He was not the only one who failed to realize the seriousness of the problem.
Many people were throwing things on the stage, but no one was throwing knives. Everyone valued fun more. If they killed the painter directly, wouldn't they lose a clown?
However, Pickman still had a tense face and painted regardless. If Abigail were here and used her spiritual vision to observe, she would definitely be able to see some terrible colors converging on the painter's face.
around the body.
This is not a protracted battle. Pickman must paint what he wants to express on the canvas in the shortest possible time.
And because of the interference from the audience, his mentality became increasingly disordered and gradually turned to extremes.
Such extremes would also affect his works, so a strange masterpiece was born on the garbage heap on the ground.
"finished!"
He suddenly shouted and stood up, crushing an orange under his feet without caring at all.
The spectators outside were still shouting for him to get out.
At this time, Pickman didn't care about anything. He turned his work over, held it high above his head, and showed it to everyone.
Someone continued to pick up the fruit on the table and wanted to throw it at him, but his hand stopped and his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the content above the artist's head.
Victor only saw a tangled mass of colors, but could not see the specific content yet. His whole body instantly felt a chill, his hairs immediately stood up, and a crazy picture spontaneously appeared in his mind...
He didn't know what it was, and he felt as if he was dazzled. Then he trembled inside, and he actually had thoughts of fear and fear.
There is some strange power destroying his mental body!
Li Anlong, who was originally calm and calm, also became serious, and he murmured: "Bad omen..."
Then he stretched out his hand to block Victor's sight and reminded him: "Don't keep staring at that thing!"
Victor looked away for an instant, his heart pounding and he broke out in a cold sweat.
The two seers were mentally stronger than ordinary people, but the other spectators were not so lucky.
Those guys were all caught by the picture that Pickman held high above their heads. The whole place was silent and fear filled the air silently.
Later, blood dripped from under someone's mask, and his ears began to bleed...
Within two breaths, there were screams from the crowd. The guy pulled off the mask on his face. His eyes were bloodshot and he was bleeding...
More and more screams sounded, people threw away their masks, scratched their faces, and some even started to pick his eyes...
These are ordinary people with weak minds and bodies, but there are always humans with slightly stronger minds and bodies. Although they did not bleed from their seven orifices, they howled like crazy and ran away with their heads in their hands, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
What exactly was painted in that painting?
It's not important anymore.
The important thing is that except for the two people from the Anti-Suppression Department, all the viewers started to go crazy...
Only the two people from the Anti-Suppression Department understood that their mental bodies had been destroyed, all rationality and wisdom had disappeared, and what was left was only the human instinct to avoid panic.
Pickman was smiling awkwardly on the stage, but when he saw the audience starting to go crazy, his own smile gradually disappeared.
"What...what happened?"
Even Pickman himself did not expect that his impromptu drawing would actually cause the club's biggest accident...
The original puppet host was shaking all over, and his employees were running around like crazy, unable to direct and control the scene.
People who lost their rationality began to attack each other and used all means of killing. Blood stained the auditorium and the scene became extremely cruel.
Someone rushed to the table where Rianlong and Victor were sitting. Victor kicked him away and smashed his head with a stool.
"Let's go!"
He also knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, as he might be attacked by these lunatics if he stayed any longer.
Pickman was extremely helpless on the stage. Victor saw a crazy audience rushing towards him, holding a sharp table leg in his hand.
Victor yelled "Get off" and then threw a flying card at the man.
The card player blew away the guy who was charging at Pickman, and Pickman ran away with his head in his arms. Victor and Rianlong also repelled the attackers while approaching the stage.
He saw the puppet host disappear behind the stage and realized there must be some back door there, so he rushed on stage, pulled Pickman up and ran away.
There was indeed a passage backstage, but the crazy audience rushed over and fought with each other at the entrance of the passage, blocking the road.
Victor took out a fire spell again, but Lianlong took the lead and took out something with a golden luster from his clothes.
He used that thing to touch everyone who dared to come closer in turn. When the other people touched the thing, they all stopped moving, as if they had been cast a restraining spell or the petrification magic was released by the Gorgon.
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"Don't detonate it here. If it collapses, we will all be trapped."
Rianlong persuaded Victor and said.
The latter thought what he said was reasonable, and then saw Li Anlong taking the golden thing back.
It looked like a golden bowl, but Victor didn't see clearly what it looked like.
"A relic?" he guessed in his mind.
Finally, the three of them passed through the backstage, broke into the dressing room, and locked the door behind their backs.
Victor's eyes kept looking for the host of the club. He had many questions to ask him.
Pickman kept breathing heavily and apologized to the two of them.
"I don't know...I didn't know it would be like this! I didn't do this. In the past, they just thought my paintings were scary and very curious. But why did these people go crazy after seeing my paintings today?"
Victor did not look back at him, when he noticed a man wearing a top hat, holding the doll that had hosted the show before, rushed out of the dressing room, and ran away from the side.
He suddenly realized that the other party was the club owner who was controlling the puppets behind his back.
"We'll talk about your questions later..."
After saying a casual sentence, Victor quickly chased after him.
He kicked open the door and climbed up the winding stairs. He realized that this should be an escape route that could lead directly to the ground, so he quickly asked the other two to follow.
When they finally ran out, Victor ordered Rianlong to take Pickman to a safe place, while he continued to chase the guy in front of him and ran into the alley that forked the road.
The opponent turned a corner, and Victor chased after him and found that he had lost track of him.
It was a fork in the road with three lanes, and it was difficult to tell where the opponent was running, so Victor immediately made fortune-telling calculations, calculated the direction where the opponent was most likely to run away as quickly as possible, and then chased after him.
Finally, he caught up with the strange man and stopped in front of a certain wall.
The man didn't expect to run into a dead end and stayed silent in front of the high wall.
He was dressed exactly like the doll he was holding, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat. He was simply an enlarged version of the puppet.
"Oh...what a bad luck! Why is there no road? When was this place sealed?"
As he spoke, he turned around.
The light was very dark and he couldn't see his face clearly, but Victor felt that he had makeup on his face. Even if the lighting was good, he wouldn't know what this person looked like.
"Sir...since everyone has run away, why are they still chasing me? The accident down there has nothing to do with me..."