Strange Game Designer Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Let me paint for you

The art classroom, dripping with red paint, echoed with the cold voice of the art teacher. She had never encountered such a situation in her many years of teaching, whether she was alive or dead.

“How can students all escape the classroom during school hours?”

Her voice came from the canvas, and slowly, all the murderer's paintings on the canvas changed to the victim's.

The five works all have the theme of classrooms and students. No one is dead in the paintings, but if you look closely, you will find that most of the students are looking at the podium, but the place where the teacher should be is empty.

The real victim should be the art teacher. Her body was separated and hidden in various places in the art room.

The red paint soaked into every painting, the floor cracked, the wall peeled off, and blood lines crawled out from the corners of the classroom, outlining the image of a woman on the canvas. She stood on the podium of each painting, quiet and gentle. , beautiful, but her eyes are full of resentment.

The 2104 art room is a restricted area in the school. Both the principal and the teachers know that there is a "big ghost" hiding here who will not rest in silence. She has special abilities and can hide in paintings and is almost impossible to be killed.

The woman in the painting stepped off the podium, as if she was about to walk out of the canvas.

“I will capture you one by one, make them into plaster statues of human bodies, and place them in the most conspicuous place.”

Looking at the door of the art room with resentful eyes, the art teacher's hand touched the red paint, and as soon as his white fingertips stretched out of the canvas, Xishan, who was the first to run out, opened the classroom door with a bang, and he and his classmates Ran back.

That beautiful and delicate hand was hanging in the air, and there was a trace of doubt in the art teacher's eyes.

The students returned to their seats very obediently and sat in the blood-red taboo painting room one by one, as if they were preparing to take the Academy of Fine Arts exam this year. No matter how difficult the environment was, they could not shake their desire for knowledge.

The art teacher's anger was halfway through, and all the students came back. The fat that had escaped took a roundabout way and was sent to their mouths again.

“No! There are four missing!” The confusion in the eyes was replaced by resentment again. The woman in the canvas did not step out of her painting. Her figure walked through the canvases and soon came to the door.

The scarlet paint painted the figure of a woman on the wall. She found that the house of resentment where she merged with the painting was wrapped in something.

"Even the school rules can't affect my room of complaint. How did I find this thing?" The art teacher discovered something that shocked and angered her. Someone actually painted on her room of complaint!

Some crazy lunatic used her house of resentment as a canvas, trying to forcefully turn her house of resentment into a work of his own.

Anger and hatred intertwined, the art teacher's eyes were fixed on the only student standing outside the classroom at this time - Gao Ming.

"Is it you? Are you also a painter?!" The art teacher's voice was full of hatred.

"Don't use it." Gao Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not speak, but a voice came to the art teacher's ears: "You are not worthy of being called a painter. At most, you can only be regarded as an art lover. "

“Art lover??” The art teacher has not heard such harsh words for a long time. It is far more offensive than saying she is ugly or has a bad temper. "That's not what I said." Gao Ming waved his hand and wanted to defend, but no matter how he explained, it was too late. The art teacher walked into Xia Yang's painting.

Xia Yang's house of resentment is the villa in the black and white photos. Every painting here contains Xia Yang's madness and thinking. It can be said that his life's inspiration, memory and value are in these paintings. As long as these paintings are still there, he will It won't disappear completely.

In terms of artistic attainments, the art teacher is indeed far inferior to Xia Yang. What is terrifying about her is her boundless resentment towards the murderer and the living. It is hatred that turned her studio into a house of resentment.

Two painters who specialize in different directions disagree with each other, and the way they fight is eye-opening to Gao Ming. Neither the art teacher nor Xia Yang stepped out of their own paintings. They used blood and memory as paint, and their remaining obsessions as brushes to paint on each other's house of resentment.

Each of the painter's works contains his own will. When one party's room of resentment is completely occupied by one party's will, he loses everything and becomes the work of the other party.

The art teacher has never encountered a similar big ghost before. She was taken advantage of by Xia Yang. The resentment on the other party was obviously not strong, but she couldn't find a flaw.

"I really don't like bullying children. You are a gifted child in my eyes. You remind me of the day when I was four years old, when I went to the studio for the first time. The little girl sitting next to me. She She clumsily holds the paintbrush and tries her best to show her inner paintings to others. I think she is a bit cute. "

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" The art teacher has gone crazy. She is a taboo in this school. All students who come to class must obey her rules, and other teachers dare not enter the studio to take charge. she.

"There is a fiery emotion hidden in your heart. Why don't you fully reveal it? The girl in your heart has never been cut into pieces. I have heard her cry. She is wearing a floral dress of hatred and walking among the knives. On the bed, her warm soles stepped on the cold blade, the red blood touched the cold blade, and the wound bloomed like a flower, it was so beautiful!" Xia Yang's tone gradually became crazy, his villa was melting, and all the red paint was disappearing. It stuck to the outer wall of the art studio and kept seeping inside.

“Let me paint for you, let me help you bloom, and let everyone smell the fragrance deep in your soul.”

Self-portraits of female teachers appeared on the outer wall of the art classroom. Every angle brought a different kind of beauty and pain. Her limbs were distorted, but her appearance became more delicate and lifelike.

"Madman, you are really a madman!" The art teacher kept washing the paintings on the wall with blood. She also wanted to draw Xia Yang, but she could not draw Xia Yang's face no matter what. She could not see through Xia Yang's paintings.

The big ghost in the school is unwilling to obey the school rules, but he will not take the initiative to resist. The two sides are not in conflict with each other, but the art teacher sees something different in Xia Yang's paintings.

There are no rules or restrictions in Xia Yang's eyes. His paintings are constantly breaking the constraints, breaking through some innate limitations on the human soul again and again.

The more she understood, the art teacher felt horrified. If pure resentment was a blood-red canvas, then Xia Yang felt like pure darkness to her.

You can't even see it when you are in it. You are extremely, madly and greedily grabbing every ray of light that passes by.

The art teacher who was painted by Xia Yang on the outer wall of the complaining house became more and more realistic. The art teacher had a very bad feeling that when Xia Yang could completely paint her, that would be the time when she lost herself.

(End of this chapter)

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