In the dimly lit room, there was a wooden table, with a broken wall against the backdrop, and a pair of broken arms sticking out of the window separated by a fence.That's all there is to the photo, and at first glance there is nothing outstanding about it.But if you look closely, you can see that the arms sticking out of the window are sawn off shoulder-to-shoulder, the wounds are uneven, and the most important thing is that they are still bleeding.The red blood and the white bones were mixed together, and these hands were not cut from human specimens or dead bodies, but sawn alive from living people!
Before the wound had clotted and the blood had not dried up, the madman used such a pair of arms to complete his artwork.It's so real, so real that it's frightening.I looked at the photo on my phone and paid special attention to the name of the work, which is Redemption.If the painter really has a little bit of artistic cells in addition to his animal nature, then he must have done something deep, and he wants to express some of his own thoughts through this cruel and desperate picture."
Why did the cold-blooded, sickly painter call this picture Redemption?
Who does he want to redeem?
Or who needs to be redeemed?
”The angle of the photograph is very tricky, and it can be seen that the painter's treatment of light and shadow is extremely exquisite, and the picture is full of a gray and desperate color, which makes people feel as if they are in the scene, as if the severed hands are right in front of their eyes.Looking away from the severed hand, I swept every inch of the photo: "The room in the photo is different from the Red Mansion, weathered and dilapidated, combined with the date of the shooting, this photo should be taken in the ......"
I turned around and looked across the narrow window of the bathroom at the opposite side of the Red Mansion: "It's there!"
The painter has been to that ancient building!
”Through this photo of Bai Yaer's mobile phone, I came to two important information.First, the painter knew more about the pig cage apartment than Bai Ya'er, and he even personally entered the building during the day, which was considered ominous by the locals of Jinghai.Second, this painter should have killed people!
He's a murderer!
Whatever the reason, any act of depriving another person of his life is a crime that cannot be disguised even under the cloak of art."
The artist's works are all challenging the bottom line of human nature, and it can be seen that there is no law or morality in his eyes, and such a person is very dangerous."
I squinted my eyes and looked at Bai Ya'er lying on the ground, her appearance was beautiful, but her heart was Ling.
Abuse fast.
Feeling dominant, smelling the same, maybe only an extreme madman like Mr.
Zhu can make her follow with all her heart.Taking a breath, I pressed Bai Ya'er's back with one leg and clicked on a set of photos at the end of the encrypted document.This group of photos is updated every day, and there is only one protagonist in all the photos - Bai Yaer.The photographs capture everything that happened to Bai Ya'er living in the Red Mansion from the perspective of a bystander, and the title of this group of works is "Stealing.
Voyeur.There are many photos, each of which is marked with a date, and basically one or several photos have been kept every day since the first day Bai Yaer came to the Red Mansion.At first, I just thought that the painter's bad taste was incomprehensible, but after I looked through a few photos, I realized that things were completely different from what I had imagined.These photos are not all recording Bai Yaer's daily life, but also inadvertently taking some extremely terrifying things.For example, a month ago, the drunk Bai Yaer was sent back to the apartment by a tall and handsome young man, and the photos recorded the young man's appearance, and the anxious appearance was in stark contrast to Bai Yaer's pure and flawless face.The first photograph was taken in front of the painting's house; The second photograph is a color painting, in which a middle-aged man is looking through a hole in the wall into an adjoining room, it is obvious that this middle-aged man is the painter himself, the hole in the wall is facing the bed, and in the damp room, the skinny Bai Yaer seems to be unconscious, allowing the young man to rumm.What really didn't surprise me was the third photo, which was taken in Bai Yaer's own home.Looking at the shooting angle, it is in the living room, the time between the two photos is not long, and it seems that the painter also has the key to Bai Yaer's house.In the picture, the young man has not completely torn off Bai Yaer's clothes, and the photographer has slowly approached.This photo may be due to the way it was taken, which makes people feel that they are approaching step by step, and the danger is creeping, but the prey is unaware.I looked at the photograph, looked at it carefully, and finally fixed my eyes on the glass coffee table.The smooth coffee table surface reflects a little light, and I don't know if the painter is deliberate or he is negligent.The glass coffee table reflects a hand holding a sharp knife!
