Survival game by confession [unlimited]

The one who knows you best is always yourself.

He even knew how to step on the painful foot of this indifferent man as quickly as possible, pick out the deepest line in his heart, and just pull it lightly, it will make him feel so painful that he will no longer show his love. A cold face made him irritable and crazy!

Let him lose his original sanity.

"Hahahahahaha, refute me! Scold me! Kill me!

No, you dare not!You don't even dare to meet him!

Hahaha, you are like a mouse in a stinky ditch, sneaking around, desperately looking for his smell, picking up the things he discarded, but not daring to look at him from the ditch. "

"Loser! Coward!"

Guijue let out bursts of maniacal laughter.

"I told you to shut up!"

The grimace mask suddenly shrank back, retracted into the space-time gap, and avoided the blow that was bound to hit.

The vortex shattered under that attack, turning into countless flickering black light spots, spreading and devouring the surroundings extremely slowly and extremely quickly.Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it quickly dispersed.

The blade slashed to the ceiling and quietly disappeared into it without making any sound.

But all the places touched by the black light spots began to change color, the wall skin peeled off, the hospital bed began to rot rapidly, and unknown black moss plants grew from it.Time and space are distorted here, following another set of laws.

The crow flapped its wings, and a faint air current blew past, the black light spots were expelled, and the room returned to its original appearance.It's just that the tin soldiers and sand table that were in the room were all gone.

Then the agility in the crow's eyes disappeared, and the red pupils seemed to dim for a moment.

It moved its body mechanically and flew out from the door.The door of the sand table treatment room slammed shut behind him, and two bright red seals appeared on it, indicating no entry.

From now on, any candidates who try to enter this treatment room will receive this message below.

[The treatment room cannot be opened, please change the room and try again. 】

The black crow landed on Xiao Ji's shoulder silently, stretched out its claws, and cleaned its feathers with its beak as if nothing had happened like a real bird.

"Where did it go?" Duan Wenzhou asked.

"Wow, as an examiner, does this count as leaving without authorization?"

I don't know why, but he just looked at the crow a little unpleasant, and it was still very unpleasant, it was a natural disgust.But when it came to specifics, he couldn't tell what it was that annoyed him.

Xiao Ji didn't speak, he stretched out two fingers and stroked the crow's feathers.

The crow pecked at his finger with its beak.

Duan Wenzhou stared at the crow.

He knew now, he didn't even kiss his brother Xiao's finger, why should this crow kiss!

"Don't worry about it." Xiao Ji said softly.

Then he raised his head and looked at a huge portrait in front of him.

It was a delicate and exquisite huge oil painting, which almost occupied the entire wall. The painter's skills were extremely exquisite, and the characters on the screen were drawn so lifelike. If it was put up for auction, this painting alone would fetch a sky-high price .

Behind this huge painting, there are also countless small paintings, which are hung on the left and right walls like a gallery for people to watch.

"Painting therapy room."

Xiao Ji read out the name on the treatment room, gently stroked his chin with his fingers, and let his soft hair hang down, brushing his temples.

Xiao Ji, who used to be a psychiatrist by profession, of course knows about painting art therapy.

Painting art therapy is also one of the methods of treating mental illness. Like sand table therapy, it belongs to the method of expressive art therapy. The patient presents his chaotic, unclear, and even dark inner world on the drawing paper through the brush.

Let the invisible inner feelings be expressed in an external form, and then analyze and treat the patient's psychological state according to the content on the canvas.

Psychiatrists usually ask patients to paint continuously, and observe the changes before and after the portraits made by patients to judge their mental state. [1]

The paintings here are all oil paintings with dark colors and a terrifying atmosphere. The things on the portraits are very realistic, but they are not real realistic.Because there is no such terrible "monster" in reality.

For example, there is a huge pig's head, but the lower body is a portrait of a human being. This half-human, half-pig monster bent its huge body, holding a huge piece of meat and eating like a jackal. His pig's face was white and long. The hair was covered with blood, and it was obviously an extremely docile, weak creature that could only be raised as food in the impression, but at this time it became a perpetrator.

The pig-faced man turned his face slightly and looked at the person outside the portrait. Those human eyes flashed a sinister green light like a beast.

Many portraits here combine people and animals, and the styles are very similar, obviously drawn by the same person.Perhaps in the heart of this patient, the world he sees is just this distorted appearance.

"It's no wonder that the mental patients here don't look very normal. If there are so many weird treatment rooms and doctors here, if they don't make noise with violins all day long, or force people to play murder... Oh, it’s not a sandbox game, or if I just look at this kind of painting with a full san value, my spirit will be out of order.”

Duan Wenzhou looked around and complained.

There are many people in front of the portrait in the front. They are all wearing hospital gowns, and they are looking at the portrait while maintaining a posture. They all have a kind of obsessive smile on their faces.

Farther ahead, there were countless dead bones lying on the ground.Because these patients admired this portrait too much, they forgot to eat and sleep, and stood in front of this portrait until their physical death.

Even their souls continue to stand in front of the painting, continuing to indulge in this portrait.

Xiao Ji took a step back and looked at the huge oil painting.

This portrait depicts a beautiful lady. The upper half of her face is completely rotten. The crimson carrion sticks to her brow and nasal bones. Her eye sockets have been devoured by maggots. White soft worms Writhing in her eye sockets, entangled with each other, using this place as their lair.Only the center of the eye still reveals a little red light.Some already-grown jet-black insects landed on the woman's bright red skinless face, mating wantonly with each other.

