The scene that appeared in front of him made Sugisawa a little confused, but these irises did not have any malicious intent.

I just let them follow.

Sugisawa arrivedAs Sugisawa walked forward, the fleur-de-lis flock leaves touched the leaves, as if they were communicating with each other.

As a result, Sugizawa's team gradually grew a lot, and the sea of irises followed Sugizawa.

Passing through a large sea of irises, Sugisawa saw a building from the European Middle Ages.

There is a small plaque at the entrance that reads "Saint-Paul-de-Mausole", that is, the Saint-Paul Psychiatric Hospital.

This is where Van Gogh lived on his deathbed.

Sugisawa was a little curious and stepped into the mental hospital.

Seeing this scene, all the irises' footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and some wanted to hold Sugizawa, but they still didn't have the courage to step into the mental hospital even one step.

It's like there's a powerful demon living in it, and these irises are scared.

Sugisawa noticed this, but decided to go anyway.

There are dangers in all paintings, but often these dangers are accompanied by countless opportunities, not to mention that he himself has come to explore this unexplored painting place.

The building that catches your eye is off-white, I don't know if it's because it's in disrepair or because of the special material.

All the walls are a little yellow, and even a lot of the wall skin has begun to fall off.

There are a lot of wall creepers climbing on the wall, which does not make people feel warm, but has a terrifying sense of desolation.

As Sugisawa deepened, the ambient temperature around him gradually decreased, and I don't know if it was Sugisawa's illusion, and the sunlight in the territory became a little dim.

Stepping through the door of the sanatorium, this eerie feeling became more and more intense.

With a dazzling effort, the scene in front of Sugisawa became more distorted again.

Suddenly, several shadows floated in front of him.

Some of them are dressed elegantly and obviously look like nobles, and some of them are dressed as workers, all of whom are dressed around Sugisawa.

Sugisawa tried to dispel them, but to no avail, and the fox fire of Qingqiu and the poisonous slime of the holy armor were once again ineffective.

This is the weirdest painting environment Sugisawa has encountered.,He feels that these are not painting demons.,It's like ghosts haunting him.,

The murmur in his ears became clear, and it was clear that it was French that Sugisawa had never learned, but he could understand the meaning.

"You shit."

"What kind of rubbish is the drawing."

"Oh my God, look at what the hell this madman has drawn."

"Look at this monster, he only has one ear."

"It's hard to get into this kind of painting, so you have to die, what kind of garbage is the painting."

"Please, I don't love you, don't come to me again, okay?"

"Hahaha, did you fill in this rough patch with your feet? Come and see, my God. ”

......

All kinds of negative words were intertwined in Sugisawa's ears, and there were disgusted expressions in front of him, and countless negative words in his ears.

At this moment, Sugisawa felt like he was going to collapse, and he wanted to shut them up.

He crouched down and covered his head with his hands, trying to plug his ears.

But the sound was like a maggot attached to the bone, constantly wrapping around his ears.

All efforts are in vain, and all struggles are in vain.

Countless voices became waves of voices that wanted to break his defenses.

His hands gradually changed from holding his head to beating his head.

"I'm just a piece of shit."

"I'm trash."

As if beating his head wasn't enough, he grabbed his ear and tried to pull it off.

Aogaoka and Seika were significantly less affected than Sugizawa.

At this moment, seeing that their director was madly abusing themselves, they were very anxious and a little helpless.

Seeing this, Qingqiu gritted his teeth, rushed up directly, and bit Sugizawa's arm.

The Holy Armor also did the same, and directly sprayed a mouthful of poisonous mucus towards Sugizawa's other hand.

The sharp pain caused Sugisawa to regain his consciousness a little.

But the murmuring and cursing in my ears still didn't disappear, and the phantom in front of me still existed.

He wanted to exit the door of the sanatorium and go back to the square outside.

But at the moment, the door of the sanatorium does not know when it was closed and could not be opened.

He could only take Qingqiu and the Holy Armor and continue to go deeper into the interior of the sanatorium.

The sanatorium isn't really that large, but every step Sugisawa takes is extremely difficult.

At this moment, he felt that his consciousness was already at the point of collapse.

The babbling continued, and his brain was moving towards the abyss step by step.

Maybe it won't be long before he becomes a complete madman due to a collapse of consciousness.

Only the Holy Armor and Qingqiu around him can bring him some spiritual comfort.

Staggering open a door, Sugisawa entered.

This is a small church in the sanatorium, and it is here that Sugisawa feels a little warmth.

The light shone through the stained glass directly in front of him, like a holy light shining towards Sugizawa.

Somewhat dispelled some of the negative emotions for him.

After a moment's respite, Sugisawa began to look at the church in front of him.

There are several wooden crosses hanging from the front, and the chairs look very old.

The imprints on it show the traces of being used by believers in large numbers.

He found a random chair and sat down.

I would like to take this opportunity to feel Van Gogh's state of mind at that time.

There was a slight peace of mind, and I didn't know if it was a special psychological suggestion, or if it was affected by these warm rays.

Anyway, Sugisawa doesn't believe in the existence of God.

It's very comfortable and peaceful, and Sugisawa feels that it's good to stay here, and everything in the outside world will have nothing to do with him, and everything will not matter.

Just when this consciousness was just born, Sugisawa instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

It's only a place to stay for a short time, and it's definitely not a place to stay for long.

He felt that as long as he stayed here for a long time, he might never be able to get out.

It's a strange feeling, but it's real.

Immediately, he left the church with Qingqiu and Shengjia.

The whispering voice came out again, and Sugisawa's state declined again, but with the previous experience, his consciousness was still reserved.

It's not as unbearable as the last time.

He struggled to the door of the other room, but could not push it open.

I turned to another room and the door still wouldn't open, and after many attempts, none of these rooms could be opened.

There is still one last gate left in front of him, and Sugisawa is ready to fail.

Hold the doorknob and listen for a click.