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Chapter 137 Xia Yang’s Photo

"The sound coming from the restricted area? The teacher who teaches us is in the restricted area?" The students of Class [-] have unlocked a new class posture, and the teacher is giving them homework in the next class.

The art teacher didn't say any punishment for failing to complete the homework. Everyone just instinctively felt that it was not good.

The doors and windows of the 2103 art classroom were closed, and a watch hung above the blackboard. The numbers on the dial were large and small, and the hands were crooked and moving in a very awkward way.

"The door is unlocked, but it can't be opened." Xishan pushed the door open. He grabbed his pen and walked back and forth.

"I'm so annoyed, can you please calm down for a while?" Du Bai wanted to throw paint on Xishan's face.

"These five paintings are all the same as those painted by mental patients. How can I find them?" Xishan ignored Du Bai and ran to someone else's easel to check.

In fact, most of the students looked at a loss, and they didn't dare to guess blindly. When they were in school, guessing would result in them failing the exam, but now guessing blindly would be gambling their lives.

"Gao Ming, which painting do you think was painted by the perverted murderer?" Liu Yi and Wang Jie were very smart, and they walked up to Gao Ming in unison.

There are two psychiatrists in the class. One, Saeki, has gone crazy, and the other is Gao Ming. He is the hope of the whole class.

"These five paintings depict the same scene. Students are sitting in a classroom. In the first painting, the students only used the most basic lines to describe the scene. The author wanted to try his best to restore the scene and draw the scene he saw. "

"The student in the second painting was blackened with force, and the crazy smearing almost destroyed the paper. This is an expression of aggression. He should be a more violent person. If he is a murderer, he should also be impulsive. Killing, or killing with passion, does not meet our definition of a psychotic killer."

"The third painting is more special. It is the only one that uses a lot of colors. The tables, chairs, benches, blackboards, and lights in the classroom are all painted red, and the students also use black pens to outline their shapes. , and then roughly painted it with red oil paint. This painting has a strong visual impact, and the perspective it expresses is more inclined to the victim. I only felt uneasiness and pain from this painting, but no excitement."

"The fourth painting looks the most professional. Everything is perfectly restored like a photo. The brushwork is as sharp as a knife, and each student's expression is lifelike. This painting is full of techniques and does not reflect the author's heart. Or rather , the author completely hid his true thoughts.”

"The last painting looks ordinary at first glance, but if you look closely, this painting actually makes the viewer feel most uncomfortable. Many small details unconsciously painted in it reveal the author's own distortions." Gao Ming stood up and walked over. Next to the fifth painting.

"Very few soft lines are used in the painting, and the corners of the table and the tip of the pen are deliberately depicted. He is much more aggressive than the author of the second painting, and he knows how to hide and will not be exposed at will. He is more likely to suppress it. Own."

"Let's look at the students again. Some are quarreling and some are playing. Putting aside these students who focus on the description, let's look at the students in the corners who are making up for the numbers. When the author inadvertently sketched, the hands of the characters in the painting He unconsciously tilts towards the lower body, and the sexual characteristics of both men and women are obvious. The author has a strong impulse in his heart, and he seems to be breathing heavily even when he is drawing this simple drawing."

Gao Ming passed by the five paintings and probably made a judgment in his mind: "The painting of the murderer should be between the fourth and fifth paintings."

"Professional!" Xishan couldn't help but give Gao Ming a thumbs up: "It's great to be your classmate!"

Gao Ming didn't dare to accept Xishan's praise because there was still sediment left from the flood on Xishan's neck.

"Saeki, which picture do you think it should be?" Gao Ming walked off the stage and stood next to Saeki. The two were classmates in high school and college, and both had a bright "future". "The fourth painting!" Saeki held the pen tightly and started drawing directly on the drawing board: "Because the fourth painting expresses nothing! Why would a murderer tell others that he is a murderer?"

"It makes sense."

Gao Ming helped the students narrow down the field, and everyone began to choose between two paintings.

"We only have three to 10 minutes, don't worry." Xishan chose the fifth painting, and he did not forget to kindly urge Wang Jie before he started writing.

"If I were a murderer, what kind of painting would I draw?" An idea came to Wang Jie's mind. He stared at the fourth painting and started comparing it unconsciously.With his painting ability, it is impossible to copy it perfectly. Now he is more like creating in his own way.

With limited time, the students began to create one after another, and Gao Ming also picked up a pen.

"I hate painting." The moment he held the pen, the figure of Xia Yang appeared in Gao Ming's mind. The guy died in his painting, and then let the corpse paint himself. This completely crazy idea, Gao Ming I don’t even know how Xia Yang was born.

He couldn't be sure whether Xia Yang was dead or not. Maybe he was not dead because his corpse was already being painted. Maybe he was dead, but his corpse was painting him again.Xia Yang's situation can only be described as - like death.

The tip of the pen touched the drawing paper, and Gao Ming began to copy the fifth painting. He drew very fast, as if he didn't have to think about each stroke. But as he drew, Gao Ming discovered a problem - the way he held the pen His hand seemed to be held by someone, and there was a force controlling him to continue painting.

"Why don't you draw anymore?" Xia Yang's voice suddenly sounded in his right ear. Gao Ming looked to the right. Wang Jie's eyes were red and he was holding the pen like a knife. His soul seemed to be sucked into the painting.

The other students were also in a very strange state. They were leaning forward and almost crawling into the painting.

What's even more frightening is that as everyone paints together, the art room they are in is slightly different from before, a bit like the classroom in the painting.

"They were all drawing how they looked when they were killed." Xia Yang's voice appeared again, and Gao Ming took out the black and white photo of his body that was placed next to him.

Looking down, Gao Ming found that Xia Yang's corpse photo had changed. Xia Yang's corpse was drawing, but this time he was not drawing himself, but his classmates in Class [-].

On the canvas, heavy rain hit the window glass, the sky became gloomier, and there was blood everywhere in the art room. All the students were shattered on the floor like puzzle pieces, and only Gao Ming stood alone in the middle.

"And I will leave you alone."

The students never imagined that while they were still wondering how the art teacher would punish them, Gao Ming had already killed everyone in the photo.

Gao Ming actually had a headache now. The "art teacher" in the restricted area of ​​the next class hadn't figured out how to deal with it yet, and there was something wrong with Xia Yang's photo.

(End of this chapter)