Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Zuo Yan pushed the door open and walked in, stunned for a moment, what he saw was not alone.

but a painting.

Zuo Yan approached and smelled a smell of paint. He looked closely at the canvas in front of him.

This is a man in a black shirt, with only one back, but it seems that he will turn his head at any time.

The easel was placed in the middle of the room, and no one else was in the room.

There are several paintings of landscapes or figures hanging on the walls, but from Zuo Yan's perspective, there is an indescribably strange feeling.

The door is open, the light is on, where is the person?

Zuo Yan looked around and felt as if he had entered a haunted house.

He wanted to go out to have a look, but when he reached the door, Zuo Yan turned his head.

The paintings in this room are all facing him.

But there is only one pair, and it is facing the direction of the window.

Zuo Yan thought for a while, but still moved and walked over.

Then he was startled.

On the canvas, a pale young man was lying quietly on the ground, and under him, red blood seemed to permeate the canvas, and the white shirt was dyed bright red.

There were no facial features on the boy's face.

Zuo Yan said tremblingly, "I think he knows that Xu Yang is dead."

System: "But you are alive now."

"That's the scariest thing."

He is a bit hopeless, the reason why Xie Yao is interested in him is because he discovered that the person who should have died has suddenly come back to life.

From the perspective of this painting, it should be from a top-down perspective. Zuo Yan looked at the window, and he could imagine the painter holding a paintbrush, looking down at the people below, and writing on the canvas .

Zuo Yan took a step back, turned around and was about to run, the world of mental illness is too scary.

However, he only moved once, and suddenly a person came up behind him.

Warm breath hit his ear, "Where do you want to go?"

Zuo Yan's scalp tingled, big brother, where did you come from!

"I don't want to go anywhere."

Xie Yao chuckled, and suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist, "But I just saw that you seem to be leaving."

Zuo Yan quickly said: "I wanted to find you just now, and I'll return the clothes."

Said, holding up the bag in his hand.

Xie Yao didn't answer, but raised his chin instead, and both of them focused their eyes on the painting in front of them.

"is it beautiful?"

Zuo Yan nodded, "Pretty."

Facing a painting that doesn't even have a face, you are a boss and you have the final say, and you are beautiful if you say it is beautiful.

Xie Yao's soft breathing was getting closer and closer to his ear, "No, it's not pretty."

Zuo Yan froze, did he hit the horse's hoof?

Xie Yao raised his hand and nodded at the blank face above, "This is the soul."

Zuo Yan: Shame on the soul?I really can't appreciate it, boss, please let me go.

The people behind let go of him, and Zuo Yan quickly moved away from him.

"I put the clothes here. It's so late, so I won't bother you."

Zuo Yan put his clothes aside and was about to run when he reached the door and suddenly heard a man's voice behind him.

"The downstairs door was never locked."

If it is locked, he will not be able to get in, so can you finish what you want to say in one breath, big brother.

Zuo Yan held the doorknob, nodded stiffly, "I will take the door with me when I leave."

"Do you know why there is no lock?"

I don't want to know, I'm not curious at all!

Zuo Yan shouted silently, but unfortunately the people behind him didn't intend to hear the voice in his heart.

Xie Yao turned his head and glanced at him lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Because I'm waiting for you."

Zuo Yan touched his face, and finally turned around, pretending to be curious, "Wait for me? Wait for me to return the clothes."

He glanced around without a trace in his eyes. Apart from painting tools, there should be nothing that can kill people in this room.

Turning his gaze back to Xie Yao, Zuo Yan stared blankly at him picking up an oil painting knife and holding it in front of his eyes.

"System, this thing can't kill people, right?"

Zuo Yan wanted to find some comfort in his heart.

The system said straightforwardly: "It depends on how he uses it. If he stabs your eye with a painting knife..."

Zuo Yan: "...you shut up!"

The system expressed aggrievedness, it just listed a series of possibilities.

The smile on Zuo Yan's face was a bit stiff, he wasn't too nervous at first, but now he was about to pee.

Xie Yao sat in front of the picture frame, facing him, with a usual smile on his face, but with some inexplicable feelings.

"I'm waiting for more than just clothes."

Seeing his tense appearance, Xie Yao picked up the paintbrush, "Come here."

Zuo Yan didn't move, his whole body expressed a meaning, I don't!

But Xie Yao was not in a hurry, and looked at him inexplicably, "Are you afraid of me?"

Zuo Yan wanted to nod very much, he wasn't usually afraid of you.

The hand behind him was quietly turning the doorknob, and then he found sadly that the door couldn't be opened!

When the man let him pass for the second time, Zuo Yan walked over with mixed emotions of wind rustling, Yi Shuihan, the strong man leaving, and the end of the game.

The big deal is just a knife, but he is still a good man when he wakes up.

System: "According to the analysis of Xie Yao's mental state, he is more likely to torture people."

Zuo Yan had no expression on his face, "Can you be quiet for a while?"

System: "Good."

Zuo Yan approached, saw the man mixing the paint, and after a while, put it on hand.

Xie Yao took a pen and handed it to him, Zuo Yan looked at it and took it without understanding what it meant.

Xie Yao chuckled, "Have you learned it?"

Zuo Yan shook his head.

Xie Yao gently sniffed at his shoulder, "The smell of turpentine."

Zuo Yan was dumb.

Are you a dog nose?

Xie Yao took his hand holding the pen, and rested his chin on his shoulder, "Will you?"

"will not."

Xu Yang just went to the Internet to watch other people's videos, so it can't be counted as a meeting at all.

Zuo Yan felt his other hand gently rubbing against his chin, a little itchy, for fear that he would suddenly strangle his neck.

Xie Yao said: "I will teach you."

While holding his hand, he dyed the canvas.

Zuo Yan's body was a little stiff, and the red on the canvas was a little thick.

Xie Yao frowned, stopped his hands, Zuo Yan followed his strength, and dared not move at this time.

Xie Yao stood up suddenly, pushed him away and rummaged through the box beside him.

Zuo Yan took a few steps back and pushed the window, without moving.

Because he didn't find what he was looking for, Xie Yao had a very ugly expression, and suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Seeing his nervous movements, Zuo Yan felt like crying.

"Mr. Xie, what are you looking for?"

As long as you don't find the murder weapon, you can say anything.