"Voices coming from the exclusion zone? The teacher who taught us was in the restricted area? "The students in Class 13 have unlocked a new class posture, and the teacher gives them class assignments in the next class.

The art teacher didn't finish talking about the punishment for not completing the homework, and everyone just instinctively felt that it was not good.

The doors and windows of the 2103 art classroom were closed, and a watch hung above the blackboard, the numbers on the dial were large and small, and the hands were moving in a very awkward way.

"The door is unlocked, but it won't open." Yuyama pushed the door, and he grabbed the pen and walked back and forth.

"I'm annoyed, can you be quiet?" Du Bai wanted to splash the paint on Yuyama's face.

"These five paintings are all the same as those painted by the mentally ill, how can I find them?" Yushan ignored Du Bai and ran to the side of someone else's easel to check.

In fact, the vast majority of students are at a loss, they don't dare to guess, when they used to go to school, they guessed that they failed the exam at most, and now they are gambling on their lives.

"Gao Ming, which painting do you think was painted by a perverted murderer?" Liu Yi and Wang Jie are very smart, and they both walked to Gao Ming's side together.

There are two psychiatrists in the class, one is Saeki who is crazy, and the other is Takamei, who is the hope of the whole class.

"These five paintings depict the same scene, the students sit in the classroom, and in the first painting, the students use only the most basic lines to depict, and the author tries to recreate the scene and draw the scene as he sees it."

"The student in the second painting is blacked out so hard that he almost smears the paper, which is an offensive expression, he should be a more irritable person, if he is a murderer, he should also kill on impulse, or kill with passion, which does not meet our definition of a perverted murderer."

"The third painting is more special, it is the only one that uses a lot of color, the desks, chairs, benches, blackboards, and electric lights in the classroom are all painted red, and the students are also sketching the shape with a black pen, and then roughly scribbling it with red oil paint. The painting looks visually striking, and it expresses a perspective that leans more towards the victim. I only felt the uneasiness and pain from this painting, and I did not perceive the excitement. ”

"The fourth painting looks the most professional, it is as perfect as a photograph and everything is restored, the brushwork is as sharp as a knife, and the expressions of each student are vivid, this painting is full of techniques and does not reflect the author's heart. Or rather, the author completely hides his true thoughts. ”

"The last painting looks ordinary at first glance, but if you look closely, this painting is actually the most uncomfortable for the viewer, and many small details in it that are unconsciously drawn reveal the author's own distortions." Gao Ming got up and walked to the side of the fifth painting.

"Soft lines are rarely used in the painting, the corners of the table and the tip of the brush are deliberately depicted, he is much more aggressive than the author of the second painting, and he knows how to hide, he does not expose it at will, and more often he suppresses himself."

"Let's look at the students again, some are arguing, some are fighting, and aside from the students who are depicted, let's look at the students in the corner. When the artist inadvertently sketches, the hands of the characters in the painting are unconsciously inclined towards the lower body, and the sexual characteristics of both men and women are obvious, and the author has a strong impulse in his heart, and he seems to be panting even when he draws such stick figures. ”

Gao Ming walked in front of the five paintings, and probably had a judgment in his heart: "The painting of the murderer should be between the fourth and fifth paintings." ”

"Professional!" Yuyama couldn't help but give Gao Ming a thumbs up: "It's good to be a classmate with you!" ”

Yuyama's praise made Takamei not dare to accept it, because Yuyama's neck still had the sediment left over from the flood that had not been cleaned.

"Saeki, which one do you think it should be?" Takamei stepped off the podium and stood next to Saeki, both of whom were classmates in high school and college, and they both had a bright "future".

"...... Four paintings! Saeki grabbed the pen fiercely and drew directly on the drawing board: "Because the fourth painting doesn't express anything!" Why should a murderer tell someone he's a murderer? ”

"Makes sense, too."

Gao Ming helped the students narrow down the scope, and everyone began to choose between the two paintings.

"We only have thirty minutes, don't dwell on it." Xishan chose the fifth painting, and he didn't forget to kindly urge Wang Jie before he started writing.

"If I were a murderer, what would I draw?" Wang Jie had such an idea in his mind, he stared at the fourth painting, and unconsciously compared the painting. With his ability to draw, he couldn't copy it perfectly, and now he is more like creating in his own way.

Time was limited, so the students began to create one after another, and Gao Ming also picked up the pen.

"I hate drawing." The moment he held the pen, the figure of Xia Yang inexplicably appeared in Gao Ming's mind, the guy died in his own painting, and then let the corpse paint himself, this completely crazy thought, Gao Ming didn't know how Xia Yang came about.

He couldn't be sure if Xia Yang was dead or not, saying that he wasn't dead, his corpse was painting; Let's say he's dead, but his corpse painted him again. Xia Yang's situation can only be said to be death.

The tip of the pen touched the drawing paper, and Takamei began to copy the fifth drawing, he drew very fast, and each stroke went down as if he didn't have to think, but as he painted, Takamei found a problem - his hand holding the pen seemed to be grasped, and there was a force controlling him to continue drawing.

"Why don't you paint it?" Xia Yang's voice suddenly sounded in his right ear, Gao Ming looked to the right, Wang Jie's eyes were red, he held a pen like a knife, and his soul seemed to be sucked into the painting.

The other students were also in a bad state, leaning forward and almost getting into the painting.

What's even more terrifying is that as everyone paints together, the art room they are in is faintly different from just now, a bit like the classroom in the painting.

"They're all drawing what they looked like when they were killed." Xia Yang's voice appeared again, and Gao Ming took out the black and white posthumous photo that was placed close to him.

Looking down, Gao Ming found that Xia Yang's posthumous photo had changed, Xia Yang's corpse was painting, but this time he was not drawing himself, but the classmates of Class 13.

On the canvas, the rainstorm hit the window panes, the sky became more gloomy, the art room was full of blood, and all the students were broken like puzzles, and only Gao Ming stood alone in the middle.

"And I'll leave you alone."

The students couldn't imagine that when they were still wondering how the art teacher would punish them, Gao Ming had already killed everyone in the posthumous photos.

Gao Ming is actually very headache now, and the "art teacher" in the restricted area of the next class hasn't figured out how to deal with it, and Xia Yang's posthumous photo has a problem again.

(End of chapter)