The silence was deafening in the empty stairwell.

The girl in the red dress withdrew her hand and disappeared.

The dim lamp was crumbling, Xia Lingge looked at it,

Why don't you play anymore???

She lifted her steps and walked up the stairs again, but for some reason she subconsciously began to count the steps in her mind, one, two, three, four, five...... ...... XVII, XVII, XVIII

Eighteen.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee, you're losing."

'Click-'

The ankle was suddenly grabbed by a cruel force, Xia Lingge looked down, and saw a withered hand coming out of the ground to imprison her ankle, the cement ladder was like rolling hot water, and gradually concave and protruding an ugly and weird festering face, which continued to take shape, and the hand that grabbed her ankle continued to climb towards her.

"Come with me, come with me, come with me."

Xia Lingge quietly looked at the earth man who was about to cling to her entire body, silently raised his other foot that was not imprisoned, and stepped on his face fiercely.

"Go back." She crushed, "If you look ugly, don't come out and be scary." ”

But the withered hand only paused for a second, and after a second, it spread wildly.

"Come with me, come with me, come with me!!"

Not only did the stairs under her feet become irritable, Xia Lingge felt that the entire space in the stairs began to distort, she rushed up quickly with a light 'tsk' sound, and countless hands and countless heads continued to emerge on the ground, shouting, tearing, and tearing densely, threatening to pull the girl down to hell.

Xia Lingge ran up, and those hands grabbed her trouser legs, the corners of her clothes, her arms, and even her neck and hair, and they tirelessly pulled her back, changing different sounds to lure her to stop.

Several times, Xia Lingge was dragged so much that she almost rolled down the stairs, and the dagger in her hand was also thrown away by the palms that tried to stop her, she could only run wildly, but the stairs seemed to disappear to the end, no matter how she ran, there were still hands and heads emerging in front of her.

It's a hassle.

She took out the red needle from her pocket with her backhand and stabbed it at the protruding head of the stairs, this injection can control the mutated 'humans', so it should also be able to restrain these things under your feet, right?

Unexpectedly, the effect was better than she expected.

The skulls and arms on the stairs were in a state of vortex twisting and stretching and curling, like fresh meat in a meat grinder, and the piercing wail shook her ears subconsciously, and when the sound passed, she raised her head, and she was actually standing next to the door on the eighth floor.

The stairwell was quiet, only the dim light above his head flickered, Xia Lingge slapped his head twice, straightened up and bent slightly, and raised his feet as if he had kicked something.

She picked it up and looked at it, it looked like a doll held by a girl in a red dress.

And the doll was still holding a note in her hand.

[The naughty child went home,

found that her parents couldn't see her,

Dad is painting, mom is moving, only the doll reaches out to call her,

Hee-hee-hee-hee, your neck is twisted,

Hee-hee-hee-hee, you've become so ugly,

They don't want you anymore, they don't even know you're dead. 】

Xia Lingge read silently, it was obvious that this was also a nursery rhyme, she could understand the above content, but what she didn't understand was the two words at the bottom of the nursery rhyme - the key.

Key?

Can dolls pick locks?

Xia Lingge's cognition was really shocked.

Reaching out and pulling down the doll's almost broken head, she didn't go down to find the seventh floor, but picked up the dagger and pushed open the door marked on the eighth floor, pressed the elevator, the number rose, she held the doll and waited, 'squeak-' The door opened, but the elevator in front of her was still on the fourth floor.

She saw a human with four eyes on his face staring at her.

Xia Lingge fastened her mask, turned her head and lowered her head, and continued to wait for the elevator, but when the human slowly moved to her side and wanted to grab her, she slammed over.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive." The man's eyes were full of languishing but with a polite smile, and his gaze staring at her was unusually hot, "I don't have any malice, I just see that you are too good-looking, so I can't help ......"

He paused, obviously feeling that his words were not appropriate, so he raised a hand hidden behind him and stretched it out, Xia Lingge didn't answer, just looked sideways, it was a painting - a slender girl stood bored in front of the elevator, her long hair was black, her skin was white, and the scarlet light coming in from the window shrouded her with a strange but beautiful halo.

If the other party hadn't advocated replacing the mask with a mouth big enough to grin the back of her head, she would have liked the picture.

Xia Lingge retracted his gaze and stared at him.

"You should know me because I'm a famous painter." The painter put his hands together politely, and the four eyes on his face stared at her with unusual fanatism: "I have been looking for a model worthy of my superb painting skills, but I have no choice but to delete eleven unsatisfactory ones, you are the twelfth model I fancied, I want to paint a few beautiful paintings for you." ”

Xia Lingge wanted to blurt out, 'What does it have to do with me', but remembered the note on the nursery rhyme, looked at the so-called famous painter in front of him, and nodded: "Yes." ”

The painter's smile widened, "You've made the right choice." ”

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The painter's room was full of paintings.

Portraits of people with their hands on their faces constantly distorted, still lifes of people without facial features hanging by silk threads and toasting, landscapes of corpses climbing in groups of towering buildings......

The content of these styles is different, but the only thing they have in common is that they are only outlined in black and red.

Treacherous, distorted, indulgent, but the painter reveals a deep obsession.

"Is it pretty?" He asked.

Xia Lingge felt that she might not have any artistic cells, and she couldn't even think of a word of appreciation for these colorful and different paintings, so she could only nod her head silently, and then asked, "Aren't you going to paint a portrait of me?" How to draw? ”

The slightly perfunctory attitude made the painter frown, but he had always been very patient with his model, and quickly adjusted his condition and led her to a table: "I have always admired the beauty of nature, so you can use the utensils on this table as you like, and I want to draw the most beautiful you." ”

Xia Lingge picked up an awl and flipped it: "This ...... Can you draw? ”

"Yes." The painter saw her pick up the awl, and her eyes immediately lit up: "As long as you pierce the awl into your chest, the gurgling blood will come out and smudge your white shirt, and the vivid color contrast is absolutely beautiful!" ”

Xia Lingge nodded, inserted the awl into the painter's chest with his backhand, and the thick green liquid flowed down to blur the painter's original colorful denim clothes, and nodded approvingly: "Well, I can see it." ”