Xia Yang in the red mural sits on the sofa and looks back; Gao Ming in the real living room stands next to the sofa, facing the wall.

They looked at each other, flowing reds and distorted darkness splitting the picture.

In the painting, Xia Yang seems to have become a part of the painting, smiling as usual, his gaze gradually shifting from Gao Ming to his hands.

The hands were not smeared with paint, but with blood, and each finger was soaked in the blood of the victim.

Gently holding a finger, Xia Yang closed his eyes, as if he was savoring a certain feeling.

He seemed to have a sudden inspiration and turned and walked upstairs.

"How?" Gao Ming knew that Dead Water had obtained a very special black and white posthumous photo, but he had never seen that posthumous photo specifically.

Approaching the mural, Takamei discovers that there are some differences between the real world in this huge painting.

The walls of the real living room are covered with blood-colored murals, and there are several blurry paintings hanging on the walls of the living room.

The more Takamei tried to see clearly, the more blurry the paintings became, and he kept getting closer and forward, as if he was attracted to something.

By the time he reacted, everything around him had turned red, and he walked into the painting at some point.

Looking around left and right, the living room in reality has disappeared, and he seems to be trapped in the painting.

"If you don't feel the shadows, is it true that the interior of this painting, like my torture house, is a space independent of the shadow world and reality?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a drop of red paint fell on Gao Ming's face, and the skin covered by the paint seemed to slowly turn bloody.

"Xia Yang went upstairs just now."

After working together for several years, Gao Ming only now has a real understanding of Xia Yang.

No one can enter Xia Yang's heart, he treats everyone gently and despises everyone equally.

He lives casually and never gets angry, maybe deep down in his heart, he doesn't treat people as human beings at all.

How can the owner of the garden get angry with the flowers in the garden?

Walked over to the couch again, stepping on the blood-red floor, close to the wall, looking at the paintings that hung there.

In this living room, completely wrapped in blood, the three paintings on the wall look different, each with a different color, and it feels like ...... The black and white posthumous photos are the same as the high life of color.

The first painting is full of handsome men and women, their bodies are perfectly proportioned, they are simply masterpieces of nature, but they have lost their hands or feet, and their symmetry has been forcibly broken.

In the second painting, a baby boy with the appearance of an adult, his hands and feet are about the same size, and his body is curled up, as if he has returned to his mother's womb, and is in the stage of being conceived again.

The third painting is more complicated, an old man stands in front of the Grim Reaper, he looks back, and the road is paved with his young self, and there is a newborn baby on the first steps, and coincidentally, it is the Grim Reaper who has placed the baby on the steps.

"Can you take these three paintings out?"

Takamei stepped on the steps to the second floor, where he heard the sound of a paintbrush sliding on the paper.

Walking through the scrap manuscripts all over the ground, Gao Ming stopped in front of the master bedroom door.

Xia Yang, who was covered in blood, cut open his heart, held a paintbrush, stained the blood in his heart, and created a life-size self-portrait on a huge canvas.

"Coming? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Xia Yang didn't look back, he was still creating, and that life-size self-portrait seemed to be all his efforts.

"You know I'm going to come for you?" Gao Ming was unimpeded all the way, and the doors of the villa were all open.

"The Backwaters Forum has only been set up for 23 hours, and the various code words I've written are known to only four people, myself, the Backwater Administrator, and the two slain horror gamers. But this morning, there was a guy who was not only proficient in all the codes, but also proficient in conversing with the Administrator, as if he was deliberately testing something. Xia Yang's painting movements did not pause at all, as if he was saying a very ordinary thing: "Dead people can't speak, the administrator himself has not fully mastered the code language, the most outrageous thing is that some code words I haven't been sure yet, that person actually helped me improve it directly, he seems to have seen the future." ”

Gao Ming really ignored this point when he used the Surabaya Forum code word in the morning, because he didn't know when Backwater established the forum and how far it had gone.

"When I watched that person talk to the administrator in the morning, I guessed that person was Ling." Xia Yang's voice was not in a hurry: "Because the game you made has become a reality, all those terrifying things have happened, and you seem to really be able to see the future." ”

"Why did you run to an art fair and throw that painting in the trash? With your skills, you can continue to disguise. Gao Ming can't guess Xia Yang's thoughts, this kind of crazy and extreme person thinks differently from normal people.

"Because I'm also curious, what will be my end in the future?" Xia Yang finished drawing the last stroke, and he turned around, revealing his chest that had been almost hollowed out.

"The future is not static, and I only see one of the endings." Gao Ming gently touched his heart: "You have become the top player in Hanhai, the name of the backwater makes the investigation bureau feel tricky, you have a strong appeal among the player group, and then you carefully laid out, cooperated with more than a dozen players, and hunted me into corpses." ”

"Why would I kill you? The reason? Xia Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"I disclosed the clearance strategy for the follow-up game, and the original clearance strategy was only known to you, me and Wei Dayou." Takamei wasn't lying, he now had the feeling that he was in dialogue with some part of the future fate.

"For the sake of all players, you made public the game clearance strategy, and everyone knew that you got the strategy in advance, and felt that you must have something good on you, so they chose to hunt you as a target." Xia Yang threw away the paintbrush in his hand: "When I didn't finish this painting, the brush was an indispensable part of me, but when I finished the last work, I could throw away the things that were once indispensable." ”

"What you say makes sense, so I won't casually disclose all the information this time."

"In that case, is the future you see not happening?" Xia Yang is not afraid of death, he just seems to want to talk to Gao Ming.

"Not necessarily, there are too many murderers who have killed me, and fate will force you to go in a certain direction." Gao Ming's words are very free, but only he knows how painful this sentence is.

"So you're here now just to kill me early?" The smile on Xia Yang's face became warmer, and it didn't match this blood-colored room at all: "You want to kill all the murderers who may kill you in the future in advance?" Even if they haven't killed yet? Your justice doesn't seem to be justice, does it? ”

"Teacher Xia, I'm not here for justice, but for your last photo." Gao Ming's five fingers pressed the atrium, blood gushed out of his chest, and the chains in the torture room were tightened: "I have saved this world ten thousand times, and now I only want to save myself once." ”

"I won't stop you from killing me, death is a thing that is bound to happen, to live is to take, to die is to give." Xia Yang stretched out his arms and stood in front of the self-portrait: "It's just that I don't think you should have a chance to kill me." ”

(End of chapter)