I eat candy in the horror world

The windows in the studio were ajar, and the wind blew the rain in and onto the floor.

Looking at the collapsed easels all over the floor, the artist was startled, the expression on his face was distorted, and his body trembled with anger, "What did you do to my painting?"

Song Xi didn't seem to hear him, walked to the window and pushed the window completely open, the sound of rain that was mostly covered up filled people's ears in an instant.

With a few clicks, a few drops of rainwater sprinkled on the canvas.

The black paint that was smeared indiscriminately smudged a little, and the bright red underneath could no longer be hidden.The color of the blood was not diluted by the rain, it seemed to be permanently frozen there, always bright and clear.

Song Xi stepped on it, and the soles of the shoes were crushed hard, with a look of disdain on his face, "Why do you paint all the paintings in black? You also feel very dissatisfied."

The painter looked straight at the toe of the young man's shoe, his fists were creaking, "Take your foot away."

"I didn't expect you to be quite self-aware. These paintings are only good for being trampled on. The lines are rigid, without emotion, and the color matching is also uncharacteristic." Song Xi sighed, and his soft tone was mixed with strong anger. Sarcastic, "A failed person like you can only stay in this small place for the rest of your life, doing nothing, accompanied by these inferior works."

"Defective products," the painter suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "You said they are defective products..."

"It's more than just defective products." Song Xizai deliberately provoked him, "They are simply rubbish."

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you..." the painter murmured and rushed towards Song Xi.The hammer in Song Xi's hand swung directly and hit the artist's arm.

The painter fell to the ground with a hammer head and his shoulders were stepped on by the young man.He twisted his face and waved his hands in the air.

Li Zhong and others were dumbfounded by this scene. It was the first time they heard Song Xi speak so viciously, and they were somewhat shocked. When they went to see the painter again, he seemed to be crazy at this time, kicking and kicking his legs on the ground, He kept straightening his waist and abdomen, trying to release the pressure on his body.

Song Xi was not a vegetarian either, the big hammer in his hand was surprisingly easy to use, and when he smashed it down again, everyone present shuddered when they heard the sound of the painter's knee cracking.

He leaned over and prodded in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Look at what you look like now, what's the difference between you and a dog in the water. A person like you can never become a real painter. You and your paintings You'll be like a mouse in the gutter, forever blind."

"The paintings that covered the whole room with white cloth are the best proof." The corners of Song Xi's lips curled up, his eyes were filled with coldness, "Because you also know that they are failures that cannot be shown."

"No, they are not failures!" The anger after being humiliated flashed across the painter's face, and he struggled more violently, his eyes of resentment stuck to Song Xi's neck, and he stretched his arms desperately, trying to get that The beautiful white neck was severed, and I couldn't help imagining the warm touch on my face when the blood poured down in my mind.

"What are you doing!" The boss who was waiting below couldn't help running up.

Seeing that the painter was completely suppressed, she accused angrily, "You release him quickly, the gods will be angry, and Miss Bai will be angry! At that time, none of us will be able to escape!"

Li Zhong blocked her with one hand, pushed directly into the opposite room, and held the doorknob to prevent her from opening it.

The proprietress opened the door and knocked on the door, warning sharply: "Let me out, something will happen, something will happen! It's raining, she's coming out!"

Li Zhong looked at Song Xi, and the young man shook his head slightly at him.

The painter licked his lips, he grinned, and suddenly laughed: "You can't run away."

"Can you run away?" Song Xi glanced at his stubbornly raised hand, and the blade caught between his fingers gleamed coldly.

A normal person would definitely attack other parts of him at such a time, but the painter didn't. The paranoia of blood in his mind was higher than anything else.

This is indeed an out-and-out lunatic.

Song Xi glanced at the open window again, a pool of white things climbed up along the outer wall, and two white eyes were staring at him.

"Do you think she will let you go when everyone in the town is dead?" Song Xi laughed at his innocence, "She loves you so much, she will take you to hell with her."

"It's you who should go to hell, but before that, I'll drain your blood and put it all in a bucket." The painter also tilted his head to the window, looking into those white eyes.

"No matter how much blood you use, you can't draw a good work." Song Xi said, "Your inspiration has dried up, and you are a waste of jealousy. Isn't it because of this that you killed Miss Bai back then."

