Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Sweet Home 3

Professional ethics of special effects makeup artist

Zhou Yan came to the house of this aunt Cathy whom he had never met before. Along the way, he kept rehearsing how to greet this aunt in his heart.

At this moment, standing in front of this aunt's house, he was still a little apprehensive.

There was a grass ring made of olive branches hanging at the door, dotted with unknown small white flowers, and a piece of light yellow paper was pasted in the middle, with a line written: If you find Wendy, please contact me immediately.

This paper seems to be some time ago, I don't know how long Wendy has been missing.

Zhou Yan was about to knock on the door, but the door suddenly opened.

A woman with disheveled hair suddenly appeared from the crack of the door. She seemed to have not washed her face for a long time, her face was covered with a layer of shiny oil stains, and her bloodshot eyes were frighteningly bright.

"There's news from Wendy—"

Aunt Cathy's voice stopped abruptly when she saw Zhou Yan. She took a step back nervously, looked at Zhou Yan from top to bottom, bit her pitted nails, and said vaguely, "Who is it?"

Zhou Yan took a step back unobtrusively: "I am your nephew, Jesse."

"Come in, my nephew."

Her voice was hoarse and sharp, and there were strange noises from her mouth, as if two rows of teeth were chattering constantly.

She opened the door, and a sour and rotten smell came to her face.

It's the smell of rotten food.

Zhou Yan couldn't help holding his breath, Wendy's disappearance made this woman who was full of hope in life so unkempt.

Aunt Cathy blocked Zhou Yan's sight unconsciously, and said falteringly: "I'm usually, I'm not like this, hey, wait a minute, wait a minute."

She hurriedly ran to the dining table, poured a bowl of soup with mildew floating on it into the sink, turned on the tap, and the sound of splashing water made her voice a little fuzzy: "You, you go up and sit down first." Come on, I cleaned up your room, it's very clean."

Zhou Yan doubted that it was clean. He glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor. The wall was covered with photos, which could be seen to be a little girl.

"Ah, your room is up to the left."

While washing the mouth of the bowl, Aunt Cathy turned her head to look at Zhou Yan, the corners of her mouth suddenly curved upwards, and said, "Wendy, isn't it cute?"

Zhou Yan: "Very, very cute."

He still doesn't know what Wendy looks like.

These words greatly pleased Aunt Cathy, and she even hummed a piece of music with an unknown tune: "When you close your eyes, you seem to see her, she is quietly looking at you in the dark... ..."

Seeing her washing the dishes on her own, Zhou Yan carried the toolbox up the stairs, and carefully looked at Wendy's appearance on the wall.

Even in black-and-white photos, it can be seen that she is a very cute little girl, with slightly curly long hair hanging on both sides of her round face, and there is a small pear dimple at the corner of her smiling face.

The photos on the wall are almost all of Wendy herself, and there is also a photo of Wendy and her aunt going out for a picnic.

Aunt Cathy was sitting on the grass with Wendy in her arms. She lowered her head and kissed Wendy. Her long hair was pouring down from her head, and there was a Dalmatians lying beside her.

Zhou Yan found a special photo in an inconspicuous corner.

In order to prevent damage to the photo, the surface of this photo is covered with two layers of film, and its edges have turned yellow. It can be seen that it is relatively old, and it is a couple holding a baby.

On the right can be seen a slender woman leaning comfortably on the arm of a man beside her.

And that man, holding a tightly wrapped baby in his firm arms, he should be Wendy's father. What's weird is that the faces of these two people were burned with two dark round holes, as if Two headless corpses cradled a tender baby.

"Isn't Wendy cute?"

Aunt Cathy's voice suddenly sounded behind Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan turned his head suddenly.

She was carrying a gleaming kitchen knife in her hand.

The shining blade was facing Zhou Yan, and the blade was only a little away from the tip of his nose.

Aunt Cathy's eyes were amazingly bright. She licked her mouth and repeated vaguely: "Wendy, isn't it cute?"

This crazy aunt turned out to be a child-raising fanatic, and he replied sincerely: "Cute, cuter than other children."

As if she could hear the sincerity in Zhou Yan's mouth, Aunt Cathy slowly put down the kitchen knife, wiped her hands still stained with water, and muttered: "I hate people from other places, I hate them."

She staggered down the stairs.

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and sneaked away the photo. There was a gray fingerprint in the corner of this photo that was not obvious.

Aunt Cathy did tell the truth. The room she prepared for Zhou Yan was indeed very tidy. The tone of this room was light blue, the bed was covered with soft quilts, and a dense tree was planted outside the window. Along the main road of Amber Town.

