Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Chapter 7 Is the world you live in really real (7)

The silence was deafening in this empty stairwell.

The girl in the red dress took back her hand and disappeared.

The dim yellow lamp was shaking. Xia Lingge looked at it.
Why haven't you played yet? ? ?
She lifted her steps and walked up the stairs again, but for some reason she subconsciously started counting the steps in detail, one, two, three, four, five... sixteen, seventeen, eighteen...

eighteen.

"Hehehehehe, you lose."

'Crack--'

Her ankle was suddenly grabbed by a vicious force. Xia Lingge lowered her head and saw a withered hand emerging from the ground to imprison her ankle. The cement steps were churning like rolling hot water, gradually becoming concave and convex. An ugly and strangely festering face, the face kept taking shape, and the hand holding her ankle kept climbing towards her body.

"Come with me, come with me, come with me."

Xia Lingge quietly looked at the clay figure that was about to attach itself to her entire body, silently raised her other foot that was not imprisoned, and stepped hard on his face.

"Go back." She rolled over. "If you are ugly, don't come out to scare people."

But the withered hand only paused for a second, and after a second it spread crazily.

"Come with me, come with me, come with me!!!"

Not only did the stairs under her feet become violent, Xia Lingge felt that the entire space in the stairs began to distort. She rushed up quickly with a soft 'tsk' sound, and countless hands and heads continued to appear on the ground, shouting and tearing. It was tight and tearing at each other, threatening to drag the girl into hell.

Xia Lingge ran up, and those hands grabbed her trouser legs, clothes corners, arms, and even her neck and hair. They pulled her back tirelessly, changing different sounds to lure her to stop.

Several times, Xia Lingge was dragged almost to the point of rolling down the stairs. The dagger in her hand was thrown away by those who tried to stop her. She could only run as fast as she could, but the stairs seemed to disappear at the end. No matter how she ran, there were still hands and heads popping up in front of her.

so troublesome.

She took out a red injection from her pocket with her backhand and stabbed it hard at the protruding head on the stairs. This injection can control mutated 'human beings', so it should also be able to restrain these things under her feet, right?
Unexpectedly, the effect was better than she imagined.

The heads and arms growing on the stairs were in a whirlpool and twisted state, constantly stretching and curling, like fresh meat put into a meat grinder. The harsh whine made her subconsciously cover her ears, and she waited for the sound to pass before raising her head again. She was actually standing next to the door on the eighth floor.

The stairwell was quiet, except for the dim light above his head flickering. Xia Lingge slapped his aching head twice, straightened his slightly bent waist, and raised his feet as if he had kicked something.

She picked it up and looked at it. It seemed to be the doll held by the girl in the red dress.

The doll was still holding a piece of paper in its hand.

[The naughty child returned home,
But she found that her parents couldn't see her.

Dad is painting, mom is moving, and only the doll reaches out to call her,

Hee hee hee, your neck is broken,

Hee hee hee, you have become so ugly.

They don't want you anymore, they don't even know you are dead. ] Xia Lingge read silently. It was obvious that this was also a nursery rhyme. She could understand the content, but what she didn't understand were the two words at the bottom of the nursery rhyme - key.

key?

Can a doll open a lock?
Xia Lingge's cognition was really shocked.

She reached out and pulled off the doll's nearly broken head. Instead of going down to the seventh floor, she picked up the dagger and pushed open the door marked on the eighth floor. She pressed the elevator and the number went up. She hugged the doll and waited, "Squeak——" 'A door opened, but the elevator in front of me was still on the fourth floor.

She looked over and saw a human with four eyes on his face looking at her from the wall.

Xia Lingge fastened her mask, turned her head and lowered her head, and continued to wait for the elevator. However, when the human slowly moved to her side and wanted to grab her, she suddenly hit her.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive." The man's eyes were full of slump but he had a polite smile. He stared at her with an extremely hot gaze, "I don't have any ill intentions, I just saw that you were too good-looking so I couldn't help it... "

He paused and obviously felt that his words were not appropriate, so he raised the hand hidden behind his back and stretched it out. Xia Lingge didn't take it, but looked sideways. It was a picture - a slender girl. Standing in front of the elevator bored, with long black hair and fair skin, the scarlet light coming in from the window cast an eerie yet gorgeous halo over her.

If the other party hadn't taken the initiative and replaced the mask with a mouth that could reach the back of her head, she would have liked this painting.

Xia Lingge withdrew her gaze and stared at him.

"I think you should know me, because I am a famous painter." The painter put his hands together politely, and the four eyes on his face stared at her extremely fervently. "I have been looking for someone who can match my superb skills." Models with great painting skills, but I had no choice but to select 12 models, but none of them were satisfactory. You are the [-]th model that I like, and I want to paint some beautiful paintings for you."

Xia Lingge wanted to blurt out, 'What does it have to do with me?', but he remembered the note on the nursery rhyme, took another look at the so-called famous painter in front of him, and nodded: "Okay."

The painter's smile became even bigger, "You made a right choice."

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The painter's room is filled with paintings.

There are portraits with hands on the face that are constantly distorting, still life paintings with people without facial features being hung up by silk threads and toasting, landscape paintings with groups of corpses climbing ferociously in a towering building...

The contents of these paintings are different, but the only thing they have in common is that they only use black and red to outline each other.

Bizarre, twisted and indulgent, the painter reveals his deep obsession.

"Does it look good?" he asked.

Xia Lingge felt that she might not have any artistic talent. She couldn't even think of a word of appreciation for these paintings with bright colors and different styles. She could only nod her head silently, and then asked: "Aren't you going to paint a portrait of me? Why? painting?"

The slightly perfunctory attitude made the painter frown, but he was always very patient with his model. He quickly adjusted himself and led her to a table: "I have always admired the beauty of nature, so this table You can use and place the utensils as you like, I want to draw the most beautiful version of you."

Xia Lingge picked up an awl and weighed it: "This... can you draw?"

"Yes." The painter's eyes immediately lit up when he saw her pick up the awl. "As long as you pierce the awl into your chest, the gurgling blood will come out and smear your white top. The bright color contrast will be absolutely beautiful!"

Xia Lingge nodded and inserted the awl into the painter's chest with his backhand. The dark green liquid flowed down and blurred the painter's original colorful denim clothes. He nodded in agreement: "Yes, I can see it."

(End of this chapter)