141.Chapter 140 Let me paint for you
Chapter 140 Let me paint for you
The art classroom filled 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 class time?？”
Her voice came from the canvas, and slowly, all the murderer's paintings on the canvas turned into the victim's..
The five works all have classrooms and students as their themes. 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 eyes full of resentment.
2104The 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 never die. She has a special ability and can hide in paintings and will almost never be killed..
The woman in the canvas 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 human plaster statues, 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.
The beautiful and delicate hands were hanging in the air, and the art teacher showed a trace of doubt in his 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, they could not shake their desire for knowledge..
Halfway through the art teacher's anger, the students all came back, and the fat that had escaped took a roundabout way and was put back into their mouths..
“wrong! 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..
Scarlet paint painted a woman's figure 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 resentment house, how did I find this thing? "The art teacher discovered something that shocked and angered her. Someone actually painted on her room.！
A crazy lunatic used her house of resentment as a canvas and wanted 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 won't disappear completely.
In terms of artistic attainments alone, 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 turns her studio into a house of resentment..
Neither of the two painters, who specialize in different directions, was convinced by the other, and the way they fought was eye-opening to Gao Ming. Neither the art teacher nor Xia Yang was out of touch with his paintings. They used blood and memory as paint, and used their remaining obsessions to paint. Be a paintbrush and paint on the opponent’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 other party's work..
The art teacher had never encountered such a 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 was clumsy. Holding a paintbrush, she tried her best to show her inner paintings to others. I rated her as a little 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. Other teachers dare not enter the studio to control her..
“You have a burning emotion hidden in your heart, why don't you reveal it fully? 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 on the knives. Her warm soles are stepping on the cold blades, red blood and cold colors. When the blade touches it, the wound blooms like a flower. It’s so beautiful! "Xia Yang's tone gradually became crazy. His villa was melting. All the red paint was stuck to the outer wall of the art studio and kept seeping inside..
“Let me paint for you, let me help you bloom, 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 different beauty and pain. Her limbs were twisted, but her appearance became more and more delicate and lifelike..
“Crazy, you are such a crazy person! "The art teacher kept washing the paintings on the wall with blood. She also wanted to draw Xia Yang, but she couldn't draw Xia Yang's face no matter what. She couldn't 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. There is no conflict between the two sides, but the art teacher sees something different from 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 it, 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 extreme, crazy and greedy, grabbing every passing light.
The art teacher who was painted by Xia Yang on the wall outside 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..
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