Victory Utopia

After a rough count, there are no less than a hundred paintings piled up on the ground, and the ground is damp, and many of them have begun to mold due to damp.

Qin Yu felt it was a pity, Richard's painting skills are very good, and there are a few semi-finished works that can be seen that his brushwork is sophisticated and his sensitivity to color is very strong.

There are countless painters who have painted crucifixes, but the emotions in these works of Richard do not make people see the kind of compassion that mourns for the Savior.

It can be seen from this that he is not a Christian, otherwise why would he hide in the ground and paint secretly?However, in an era with a strong religious atmosphere, it is admirable for this prisoner to paint these works that violate the teachings with a brush.

"The believers insisted that the painting was painted by Margaret, but obviously, she was framed. So who betrayed her?" Qin Yu went to the corner and squatted down, and inadvertently rubbed a piece of paint on the palm of his hand.He twirled and said, "The paint in this one is not dry yet—someone is still painting here recently."

"How long does it take for this kind of painting to dry?" Ge Yin stood at the door and asked.

"That depends on the amount of oil and the humidity of the air, but this one should not last more than a week." Qin Yu picked up the oil painting, and now this problem is a bit tricky: "It's only a matter of rubbing off such a large piece so that no one will find it." There's a ghost."

This one has a high degree of completion and is the scene of Jesus being crucified on the cross.The painter's focus is not on Jesus, but on the facial expressions of those who follow him.

Panic, grief, anger, frustration... Except for the joyful expressions that human beings can express, almost all expressions can be found on those people's faces, but even so, Qin Yu couldn't see through the true connotation of this painting.

"No one should come over, so it's easy to handle." He picked up the pen next to him, adjusted the required coloring materials on the palette, and added the damaged parts to the painting.

"Did I tell you that I'm an art student?" Qin Yu stared at the canvas intently. His color sense can be regarded as a very good one. After several comparisons, he quickly identified the one that was not much different from the original color. The color is tuned out.

"No."

He dipped in the paint and carefully filled in the colors: "Actually, I just ran halfway to learn it now. Although the painting skills are not as good as those who have a few years of foundation, hard work can make up for it. I learned pretty well."

Hearing his boast, Ge Yin stood beside him and looked at him for a while, trying to ridicule the arrogance of suppressing this person, but found that Qin Yu's painting skills were true and there was no room for sarcasm, so he didn't say anything.

Qin Yu completed half of it, raised his eyebrows quite complacently, glanced at him and said complacently, "How is it? Is it okay?".

Ge Yin didn't praise or criticize, but hummed, and Qin Yu took it as a sign of approval.

"almost."

He repainted it heavily.

The cramped space in the small room was fully utilized by the owner. Apart from the pile of paintings that almost reached Ge Yin's chest, there was also a simple rattan bed and a small cabinet that couldn't be smaller.

The cabinet was opened, and there was nothing in it.However, there was a very strange design, which made him wonder if the craftsman put it upside down when splicing it together. The lock that should be on the outside of the cabinet door was actually on the inside. Then, Ge Yin found some shredded paper from the slit between the wooden boards. .

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a sudden sound of footsteps approached from outside the door.Both of them had good hearing, and they stopped what they were doing at the same time.

The footsteps of the visitor were light and hasty, and when he realized that the footsteps were coming here, Qin Yu quickly put the pen and the unfinished painting back to the original place, shook his arms, and covered the black cloth back to the original place.

He and Ge Yin rushed to the door at the same time.

But Qin Yu wanted to open the door to go out, but Ge Yin pushed the door to hide it as it was at the beginning, and the two looked at each other.

"Why are you still—" Qin Yu whispered as much as possible, that person was still some distance away from them, in fact, there was still time to go out now.

But Ge Yin didn't speak, he grabbed Qin Yu's forearm, stepped over the blank picture frame on the ground with his long legs, and came to the cabinet.

Ge Yin resolutely got into the cabinet, seeing that Qin Yu hadn't moved yet, he frowned and stretched out his hand to grab Qin Yu's collar, and dragged him in.

With his back leaning against the fairly solid board, he whispered, "Don't you want to know who came here to frame Margaret?"

Tilting his head, Qin Yu looked at him and smiled.

"So you just want to hide here to see who it is, how do you look at it? Even if you can see through, I can't either."

Ge Yin glanced to the left, Qin Yu followed, and there was really a finger-wide crack on the cabinet door.And the candlelight in the room happened to pass through the gap and hit Ge Yin's eyes.

It was a stroke of genius.

Qin Yu was speechless, he choked on a smile and conceded defeat.

The cabinet was so small that Qin Yu couldn't even put his legs straight. In order to close the door, he had to ask Ge Yin to reach out and fasten the hasp on the cabinet door from his waist.

"Your bad idea, if he finds out," Qin Yu gritted his teeth in a threatening manner, and whispered into Ge Yin's ear, as if the posture of rubbing ears together made him a little uncomfortable, but he still pretended not to care. "What do you propose?"

Ge Yin snorted lightly and didn't speak again.Because the person had already reached the door, the "squeak" sound was slow and long when the door was pushed open, like the prelude of a horror movie, which immediately made the two of them afraid to breathe.

Ge Yin took a look outside.

It was indeed a woman. She was wearing a black floor-length skirt and a sheep skull on her head. The white sheep bone texture did not look like a simple entertainment mask.

