up the paintbrush on the easel, and smeared the red liquid in the cup on the oil painting paper.

After the first stroke, Chen Ge noticed something went wrong.

There seems to be an invisible dividing line in the middle of this piece of paper. The dye in the cup only left a light red mark on the upper half of the drawing paper, but left a dark red mark like a scar on the lower half. handwriting.

After several consecutive strokes, the painting on the easel changed its appearance.

The upper part seemed to be just a ward with light red lights on, but the lower part seemed to be soaked in blood.

The patients in the painting have exactly the same expressions, but they give people a world of difference.

One looked ordinary, with a slightly dazed expression, and the other was covered in blood, with hatred and resentment condensed on his face.

"Is this painting reflecting the world behind the door? Or does it have other meanings?"

After a few seconds, Chen Ge saw an even more miraculous scene.

On that special drawing paper, the color in the upper half is slowly fading, while the color in the lower half is deepening, as if the upper half of the painting poured all the blood into the lower half.

"Isn't the world inside and outside the door just like this? The despair in reality keeps pouring into the world behind the door, one purifies itself, and the other keeps becoming more desperate."

The more Chen Ge looked at it, the more he felt that the painting was related to the door. He tried to remove the painting, but he only removed half of it, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Is that thing coming?"

The hairs stood up in an instant, and Chen Ge resolutely gave up taking the painting. He slid a scrap of manuscript from the ground, and trotted to the window.

Before entering the building, Chen Ge checked it outside. All the windows of this building are not equipped with anti-theft nets.

Pulling back the thick gray-black curtains, Chen Ge pushed open the window, and was just about to climb out when he suddenly saw a person standing downstairs.

The other party lowered his head, wearing leather shoes, tall and thin, and in a very abnormal state.

"Teacher Bai?"

Teacher Bai, who was originally guarding the boy's apartment, appeared around the laboratory building for some reason, as if he was looking for something.

Chen Ge's body that was about to turn over fell back again, and he closed the curtains with lingering fear: "Almost found!"

Looking outside through the gap in the curtain,

Teacher Bai was wandering around the laboratory building, he seemed to be hesitating whether to enter the laboratory building or not.

"Jumping from here, it just landed on his face, what should I do?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of knocking on the door became urgent, and Chen Ge was now in a dilemma.

His brain was running fast, but the things outside the door didn't intend to give him too much time.

The sound of the key being inserted into the lock was like a knife stabbing into Chen Ge's chest. He didn't have time to hesitate, and the door would be opened in the next moment.

"It doesn't matter, let's leave first."

With the bag on his back, Chen Ge stepped on the edge of the window.

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

He saw the timing and moved to the window sill of the next room.

"Hang it outside, and Teacher Bai will see it sooner or later. This position is too conspicuous."

Holding on to the external air conditioner with both hands, before Chen Ge could breathe a sigh of relief, the door of the paint storage room was opened.

The person in the house seemed to see that the window was open, and was walking towards the window!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. At this time, as long as the other party stretched out his head and looked out the window, Chen Ge would be spotted.

"Go to the third floor!"

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ge grabbed the window sill on the third floor with both hands, and climbed to the window sill on the third floor without any protective gear.

Just as he climbed up to the window sill on the third floor, a pale arm stretched out from the window of the paint storage room on the second floor.

Chen Ge stepped on the palm-width window sill on the third floor, not even daring to breathe too hard.

Maintaining this posture consumes a lot of energy, and if you don't hold it firmly, you will fall.

Chen Ge tried to push the window on the third floor, but after finding that it was not locked, he jumped into it decisively.

Before he had time to check what was in the house, he hid by the window and watched Teacher Bai secretly.

"Why isn't he leaving?"

The third floor was the most dangerous floor. The elevator stopped on the third floor at first. When he took the elevator just now, the things in the elevator ended up going to the third floor.

Staying in the corner, Chen Ge didn't move. He decided to wait in this room until Teacher Bai left before making any further plans.

The night wind blew into the house, and the bright red curtains drifted across the neck. Chen Ge was about to close the windows tightly when he suddenly remembered that the curtains on the second floor seemed to be gray-black.

The body paused for a second, and Chen Ge took a few steps back. After getting away from the window, he opened the door and rushed out.

There was no light in the dark corridor. The doors of all the laboratories on the third floor were open, and some of them were still making creaking noises.

Gently closing the door behind him, Chen Ge directly entered the room on the other side of the corridor.

He thought about going out through the window of this room, which happened to be on the other side of the building, so that he could perfectly avoid Mr. Bai.