"The person who painted this painting was very thoughtful and created it from the perspective of a corpse." Ma Ying looked at the painting in her hand. She seemed to be infected by the emotions in the painting and felt a little uncomfortable.
"I think it's quite awkward. It feels weird to see a living person from the perspective of a dead person." Liu Xianxian took a look and lost interest: "I always feel that this painting is for the dead. Maybe this painting is
It was roughly drawn by the teacher.”
"Don't talk nonsense." Ma Ying put the painting aside. When she was about to look at the second painting, her finger touched the drawing paper and a small piece of paint was stained on her fingertips: "Isn't it dry yet?"
She froze on the spot, her head in a daze.
"This painting seems to have been painted recently. Someone else must have come in the warehouse, but why did he paint here? And the painting is so different?"
Ma Ying thought of what Liu Xianxian said before entering the building. When a student passed by the West District at night, she saw someone waving inside. After entering, she found a severely damaged body.
"Is it really the sketch teacher who draws?" A terrible thought came to her mind. Ma Ying couldn't help but take a step back. She wanted to stay away from the cabinet, but she was curious about other paintings.
In the end, curiosity defeated fear, and Ma Ying stood in front of the cabinet and looked at the second painting.
This is an oil painting. The colors chosen by the author make people look very depressing. The gray sky is pressing overhead, black crows are pecking at the pale flesh, and a hand that is about to rot is struggling to reach out from the ground.
"It's a very pessimistic and hopeless world, without any color."
Ma Ying looked at the third painting, which showed a little girl holding an apple.
This painting is completely opposite to the previous one. The girl is wearing cute and bright clothes, standing under the neon light, with an attractive apple in her hand.
From the background to the costumes, it's full of color and light, but the painting still makes people feel uncomfortable.
The reason is that the little girl in the middle is out of tune with the entire painting. Her exposed skin is an abnormal gray-white color. She is holding an apple in her hand and wants to eat it, but she seems to know very well that even if she bites it,
One bite and you can't taste the taste of apple.
Her delicate little face showed a very simple desire, she wanted to know the taste of apples.
Putting down the third painting, Ma Ying looked at the last painting.
This is a realistic painting, which shows a person whose body has been dismantled.
Ma Ying saw no discomfort in the sight that was difficult for ordinary people to accept.
When she took the anatomy class for the first time, she understood a truth: dead people are different from living people. They are now just a cold machine, a machine made of complex parts that can no longer operate again.
mechanical.
The dismantled man in the painting is staring at his own body, and perhaps he is also thinking about whether he can still be called a human.
Ma Ying stared at the portrait in the last painting for a long time, and suddenly she seemed to think of something.
She took out her phone and clicked on the video her sister had sent her before she disappeared. When the video reached the twelfth second, she pressed the pause button.
At that time, the camera happened to capture the window, where a woman was holding the window sill with her hands, exposing half of her face.
After comparing the faces in the paintings, Ma Ying suddenly discovered that the woman's skin color was very similar to the colors of the portraits in these paintings!
"What's going on? One is a video shot, it's real, the other is just a drawing, it's fictitious."
Her arms trembled involuntarily, and she felt that the woman on the phone screen and the figures in the painting were looking at her.
I raised my hand to put a few paintings into the cabinet and closed the cabinet door before that feeling disappeared.
"The protagonists in the painting seem to be general anatomy teachers. If you think about it this way, the woman lying at the window in the video is actually a corpse? But why is the corpse lying at the window?"
The video was paused at the last second, and the woman lying on the window looked at the photographer. Ma Ying felt that the woman was staring at her through the screen.
"There seems to be a complex emotion in her eyes. This is definitely not what a corpse can do." Ma Ying turned off the video and kept looking at the woman. She was also a little scared: "My sister's disappearance must be related to this woman.
, these paintings can be regarded as clues.”
Putting her hand on the cabinet door, Ma Ying touched the sticky cabinet door and felt more and more strange: "There is formalin left on the cabinet door. The paintings in the cabinet were created from the perspective of the teacher. My sister was also in the cabinet door."
He disappeared when he saw a corpse-like monster. Could it be that the dead are really 'resurrected'?"
"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian's voice came from behind, and this timid girl seemed to run into the depths of the warehouse alone.
"Where are you?" Ma Ying could only hear Liu Xianxian's voice, but she couldn't see anyone. There were too many clutter in the warehouse, blocking her view.
"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian shouted again, but still only called Ma Ying's name.
Ma Ying, who had just been frightened by the video and the painting, became highly vigilant. She grabbed a broken chair next to her and walked towards the place where the sound came from.
Passing through the shelves, she saw a straight figure standing in an inconspicuous corner of the warehouse.
"Liu Xianxian?" Ma Ying held the chair with one hand and raised her phone. Before the light could hit the figure, her shoulder was suddenly tapped.
"who!"
With a shake of her arms, Ma Ying grabbed the chair and threw it behind her. When the chair was about to hit the person behind her, she saw him clearly and stopped forcefully.
The chair passed by the person behind it and hit the shelf, making a loud noise.
Retracting her arm stiffly, Liu Xianxian did not expect Ma Ying to have such a big reaction. She was also shocked: "Xiaoying, why do you feel a little strange tonight?"
Putting down the chair, Ma Ying took a deep breath: "I'm surprised? You suddenly tapped me on the shoulder here. Do you want to scare me to death?"
"We have been to this place several times. There is nothing to be afraid of." At that moment, Liu Xianxian felt that Ma Ying's face was a little ferocious.
"It's different. I'm now certain that someone came in before we came!" Ma Ying suddenly remembered something when she said this. She picked up her phone and took a photo of the corner she was planning to look at!
"Where are the people?"
It was empty there, not a soul in sight.
"Xiaoying, don't scare me. Is there anyone else besides us?" Liu Xianxian stood behind Ma Ying: "Even if someone came in before us, he may not still be in this warehouse now."
"That person didn't leave, I just saw him with my own eyes!" Ma Ying simply couldn't imagine that just when she and Liu Xianxian were searching with confidence, there was another person standing in the warehouse.
"Leave now, I have a very bad feeling." Ma Ying picked up the chair on the ground again, trying to persuade Liu Xian to leave.
"No, we can't leave now." Liu Xianxian stood there with a firm attitude. She grabbed Ma Ying's arm and said, "I just found the statue on the other side of the warehouse."