Standing in front of the art building, when Lu Qiu came to the school history museum without a word, he really didn't notice this art building.

The Art Building, which seems to be in little use, sits in this shady corner, encased in a variety of wall-climbing plants.

"You say, is the key inside?"

Tang Chengyu nodded,

"However, when I went in, because the world had not yet been unlocked, a pure black girl came out and stopped me, and she scratched my wrist."

"Now there are only two weird stories that haven't been triggered, and I think I can get the key back."

Speaking of this, Tang Chengyu looked at Lu Qiu speechlessly,

"Since I found the key, then,"

"I know," Lu Qiu pouted wordlessly, "the key you are looking for, you open the door." ”

Tang Chengyu had a smile in his eyes.

……

Damn, damn it.

Midori Yamada walked briskly on the boulevard, scolding in a low voice.

Obviously, she hated the gloomy art building the most, but the art teacher asked her to go there and get her homework back.

Dead old woman!

Bypassing the teaching building, the art building jumped into her eyes. I don't know if it's because of the large number of greenery, the temperature in the art building is much lower than in other places, and it is quite comfortable in the hot summer.

But Midori Yamada just hates it here.

I especially hate the motionless mannequin on the top floor, in the drawing room.

I heard that it was originally a mannequin in a biology classroom, but somehow, it was used as a teaching aid by those art teachers.

I heard that this model will move......

It's just a fart!

Speaking of which, who first started to say that the model would move?

Like, it's her?

That's right, it must be that woman, that hateful and nasty woman, who only tells scary stories every day, and obviously has no other ability!

After just a while, she came to the gate of the art building.

An unknown wind blew out of the art building, carrying with it an old smell, and Midori Yamada frowned.

Hurry up and find it and come out.

I knew that if I dragged the courtiers out, they could still skip a class.

The door of the art building is brown glass, and in order to save electricity, the lights are not turned on in the whole building when there are no classes, and even if there are classes, only the electricity in the classroom is turned on.

At this time, there is not a single class in the whole school that has an art class.

Rao is a girl with a character like Midori Yamada, and if she wants to enter the gloomy building by herself, she is also playing drums in her heart.

Walking into the door with one foot, the cold feeling became stronger and stronger, gritting his teeth, Midori Yamada still walked into the art building.

If someone is in the distance at this time, they can definitely see that the dark gate of the art building, like a monster's wide open mouth, swallows Midori Yamada.

……

"Da, da, da."

Lu Qiu was speechless as they walked down the silent corridor, their shoes clashing against the wooden floor, making a crisp sound.

"Do you think it's a little cold in here?" Wang Wu stretched out her hands and rubbed them in front of her, she sighed casually, there was a white mist.

"The temperature is even lower than the last time I came," Tang Chengyu affirmed Wang Wu's words.

"Dang Chang—"

There was a sudden crisp sound behind them, and the four of them turned their heads one after another, and it turned out that an oil painting hanging from the place where they had walked had fallen down.

Gu Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did this painting fall all of a sudden?" Wang Wu was a little scared, and subconsciously grabbed the corner of Tang Chengyu's clothes. Tang Chengyu just glanced at her, but didn't shake it off.

"Let's go over and take a look," Lu Qiu thought for a while, and walked straight over.

"Da, da, da."

Lu Qiu wordlessly picked up the painting on the ground, which seemed to be a parody, depicting a bald man with a distorted face and a wide open mouth.

"Is this the famous painting "The Scream"?" Gu Chong followed, poked his head out and said.

Although it is said to be an imitation, the painting is very exquisite, and according to the memory of Lu Qiu Wuyan and Gu Chong, it is no different from the "Scream" in their impression.

There was nothing strange in the painting, and Lu Qiu hung it back in place without a word.

"Nothing special," Lu Qiu said wordlessly.

Tang Chengyu nodded, and the four of them continued to walk upstairs.

"Da, da, da-"

The figures of the four slowly disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and they didn't see that the paintings that had been hanging quietly on the wall began to shake slightly.

……

Midori Yamada felt that there were other people in this building.

It's not just herself.

In an overly quiet and dimly lit environment, it is easy to breed suspicion and fear.

Midori Yamada walked down the long, dark corridor, and the paintings that usually looked ordinary looked like demons and monsters in her eyes at this time.

"Why hang something like this, really!"

Midori Yamada whispered words to himself as he walked.

On the wall in the middle of the hallway, there is a particularly large painting, the size of four of the other paintings.

Midori Yamada remembers that the painting seemed to be the eighteen scenes of hell.

No one knows who painted this picture, but because of its outstanding painting skills and delicate description, it was hung here by the school to exhibit it to students and teachers.

In such a situation, Midori Yamada did not want to pass by this painting.

The hell of tongue pulling, the hell of scissors, the hell of the iron tree, the hell of the oil pot, the hideous ghosts painted in it, and the tragic images of the torture of all beings are already vivid, and the surrounding environment is gloomy at this time, and those ghosts with blue faces and fangs seem to jump out.

But there is no other way upstairs except this road.

Midori Yamada chose to close his eyes and walked forward with his memory.

It was the stupidest decision she'd ever made.

Close your eyes and your surroundings go dark. It is said that when a person loses one sense, the other senses become extremely sensitive.

These words do not seem to be reflected in Midori Yamada.

Closing his eyes, Midori Yamada suddenly felt that he was in a cloud of darkness, and everything around him disappeared, only the infinite darkness.

She reached out and tried to touch the wall to move forward.

Stretch it out to the side, one stretch.

Hey? There should be a wall here.

But the hand didn't touch anything.

Midori Yamada couldn't help but take a few steps forward, but still didn't touch anything.

"How, how can this be?!" Midori Yamada's hands fluttered wildly, and this feeling of nothingness made her completely panic.

Where can you care about being afraid of that painting now?

Midori Yamada opened his eyes.

The light re-illuminated her vision.

Her mouth was wide open, her hands slumped in front of her trembled violently, her eyes full of shock and fear.

The deepest fears.

In front of her, where is the deep corridor of the original art building?

Flames, oil pots, mountains of knives, iron trees, scorched black earth, blue-faced and fanged ghosts with iron rods or chains in their hands, waving in the air with a rustling sound, under their feet or in their hands, they all step on or pinch something like a person; this

The screams poured into Midori Yamada's ears.

Purgatory on Earth.