"When?"

"That's right, it's time, you can't go wrong." Ziyin brushed past the bangs, revealing the golden clock in his right eye. "My ability is time, so I can't be wrong with my feelings, there is this trace of breath on it, and the integrity of the room is maintained through the ability of time. Then change the time of the room with the power of time to create an eerie atmosphere. ”

"This kind of bad taste is disgusting enough." A trace of runes appeared on Ziyin's hand, and his hands were placed directly on a portrait in the entrance. The painting originally depicted a beautiful-looking woman. It's just that after Ziyin put it up, the painting was replaced by a trace of dust.

"Bad taste?" Zhixian twitched to Ziyin's side and looked at the painting in his hand

"Take advantage of the sudden change to elevate humanity's fear of this place. Then in the middle of the encounter, the control of time, so that human beings feel the fear of the unknown. A trace of water droplets appeared on Ziyin's hands, and the water droplets washed the dust on the portrait, and he held both hands in front of the portrait at the same time.

"It's just that I'm afraid my guess was wrong, that monster's ability is not time, but illusion." The painting in Ziyin's hand was not the original beautiful woman, but a very disgusting piece of meat.

"This also" A feeling of nausea appeared on the two girls.

"And it's not just here that strikes me weird." Ziyin removed the portrait and picked up the canvas of the painting. "My guess is right,"

"What?" Zhixian's expression was a little forced, this is really disgusting. This is not something that a girl should see, although Zhixian doesn't hate horror movies, but when you watch it in real time. That disgusting and fear of the unknown is simply too much.

"This is human skin, and human skin is used as a canvas. Although I am a music student, I can still distinguish between human skin and canvas. Ziyin threw the canvas in her hand to the other side. Human skin is fair and smooth. The canvas, on the other hand, is slightly rougher. I've never seen anyone cruel enough to tear human skin off to make a canvas. ”

"It's just that those aren't people at all." Ziyin's words carried a hint of anger, because this was really too much. "It's interesting, killing people in my world, and painting with the skins of my people, it's interesting."

"Now inside, if my guess is correct, all those who disappeared are dead." Ziyin stood up and looked at the rows of portraits in the hallway. "Take human skin as a canvas, human blood as a paint, and human bones as a brush. Feeding on human liver. ”

"What?" When Xingluo heard Ziyin's words, his face was completely replaced by paleness, and even Zhixian, who was usually calm, turned pale.

"As Okinawans, you should know the legend of the Zero Point Academy and the Joker." Ziyin said that it was naturally the two strange things that he solved. "Well, that's too"

"Really?"

"I tried those two legends myself, and when I took my students to Okinawa for an off-campus trip, I went by at 10 o'clock in the morning, and a school was just a ghost of all the students. Use the method of zero point radio to scare ordinary people, and then be devoured by monsters in the middle of the night, but the monsters in that cemetery have been completely annihilated by me. ”

Ziyin took out a mask from the side. It's just that when they heard Ziyin's words, the two of them were also relieved, because if the person who came out of that place might be a ghost. And if Ziyin is really a ghost, then too

"The second. It's my mask, and I saw with my own eyes that clown eating a high school girl who is about the same size as you, and eating it alive. It's a pity that I'm a step too late. I can't save her, I got this mask from that place. And that place is gone. ”

"Now this is the third, and the remaining four I have instructed my men to settle down. After those two experiences. It was completely determined that they had a bad taste, and that the painting smelled of blood, and it was fresh blood. The painting is a little uneven, and there is even a little bone marrow. Ziyin looked at the painting on the ground.

"Follow me closely, if you are sure that their abilities are illusions, if you are more than five meters away from me, I cannot be sure of your position. Even I can't fully protect you. There was a faint glow around Ziyin.

"En" Zhixian followed closely behind Ziyin, but Xingluo was completely hugged next to Ziyin's arm.

"By the way, my name is Qiao Ziyin, let's be regarded as a teacher, what about you?" Ziyin turned to them, "After all, there's no way I don't know your name." ”

"My words, my name is Momiji Zhixian, and the one next to you is called Nanamori Xingluo." Zhixian exhaled, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and a reluctant smile appeared on his face.

"Then you may see a lot of incredible things, but don't tell anyone when you go out. As long as you follow me, you won't die, although it's a monster, but I've killed many monsters. Ziyin put the mask in his hand on his face

"Do you know the legend about this house?" Ziyin looked at the surrounding environment, which was basically similar to an ordinary Western-style house, or should it be said that it was an American-style standard house in the dark night. Except for a little more painting nearby.

"There is indeed a legend, after all, we are students there, but it's just a little bit" Zhixian's smile was a little reluctant.

"It doesn't matter, let's hear it."

The male owner of the house is a painter, the hostess is a musician, both of them used to be super powers in their own fields, and their daughters are strong in art, but weak in science and sports.

The hostess was unfortunately caught in a fire while shopping in a department store, and her whole body was burned, and the man asked the best dermatoplastic doctor to repair his wife, and the result of the repair was still like a monster...... Since then, he has been in a slump in the painting industry, indulging in alcohol every day and using domestic violence against his wife.

Ziyin heard Zhixian's words, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Is that all?"

"Of course it's more than that." Zhixian shook his head and continued to tell the story.

In the end, the wife couldn't bear it anymore and hid in the bathroom with a knife and committed suicide. After his wife committed suicide, the male protagonist was even more crazy, and his daughter was forcibly picked up by the housekeeping service center, and the male protagonist's lawyer advised the male protagonist to behave in a low-key manner in order to help the male protagonist regain his daughter, and not to go crazy again, but what did the male protagonist do later, and what happened to the male protagonist's daughter, then I don't know. ”

Zhixian shook his head, "It's just that there is a follow-up to this legend, it is said that the painter stripped his wife's skin to make a canvas: then used a plastic straw to suck blood from his wife's body to make paint: chopped off his wife's limbs, dug up the flesh on it, and then ground the bones into powder for primer: he even cut off his daughter's hair to make a paintbrush, but I don't know if these rumors are true, but there is still no evidence." ”

"This should be true, I can see the basis of my judgment just now, the material of those paintings. It's just that I think it's not just his wife, but even more innocent people. (To be continued.) )