"I don't have a chance to kill you?"

Gao Ming felt that Xia Yang's state was very wrong, the other party's name had Midsummer and Nuan Yang, but his inner personality was like an abyss that the light could never reach, and no one could guess his true thoughts.

"Fatalism seems ridiculous to me, I never dwell on the past, I don't believe in the future, I only care about the present that can be firmly grasped." Drops of red paint fell from Xia Yang's body, and together with his skin, he was like a piece of ice that was slowly melting: "All kinds of facts have proved that you do see the future, you have the opportunity to kill me from the other end of time, no matter how you look at it, I have no chance to win." ”

"So what are you going to do?" Gao Ming remained vigilant, and if someone knew that he was being hunted down, he might try his best to escape, or try to resist, but Xia Yang was different.

"I want to create a future that you haven't seen, you can't kill me, you can't get rid of me, I will make you the new me." Xia Yang's warm smile made people shudder, and most of the skin on his face had fallen off.

"What psychiatrists are most afraid of encountering is patients who have no self-awareness, who have mental disorders but do not admit that they are sick, and who want to try to convince the doctor and the people around him to make everyone follow him crazy." Gao Ming has seen such patients, don't think about their words.

"Crazy people only talk nonsense, but I'm different." Xia Yang's body melted faster and faster, his flesh and bones turned into red paint, and small blood threads connected him with the entire red room: "I will go and turn what I want into reality, you will never be able to kill me, I will always watch you and change you silently until I can be reborn in your body." ”

Xia Yang completely melted, like a piece of ice in boiling water, and his body turned into red paint that melted into the room, completely disappearing.

In the blood-red room, the self-portrait painted with his heart's blood was full of color.

Xia Yang in the painting is lifelike, and he seems to be saying something to Gao Ming.

"I'm really annoyed thinking about it." Gao Ming's hand in his heart slowly fell, he was ready for a big battle, but Xia Yang seemed to know that the front was not Gao Ming's opponent.

Standing in front of the self-portrait, Gao Ming stared at the portrait and observed, he was attracted by Xia Yang's face.

After staring at it for a long time, Xia Yang's mouth seemed to move.

Takashi focused on hearing clearly, but the next moment he was dragged deeper into the painting.

The blood paintings on the walls of reality depict the living room and the second floor; In the background of Xia Yang's self-portrait in the blood painting is the bedroom; Gao Ming is now standing in a picture-in-picture.

In the middle of the bedroom was a coffin, in which Xia Yang's body was lying, with shadows and various flowers pressed underneath, his hands crossed, and a black and white posthumous photo in the middle of his ten fingers.

"Xia Yang was dead before I came?"

Gao Ming checked for a long time, but he didn't find the cause of Xia Yang's death, and the other party's body functions had completely stopped, but compared to death in the physiological sense, Xia Yang seemed to be brain dead very early.

picked up the posthumous photo that Xia Yang had, and Gao Ming saw a very absurd scene.

In the black-and-white posthumous photo, Xia Yang's corpse is holding a paintbrush and a drawing board, drawing his living self.

There are many ways to interpret this posthumous photo, and it can also be seen as a corpse drawing a soul for itself; Death marks itself with the meaning of existence; Despair draws hope with his own hands, and so on.

Gao Ming couldn't understand Xia Yang's posthumous photo, but he discovered the special features of this posthumous photo.

The corpse in the posthumous photo is colored, and the painting drawn by the corpse is gradually changing color as Xia Yang's vitality continues to drain.

Takamei had never seen such a black-and-white posthumous photo before, and under some influence, it seemed that it would not be long before this black-and-white photo would be completely full of color.

"Did Xia Yang sacrifice himself? Complete the posthumous photo? ”

Looking at the back of the photo, the text on the posthumous photo was erased by the bloodstains, and Gao Ming tried to clean up the blood stains, and cracks began to appear in the entire room in the painting, and all the blood color converged towards the black and white posthumous photo in Gao Ming's hand.

The painted rooms were turned into blood again, and when the last trace of blood returned, Gao Ming returned to reality.

He stood in the middle of the rubbish manuscripts on the floor, the walls of the living room had changed to their normal colors, the blood-colored murals had disappeared, and the villa had lost its eerie and distorted feeling.

"Mr. Xia, this is beyond the scope of art, right? What exactly does he want to do? ”

Gao Ming looked at the strange posthumous photo: "Is he alive in this situation?" Or is it dead? ”

Thinking of Xia Yang's strange words just now, Gao Ming was a little entangled: "If I destroy this posthumous photo, Xia Yang should be completely gone, but this posthumous photo that helped Xia Yang become a top player hides a very terrifying ability." ”

Destroying the posthumous photo is equivalent to wasting the rarest posthumous photo that can be found in the memory of Gao Ming; Leaving this posthumous photo is equivalent to taking part of Xia Yang with him.

Everything seems to correspond to what Xia Yang said before, Gao Ming has no chance to kill him, and he will always be watching Gao Ming.

"Death is a thing that will happen, to live is to take, death is a gift?"

Now Gao Ming has a very uncomfortable feeling, he finds that the villains he encounters are completely different from the ones he played in the movie, all of them are complicated, and his mental state is extremely unstable.

"It's also possible that Xia Yang overestimated my ability, and really thought that I saw all the future, so I wanted to overturn all the endings in this way, but in fact, I only have memory fragments related to my death."

Holding that posthumous photo, Gao Ming suddenly found that he didn't know anything about this artist who had worked together for many years, and he tried to find something related to Xia Yang in the house.

The first floor is where you live, and on the second floor, there is a special studio and a storage room, where you can sell any work and you should be able to earn a high salary for a month.

He rummaged through the cabinets and found a large number of drugs in the bedroom drawer, many of which he still knew.

Most of those drugs are used to treat schizophrenia, and some seem to be used to treat some kind of terminal illness.

Entering the storage room, Gao Ming found a number of diagnosis certificates under the waste manuscripts that were piled up randomly, Xia Yang was diagnosed with a terminal illness by many hospitals, and he refused to cooperate with the treatment, so he didn't live long at all.

"I don't usually see that he has a problem at all."

Looking up at the works on the wall, Takamei noticed something hidden behind the paintings, and he took them down.

A secret door appeared in front of him, and the door panel was plastered with pictures of abandoned children, as well as pictures of various deformed children being treated.

Gao Ming tried to push the secret door, and he saw a real Xia Yang.

The walls of the darkroom are also densely plastered with photos, and there are many proofs on the ground that Xia Yang has anonymously sponsored 121 children, donated to abandoned children every month, and helped a large number of deformed children undergo corrective surgery, taking them to a normal life.

But at the same time, he is unscrupulous in hunting activities, and there are not only innocent smiling faces of children on the wall, but also various murder photos.

Xia Yang doesn't care about any moral constraints, people really seem to be like the flowers he planted in the garden, he is willing to patiently care for the growth of flowers, and he will decisively prune the flower branches, cruelly pluck the flowers and appreciate them.

"What kind of mental state does he live in every day?"

(End of chapter)