This sentence was deceiving him, but the painter retorted excitedly: "I didn't! Why should I be jealous of her, I love her, I love her..."

"Of course you love her, and it is your love that prompts you to draw the most perfect work. On the high white wall, the sun has just risen, and the surrounding clouds are burning red, full of vigor and endless life."

Song Xi's voice was very low, and he described the picture softly, "That is your best work. Since then, you have never drawn a picture that satisfies you. No matter how many animals you kill, the blood will always be Without aura, the things drawn are also lifeless.”

"Human blood, only paintings made with human blood can be alive, especially..."

"The blood of a lover."

The painter's mind was attracted by the young man's description, giving birth to longing and nostalgia. It was indeed the most beautiful sunrise he had ever painted. It lay quietly on the simple white wall, glowing with freshness and hope.

He smiled obsessively, "You think it's perfect too, don't you?"

Song Xi also laughed, "Of course."

Miss Bai refused to believe that the painter killed her, so he could only present the truth to her.She loves this lunatic blindly, and believes that after knowing the truth, she will still love him.

Puddles of white pulp slid in from the window, Li Zhong was startled, and was about to speak when Jiang Su, who was half shorter than him, stopped him.

"It will be fine." Jiang Su said, "The mask is Miss Bai's eyes and ears."

"Really." Hong Na frowned, "Ever since the masks were brought back, everyone always felt like they were being watched."

Li Zhong remembered what he saw after being woken up that night, and couldn't help shivering.

He looked at Song Xi. The young man was not really that calm. After the pulp was separated from the rain and re-condensed into a complete mask, his figure was obviously tense, and his eyes became alert.

The masks lay on the ground one by one, surrounding Song Xi and the painter.

The white eyeballs that were always hidden and only occasionally revealed are now quietly attached to the inner eye sockets of the mask, like vicious vipers, guarding their prey patiently and welcoming the arrival of their masters.

The painter's eyes are still obsessed. After getting the affirmation, he is bound to win Song Xi's blood, and he is eager to draw more perfect works with human blood.

After discovering that the young man seemed to have relaxed a little bit of his strength, he suddenly straightened up with a carp.

Song Xi stepped back, stepping on the mask behind him.

The mask instantly returned to a liquid state, sticking to the soles of his feet and could not be rubbed off.It slowly moved from the sole to the heel, and then climbed up the young man's calf.

Song Xi stretched out his hand to shake it off, and shook off the residue on his hand in disgust.

"Give me your hand." Jiang Su was controlled by Li Zhong and stood far away.

He took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and stretched it towards the young man.

Song Xi didn't move, but when he sensed the cold wind blowing from behind, he gripped the hammer tightly, turned around and smashed it.This time, there was no mercy at all. The hammer was attached to the painter's waist, and he lay on the ground crying on the spot, with a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

The blood sprayed on the window frame, and was soon brought in by the rain and flowed to the floor.

This kind of wooden floor that has not been waxed is easy to absorb water, but the blood does not seep in, and the color becomes thicker and thicker.In just a few seconds, it had grown into a pool of dark red thick blood.

Blood was still seeping up from under the floor, as if there was a spring hidden underneath.

Song Xi remembered something, quickly jumped out of the room, and pulled Li Zhong and the others back together.Behind them, blood spread along the wooden ladder to the second floor, blocking the way they left.

Hong Na cursed in a low voice, "We are trapped."

The two ponytails held her hand tightly, and at this moment, she couldn't cry anymore.The approach of death terrifies her, but she also has a sense of relief that "it's finally coming".

"Did she come to look for me?" The pair of ponytails rubbed their eyes and asked with a smile, "Will she let you go today as long as I go by?"

"No." Song Xi grabbed the girl who wanted to go forward, "She probably didn't come to look for you."

The blood stopped in the middle of the aisle, but the blood inside the door almost covered the entire room, leaving only the area under the painter's feet.

The dark red blood condensed into the shape of a head, followed by a graceful figure and slender legs.If it wasn't a bright red blood man, Song Xi would think that it was indeed a beautiful woman.

The blood man stood quietly in front of the painter, with his hands outstretched, like a red ribbon entangled the painter, and pulled him in front of him.

The smell of blood all over the room made the painter feel excited. He held up the bloody man's face with both hands obsessively, and touched his forehead with the tip of his nose.

"Did you kill me?" The blood man asked, his voice soft.

