Wang Hongrui sat on the ground, sweating profusely, looking at the painting in front of him in disbelief, and his face began to become distorted.

I was so frightened by the paintings that I could even hear the sound of gasping around me.

It's the voice of tranquility.

I turned my head slightly and saw a look of horror on her face, and the sound of her rapid breathing worried me.

The pervert hugged me tightly as if to soothe me, and I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead, feeling a layer of sweat on my back, sticking my clothes to my body.

My heart was shaking, my legs were shaking, my brain was roaring again, my face was hot, and my head was starting to get dizzy.

That's where I am right now.

My mind went blank, and I wanted to take my eyes off the painting, but I couldn't.

My eyes were out of my control, and I kept moving towards the shocking painting.

Clearly...... It's so terrifying, why can't you leave your eyes?

Wang Hongrui's eyes bulged outward, he quickly got up from the ground, and frantically pounced on the portrait, he vigorously shook the painting to the ground, his face was wet, I don't know whether it was sweat, or tears shed because of fear, mixed together.

"Impossible! That's impossible! "His emotions are starting to get out of control!

"I don't believe it! Don't believe it! ”

After he threw the first painting aside, he panicked and began to dismantle the second painting, and the red rope was violently ripped open by him, and the dust cloth brush pulled it and fell to the ground.

I felt another blow hit my heart, and my heart trembled, and I turned my head and buried my face in the pervert's arms, not wanting to look at the painting again.

It was a monster, yes, a monster, with a cat's face, but its limbs were twisted into other shapes, and a large black vortex seemed to suck half of its face into a certain space, causing its face to become distorted and unrecognizable.

The eyeball didn't know where it had gone, and there was a big mutated bird in the sky looking down, and the sharp beak was pulling the fur on its back fiercely, and the poor fur that fell into the beak was as thin as a piece of paper, and felt that it would tear at any moment.

One of the monster's twisted hands gripped the bird hard, as if struggling.

It's a pity that I didn't even watch this scene, and just when I saw the first one, I began to doubt life.

I'm even doubting the meaning of the world's existence.

What kind of painter is he who can paint like this? Many people say that a person's handwriting can tell the person's character, and a person's behavior can represent a person's self-cultivation.

So what is this? For painters, painting becomes their "façade", their inner world, and they express their feelings and thoughts through painting.

What kind of person is this man named Roman Trist, and what has he experienced to paint such chilling incarnations?

Wang Hongrui is also a painter, and he naturally knows what a painting represents for a painter.

He fell to his knees and frantically began to tear the third painting.

An Ning was no longer by my side, and when Wang Hongrui opened the second painting, she covered her mouth and ran out, and I vaguely heard her leaning against the door and retching, so strong that she could vomit her stomach.

Wang Hongrui was already crazy, he kept tearing one painting after another, until the faces of all six paintings appeared in front of his eyes, his body shook for a while, and he was about to fall to the ground.

The pervert's big hand pressed the back of my head and pressed me to his chest, I heard Wang Hongrui's sobbing, a feeling of despair swept over, I couldn't bear it in my heart, I was about to raise my head, and the hand behind my head was a burst of force.

"Don't look, you're going to have nightmares."

"But ......"

I opened my mouth, in fact, I already regretted coming in to see the painting, but Wang Hongrui's current behavior is not just because of fear.

The pervert wouldn't let me look up, so I had to face his chest and ask worriedly, "Are these paintings ...... Exactly like in your dreams? ”

Wang Hongrui's sobs became louder, An Ning walked in, his eyes glanced in the direction of the painting, his whole face turned blue-gray, his face was distorted, he quickly turned his head, turned around and rushed out of the door again.

I was pressed by the pervert, and I couldn't see Wang Hongrui's state at the moment, as well as the next few paintings.

However, I could hear from the constant sobbing in my ears, but I could tell that his condition was very bad.

It can be said that it is very bad, and it can be described as a crash.

Wang Hongrui didn't answer my question, but I knew it in my heart.

"Let's go out first."

When An Ning heard me say this, she stood outside the door and said in a muffled voice: "Come out quickly, I can't stand it." ”

Wang Hongrui was still sitting there, there was no movement, I sighed: "Calm down, let's get out of here first." ”

The pervert held me in his arms and appeared outside the room like a gust of wind before letting go of the hand that was holding the back of my head.

