In the art classroom dripping with red paint, the cold voice of the art teacher echoed, and she had never encountered such a situation in her years of teaching, whether it was before her death or after her death.

"How can students all escape the classroom during school hours?"

Her voice came from the canvas, and slowly, all the killer drawings on the canvas turned into the victims.

All five works are about classrooms and students, and no one is dead, but a closer look reveals that most of the students are looking at the podium, but the place where the teacher should be standing is empty.

The real victim was supposed to be the art teacher, whose body was separated and hidden in various places in the art room.

The red paint soaked each painting, the floor cracked, the wall skin peeled off, and blood lines crawled out of the corner of the classroom, outlining the image of a woman in the canvas, standing on the podium of each painting, quiet, gentle, beautiful, but her eyes were full of resentment.

The 2104 Art Room is a forbidden area in the school, and the principal and teachers know that there is a dead "big ghost" hidden here, and she has special abilities, she can hide in the painting, and can hardly be killed.

The woman in the canvas stepped off the podium, as if she was about to step out of the canvas.

"I'll take you back one by one, make a plaster cast of your body, and place it in the most conspicuous place."

Resentful eyes looked at the door of the art room, the art teacher's hand touched the red paint, and the white fingertips just stretched out the canvas, Yuyama, who was the first to run out, pushed open the classroom door with a bang, and he ran back with his classmates.

The beautiful and delicate hand hung in the air, and the art teacher's eyes showed a trace of doubt.

The students returned to their seats very obediently, and sat in the blood-red forbidden studio one by one, as if they were preparing to take the entrance examination to the Academy of Fine Arts this year, and no matter how difficult the environment was, they could not shake their desire for knowledge.

Halfway through the art teacher's fire, the students honestly came back, and the fat that had escaped took a detour and was sent back to their mouths.

"That's not right! Four less! The doubt in her eyes was replaced by resentment again, and the woman on the canvas did not step out of her painting, but her figure walked through the canvas and soon came to the door.

The scarlet paint depicts the figure of a woman on the wall, and she finds herself encased in something in the house of resentment that she fuses with the painting.

"Even the school rules can't affect my grievance house, how did you find this thing?" The art teacher found something that shocked and angered her, someone actually painted on her house!

A mad madman uses her house as a canvas and wants to forcibly turn her house into one of his own.

Anger and hatred were intertwined, and the art teacher's eyes were fixed on the only student standing outside the classroom at this time—Gao Ming.

"Is that you? You're also a painter?! The art teacher's voice was full of hatred.

"Don't use it." Gao Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't speak, but a voice came into the ears of the art teacher: "You don't deserve to be called a painter, at most you can only be regarded as an art lover." ”

"Art lovers??" It's been a long time since the art teacher has heard such harsh words, which are far more aggressive than calling her ugly and bad-tempered.

"That's not what I said." Gao Ming waved his hand, wanting to justify, but it was too late for him to explain, and the art teacher walked into Xia Yang's painting.

Xia Yang's house of resentment is the villa in the black and white posthumous photos, every painting here contains Xia Yang's madness and thinking, it can be said that the inspiration, memory and value of his life are in these paintings, as long as these paintings are still there, he will not disappear completely.

In terms of artistic attainments alone, the art teacher is indeed far inferior to Xia Yang, and her terrible thing lies in her boundless resentment towards the murderer and the living, and it is hatred that turns her studio into a house of resentment.

The two painters who are good at different directions are not convinced, and the way they fight also opens the eyes of Gao Ming. Neither the art teacher nor Xia Yang stepped out of their own paintings, they used blood and memory as paint, used the remaining obsession as a paintbrush, and painted on each other's grievances.

Each of the painter's works contains his own will, and when one party's grievances are completely occupied by the will of one party, he loses everything and becomes the work of the other.

The art teacher had never encountered a similar ghost before, she was taken advantage of by Xia Yang, and the resentment on the other party was obviously not strong, but she couldn't find a flaw.

"I really don't like bullying children, you're a gifted kid in my eyes. You remind me of the day I was four years old, when I first went to the studio, the little girl sitting next to me, she was clumsy with a paintbrush, trying to show her inner painting to others, and I commented to her that it was a little cute. ”

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!! "The art teacher has gone crazy, she is a taboo existence in this school, all the students who come to class must obey her rules, and other teachers dare not enter the studio to care about her.

"You have fiery emotions hidden inside you, why don't you reveal her completely? The girl in your heart has never been dismembered, I have heard her cry, she is wearing a flower dress of hatred, walking on the pieces of knives, her warm paws step on the cold blades, the red blood and the cold-toned blades touch, the wounds are like flowers, it is really beautiful! Xia Yang's tone gradually went crazy, his villa was melting, and all the red paint was sticking to the wall outside the art painting, constantly seeping inward.

"Let me paint for you, let me help you bloom and let everyone smell the fragrance of your soul."

On the exterior wall of the art classroom are self-portraits of female teachers, each with a different beauty and pain, her limbs are distorted, but her appearance is more and more delicate and realistic.

"Crazy, you're such a madman!" The art teacher kept washing the paintings on the walls with blood, and she also wanted to draw Xia Yang, but she couldn't depict Xia Yang's face anyway, and she couldn't see through Xia Yang's paintings.

The big ghost in the school is unwilling to obey the school rules, but he will not take the initiative to resist, and the well water on both sides does not interfere with the river water, but the art teacher sees something different from Xia Yang's painting.

In Xia Yang's eyes, there are no rules and restrictions at all, and his paintings are constantly breaking the shackles, breaking through some kind of innate limitations on the human soul again and again.

The more she went deeper, the more terrifying the art teacher felt, if pure resentment was a blood-red canvas, then Xia Yang gave her the feeling of pure darkness.

Being in it, I can't even see myself, extremely, crazy, greedy to grasp every beam of light that passes.

The art teacher who was drawn by Xia Yang on the outer wall of the house became more and more realistic, and the art teacher had a very bad premonition that when Xia Yang could completely draw her, that was when she lost herself.

(End of chapter)