The painter has a natural affection for quiet and gentle people and animals. He didn't speak, as if he didn't recognize who it was, and moved his fingers down to the other party's neck.

With just a light touch, all the sticky blood on the blood man's body faded away, leaving behind a clean body.

The long white dress, red silk scarf, black hair like ink, and bloody appearance disappeared, and she turned back to the original Miss Bai.

Miss Bai asked again: "Did you kill me?"

The painter didn't expect that the artwork he was admiring would suddenly become a dead person. He froze for a moment, and then backed away full of resistance.

"You are dead, you are obviously dead!"

"Did you kill me!" Miss Bai's bare feet stepped into the blood, and the calm viscous liquid suddenly bubbled like boiling water.

The painter felt that his feet were very hot. He lowered his head in panic and found that his shoes were melting!And the boiling blood was spreading over his shoe uppers and climbing up his trouser legs.

"Go away!" The painter jumped on the ground, trying to shake those disgusting things off.

"Hush." ​​Miss Bai had already stood behind him, wrapping her white arms around the man's chest, fondling affectionately.

Her calm expression suddenly became agitated, "You know, I was really scared when the blood came out, so scared... I kept calling your name, hoping that you would miraculously appear to save me. But I I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."

As she spoke, she actually laughed.

The laughter seemed joyful and painful, sharp and piercing.

The painter couldn't hear her voice at all, only felt his legs and body were motionless, and the heart-piercing pain extended from his feet up and penetrated into his internal organs.

Song Xi looked in the direction of the stairs, the blood was gone, but the blood in the room suddenly rolled and rushed towards the painter.

Miss Bai is not in the mood to chase them now, she has to leave the town as soon as possible while the two dogs are biting each other.

"Let's go." Song Xi picked up Jiang Su and carried the big hammer in his other hand.

Li Zhong saw that he was struggling to hold it, so he took the initiative to carry it on his shoulder.

They ran all the way back to the Bai Family Ancestral Hall. The courtyard was washed clean by the rain, and all the blood that could swallow people probably went to the hotel.Only the dumb girl was standing in the middle of the yard, holding a brazier in her hand.

Seeing a few people rushing in, she was stunned for a moment, and quietly retreated to the side without doing anything to stop her.

Song Xi glanced at her and said to Li Zhong: "Brother Zhong, smash that wall down! Quick!"

Ms. Bai is forced to face the truth that her lover is the murderer, and she might become angry. They must leave as soon as possible.

Li Zhong snorted, and looked at Hong Na suspiciously, "I thought the exit was in your room." While speaking, he had already picked up the sledgehammer and smashed it hard towards the white wall.

The dumb girl raised her head blankly and suddenly smiled.

She put down the brazier and sat cross-legged on the ground, as if watching a wonderful drama, with anticipation and relief in her eyes.

The sound of banging on the wall echoed in the small town where there was only the sound of rain, and soon, other people were also attracted.Seeing that they were still holding umbrellas, Hong Na sneered and said with a sneer, "Hey, it's coming out. Didn't I tell you to go to the hotel to watch the painter? Why weren't you there when we went?"

Among the five people, except for Zhang Qiulin and Lan Kang, the others were all wearing umbrellas and clean.

Song Xi glanced at Zhang Qiulin, "Why do you look so ugly?"

Zhang Qiulin shook his head, looking tired, "I ran too fast, I was a little tired." He looked at Hong Na and explained, "We were near the hotel all morning, and we took shelter from the rain after it rained. Later, we I heard a miserable cry, which came from the homestay."

The wall was very thick, Li Zhong smashed it for a long time, but only scratched the skin, and the cracked putty fell off the wall without his hands.

Like the room Song Xi lived in, behind the putty was a huge plastic film.

Behind the film, there is a huge painting faintly.

He put Jiang Su down, grabbed the plastic film and pulled it down hard, with a loud crash, the remaining putty fell from the edge of the wall.

"Oh my god!" A newcomer girl covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes were full of shock.

There is a sunrise on the wall. The fiery red sun breaks free from the shackles of the clouds and rises high. It is powerful and sacred, and can illuminate and warm everything in the world.

The blood didn't solidify because of the past three years. If you look carefully, you can find that they are all wet and haven't completely dried up.

Song Xi pushed Li Zhong, "Keep smashing, don't stop!"

