Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Peng Sanxi didn't know who was standing outside the door, but the only people who knew he would draw here were Teacher Qin and the principal, so he knew very well that the person standing outside the door at this moment must be Teacher Qin.

But when Peng Sanxi tried to call the person outside the door, the person outside the door quickly ran away. When he tried to open the door again and tried to see the person outside the door clearly, the figure had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there before. It existed, but the makeup left on the door and window and the face mark that hadn't disappeared clearly indicated that someone had really been here before.

Peng Sanxi felt a little panicked for no reason. He returned to the office, wetted the paper with water, and pasted it on the glass. This deceptive behavior barely calmed his nerves.

He sped up the speed of his brush and tried his best to complete the drawing as quickly as possible.

At the same time, it seemed that the nervousness amplified the impression of all his memories of the dream, and every detail became clearer.

The absurdity in the dream and the weirdness of reality made it difficult for him to distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion. Fear and madness slowly crawled into his trembling brain and wrapped around his body. But even though his lower limbs were arranged like a sieve, his But the brush still fell steadily and accurately.

But it didn't feel like his instinct. It seemed like a pair of invisible hands were controlling him. Even if he had the urge to give up for a moment, his body was no longer controlled.

With the pale autumn moon and crows crying sadly, Peng Sanxi finally finished the painting. After he put down the last stroke of his pen, he finally felt like he was coming back to life, and his cold body warmed up.

He suddenly threw down his paintbrush, stood up and ran away. He didn't dare to look at what he had painted. Every painting he completed was clasped on his back the moment it was completed, and unknowingly, it was clasped on his back. The paintings had almost covered the four walls of the narrow office. The wind blowing in from the window was like a cunning devil blowing the papers of the paintings. The lifted bits of color and pattern hit his brain and ordered him to recall. Every detail about that painting is combined into a complete set of patterns.

Him!It's Him!He was coming from the depths of the clouds filled with disgusting scenery, bringing more distorted and chaotic colors and lines. It was a time and space disorder that he and other mortals could not describe with their brushstrokes. He noticed this!

Do not!
No matter how you think about it, it's not his fault. It's Teacher Qin, that woman, that devil. She forced him to do this with her pity and begging look, with his unparalleled... no, with his taboo and blasphemous words. His talent broke the shackles and allowed him to draw a single-plank bridge that allowed Him to pass here.

Now He is paying attention to this place, this world that has not yet been purified by Him.

Obviously those polluted dead souls in the dream warned me not to try to do that!

Peng Sanxi used the last of his sense to lock the office before escaping. Then he rushed out of the old school building like a madman and ran home with a broken spirit.

That night, Peng Sanxi stayed up all night because she didn't have the courage to fall asleep.

Because as long as he closes his eyes, he will fall into the maze of colors, and those gorgeous and changeable colors with confusing shapes will whisper endlessly in his ears, mocking, insulting, and pitying himself as an ignorant and arrogant clown...

The "Flies" in the troubled world will eventually come, and their dirty hooves will bring the filthiest colors. Everything they set foot on will be turbid. Everything will turn into the most original colors and forms, the most uncertain and twisted. appearance.

After one night, Peng Sanxi became seriously ill and lay in bed for more than a month. During this period, he worried about the office countless times. Although he had locked the office before leaving and the only key was in his hand, There was always a thick mist that shrouded his heart and was difficult to dissipate, as if he could feel that something was going to happen outside his nine-foot confinement that would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

One month later, Peng Sanxi was finally able to walk on the ground, which was miraculous. He no longer had those bizarre nightmares when he fell asleep half a month ago, and his impression of the dream was getting weaker and weaker, as if The trouble is leaving him.

As soon as Peng Sanxi could walk, he couldn't wait to go back to school and rushed to the locked office that he regarded as a forbidden area.

The window of the office door was still covered with the white paper he had put on it, and he felt a little relieved. But when he held the door handle, he felt the looseness of the handle falling at any time, and his newly relaxed guard tightened again. stand up.

Peng Sanxi gently opened the door without even inserting the key.

An indescribable stench leaked out from the crack of the open door. It was an ominous smell that was born after rotting and smelly carrion and vomit was dried and fermented under the scorching heat. It was pervasive and penetrated deeply into the mind, like the withered claws of a devil. Picking at the door of his gradually closed memory.

Then the scenery in the room came into view. In an instant, Peng Sanxi was out of his mind. Even though he had prepared for the worst before opening the door, the horrifying sight that appeared in front of him still made him feel as if his liver and gallbladder were splitting, and his stomach and intestines were in a state of turmoil. After receiving a heavy blow, he couldn't help but throw himself on the ground and vomited wildly. He wished he could vomit out all the food he had eaten in the past few days, and even his internal organs wanted to escape from his body along with his soul.

At that moment, Peng Sanxi felt that he might have gone crazy, his mind was no longer clear, and his memory of that time was actually a bit blurry. He only felt that the things he spit out were like the colorful paint that he had splashed on the drawing paper that day. The colorful colors seen in the dream gradually spread from the door until they flowed onto the rotten and twisted mummy.

