Chapter 827 No. 1

The blood-oozing face seemed to be a deflated ball, wrinkled and stuck to the ground. If Zhu Long and Zhang Ju hadn't blocked it, these dirty things would probably have crawled onto Chen Ge's body.

"It seems that this brother doesn't want to have a good conversation with us."

The blood in the studio was spreading, and Chen Ge stood behind Zhu Long and Zhang Ju, using his Yin pupil to look up and down at the red clothes in front of him.

Blood splattered, the red clothes swayed, and various instruments of torture hung from his skin. Every time he took a step, a broken face would fall from the coat.

There are also three, six, and nine grades among the red clothes. Unfortunately, the red clothes that Chen Ge and the others encountered belonged to the extremely dangerous category.

But this is what makes Chen Ge even more strange. Zhang Ju and Zhu Long are not afraid at all when facing such a red-clothed man. They are different from Xu Yin's crazy and irrational fighting.

Zhu Long and Zhang Ju were rational, their expressions were calm, as if there was a voice in their minds telling them that there was no need to be afraid at all.

After Hong Yi saw Zhu Long and Zhang Ju, he didn't do anything immediately. He raised his head slowly, his whole face was covered by wet hair.

Chen Ge could see a face full of black blood vessels through the gaps in the black hair. It was pale and sickly, and it seemed to be smiling.

"Tick tock."

A middle-aged man's face fell off the sleeve of the red coat and fell between Chen Ge and him.

"Help me, this skinny devil, save..."

"Snapped!"

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, a blood-stained anti-smashing shoe fell heavily on his face.

His words were forcibly interrupted, and his entire face was torn apart.

The room was very quiet, and because of the silence, the sound of blood dripping was very clear.

The blood on the anti-smashing shoe became deeper, and the original color was covered up, as if it was blood red itself.

"Let's get out of the way, his target is not us." The weak Zhou Tu looked up at the red-clothed man, his gaze never dodging: "He stayed here just to wait for this day, and he wanted to be the first to see The scene in the studio, because he is both a manager and a participant."

"Participants?"

"He is the author of the sixth painting, connecting two monsters with upside-down worlds!"

While Zhou Tu was saying this, his eyes kept staring at the red-clothed man. His memory had already awakened. Although he was weak at this moment, he had a special temperament on his body.

The red-clothed man at the door was not offended by being called a monster, he seemed to like the name very much.

Footsteps sounded in the oil painting room. Hong Yi and Chen Ge passed by, leaving bloodstains all over the floor, and walked to the center of the studio.

He finally stopped beside the sixth painting, looking at the oil painting that had already changed beyond recognition.

Chen Ge vaguely remembered the content of the sixth painting. He was carrying the big mirror in the dance studio alone, but accidentally slipped and fell, and the mirror was broken.

There were fragments of mirrors everywhere on the ground, and a blood-red human face was reflected in each fragment.

"Leave him alone, let's go first." Zhou Tu was supported by Wang Yicheng, and walked towards the door.

Chen Ge also didn't want to confront this monster for the time being, and fled downstairs with other club members.

"Still jumping out of the window?"

Wang Yicheng opened the door of the classroom next to him, and the puppet sculpture covered in white cloth in the room moved abnormally.

Beads of blood quietly emerged from under the white cloth.

"Most of the painting materials and props in the laboratory building were made by that pervert just now." Zhou Tu's expression was still very bad, and it didn't get better after leaving the studio: "Including the red paint and those smelly canvases."

There is no need to elaborate on Zhou Tu, everyone already understands how those painting materials are made.

"Did so many people die in this abandoned school?" Chen Ge was a little puzzled: "I saw several warehouses on the fourth floor, and they were all full of 'painting materials'."

"I do know a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I know everything." Zhou Tu's attitude towards Chen Ge was very strange. fear.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the oil painting room behind him, and several people turned their heads to look. The spine of the monster in red was completely stretched out, his back was swollen, and his ribs extended to both sides. a cruel tool.

He stood with his back to the door, as if he was using the tools on his body to modify the painting.

"Stay away from him." Zhou Tu asked Wang Yicheng to open the window and take himself down first.

The glass window was pushed open, Zhou Tu and Wang Yicheng left first, followed by Chen Ge, but when he stood by the window, he suddenly froze for a moment.

In the shadows at the southeast corner of the laboratory building stood a man, wearing black leather shoes, with a pale face and gloomy eyes, holding a set of little girl's nightdress and a collar for tying dogs in his hands.

"Teacher Bai?"

Chen Ge has dark pupils, so he saw Teacher Bai at a glance, and also saw the blood on the girl's nightdress: "What happened to his daughter?"

Teacher Bai, who was hiding in the shadows, also found Chen Ge. He seemed to have been here for a long time. It was probably because he didn't expect that there were other people around Chen Ge, so he didn't do anything.

"This is the genuine Teacher Bai. I took his ID and replaced his identity. It would not be good if my students knew about these things." Chen Ge felt that Zhang Ju and the others should be able to guess that he was not a school Teacher, but no one has pierced this layer of window paper, at least on the surface everyone is working hard to maintain the stability of the community.

"I have to find a reason to kill him. There should be many people around me who are good at things like destroying corpses and destroying traces." There is still a fierce ghost hiding in Chen Ge's shadow. A pawn in Singer Chen.

Having made a decision, Chen Ge's gaze towards Teacher Bai softened. He sped up his movements and jumped downstairs in less than a minute.

"Where is the person?" After landing his feet, Chen Ge looked at the corner of the laboratory building again, and Teacher Bai had disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Tu's voice became smaller and smaller, as if it would disappear at any moment: "I don't have much time, I have to tell you something, it's about whether I can find myself, It is also related to the life and death of each of you."

"Come on, let's listen." Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood around Chen Ge, surrounded by them.

"The thirteen paintings in the oil painting room represent thirteen people, each of them is the same as the red clothes we met just now, very scary." Zhou Tu took a breath, and waited for Wang Yicheng to help him into the bushes, away from them. After the experimental building, he continued to speak: "The ranking has nothing to do with strength, it is completely random, but there is one exception."

"exception?"

"No. 1 is an exception. I don't have any memory about No. 1. I only know that he likes painting very much. He is a painter."