readx;? Fanny broke through the door, and was greeted by blood-covered walls, dark red as if they were still flowing, but there was no trace of Saza and the musician in the room. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt was as if a world had changed in the room in just a few tens of seconds.

"Saza......" She looked at everything that had changed in front of her, and subconsciously screamed. She rubbed her eyes before the echoing words died out, she couldn't afford to waste time here.

Walking out of the room, there were only a few lights peeking through the cracks in the dark hallway. Yes, just now all the doors were opened, and the studio across the corner was just a stone's throw away. She remembered what she had been doing in the studio, but when the door opened, there was no blood pouring out of the paintings.

Fanny had just walked out of the piano room, and from that angle, she could see a painting hanging in the studio. Instead of the beautiful woman Caitlin seen earlier, the painting is replaced by a bloodied figure whose whole body seems to have been cut open, and the painter delicately paints the details of the inside of the wound.

The distorted, bloody, yet real image made people feel sick to their stomachs, and she quickly looked away and walked towards the staircase by holding on to the wall. She remembered Saza's last words.

Then, passing by is the bathroom. The most normal bathroom before, but now it almost made her vomit, just glanced inside the doorway, and she already saw several corpses that had been dissected all over the body, some soaked in the bathtub, and some hung on the wall. They look exactly like the paintings in the studio.

Or rather, someone is recording them with paintings. However, some of the corpses have begun to decompose, and the best way to preserve them is to draw them. But what is the use of recording them? That said...... Fanny suddenly remembered the books she had seen in her study, and immediately understood, 'Blood Research!'

After seeing the drastic changes in several rooms, she also understood that the musician must have used some method to disturb her and Saza's vision, and all she saw was the past appearance of this house. And what I see now is the current state of the house.

I walked down the first floor in the dark. It's still the same place as before, it's pitch black. But when I turned around, I could see a conspicuous light on the wall, which was the lantern that Saza had thrown down earlier!

In the darkness, Fanny sat on the top of the stairs, trying to control her emotions and calm herself. Saza's words were repeated in his mind: "Run, go to the first floor, maybe, you can leave!"

'What is so special about the first floor?' she meditated, combining all the information she had seen and heard up to that point, forcing herself to concentrate all her energy. Suddenly, as a disgusting anatomical portrait of the human body flashed through her mind in the studio, she paused, 'Do you ...... that?'

If the musician is the blood disciple who constantly studies blood, the blood apprentice study book and the situation in the bathroom show that his research is inseparable from the human body. So if it is a long-term research, he needs to have a way to preserve the results of his research, that is, those who have been dissected, and he happens to have an acquaintance who has the ability to do this. It's Aemon, he's a painter, and painting is the best way to preserve it.

In this way, it is likely that Aemon is not dead, and Saza insists that he should come to the first floor, and the only thing he and Saza know is the unknown creature......

'That's Aemon!' Fanny finally came to a conclusion, though so far, she couldn't prove it right or not. But other than that, she couldn't think of anything else.

Then she stood up and walked slowly towards the lantern on the ground. After a few steps, I came to the lamp, and just bent down, I suddenly felt that there was something behind me. She lifted the lamp and quickly turned to look, and a face wrapped in dirty, messy bandages appeared in front of her.

"Are you Aemon?" she thought she would be scared, but in fact she didn't panic in her heart when she asked this. Maybe it was because Saza couldn't have gotten worse since she was captured, or maybe she saw a hint of sadness in the bloodshot eyes peeking through the bandages.

He nodded, but immediately shook his head. But the answer is obvious.

Fanny understood his actions very well. Indeed, if it were her, she would definitely not want to admit it anymore. Seeing his current appearance in the light, it was not even a person.

One of his crippled legs was dragged behind him for a long time, and the other leg was already missing, so he needed to support his body with his hands even when he was standing. The hands that were once used to paint the enchanting picture have also become deformed and twisted under the long-term inhuman treatment, one palm has turned into a mass of sarcoma, and the other hand has fingers, but the bones have also been mutated and twisted.

What's even more terrifying is that there is not a trace of blood on his naked (naked) body in the air, and there are dense wounds crawling on it, large and small, old and new. It's as if someone comes back from time to time to draw **** blood. The bandaged head and the stained mouth don't seem to close, and from time to time it emits a foul smell and a low gasp of "doe".

"Gods above, what did that beast do to you?" asked Fanny, shaking her shoulders, unable to bear to look at it.

Who knows, that mouth is already speechless, and when it opens, it can only be said: "Er." Voice.

Looking at it this way, the man in front of him, who was once named Emon, now seems to be more like a domestic animal that is not pleasing to his master and has been abused. Yes, in addition to the physical trauma, the more serious thing that the person suffered was the mental damage. Don't forget what kind of work the musician imposed on him - to draw the human body.

And this man is the one who is most afraid of blood! Or rather, it is possible that all these disasters today are caused by this weakness of his.

A person who is most afraid of blood, under the pressure of others, now has to use the color he is most afraid of to paint the picture he is most afraid of. turned one of the things that I once loved the most into the most painful thing. How unimaginable torture does it take to live like this? This may be enough to destroy one's humanity.

However, the people who inflict these sufferings on themselves are former best friends......

Fanny felt the sadness in the last one eye she had left, and was about to say something, only to find him tugging at the corner of her shirt with her twisted fingers, and then turned to walk away.

"Are you taking me somewhere?" she understood the other man's thoughts, and followed with the lamp.

In this way, this fellow who used to be named Emon walked forward in a completely inhuman way in front of him, and the Demon Array Master girl followed closely behind him.

"Aemon, I need your help, and I know if there is anything else I can find in this house, it must be you. The girl said as she walked, after all, that was why she was looking for him.

I don't know if the guy on the ground understood, he still just shouted "E-e-e". Hopefully, it's in his language saying, "I'll help you." ”

It wasn't long before Fanny saw a door in front of her, and with a gentle push from Aemon it opened. He also called back a few times, as if to extend an invitation.

It was a spacious room, and she could see it better after Ammon lit the candles in it. There are a lot of painting tools on the wall, and there are two iron basins in the doorway, one is a little dirty, and the other is slightly cleaner. In the corner was a pile of hay covered with rags.

Apparently, this is where Ammon lives now, though it is still in his former home.

"Aamon, my friend and I are in trouble right now......" Fanny didn't understand what she had brought her to, so she repeated her purpose again. But I saw that after the other party cut the tall hay on the ground little by little, a huge hole in the wall was revealed. Immediately afterward, he took the paintbrush in his mouth and wrote on the wall at the edge of the hole: Exit. (To be continued.) )