It was too difficult for Li Zhong to smash the entire wall by himself, so he went to other places to look for tools after he finished speaking.

The mute stood up from the ground. She looked up at the paintings on the wall, then lowered her head to think for a while, and walked in the direction the young man left.

Song Xi was unfamiliar with the Baijia Art Gallery, bumping around like headless chickens.Just came out of a showroom and bumped head-on with the dumb.

The mute raised his finger in one direction, and made an ahhhh sound from his mouth.

Song Xi opened the room she was pointing at, and soon found the hammer, not just one.Judging from the cement and soil stained on it, it should be left over after construction when the Bai family first bought the yard.

Dragging three big hammers back to the yard, I happened to hear Hong Na ask Zhang Qiulin: "You went up? What did you see?"

Zhang Qiuli shook her head, "I didn't see anything, not a single person."

"Where's the boss?" Hong Na asked in disbelief, "There's still the second floor, have you visited the second floor?"

"Go, I saw a room with the door open, I went in and looked, there was a mess everywhere, and there was a razor blade on the floor."

The painter disappeared, either he was fused with blood like the old woman, or he was taken away by Miss Bai.But Song Xi felt that the matter did not end so quickly.

Repressing the bad premonition in his heart, he distributed the tools for smashing the wall to Zhang Qiulin and Lan Kang.

The others couldn't stand and watch, so they ran to close the door of the gallery.

As soon as the bolt was inserted, there was a huge impact from the other side of the door, as if many people were pushing the door.On the other side of the door were loud shouts, inaudible, but full of malice and anger, as if they already knew what the people inside were doing.

Song Xi didn't turn his head back, and his smashing movements became faster and faster.At this moment, he only wished that he could grow ten hands, each of which could swing a hammer.

With the unremitting efforts of everyone, a hole was finally punched in the wall.

The other side of the hole is not the room in the small courtyard of the Han family, but a faint white light that seems to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

"It's the exit! It's really the exit!" Li Zhong shouted, this ray of light gave him great hope.

Song Xi was equally excited, concentrating all his strength on his arms, hitting the surroundings of the hole with one hammer after another.

No matter how strong the wall was, it couldn't stand the concerted efforts of human beings. The tight wall began to loosen, and the gray cement and the red bricks inside shattered into slag, rustling and falling outward.The sunrise made of blood fell to the ground with a bang as the collapsed brick lost a piece in the middle.

The small hole was cut by the crowd to barely allow one person to pass through. Only then did they see a brown dirt road extending outside, with lush branches and leaves on both sides of the dirt road, and a white mist at the end.

The way home was just around the corner, and the people behind pushed and shoved, so that no one could pass smoothly.Li Zhong blocked them with both hands, and roared angrily: "Song Xi discovered the road, let him and the child go first!"

The latch on the gate was fairly strong, and it shouldn't be able to be knocked open at once, so everyone retreated a little unwillingly.

The two couldn't pass through the exit together, Song Xi wiped off his sweat, squeezed Jiang Su's shoulder and told him urgently: "Baby, you go out first. Don't be afraid, brother and Uncle Li Zhong will be here soon."

White mist floated from the end, making the dirt road hazy.

Jiang Su's clear eyes flickered, she pulled Song Xi's neck, and quickly hugged him, "Song Xi, I'll wait for you outside." The small figure crossed the doorway, and the white mist rolled over just walking forward come.Jiang Su's figure was shrouded and disappeared.

Just as he was about to lift his foot to pass through, there was an exclamation from behind.

Song Xi turned his head and saw that a chainsaw used for logging penetrated from the outside, easily breaking the door latch in two.

The line of defense was broken, and the townspeople rushed in, "Don't let them go, the next one to die will be our own!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Zhong pressed Song Xi's shoulder and sent him to the exit.The edge of the door opening was rough and narrow, Song Xi was caught off guard, and before he had time to lower his head, his forehead wiped against the protruding brick.He bent down and staggered two steps forward. Looking back, Li Zhong, who was about to come in right after him, was squeezed away by two newcomer girls.

Outside the exit, the townspeople had rushed to the wall in arrogance.

One hand frantically grabbed the person who was about to leave, and they didn't believe it when they heard someone shout that the murderer was the painter, and they were determined to stay for the dead ghost.Song Xi glanced at the hammer lying at his feet, without thinking, he picked it up with both hands and threw it vigorously.