There is a desk in the room, and a few books are scattered on the bookcase, some are some art albums, and a few books about insects.

Zhou Yan picked up a few books on the bookcase, and he casually flipped through them for a look. There were words he couldn't read on them, and most of the art albums were sketches of insects, which were extremely realistic and lifelike. Jump off the paper.

Zhou Yan, who is also an art lover, couldn't help but praise the owners of these albums. If it weren't for true love, no one would be able to draw insects so realistically.

He stood on tiptoe, and there were darker colors in the places where the books were originally placed, indicating that the books had been placed here for a long time and no one had touched them.

This room seemed to be specially cleaned for his own arrival, and it was incompatible with the messy environment outside.

And the owner of this room seems to like to study insects, but the content of the books in this dungeon deliberately erased the knowledge of insects.

Zhou Yan closed the door and took out the photo of a family of three.

He quickly opened the toolbox and took out a sketchbook and colored pencils.

This sketch book was full of all kinds of monster sketches created by Zhou Yan before. Time was urgent, and he had no time to appreciate the previous creations, so he tore off a blank piece of paper.

Grab a pencil and trace the pattern of this photo extremely quickly.

As a special effects makeup artist, he needs profound art skills, and his sketching ability is also very strong.

His hands were steady, without any tremors, and he traced the pattern on the photo extremely quickly.

Not long after, a family of three exactly the same as the photo appeared on the white paper, and even the black hole in the head of the two was imitated by Zhou Yan with a hot red toothpick.

Take out two thin heat shrink sheets from the tool box, which are specially used to create tool materials that require hardness models.

He used scissors to cut out a film of the same size as the photo, pasted it on the photo he forged, then took out the lighter and iron wire, and sealed the edge of the heat-shrink film.

The imitation work was extremely successful, and now there are two identical photos in his hands.

Zhou Yan squinted his eyes to observe the original photo. The fingerprint in the corner of the photo was slightly larger, neither like the little girl's nor Aunt Cathy's. Who the hell is that?

Is it Wendy's father?

But for now, he can only make a fingerprint on the forged photo to perfunctory.

The room had been cleaned extremely well by Aunt Cathy, and the most likely place for dust to accumulate was under the bed.

Thinking of this, he bent down.

Just when he got close to the bottom of the bed, a musty smell rushed straight into his brain, and the dim outside light from the window couldn't shine into this corner abandoned by the sun.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes wide. There was a bright red object at the bottom of the bed covered with wriggling white bugs. Before he could see clearly, there was a sudden knock on the door.

boom!boom!boom!

The door seemed unable to withstand such an impact, and the white wall powder rustled down the door frame.

"Wendy's gone! Wendy's gone!" Aunt Cathy howled sharply outside the door, and even made a piercing clucking sound, "Cackling, who took Wendy away!"

Weird and chilling.

Suddenly there was the sound of sharp blades hitting the wooden board, a crack appeared on the door, and countless wood chips fell on the ground, and a cold light could be vaguely seen through the cracked wood crack.

A bloodshot black pupil appeared in the crack of the door, and the sharp howling still sounded outside the door: "Open the door! Open the door! Wendy is gone! Wendy is gone!"

Zhou Yan hurriedly kicked the toolbox under the bed, and he shouted: "Come here, Cathy, Aunt Cathy."

There was a sudden silence outside the door.

Zhou Yan opened the door cautiously.

Aunt Cathy held up the kitchen knife, her eyes widened endlessly, her eyeballs were protruding, her cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and she screamed, "Wendy, Wendy is so cute, she's gone! Her picture! Gone!"

"Sure, it must have fallen to the ground, right?"

Zhou Yan pointed to the stairs behind Aunt Cathy.

When Aunt Cathy chopped down the door just now, he pushed the fake photo through the crack of the door.

"You, don't lie to me," Aunt Cathy turned around nervously, and saw the photo of the family of three lying on the stairs, she slowly put down the kitchen knife, turned her neck back with a pause, and stared at Zhou Yan , "My good nephew, my aunt brought you something."

She took out a candle from her oil-soaked apron and said, "We have bugs in Amber Town. There are a lot of bugs. There are a lot of bugs. At night, light this up and sleep well, sleep well."

Zhou Yan caught sight of the kitchen knife hidden behind her from the corner of her eye, and could only take the candle.

As she turned, a tiny black worm crawled across Aunt Cathy's cheek and burrowed into her ear extremely fast.

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