Earth Exam [Unlimited]

"pat..."

52's door closed gently.

Jane quietly looked around.

The room was not too big, and the window was facing the door, occupying half of the wall.

It is evening now, and the burgundy-black velvet curtains are drawn down to one side, and the dim light shines through the window on the stone floor, the color is extraordinarily deep, like dark brown blood.

The bed is placed in the middle, and there is a picture hanging on the head of the bed - in the picture is a knight holding a gun, carrying a pair of huge wings, the wings are divided into two different colors, half black and half white, half background In the night, half in the dawn.

The mask of the knight's helmet in the painting is lifted a little, revealing the purple-gray lips. The lips are so wide that they almost reach the ears. In the gap of the mask, where the eyeballs are, there are two spots of scarlet light flickering on and off.

The knight stared at Jane, his smile gradually became ferocious, his head leaned forward, and the painting fixed on the wall kept trembling, as if he would come out anytime and anywhere.

Jane quietly took down the painting, the background color had already climbed up the frame, and it climbed up the back of his hand arrogantly.

He turned the painting over with a blank expression, and it stuck to the wall with a "slap".

The air seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Forced to struggle frantically towards the painting on the wall, the fragile silk cloth was torn into various strange shapes.

Jane quietly pulled out the floating nails used for wall decoration and nailed them to the four corners of the painting, which was still struggling.

He held a large handful of floating nails in his hand, and asked with some distress: "You welcome me like this, do you need nails as decorations on your body?"

"After all, it is Earl Claire's painting, it would be rude to add items at will."

painting:……

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dare not move, dare not move.

You are welcome.

The paintings on the wall completely returned to silence. The last rays of the setting sun came in from the window, and the warm yellow light fell on the ground, giving off a crimson and sad beauty.

Jane quietly stood at the window and looked out. The peaceful and quiet manor in the dusk actually showed a completely different kind of weirdness.

Like an unknown rumor, at sunset and dusk, when the devil meets.

The slaves who worked in the manor finished their day's work, lined up under the driving of the knights, and dragged their tired bodies back to the small and dirty thatched hut, their backs bent.

These people gradually condensed into indistinct black shadows in his eyes, and then bleed into a ghostly picture.

Midnight, when the old and the new alternate between the two days.

Jian Qiao was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Tuk tuk..."

There was an eager knock on the black-painted door.

"Excuse me, is Your Excellency Jian Qiao in the room? I am here to serve you a supper at the order of Earl Claire."

Jane didn't respond quietly, the dim light of the candles on the wall barely illuminated the room, watching the weak door tremble, the candles attached to the wall flickered and swayed, casting various Strange shadows.

"Your Excellency, please open the door!"

The eager voice at the door was still shouting, the knocking sound gradually became louder, and evolved into a terrible piercing sound. Something heavy was violently smashed on the door, which made people seriously doubt whether the door would be locked in the next second. Shards of sawdust even splashed beside his bed when it was smashed open.

Amid such violent noises, a stream of thin black mud crept in like running water between the gap between the door and the ground.

Like a snake, it crawled slowly along the wall, and it was getting closer and closer to Jane.

A quilt fell from the sky, covering the black mud tightly.

Jane quietly stood on the quilt, and raised her hand to pull out the nails nailed to the picture frame at dusk one by one. At this time, more black mud had seeped in from the crack of the door, and the small jet of black mud in front More like a trial.

Jane quietly held the painting in her left hand, and held the mop pulled from the corner of the wall in her right, pushing the black mud back through the crack of the door as if mopping the floor, and then smoothly placed the frame between the crack of the door and the ground.

He thought irresponsibly: Anyway, the black mud and the picture frame are weird things, and they shouldn't fight if they get stuck together.

Before the poor silk cloth could react, it was covered with black mud, and the silk cloth gradually bulged into a human figure. Something was about to come out of the painting, but the gap between the door crack and the ground was too narrow, and there was nothing in the painting. The figure lives up to expectations

its stuck.

The inflated body perfectly blocked the gap in the door, and the black mud couldn't get in at all.

Sure enough... the picture frame was designed to block the cracks in the door at night.

What a clever little ghost he was.

The black mud that came in first became a lone army, struggling desperately, but failed to push down the quilt covering his head.

Jian Chao picked up the quilt on the ground, pulled aside the curtains, and opened the window. Outside the window was a bloody, rotting human face, with his hands on the window sill. When that human face saw him, it pulled a weird and bloody smile on its face. Halfway through laughing, a quilt covered his face, and he fell out of the window with a muffled sound.

Then Jane quietly closed the window, fixed the top of the window, and drew the curtains. The whole series of movements flowed smoothly, very naturally.

The sound of something struggling outside the window, the figure in the silk cloth in the crack of the door is still trying to run out, the black mud wants to come in, but the door is blocked by the picture frame, neither of the two will let the other, the fight is impossible open hand.The only good news is that the knocking on the door stopped.

Sure enough, weird things should be allowed to play by themselves.

Jian quietly crawled back into bed, and the second before she fell asleep, she thought that luckily the weather wasn't too cold, and she wouldn't catch a cold without a quilt.

A good night's dream.

When Jian Qiao woke up again, it was already dawn.

The window was closed well, and the silk painting in the crack of the door was slumped on the ground in a dirty way, which made people feel that it was particularly wronged for no reason.

After Jane got up and finished washing, she pinched the two corners of the picture frame and pulled it out from the crack of the door. Because the front side was facing the black mud, the front side of the whole painting was horrible, half black and half white on the wings , There was black mud everywhere, even the helmet of the knight in the middle was covered with a large lump, and the small half of his face after the mask was lifted was not spared.

Her purple-gray lips were stained with black mud, and one of her scarlet eyes was covered tightly with black mud, like wearing a one-eyed mask. Not only was she not scary, but funny and pathetic.

Jian Qiao: "Tsk tsk tsk."

He happily put the painting back on the wall.

Taking a few steps back, he carefully observed the wall, rubbed his chin and said to himself, "It's a bit unsightly."

Before the painting had any action, he took it off, opened the window, and smiled

Throw the painting straight down the window sill.

The painting fell to the ground from the second floor, making a muffled "bang".

It trembled slightly on the ground, but did not move.

"Hey, perfect!"

Jane clapped her hands quietly, what a wonderful start this day is.