Even so, Ge Yin still recognized who she was.

He withdrew his gaze and made way.

Qin Yu saw that he made way for a space with a solemn expression, so he lowered his head to look beyond the gap.

The candle flame danced, casting her figure on the wall as if dancing.

The sheep bones are heavy, but this person stares at such a large piece calmly, with steady steps, without even shaking it.After she pushed the door open, she didn't come in. Instead, she stood in front of the door, sticking to her cane, motionless.

Even though she covered her face and changed her clothes, Qin Yu still guessed who it was based on her walking posture and stature.

Elizabeth.

After standing still for about ten seconds, she came in, and first stayed in front of the pile of paintings. She lowered her head, lifted a corner of the black cloth with her cane, and looked at the paintings signed by her son, Richard.

She raised her cane and pointed at the exposed paintings while reading.

"The Death of the Son, The Crucifixion... The Kiss of Judas."

When counting to No.13, Elizabeth stopped, as if lost in thought.

The consequence of being crowded together face to face is that the air does not circulate, and people are a little hypoxic.

It didn't take long for Ge Yin's face to become hot. It was a bit too much for two adults to fit in this place, and his spine was hurting. He wanted to move the support point, but he was worried that people outside would find out if he made a noise. So I endured it.

Then, Elizabeth turned her head to look at the cabinet where the two were hiding.

The hand with the ruby ​​ring was tightly clenched on the cane, and Elizabeth took a few steps towards the cabinet. The low-heeled shoes made a sound on the ground, and she stopped before reaching the gap.

It seemed that they had discovered their existence, but none of the two moved, one was more calm than the other.

"Jesus can be born again, and so can my Maggie. So she obeyed my call and returned to the world."

As Elizabeth said, she took off the ring and held it up to her chest.

"The decline of a family is doomed, but unwarranted grievances cannot appease the soul buried in the ground, nor can it appease my anger."

Qin Yu blinked, and his eyelashes brushed against Ge Yin's face.

"Judas' kiss can be fatal, regardless of whether he regrets betraying Jesus or not." Elizabeth's emotionless voice hit the sheep bone, and her slightly hollow voice was completely different from her before yesterday.

"I am very grateful for your efforts to stop it that day, although—" She paused for a moment, and continued: "I hope you can find that traitor for me, no matter what the cost. And this ring is for me."

Then she said the most crucial sentence: "Take this ring, and the door of the world will be opened for you."

Qin Yu's eyes widened.

Immediately afterwards, she left Qin Yu's sight, but he knew that Elizabeth did not leave, because she heard a voice from the cabinet door next.

Metal collided together, there was a soft sound of a lock falling, and a hard object fell to the ground. These sounds mixed together, and Qin Yu couldn't help but catch his breath.

Elizabeth really left this time, the cross around her neck was tied upside down again, she held it and walked out of the room.

Since then, no one in this manor will look at her strangely, because she has already led them into Satan's door.

The blood sacrifice helped her a lot. The children of Satan are gradually encroaching on the land of Bicester. It only takes three days for them to occupy this place as their lair.

Now just look forward to the evening when she will welcome her Margaret back to the manor.

****

Qin Yu inhaled with some difficulty, he couldn't stretch his hands, he couldn't feel where the chain was.

"She locked it from the outside."

Ge Yin couldn't stand upright, the lack of oxygen in his brain made him almost unable to feel his hands and feet, and his consciousness became blurred.He just touched the knife on his waist by feeling.

Fortunately, after prying the floor just now, he put it on the belt, otherwise, in this position, they can't even raise their hands, and they would really be trapped here to death.

He didn't quite understand why he became like this, his temples were throbbing, and his physical fitness test in the military alliance was all S.Why are you getting dizzy after only 10 minutes here?

"Don't move around." He said to Qin Yu.

But he couldn't find it for a long time, so Ge ​​Yin stabilized his body, clicked his tongue, and expanded the scope of his search.

The air became thinner and thinner, Qin Yu suddenly recalled the suffocation of the hemp rope tied around his neck when he was on the sofa that day, and the feeling at this moment was even more uncomfortable.He supported Ge Yin with one hand, their bodies were almost touching together, Ge Yin seemed to be about to faint.

A hand was caught off guard on his side, still touching everywhere.

Qin Yu woke up for half a second: "This time, you took advantage of me."

He only heard Ge Yin say "knife" vaguely, he thought that Ge Yin's consciousness had become confused, he grabbed the hand that touched his waist and put it back.

But the hand that was always full of strength didn't lift up at this moment, Qin Yu called out to him, but Ge Yin didn't respond, and he was slowly sliding down.

Qin Yu was surprised and said, "Why did you faint first..."

Shouldn't young people have good physical fitness?

The air in his lungs was almost exhausted, he gritted his teeth and hugged Ge Yin, and then pulled out the knife from Ge Yin's waist.

The point of the knife penetrates the ply of wood.

With his last breath, Qin Yu mobilized all the muscles in his body and stabbed the short knife horizontally, while he put his shoulder against it and pushed it hard, the wooden board split with a sound, and the two fell out of the cabinet.

The wooden thorn pierced into the calves of the two, and before the pain could reach the cerebral cortex, what Qin Yu was thinking about before his consciousness disappeared was the question Ge Yin asked last night.

Are you afraid of dying?

afraid.

There was a smile on his face.

It's fucking good to be alive.