Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 994 During the harvest season, the rice sea of ​​corpses swayed in the golden autumn wind

... Sure enough, the artist can do nothing but paint.

Originally, Lin Sanjiu thought that he had also picked up a lot of special items, but when she saw the empty wooden table, her luck was awakened by a basin of cold water.Nothing but an easel at the end of the wooden platform.

She barely propped herself up, and walked towards the painter's back step by step; hope and fear surged in her heart at the same time, and she couldn't help but take a long breath.

Just now, due to exhaustion and the distance, she glanced at it several times, but she didn't realize what the painter asked her to look at; it seemed that the mute painter was so anxious that he gestured back and forth in the air for a long time-seeing her always Confused, the painter stomped his feet, picked up the brush barrel on the ground, and walked towards the easel.As a last resort, Lin Sanjiu could only drag his feet to follow.

On the easel at this time, there is an unfinished oil painting.

When the artist finishes the work, he puts the pen away; until that moment, the unpainted objects roar into the painting, filling the blank space.Now in this painting, the wooden platform, the woods, and the sky are all painted, and a few light green paints are splashed across the center, which will obviously become a green lake.

The painter seemed to be very proud, and waved his hand in front of the canvas as if to introduce—Lin Sanjiu was just startled when he picked up the brush, dipped a little of the adjusted color, and began to paint again.

……What's the meaning?
She swept her eyes across the canvas, and suddenly seemed to catch something gray and white; she hurried a few steps closer, squinted her eyes, took a deep breath, and understood everything.

This painting was started before the lake rose!
If you look carefully, you can still see a faint shadow of the pillars under the wooden platform; on the bottom of the lake near the wooden platform, there are many swollen corpses like stranded fish, all of which are contained.Lin Sanjiu even saw himself in it - a figure bent over, groping in the lake mud between the corpses.

But far down at the bottom of the lake—where she hadn't had time to search—it was clear that the artist hadn't painted anything.Now that the lake water has risen again, he simply applied a few paints on the blank areas; but under the green layer of paint, it was blank!
Lin Sanjiu clenched her fists tightly to prevent her fingers from shaking due to excitement.She straightened up, and her gaze met the artist's eyes; seeing that she understood, the latter seemed to be relieved at last, and painted over the blank space again with a swish of paint.

"Really... is it possible?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't believe it, and after the surprise, doubts arose: "If you painted the lake from the beginning, wouldn't you just apply green paint directly on the blank canvas... Oh, I understand gone."

Oil painting does pay attention to "layers"; if the lake is first painted on a blank canvas, then the green paint of the lake is the first layer-but the artist starts painting from the submerged objects at the bottom of the lake, that is to say, the bottom of the lake is the first layer , The lake water added later is the second layer.

In this way, wouldn't there be something missing at the bottom of the lake on the first floor?
The painter's movements were extremely fast, with a few quick strokes, a layer of green paint was added to the corpse at the bottom of the lake under the wooden platform.Almost in an instant, a complete picture of the green lake came to life—just as he was about to put away his paintbrush, Lin Sanjiu hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "Wait!"

"Let me take down the canvas first." She felt her heart beating against her chest, and quickly ran through her mind about what she was going to do next: "I asked you to put down the pen, and you put down the pen."

The painter nodded almost docilely.

She held the upper part of the oil painting with one hand and the lower part with the other, and she turned her back to herself, so nervous that the whole canvas trembled.

"Receive the pen!"

At that moment, even the sky was dark.

In this dungeon that has existed for an unknown amount of time, an unknown number of people died, and an unknown number of things were lost; the moment the brush fell back into the pen container, all the objects and lives that were left here rushed out of the water again, like a large black cloud Or swarms of insects, densely covering the sky; their water curtains raised high and in waves rushed into the air, and the falling lake water wet everything like a storm.

They have only one goal, which is the painting in Lin Sanjiu's hands.

Lin Sanjiu held the painting in both hands, and her eyes were dim, and she couldn't see anything clearly; she only had time to yell at the painter, "Stand back!" amidst the violent airflow and the sound of water——and her gaze caught a glimpse across the sky of a behemoth.The shadow was too big and too familiar, and the siren sounded in her mind immediately in the storm; the next second, she folded the canvas abruptly, and hurriedly stepped back.

As long as she lived, she would never forget the sight of hundreds of corpses falling from the sky like hailstones.

After the canvas was rolled up, the attraction disappeared without a trace; the countless corpses that were attracted to the front of the wooden platform by gravity fell on the wooden platform one after another, the dull impact sound continued to thump, and the wooden board was also smashed to pieces. I was jumping and trembling, as if I was about to get off the bracket and jump into the air.

It wasn't until the shadow of that gigantic object fell heavily into the lake, setting off a high wall of water that completely drenched everything on the shore, that the storm of corpses finally came to an end.

The painter didn't know when he was so shocked that he fell to the ground, and now he was lying on the ground among the corpses, with a pale face, as if he couldn't believe the silence in his ears.After a few seconds, he suddenly remembered something, and looked back and forth a few times - a corpse suddenly moved, reached out and grabbed him, startling the painter, as if he let out a silent scream.

"It's me," Lin Sanjiu was pressed down by layers of giant corpses, feeling that he might be happier than dead: "...Pull me, I want to get out."

Fortunately, the height where the body fell was not high, otherwise she struggled with the doomsday for nearly ten years, but was finally crushed to death by the body, which would have been enough for a puppeteer to laugh for a lifetime.

Lin Sanjiu got out of the pile of corpses with a stench all over his body. Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked out on the wooden platform.

... This analogy is not appropriate, but she does feel that she is now like a farmer who is full of joy of harvest.

Due to the limited length of the wooden platform, most of the attracted corpses actually fell back into the lake; but just on this wooden platform, they piled up... How much did they accumulate?They are all soaked to the brim, so it’s not very accurate, but dozens of them are the minimum, right?
she thought hesitantly.

Not only the corpses, but also the supplies and special items scattered at the bottom of the lake were all rolled up together, like shells on the human beach; the huge monster that caused the "tsunami" was exactly what she threw at the starting point at the beginning Fortunately, she reacted quickly and folded the painting before the container got close to the wooden platform; otherwise, as soon as it hit the wooden platform, she would have nothing left.

"Here you are," Lin Sanjiu returned the tightly rolled painting to the artist, "Don't open it, can you destroy it?"

The painter looked offended, and inserted the scroll into a small tube.

"Danger, how many minutes do I have left before I have to return the ship?" She turned her head and asked in a loud voice towards the hut at the point of departure.

"You have four and ten minutes."

enough!
Lin Sanjiu heaved a long sigh of relief, instead of digging through the corpse first, he sat down on the open space with a thud.The eight or 10 minutes that she dragged the body of an ordinary person was more exhausting than the sum of the past few years; after resting in place for 5 minutes, she finally relied on willpower to force herself to go Into the pile of corpses.

It's time for the farmer to start harvesting too.

　Strange, I changed the text two hours ago, why it was still anti-theft when I saw it just now... The starting point on my side is always very slow, maybe it was not saved successfully... What a fucking injustice!
　
(End of this chapter)