But the lower half of Madam's face is delicate and beautiful, even with heavy makeup, her lips are painted scarlet, and there is a gentle smile like the Virgin Mary on the corner of her lips.

In fact, she was also a mother. One of her hands had already penetrated into her belly, and she took out a baby with dark skin and full of fangs.

The fine teeth in the baby's mouth bit the woman's belly heavily, giving people an illusion.It seemed that this monster had bitten through the uterus from the mother's stomach and drilled out.What's more frightening is that there are two faces growing on the front and back of this weird baby, one seems to be crying, and the other is grinning.

The woman's feet are not human feet either. Under her dark blue complicated skirt are a pair of black sheep's hooves.

"Brother Xiao, why do I feel chills when I look at these paintings...especially the biggest one..." Duan Wenzhou shrank his neck.

If Duan Wenzhou is really allowed to fight with monsters, then he is definitely not cowardly at all, but looking at these paintings now, he feels a little fear in his heart for some reason.

That fear is like a black thread picked up in the middle of an empty room. At first it was just a little bit, but when you pick it up slowly along this thread, you find that the thread is already densely packed The ground covered the entire room, all tangled together.

From these paintings, he seemed to see what he was most afraid of, which brought back the most terrifying memories.

Duan Wenzhou quietly grabbed his brother Xiao's arm, tried his best to move his eyes away from those portraits, and fell on the face of his prosperous and beautiful face.

Take a look, look again.

call--

Feeling better now.

"Brother Xiao, do you see anything from this painting?"

Duan Wenzhou didn't dare to look at those paintings anymore, so he could only drag Brother Xiao to find a topic.

"a lot of things."

Xiao Ji looked at the painting from the perspective of psychoanalysis.

The colors used in most of the paintings are dark and monotonous blue-gray, and the specific areas are dark red. The layout of the distribution of figures is extremely unreasonable. The faces and bodies occupy most of the picture, leaving almost no blank space.

It gives people a very crowded feeling in people's field of vision, and there will be a slight tremor when writing, resulting in a faint sense of misty vertigo in the picture.This feeling is not obvious when you look at it from a distance, but you can find it as long as you get a little closer.

Although this style of painting may also be his personal habit, but Xiao Ji is more inclined to be that the painter can't control his trembling fingers when he writes.

"She made this portrait in excruciating pain."

Xiao Ji said softly, he closed his eyes, and seemed to see many uninterrupted pictures appearing in front of his eyes in the darkness.

"Her whole body was shaking from the medicine.

It hurts, it hurts.

The world in front of her is distorted and turned upside down, and the colors are distorted into a ball.Her hand holding the paintbrush is also trembling, the world is so dangerous, she fears, and she escapes.

But she is a skilled painter, and she can control her brushstrokes well even when she is ill, allowing her to express her inner emotions. "

"She has to paint, and she's going to paint.

Only painting can save her from this world. Painting is a door, a door that allows them to escape from reality.

Because there are wolves, tigers and leopards hiding in the outside world, they all have terrible green eyes, and they are coming to eat her.Even domesticated pigs have become ferocious carnivores.

She was terrified, she had hooves growing under her, she was a frail goat, she didn't even have the means to protect herself and her baby.She can only offer herself as a sacrifice to those ferocious beasts, just to protect her child.

'Eat me. ' said the black goat to the monsters.

'But please spare my child. '

However, just after she paid all the price, even her own body was devoured and became a breeding ground for maggots, she discovered that the child she had been hiding in her belly had long been persecuted by the darkness in the outside world. Infect.

Her child also became one of the beasts that would eat her.

The victim, and only herself. "

"Huh? Brother Xiao, are you saying that the author of these paintings is a woman, or a mother?" Duan Wenzhou asked.

"How did you know that?"

"Because the painting—"

Xiao Ji opened his light-colored eyes, and looked at the huge portrait again.

"It's her self-portrait."

The muscular contours of her face and chest suggest that the woman in this portrait should be the left hand most often, but in the portrait she subconsciously uses the right hand to hold her child from her belly.The artist should have painted such a portrait in front of a mirror, so the left and right are reversed.

After Xiao Ji finished speaking, he saw that the red light in the eye sockets of the woman in the huge portrait that had been eaten clean by maggots became brighter.

The originally delicate portrait moved unexpectedly, and the woman's other hand stretched out from the side of the portrait, holding a paintbrush on it.The bright red paint on the brush dripped slowly, dyeing the entire painting in blood red.

Because of the position, a drop of blood-red paint dripped onto the woman's chest, leaving a large dark mark there.The woman let go of the paintbrush, slowly raised her complicated skirt with her hands, and tapped her toes on the ground, making a standard skirt ceremony.Her half rotten and half intact face showed a sweet and weird smile to Xiao Ji.

"Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao!"

Duan Wenzhou was still thinking about the meaning of what brother Xiao just said, when he found a faint smile suddenly appeared on Xiao Ji's face, that smile was extremely intoxicating, just like the faces of the patients standing in front of the painting The smile is exactly the same.

That was a smile that was absolutely impossible to appear on Xiao Ji's face.

He was about to go forward to grab Xiao Ji, but his eyes were covered by a slender and cold hand, Duan Wenzhou stopped in his steps immediately, his eyelashes fluttered uneasily under Xiao Ji's palm.

The voice in Xiao Ji's mouth was very soft, like an unknown sleepwalker, fragile and soft yet concealed a trace of firmness.

"Close your eyes... don't look at... this painting..."