After a long time, Wang Hongrui walked out of the room, and I saw his face that had been ravaged by fear and depression, and his facial muscles were constantly trembling at the moment.

An Ning's eyes were moist, and at first glance, it was left by excessive retching just now.

She waved her hand at me, her face was as earthy as earth: "Curiosity kills the cat, Xiaohua, I would not have gone in to die if I had known." ”

I replied a little amusedly, "That's what I thought too." ”

Wang Hongrui hadn't come back to his senses yet, and stood aside in a daze, obviously frightened and couldn't find the north.

"Two is already the limit, I wouldn't let you into that room."

The pervert spoke.

I glanced apologetically at him, making him worried.

I knew he would never let me into the room to look at the paintings, and I was able to see two of them because of him.

He gave me enough respect that the paintings were dangerous, I wanted to see them, and he allowed them, but within the limits of his control, he protected me from any more psychological harm.

My heart was moved and warm, but Wang Hongrui's performance made my heart quickly cold.

Somewhat distraught, he walked towards the door of the staff lounge.

"It's exactly the same...... It's exactly the same, how is it possible, why is there such a thing in the world? ”

An Ning patted his chest and interjected: "Because there are ghosts in those paintings, they intrude on your dreams and make you have nightmares related to those paintings." ”

I remember him describing that there was a white-skinned monster in a dream, and I swallowed, and I knew that asking about that monster now would definitely hit him hard.

His heart must be more fragile than paper, at least at the moment.

However, if I had been able to get an accurate answer from him, things might have been much easier.

"Are there any of those six paintings that monster in your dream?"

Wang Hongrui's body trembled suddenly, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any time.

He nodded wearily, leaned against the wall, and walked slowly forward toward the door.

I got the answer, and I didn't force him to tell me anything more, An Ning spread his hands at me, his face depressed, the after-effects of those paintings had not faded.

My hand pinched my chin, thinking about the connection.

When I sat down in the lounge, Wang Hongrui spoke.

"Let's go, I don't need your help, I'll burn those paintings when the show is over."

When I heard this, I was a little overwhelmed for a while, I looked at the pervert and said worriedly: "If the painting is burned, it may not be able to dispel your nightmare." ”

"I don't care, you guys go, I don't want your help."

He was a little emotional, and I could understand why he said that, just because he had just seen the six paintings.

An Ning said quietly: "I know why grandpa asked us to go back quickly, this matter is really not within our control." ”

Her eyes drooped, and she said in disappointment.

I heard what she meant, and although I was not reconciled, I finally gave up.

Wang Hongrui kept urging us to leave, and finally I left the lounge and the exhibition hall together, accompanied by An Ning.

"Xiaohua, are you still thinking about those paintings?"

An Ning saw that I didn't look at me all the way, frowned, and asked curiously.

I nodded, "We can't help him directly, but I still want to take a little bit of trouble with him indirectly." ”

"If we can find a metaphysical painter, the six paintings and the focus of dreams, maybe we can free himself from the nightmare."

An Ning didn't make a sound, and it took a long time to clapped his hands, as if he had made up his mind, and said: "Okay, tomorrow you come to grandpa's shop, I'm sure, grandpa must know something, we don't come to exorcise ghosts in person, give him some hints can be regarded as helping him!" ”

I looked at An Ning gratefully: "You're really...... I don't know how to thank you enough. ”

"Hey, what do you want to say thank you to me, after I contacted Wang Hongrui, I have a very good impression of him, and I don't want him to become a madman and lose his future because of those six paintings."

"I think that if I tell my grandfather this, he will definitely not hide it anymore, right, as long as we don't get involved, grandpa will naturally tell us about metaphysical painters."

An Ning was very sure, and my heart was relieved.

That's it, I can't force the pervert to help Wang Hongrui, in that case, I'm too selfish.

I made this decision after some reflection.

The pervert seemed to feel the thoughts in my heart, took my hand and squeezed it, the force was neither light nor heavy, I knew that he heard my heart again, and roared fiercely in his heart.

"Don't snoop on my thoughts!"

I was a little annoyed by his chuckle and wanted to pull my hand out of his hand with all my might!

An Ning walked beside me and ate the taste: "You are bullying me and I can't see Hades, don't think I can't see that you are showing affection!" ”

She said indignantly: "The Single Dog Association strongly condemns you! ”