The local area blocked the news. A female teacher who had been missing for more than half a month was finally discovered. She was "accidentally" discovered by one of her students who had just recovered from a serious illness. She died mysteriously in an office in the old school building that had never been open to anyone. .

Because the way of death was too weird, and the reason and process of the disappearance were too bizarre, everyone felt it was extremely taboo, and no one dared to talk about it publicly. Only some people chatted in private, and occasionally Peng Sanxi heard it.

It is said that the female teacher has private contacts with some people with unclean identities, and some witnesses have seen them engaging in some extremely strange activities in the forest on the outskirts.

Some people also say that when colleagues at the school were sorting out the belongings of the deceased female teacher, they accidentally discovered that the female teacher’s belongings were mixed with strange jewelry that did not match her identity or even violated human ethics. There were special marks on them, as if they belonged to an unknown person. organization.

Others said that the female teacher was killed because she had behaved inappropriately and provoked bad people.

In short, all relevant topics are discussed in the negative direction of the female teacher. Those things are true and false. Peng Sanxi, who was involved in the incident, was both a witness and a bystander. He himself could not tell which ones were true and which ones were not. It was all made up, but he only recognized a little bit.

That is, Teacher Qin did not simply die naturally or accidentally, but actually suffered some horrific assassination.

Peng Sanxi knew that Teacher Qin was killed by something, and those things must have caused the harm to him.

He was sure of it.

Because all of his paintings were gone, but the colors of those paintings were all still there, and they were gathered on the miserable corpse!

The death of a talented and beautiful female teacher also took away a painting genius at the same time.

Peng Sanxi has never been able to paint again since then. He knows that as long as he paints again and gets even the slightest touch of those ink paints, the nightmares from the past will come back, and this time he will be shattered to pieces and die a miserable death.

After giving up his dream of painting, Peng Sanxi, who had not made any achievements in his studies, did not continue his studies after high school. Instead, he left everything behind and chose to inherit his ancestral business. He began to learn sailing and sailing with his father. .

He felt as if he was dead, but that didn't matter. Numbness allowed him to forget the past and what had happened to him.

As time went by, until one day, he found that he had completely lost his former appearance. From a gentle and elegant young man, he turned into a burly captain with a sinewy face and a rough body as he often caught ropes and fish. His unbearable and even deformed fingers were no longer suitable for holding a brush and painting. Only then did he realize that he had completely bid farewell to the past.

And it was just like the inevitable turning point in every story. When he thought that it had taken him decades to get rid of the walking dead and had no hope, he could finally embrace a new life, but a trip to sea made him never dare to do it easily again. optimism.

He remembered clearly that the fishing ground he was going to that time was some distance away from the pier, and quite close to a small island belonging to Liuhua Port.

Every time he sailed, he would predict the weather for a few days out of safety concerns. The weather forecast was always accurate, but something went wrong this time. After only half a day of sailing, the sky gradually lost its warm color and was covered by dark clouds.

The strange thing is that it didn't rain at first, but it was foggy and nothing could be seen clearly. It seemed that they had sailed into a strange sea area, and even the positioning navigation had lost its effect.

For the sake of safety, Peng Sanxi and the crew decided not to sail the boat, but just let the boat float on the sea, paying attention to the surrounding environment at all times, waiting for the fog to dissipate, and the vision to be clear before starting sailing to avoid hitting something while traveling. Hull damage.

It was also at that time that Peng Sanxi noticed that there was an unexpected handsome man among his crew. He was probably not very old, in his early twenties, with a feminine appearance. When he smiled, he looked like a girl, but everyone knew that that was That boy, even though he was kind of incredibly likable.The crew member didn't talk much. He would only chime in a few words when others talked to him. Most of the time, he was working diligently and would not stay away from the crowd when he was free. He took out a notepad from his pocket and recorded something on it.

Peng Sanxi knew that most of them were painting.

He was surprised that such a person with outstanding appearance but such a weak temperament could be his crew member. He didn't even remember when he recruited him. When he heard that the other party reported his name as Huaiyu, he seemed to have I had some impressions, but the impression of him in my memory didn't seem to be what it is now.

When Peng Sanxi went to communicate with the other party, his attitude towards him as the captain was no different from that of other people on the ship. He always answered everyone so gently and patiently but so perfunctorily and indifferently.

This feeling was very familiar. He seemed to have seen it before somewhere. Just like the other person's appearance, it made him feel friendly and sent chills down his spine.

He should have tried to think back, but there was a voice in his mind that was frantically warning him, don't think back, don't remember, don't open that door!
However, this dusty door of memory was still opened after the fog cleared. It was so crazy.

After the fog cleared, what greeted them was not a clear sky, but violent storms and rough seas.

The wind and waves were so big that it felt like the end of the world. Peng Sanxi could even see a huge sea storm sweeping through the water connecting the sky and the earth. Incredible whirlpools and tides were distributed in all directions of the ship. The ship they were driving was like a small block in it. The floating board can be easily torn to pieces by everything in this strange sea area.

