Alone, surrounded by terrifying darkness, Victor didn't know where to escape even if he wanted to.
Carefully recalling the scene at the moment when the door was broken, it was impossible to see clearly what was pouring out from the door, only a flash of viscosity and chaos.
Invisible art?
It was difficult for Victor to confirm. After all, Tony should be the one closest to the apartment door, and he was standing relatively far back.
But unfortunately, he was the only one trapped in this otherworldly scene, while the others disappeared.
The candlelight in the fourth floor window was still flickering, and a figure could be vaguely seen moving there.
Is it Pickman?
Victor swallowed, put his hand in his pocket, and held the charm tightly.
Nothing scary rushed out from the entrance of the apartment. On the contrary, the darkness seemed to still be calling him to step into it.
"Golden Armor, True Jade Curse to Protect Life, Blessing and Infinite Heavenly Lord Talisman..."
It was still the iconic two-piece self-protection suit. Victor quickly blessed himself with it, and then summoned Xiao Hei, turning it into a strange species like a cloak and wrapping it around his upper body.
After swallowing his saliva, Victor decided to enter the apartment building to check.
If Pickman is really on the fourth floor, then he must be involved in the current situation.
But what Victor couldn't figure out was why Pickman, as an ordinary person with some weird talents, could exert even weirder powers than the Seers.
What secret is hidden in him?
Invisible art...
Secrets, potions, relics, rituals.
In addition to these four forms of expression, are there others?
"Is it a ritual?" The moment Victor stepped into the door, he suddenly thought in his mind whether Pickman was performing some kind of ritual.
Sudden!
A hand stretched out from the side and grabbed Victor's wrist.
The little black one on his body immediately attacked in that direction, but nothing hit him. Then, a familiar voice came from the darkness.
"Shh...it's me, sir."
The one who walked out of the darkness turned out to be Li Anlong!
He held a newly lit candle, and the candlelight illuminated his face very clearly.
Victor was originally frightened, but after seeing Li Anlong, his fear turned into surprise.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
Li Anlong replied simply: "I don't know, but I saw you coming in, so I came over to say hello."
As he spoke, he turned his attention to the little black on Victor's body.
Wriggling protoplasm?
Lianlong recognized it. This was the first time he saw Victor controlling Xiao Hei himself.
Victor frowned and explained casually: "My pet."
Li Anlong pushed the frame and said in a slightly surprised tone: "It's really amazing. I have never seen anyone who can control the wriggling protoplasm. After all... this is a product of obsession. It can appear in the material world, proving that it
It has taken over the body of an obsessed person."
Victor would not bother to explain to him, but just sneered: "Thank you, but this is my unique technique, and I am not prepared to teach it to others."
The unique technology is fake, only the missing piece of flesh is real. Victor would not say that Xiao Hei is actually the flesh on his back. Otherwise, how could he control it so easily?
Lianlong knew what Victor meant and was very sensible and did not discuss this topic again.
Then, Victor asked him if he had seen anyone else, and Rianlong replied: "Maybe, only the two of us are the chosen ones."
In other words, after Li Anlong was affected by the turbid force, he appeared directly in the corridor of the apartment, and there was no one else around.
Why were they both dragged into this dark world? Was it because they both had red hair? Or was it because of Pickman's will?
There was no point in thinking too much. Victor took the candle from Li Anlong's hand, and after the two packed up their equipment, they stepped onto the stairs.
Victor didn't bring a gun, but Rhianlon did.
After discussing it, they performed divination at the same time in the corridor.
On Victor's hand, the hexagrams moved erratically again, making it impossible to measure accurately.
The same goes for Li Anlong. After taking out his pendulum, it kept spinning and couldn't stop at all.
"Divination is useless..." Li Anlong shook his head, "It seems that we can only gamble on luck."
Victor's Yang Talisman has been affixed to himself a long time ago, but he doesn't know if it will work.
He took a deep breath, walked ahead, and climbed up the stairs.
Miraculously, nothing happened in the apartment that was originally thought to be full of dangers.
Except for the light and darkness, no strange thing came out to attack them.
The two of them arrived at the fourth floor smoothly.
At this time, there was a rustling sound in my ears, similar to the movement of crayons being applied.
Victor looked over following the sound and found the flickering candlelight.
After he and Li Anlong looked at each other, he pushed open the ajar door and looked at the scene inside.
Pickman was indeed there, with his back to the door and one hand constantly applying color to the canvas in front of him.
It was a very rich color, a very deep red, so red it was black and mottled.
The painter's hands kept shaking, his back was shaking slightly, and he kept mumbling, as if he was very eager to complete this work.
Thinking about what happened in the Clown Club, Victor's eyes did not dare to linger on the painting. He kept looking at Pickman's back, holding the fire charm and stepping into the room.
"Pickman..."
I tried to call out, but got no response from the painter, whose hands shook faster.
"Pickman Van Ley, I am Watson, do you remember me?"
Victor continued to take a step forward, then stopped to observe the painter's reaction.
"You need treatment, Mr. Pickman." Rianlong walked to Victor, but Victor stopped him, preventing him from getting any closer.
At this time, Pickman made a trembling voice and spoke.
"Watson...Mr. Watson...you are here..."
Seeing that the other party still had reason, Victor was slightly surprised, so he hurriedly responded: "Yes, it's me. Do you know what the situation is now? Have you seen your surroundings? It's all your doing?"
Pickman immediately interrupted his speech: "Mr. Watson! I will finish it right away. I promised you to use paintings to solve the riddle!"
Victor was stunned and asked in surprise: "You mean... the painting you are painting now is used to explain that riddle?"
"Yes, yes!" Pickman still didn't turn around, and kept saying, "I heard the voice of God, and He asked me to complete this work... this work... yes, this is it, as long as it is completed
, you know the answer! God will be happy too...praise God only! Praise Him!"
Hearing this, Victor's expression froze. He glanced at Li Anlong beside him and found that the gentle scholar's expression was also more solemn than ever before.
A mysterious aura gradually filled the surroundings, and Victor began to tremble all over, and his hair stood on end.
He tested Pickman: "God? What God?"
Pickman's hand paused momentarily. After a few breaths, his fingers began to exert force inexplicably, slowly crushing the crayon into powder.
Suddenly, he turned his face, his eyes were empty and without eyeballs, and blood could not stop flowing on his face.
He shouted towards Victor: "You! How can you not know Him! How can you not know Him! The lurking chaos! The faceless whisperer of the night!"
Victor was frightened by this horrifying moment and took two steps back. At this time, his eyes inevitably turned to Pickman's painting.
The painting depicts an extremely chaotic object, an endless array of faces, twisted and chaotically fused together.
They were roaring, roaring, gnawing at the flesh of other faces nearby, biting each other's ears off, and eating each other's eyeballs.
A strong impact rushed straight into Victor's mind, and something inside him was shattered in an instant.
Victor's eyes immediately began to ooze blood. It was as if a bomb had been detonated in his brain, and his consciousness was directly blown to pieces. What rushed out of the destroyed reason was the fear that pervaded his whole body!