The three photographs are dated to the same day, and this is not just simple art, but a deliberate murder.There was a cool air rushing down my spine from my back, and the young man and I had the same initial experience as sending the drunk Bai Yaer back to the apartment in the middle of the night, the difference was that I was not carried away by the beauty and was on high alert.Now that I think about it, if I had done the same thing as a young man, would it be possible that when I look back, I will suddenly find the painter with a sharp knife behind me.I didn't leave Bai Ya'er's mobile phone, although there is evidence of his murder, but now is not the time to fall out with them.Judging the situation and surviving the live broadcast is my top priority.After reading all of Mr.
Zhu's works, I couldn't calm down for a long time, this is a devil in human skin, my art is completely incomprehensible, every photo can arouse the fear and disgust in people's hearts.I hated this guy, but on the other hand he piqued my interest."
Is it possible that Zhu Li is the show anchor?"
Crazy and paranoid, this is very common in show anchors, I lowered my head and took the towel out of Bai Ya'er's mouth, and whispered: "I want to meet that Teacher Zhu, you will lead the way." ”I'm not asking for her opinion, but in a tough tone that can't be refuted."
No, it's almost twelve o'clock, and we can't leave the room.If you really want to meet Mr.
Zhu, then wait until dawn tomorrow. ”Bai Ya'er has a very strange personality, I have never seen her show a frightened expression, at most she only becomes nervous and flustered, not so much that she is a model, I feel that she is more like an actor with superb acting skills."
There is still some time until midnight, get me up immediately and take me to see Zhu Li!"
Lifting Bai Ya'er with one hand, I pointed to the red wooden door in the living room: "If you don't agree, then I'll wait until after twelve o'clock to throw you out and let you spend the night in the corridor alone." ”"You let go, I'll go, but you have to give me a little time, and I'm not sure if Mr.
Zhu is sleeping, what if he doesn't open the door?"
Bai Ya'er twisted her body, she knew better than me that it was so dangerous to stay in the corridor after twelve o'clock, so she agreed very decisively."
Don't play tricks, there's a limit to my patience."
Letting go of my hands, I threw her the coat on the ground: "Let's go." ”Bai Ya'er put on her coat, and after walking out of the bathroom, she glanced at the wall of the bedroom, she stopped in front of the big red wooden door: "I don't have the idea of harming you, it's dangerous to go out now......"
"Don't talk nonsense, take me to meet him." ”I can't get more clues from Bai Yaer, and in order to carry out the live broadcast smoothly, I must have more information.The cold and white fingers pressed on the rusty iron lock, Bai Ya'er reluctantly opened the wooden door, and when she was about to twist the handle of the iron door outside, her hand touched, and the iron door was directly pushed open."
Has anyone been here?!"
I distinctly remember locking the iron door when I came in, but now it has changed: "Someone must have been standing outside the door, maybe it was a painter, maybe it was a dirty thing hiding in the dark and going upstairs with me!"
Murderous buildings, strange residents, and strange legends, this live broadcast has not even started, and I am a little frightened.Bai Ya'er, who was walking in front, found that the iron door was not locked and turned her head to look at me, she deliberately thought that I had forgotten to close the door, and now in this situation, she didn't dare to say much, and honestly walked to the room where the painter was."
Bang, bang, bang."
In the dead corridor, the knock on the door came far away, and it was estimated that you could hear it clearly from the first floor.The dim light in the hut shone in the hallway, I don't know if it was my illusion, the darkness upstairs and downstairs was stirred, and something seemed to be approaching."
The corridor of this red mansion is too evil to stay for long."
The building has a total of eleven floors, and the fourth floor where Bai Yaer and the painter live is not up or down, and is sandwiched between the darkness.After knocking on the door several times, there was a sound in the artist's rented room, and soon the wooden door with red paint was opened, and a withered hand covered with paint held out with a key.The circlip flicked, the large lock on the iron door was opened, and through the two doors, I heard a dull voice: "Come in." ”Bai Ya'er did not hesitate to enter directly, she didn't seem to want to stay in the corridor for a moment.I followed her and entered the house, and my eyes swept away, and I couldn't even close the door in front of me.In the house rented by the painter, the walls, floors, etc. are all naked.
The exposed areas are covered in paint, and a picture of the human body is painted.It's like entering a madhouse, but the terrifying thing has just begun, on the wall next to the shoe cabinet at the door, there are lines carved by knives, as if creating with hatred, and each knife is carved into the wall very deeply."
A human figure carved out of a knife?"
When the carving was complete, the entire wall was splashed with red paint, and it looked as if a living person was curled up in a piece of blood.Standing in front of the wall, my mind suddenly remembered the phone call I received on my phone before the live broadcast began."
Paint the blood on the wall, draw your appearance, this cut is hurting you......"