Faced with this sudden storm at sea, Peng Sanxi and his crew could not think too much and could only bite the bullet and desperately try to survive. This struggle lasted from day to night.

On this day, none of them had seen the sun. During the day, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and at night, the sun had already set. Instead, the bright moon smiled evilly in the sky, as if mocking Peng Sanxi and his group of half-dead humans from exhaustion.

After Peng Sanxi was at the helm for a day, he lost all strength. He fell to the ground and fell asleep until he was awakened by the crew the next day.

After waking up, Peng Sanxi summoned the crew on the ship. The original twelve crew members were now missing three people. When he asked, he found out that after the storm passed, they also discovered that these three people were missing.

Everyone was silent, knowing it all and guessing that the three unlucky guys were probably swept into the sea by the wind and waves at that time. They were afraid that they would have been fed by fish and shrimp, and they would not know whether they lived or died.

The only nine remaining crew members on the ship were not safe. Each of them was injured, and the lonely handsome man Huaiyu on the ship was even carried over.

Huaiyu's energy was like a thread, his face was pale, and he was about to die. No matter how Peng Sanxi called him, he was still unconscious, let alone able to speak a word.

The ship's doctor was also helpless about Huaiyu's situation, and everyone was silent. Praying and caring were the last things they could do.

However, something strange happened. In the middle of the night, Peng Sanxi suddenly heard the sound of something heavy being thrown into the water, which caused him to wake up suddenly from tossing and turning. He turned on the light and ran up to the deck to take a look. Only then did he realize that That one arm exposed on the sea.

Someone fell into the water!

Peng Sanxi shouted and called the crew to come over for help, but everyone seemed to be asleep tonight and no one responded. This strange situation made his hair tremble.

But the man who fell into the water was in critical condition, and he couldn't think anymore. He immediately tied a rope around his waist and jumped into the water to fish him out.

I don’t know if I was overworked and low-spirited in the past few days. The moment I jumped into the sea, I seemed to see a few short black tentacles sticking out from the water next to the arm that was about to be submerged.

After jumping into the water, Peng Sanxi used the faint light to find the diving person, and it was only then that he discovered that the person who fell into the water turned out to be the dying handsome man in the crew. His hands and feet were cold, his eyes were closed, and he was soaked in the water. The water looked lifeless and he was obviously dead.

Just looking at this beautiful corpse like this, Peng Sanxi felt uneasy and afraid, but in order to rest in peace, he decided to take the corpse back to the ship.

Fortunately, after he brought his body to the surface, the crew members heard his diving and woke up. After discovering his situation, they immediately pulled them back to the ship.

Huaiyu died, and everyone looked at Huaiyu. When someone asked Peng Sanxi, Peng Sanxi explained the cause of the incident.

The ship's doctor came forward to check the body, but came to a conclusion that made Peng Sanxi's hair stand on end.

Huaiyu died four hours ago.

This conclusion made everyone look at Peng Sanxi in surprise, with panic and confusion in their eyes that could not be hidden.

Peng Sanxi knew what they were thinking, but he couldn't explain anything. He even felt like his throat was being choked by a fear that no one else could feel.

Until some crew members whispered, questioning why he pushed the dead crew member into the sea, thinking that he deserved it after he slipped and fell into the water.

Peng Sanxi refuted them excitedly. He didn't do that. He heard someone falling into the water and went to save them.

But is this possible? Peng Sanxi also finds it ridiculous.

How does a dead man jump into the sea by himself?
When the crew heard Peng Sanxi's loud defense, everyone stopped talking, but they could no longer believe a word of his words.

Because they were resting in a cabin, they did not hear the sound of the "body" falling into the sea. They only heard the sound of Peng Sanxi jumping into the sea.

Peng Sanxi hoped that their crew could believe him, but no one responded to him. Everyone just silently collected Huaiyu's body, sorted out his belongings, handed them to the captain Peng Sanxi, and finally sent the person into In the ice room of the warehouse, after doing all this, they all went back to their dormitories to rest. They really needed sleep.

Peng Sanxi couldn't sleep. He looked at the relics that everyone had sorted out for Huaiyu. It was as if he had seen something shocking and terrifying. He wanted to avoid it, but he instinctively wanted to check it out because he guessed that there might be something in it that could tell him this. The answer to all weird things.

He hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the notebook that Huaiyu always refused to show to others. He thought it was the most suspicious thing among the other party's belongings.

The notebook was opened, and Peng Sanxi was shocked by the portrait that came into view.

Because it is actually a self-portrait, and the painting is of Huaiyu himself.

Every self-portrait is from the same angle, with the same expression, exactly the same, and even the brushwork of each line is exactly the same.

This is almost impossible, because even tracing cannot be 100% sure that the strokes will be consistent every time.

But, what are you doing drawing these things?
But before Peng Sanxi could think more, he heard the heart-wrenching voice again.

It was the sound of falling water, and this time it was in full film...

I have been busy with work for more than half a month, but I still don’t have time to write, and I haven’t finished it yet. I’m afraid you can’t wait, so I’ll put [-] words first.