"The person who painted this painting has a lot of ideas and creates 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 feel quite awkward. Living people come into the perspective of dead people and look at it strange." Liu Xianxian glanced at it and lost interest: "I always feel that this painting is for dead people to see. Maybe this painting was painted by the general teacher."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ma Ying put the painting next to her. Just as she was about to look at the second painting, her fingers rubbed against the drawing paper, and a small piece of paint was stained with her fingertips: "Isn't it dry yet?"

She stood there in a daze.

"It seems that this painting was just recently drawn. Someone else must have come in the warehouse, but why did he draw here? He is so alternative?"

Ma Ying thought of what Liu Xianxian said before entering the building. A student saw someone waving inside when he passed by the west area at night. After entering, he found that it was a seriously damaged body.

"Is the master who paints really a general teacher?" A terrible idea came to my mind. Ma Ying couldn't help but take a step back. She wanted to stay away from the cabinet, but was curious about other paintings.

Finally, curiosity overcame fear, 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 depressed. The gray sky is pressing on the top of his head, the black crow pecking at his pale body, and a hand that is about to rot is struggling to stretch out of the ground.

"A world of pessimism and despair, without any color."

Ma Ying looked at the third painting again, and there was 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 neon lights, with the color of the apple in her hand attractive.

From the background to the clothing, it is full of colors and light, but this painting still makes people feel uncomfortable.

The reason is that the little girl in the middle is incompatible with the whole painting. The exposed skin appears an abnormal grayish-white. She holds the apple in her hand and wants to eat it, but she seems to know very well that even if she takes a bite, she can't taste the apple.

The delicate little face showed a very simple desire, and she wanted to know the smell of apples.

Putting down the third painting, Ma Ying looked at the last painting.

This is a realistic painting, in which a person whose body is broken up.

In Ma Ying's eyes, there is no discomfort in the scene that is unacceptable to ordinary people.

During her first anatomy class, she understood a truth that dead people are different from living people. They are now just a cold machine, a machine made of complex parts that can no longer be re-operated.

The person who was dismantled in the painting was staring at his body, and perhaps he was also thinking about whether he could still be called a human being.

Staring at the portrait in the last painting, Ma Ying looked at it for a long time, and suddenly she seemed to think of something.

She took out her phone and clicked on the video she sent to her before her sister disappeared. When the video was played to the twelfth second, she pressed the pause button.

At that time, the camera happened to capture the window, and a woman was slamming her hands on the windowsill, revealing half of her face.

After comparing the human faces in the painting, Ma Ying suddenly realized that the woman's skin color was very similar to the color of the portraits in these paintings!

"What's going on? One is video shooting, real, and the other is just drawn, and it is fictional."

Her arms trembled involuntarily, and she felt that the woman on the screen of the phone and the portraits in the painting were looking at her.

I raised my hand and put a few paintings into the cabinet and closed the cabinet door. The feeling disappeared.

"The protagonists in the painting seem to be all big-name teachers. If you think so, the woman lying on the window in the video is actually a corpse? But how could the corpse lie on the window?"

The video paused for the last second, and the woman lying on the window in the picture looked at the photographer, and Ma Ying felt like the woman was staring at her through the screen.

"It seems that there is a complex emotion in her eyes, which is definitely not something that 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, and these paintings are also clues."

Pressing his 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 are created from the perspective of a general teacher. My sister also disappeared when she saw a monster similar to a corpse. Could it be that the dead are really ‘resurrected’?"

"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian's voice came from behind. The 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 could not see anyone. There were too many debris in the warehouse, blocking her view.

"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian shouted again, but she only called Ma Ying's name.

Ma Ying, who had just been frightened by the video and paintings, became highly alert. She grabbed a broken chair next to her and walked towards the place where the sound came.

Walking through the shelves, she saw a straight figure standing in a very inconspicuous corner of the warehouse.

"Liu Xianxian?" Ma Ying held the chair with one hand, and raised her cell phone. Before the light could be shining on the figure, her shoulder was suddenly photographed.

"who!"

Her arm shook, and Ma Ying grabbed the chair and slammed it behind her. When the chair was about to touch the person behind her, she saw the other party clearly and forced her to stop.

The chair wiped the man behind him and slashed on the shelf, making a loud noise.

Liu Xianxian retracted her arm stiffly, and she didn't expect Ma Ying to react so much. She was also startled: "Xiaoying, why do you feel a little strange tonight?"

Putting down the chair, Ma Ying took a deep breath: "I'm surprised? I suddenly patted my shoulder in this place. Do you want to scare me to death?"

"We have been here a few times, there is nothing to be afraid of." Liu Xianxian felt that Ma Ying's face was a little ferocious at that moment.

"It's different. I can be sure that someone has come in before we come!" Ma Ying suddenly remembered something when she said this. She picked up her phone and looked at the corner she was about to look at!

"Where are people?"

There was nothing there.

"Xiaoying, don't scare me, no one else except us?" Liu Xianxian stood behind Ma Ying: "Even if someone came in before us, he might not be still in this warehouse now."

"That person didn't leave. I just saw him with my own eyes!" Ma Ying could not imagine that just when he and Liu Xianxian were searching with confidence, there was another person standing in the warehouse.

"Leave immediately, I have a very bad premonition." Ma Ying picked up the chair on the ground again and wanted to persuade Liu Xian to leave.
Chapter completed!