As the autumn girl swept away the last fallen leaves, wrapped in a silver cloak in winter, it descended on Tianhai City in a blink of an eye. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On this day, dusk also came early, the laughter like silver bells resounded, and the biting cold wind swept the heavy snow in the sky, but it could not affect the fun of these children.

The snow covered the abandoned courtyard, and the five little ones were bloated, and their little faces were red from the cold, running mischievously on this little white field, their world was so pure and immaculate, they were carefree, innocent and lively, like elves in fairy tales.

The middle-aged man watched silently through the car window, his eyes flashed, and he got out of the car.

"Baby, it's so late, why don't you go home for dinner?" He stood on the edge of the fence, smiled kindly, and waved to the courtyard.

The children were playing happily, and when they heard this unfamiliar voice, they all looked over.

The tallest boy, who seemed to be the most daring, opened his mouth and said, "We haven't had enough of it." ”

"Oh, you guys are young, it's not good to be so playful, it's so late, what should you do if you meet a bad guy, fortunately, there is an uncle here, and there is something delicious for you here."

The middle-aged man smiled kindly, turned back to the car, and skillfully took out a large bag of snacks that had been prepared long ago, and saw the surprised smiles of the children, his smile expanded again.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to enter the courtyard, one of the little girls' childish eyes showed obvious vigilance, and hurriedly shouted timidly: "Mom doesn't let strangers get close." ”

The middle-aged man was not surprised, his expression became more and more sincere, and he smiled: "Haha, your mother is right, but your uncle is a good person, uncle can play with you and be your friend, your mother didn't tell you that you can't get close to friends, right?" ”

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, shook her head, and said nothing.

As a child, thinking is simple.

Seeing that there was no barrier, the middle-aged man walked over with a smile in his eyes, rubbed each of their heads affectionately, and stuffed the snacks in the bag into them one by one.

The children looked at each other, and their eyes became well-behaved.

The middle-aged man was very satisfied, and immediately struck while the iron was hot, and persuaded: "Aren't you cold, or you go to your uncle's car to eat, and your uncle can send you home." ”

"Hmph, uncle lied, uncle said he wanted to play with us." The tallest boy's eyes widened.

Seeing that the other children also puffed up their cheeks, the middle-aged man stomped his feet, sighed into his hands again, and said with a pitiful look: "But my uncle is wearing less, and he is about to freeze to death." ”

"It's hot to play."

"That'...... Okay, but it's getting dark, and you have to promise your uncle that you'll follow him in the car after a while. ”

Seeing the children nodding, the middle-aged man compromised, and didn't care about this for a while anyway.

"What are we playing?" The middle-aged man blended in, looking full of interest.

"Ghosts catch people, we have the palms of our hands behind our hands, and those who stay behind are ghosts."

The children immediately pulled the middle-aged man into a circle, shouting palms and backs of their hands, and making preparations.

As the children's words fell, the middle-aged man deliberately stretched out his palm around the back of his hand.

If you are a ghost, you can also coax these little things quickly and end them as soon as possible.

He thought so, but he didn't see the strange glow in the children's eyes.

"Okay, uncle is a ghost, uncle wants to arrest someone." The middle-aged man smiled and rubbed his hands.

"Uncle is a ghost, uncle is a liar, uncle is not a ghost like this." The tallest boy smiled, his voice silent.

"That's going to ...... How to be a ghost? The middle-aged man looked at the little boy and scratched his head in confusion.

"...... like this"

In the dim sky, the snow still reflected a faint light, this boy who looked only five or six years old, his eyes blinked innocently, with a smile in his mouth, he put his hands on his pink cheeks, and suddenly, he tore it down fiercely, and the face was instantly shattered, and blood splattered, revealing the miserable white skull inside.

"Ah...... Ah......h

While he was stunned, this strange and terrifying scene continued.

There were only two bright red eyeballs left in the eye sockets, and those eyes faded into innocence, becoming evil and greedy, and the original neat row of small white teeth extended into sharp fangs, and thick saliva flowed down with it.

"Uncle, you're a ghost, so are you......"

As the fangs opened and closed, Sen Ran's harsh words fell, and the other four children also shed their human skins, as if they couldn't hold it anymore, and roared out in the struggle, and the immature little faces were twisted and shattered.

With huge ears, round dark eyes, pointed mouths, and black hairs covering their bodies, these were four huge mice.

They screamed excitedly, and in the middle-aged man's extremely frightened eyes and terrible howls, they brutally tore him apart and gnawed him, leaving only a skeleton lying in blood.

……

It's a small, lonely studio.

The white-haired old man sat in front of the drawing board, leaning over, and even the hand holding the pen was trembling.

But once this piece falls on the drawing board, it is as steady as a mountain and as elegant as the wind.

With the rapid outline of the pen, the madness in the old man's eyes was like a madman, but the eyes were unconsciously shedding bright red blood tears, and the bloody teardrops slid down with emotions that he had not noticed.

All his mind was immersed in the drawing board, and he muttered to himself.

"Art...... This is the ...... I have been pursuing all my life The most perfect art, this is the pinnacle of wonder. ”

"That's it, haha...... Hahaha......"

Thinking of the wonderful, he had a hideous face and laughed maniacally.

And on the four walls of this studio, there are still dazzling completed works.

Those works are all extremely weird in style, and the oil paint is distorted and reveals a strong sense of realism.

It seems that people are not people, things are not things, but in the abstract, it seems to be extremely realistic, as if the strange things in the painting exist between the world and the world.

One of them depicts a short skeleton and four large mice......

Although Zhong Ning is not afraid of the cold, he also wears a set of thicker clothes with the change of seasons, and now he is a lot bloated, giving people the feeling that he is not only stupid, but also has a strong rustic atmosphere.

He stood in front of a painting for a long time, and the waiter on the side looked a little puzzled, not knowing what such a person could appreciate through the thick spectacle lenses.

After a long time, Zhong Ning turned around and walked out of the gallery gently, but the discussion of the service staff did not escape his ears.

"Just look at it and put on a show there."

"That is the posthumous work of the famous artist Mu Guisheng, and the artistic conception is profound, even the average connoisseur who knows how to paint can't understand it."

Zhong Ning ignored it, looking at the snowy sky, his eyes thoughtful.

"Since the truth of the obsession is achieved, whether there is hatred or not, and whether the hatred is eliminated or not, it does not matter to it, art ...... It's really a monster. ”