The bathroom door was slammed shut, and Pickman leaned over to the sink and quickly turned on the faucet, letting the sound of running water cover up his increasingly rapid breathing.
"Ha ha……"
The pupils dilated rapidly in his eyes, and the sweat on his forehead fell drop by drop.
A strange feeling permeated this small space.
He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.
His hair was messy, his eyes were darkened, and his expression was tense, as if he had aged ten years.
His chest felt tight and his heart was accelerating like a steam piston with maximum power. He felt a suffocation and he held his throat and vomited into the sink.
When he looked up again, the person in the mirror looked like a lonely ghost, his eyes were bloodshot and constantly congested, which really frightened Pickman.
He felt like something was moving in his eyes, so he moved his face closer, almost touching the surface of the mirror to observe.
But suddenly!
The image in the mirror actually grinned, revealing a strange smile.
"Hi, Fan Lei..."
Wow!
Pickman took two steps back in panic. When he stabilized his body, his reflection in the mirror returned to normal.
Bang bang bang!
Three knocks on the door startled him. It turned out to be the detective outside the door asking him what happened.
Pickman excused himself casually, and then looked at the mirror again. The expression of the person inside was in sync with his, and there was nothing unusual about it.
He breathed a sigh of relief, washed the handle and prepared to open the door and go out.
But when he turned the handle and opened the door, he found that the scenery behind the door had completely changed.
It is no longer the inner corridor of the Sanfran Police Station, but a strange world shrouded in darkness.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and golden lightning could be vaguely seen striking the earth. Each impact caused an earthquake and roar.
There was charred earth underfoot, some strange flying creatures were circling in groups overhead, a huge shadow loomed in the clouds, and strange sounds could be heard.
"here we go again……"
He was so frightened that he hurriedly returned to the bathroom, but as soon as he entered, he suddenly fell. When he got up, he realized that the bathroom was gone. At this moment, he was at the entrance of a house, and the bathroom inside was
On both sides are curved stairs leading to the second floor.
He opened his mouth wide and looked at this scene in disbelief.
He still remembered the painting hanging in the center of the second floor directly in front of him. It was the portrait of the first generation ancestor of their Fan Lei family.
That's right, this is actually the old home of the Vanley family, the place Pickman has tried his best to escape from all his life!
"Pickman Van Ray..."
A very soft voice came from inside, making the hair on Pickman's body stand up instantly.
"No……"
He trembled and muttered, then turned around to open the door, but found that the door was locked and could not be opened, so he kicked it twice, breaking the door, but found that the door was actually a fake one, with a red brick sealing it behind.
"No!"
Now he couldn't help it anymore and shouted loudly.
Pickman Van Ray…
Another voice called him, coming from the direction of the restaurant kitchen.
Pickman turned around covered in sweat, looked in that direction, and saw the dim candlelight flickering in the dark corridor.
"Pickman Van Ray."
The sound came from the side. Pickman turned his head nervously and found that the paintings hanging on the wall were actually moving!
All the characters in the painting seemed to have come alive. The eyes of all the portraits were staring at him, and they were still calling: "Pickman Van Ray..."
Pickman was agitated, and then the noise in the restaurant overshadowed the noise of the portraits.
The aroma of meat wafted out, and it seemed that many people were gathering together to eat. The sounds of clinking glasses and clinking knives and forks were very clear.
Pickman swallowed his saliva, moved closer, and pushed open the ajar door. What he saw was a gathering of the Van Lei family, young and old.
There is a rectangular table in the center of the restaurant. Facing it is a serious old man, Pickman's grandfather. He is sitting upright, with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, a napkin on his chest, and chewing in his mouth.
What are you wearing?
There are five seats in the two rows on the left and right. There are five people sitting on one side and four people sitting on the other side. They are all relatives of the Pickman family, men, women and children.
There is a vacant position reserved for Pickman.
The family was enjoying the sumptuous meal on the table, and no one noticed Pickman who opened the door.
And when Pickman saw the food on the table, his stomach suddenly turned upside down.
What they eat is the meat of various rotten animals, as well as spiders, maggots and leeches...
Pickman saw with his own eyes that his sister was scooping up a spoonful of squirming leeches, then putting it into her throat and chewing it with satisfaction.
Disgusting liquid flowed out of her mouth like soup, and a strange smell filled the air.
The cousins were fighting over an animal bone that was crawling with flies and maggots. They were gnawing at the carrion of the animal, and they couldn't see the moldy substances and fleshworms on the meat.
"Well……"
Pickman held on to the door frame and kept vomiting, his face extremely pale.
"Pickman Van Ray..."
The mother put down the half of the scorpion in her hand and finally looked at him: "You are late... for the family gathering..."
Pickman looked up and backed away in horror, only to have the door slam shut, locking him in the dining room.
"Pickman Van Ley...do you want to run away?" The grandfather, the head of the family, opened his eyes. When he opened his mouth, a live spider crawled out of his mouth.
Pickman's eyes were trembling, and the horror was beyond words.
"No!"
He struggled desperately, but was dragged to the dining table by his two cousins.
"This is the Fan Lei family...you can't escape!" The sister smiled at Pickman with her mouth full of blood. Then her face began to distort, her skull was misplaced, her eyes turned black, and black blood continued to flow out.
"Yes, you can't escape..." The two cousins who held Pickman down also experienced the same situation. Their eyeballs were bleeding and their skulls began to dislocate.
"Your curse comes from Fan Lei's bloodline, not your talent alone..." Grandfather's eyes also began to bleed. When he tilted his neck, he could clearly hear the sound of the spine breaking. As the skull was dislocated, from those dislocated
There are all kinds of faces growing on the face!
Everyone at the table was shaking like ghosts, and then their bones were dislocated, and human faces with various appearances continued to grow on their bodies.
"Look at me... Pickman..."
"Look at me... Pickman..."
Pickman sat at the dining room table, surrounded by faces that continued to sprout from the bodies of relatives.
"Look at me...Pickman...look at me...call my name..."
Pickman's eyes were filled with all kinds of strange sights, and his ears were filled with such terrible obscenities. His lips trembled, he covered his ears and closed his eyes, praying softly.
"Beyond the boundaries of light and darkness, the lurking chaos, the father of millions of favored ones, the faceless pillar - the God of many faces..."
…
Victor, who was talking to Tony in the corridor, had just told Tony his request.
Tony frowned as he listened to his narrative, looking incredulous.
"What? Cancel the wanted order? Who is it?"
Victor observed his reaction and said what he had planned early: "You don't need to know too much. He is an undercover agent arranged by the Anti-Suppression Department in the east. He was wanted because of an accident. This will ruin our plan.