Midnight Offering

Wang Hongrui sat on the ground, sweating, and looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief. His face began to twist.

I was so scared by the paintings there that I could even hear the sound of the air pumping around me.

It's the sound of peace.

I turned my head slightly and saw a look of panic on her face. The sound of rapid breathing worried me very much.

The lecher hugged me tightly, as if to appease me. I wiped the sweat on my forehead, and felt a layer of sweat behind me, sticking my clothes to my body.

The heart was shaking, the legs were shaking, the brain began to roar again, the face was burning, and the head began to feel dizzy.

This is where I am now.

There was a blank in my mind. I wanted to take my eyes off the painting, but I couldn't.

My eyes, out of my control, kept moving towards the startling painting.

Clearly Clearly it is so terrible, why can't you leave your eyes?

Wang Hongrui, with protruding eyes, quickly climbed up from the ground and ran into the portrait in a frenzy. He shook the painting to the ground with great force. His face was wet. He did not know whether it was sweat or tears from fear.

"No way! It's impossible! " His mood began to get out of control!

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it

After he threw the first painting aside, his hands and feet were flustered, and he began to dismantle the second painting. The red rope was violently torn by him, and the dust cloth was brushed and dropped to the ground.

I felt another blow and hit my heart. My heart was shaking. I turned my head and buried my face in the arms of the sex devil. I didn't want to see the painting again.

There are monsters in the painting. Yes, the monster has a cat's face, but its limbs are twisted into other shapes. A big black vortex seems to suck half of its face into a certain position space, causing its face to become distorted and unrecognizable.

The eyeball son does not know where to run, there is a big mutant bird in the sky is bowing his head, the sharp beak will be hard to pull up the fur on its back, fell into the beak of the poor fur as thin as a piece of paper, feel that will tear at any time.

One of the monster's twisted hands grabbed the bird as if struggling.

Unfortunately, I didn't go to see this scene. I just saw the first one. I began to doubt life.

I'm even questioning the meaning of the world.

What kind of painter can he draw such a picture? Many people say that a person's handwriting can show his character, and his behavior can represent his self-restraint.

So what is this? For painters, painting has become their "Facade", their inner world, and they express their feelings and thoughts through painting.

What kind of person is this man named Roman trist? What kind of person has he experienced? Can he draw this chilling transformation?

Wang Hongrui is also a painter. He naturally knows what a painting means to a painter.

He knelt on his knees and frantically began tearing at the third painting.

Peace is no longer with me. When Wang Hongrui opened the second painting, she ran out with her mouth covered. I vaguely heard that she was leaning against the door and constantly retching. She was so powerful that she could spit out her stomach.

Wang Hongrui was already crazy. He kept tearing one painting after another until all the faces of the six paintings appeared in front of him. His body shook and he was about to fall to the ground.

The lecher's big hand pressed against the back of my head and pressed me on his chest. I heard Wang Hongrui's sobbing, and the feeling of despair swept over me. I couldn't bear to look up, and the hand behind my head was a burst of force.

"Don't look. You'll have nightmares."

"But..."

I said, in fact, I regret coming in to see the painting, but Wang Hongrui's behavior is not just because of fear.

The lecher didn't let me look up, so I had to face his chest and ask anxiously, "these paintings As like as two peas in your dream? "

Wang Hongrui's sobbing became louder. Anning came in, glancing at the direction of the painting, his whole face turned green gray. He twisted his head and rushed to the door again.

I was pressed by the lust ghost, and I couldn't see Wang Hongrui's state at the moment, as well as the following paintings.

However, I can hear the sobbing sound coming from my ears, but I can tell that his condition is very bad.

It can be said that it is very bad. It can be described as "collapse".

Wang Hongrui didn't answer my question, but I knew it in my mind.

"Let's go out first."

Anning heard me say this, stood outside the door, the voice stuffy way: "come out quickly, I can't stand it."

Wang Hongrui was still sitting there. There was no movement. I sighed: "calm down, let's get out of here first."

The lecher has been holding me in his arms and appears outside the room like a gust of wind. Only then can he let go of the hand that presses the back of my head.After a long time, Wang Hongrui came out of the room. I saw his face, which was devastated by fear and repression, and the muscles of his face were shaking constantly.

Peaceful eyes moist, a look is just a long time ago, excessive nausea left.

She put her hand at me, and she looked like a native: "Curiosity Kills cat, Xiaohua. I didn't go in and die long ago."

I replied with a little funny, "I think so."

Wang Hongrui has not returned to God, stood on the side stupidly, obviously was frightened to find the north.

"Two are already the limit, I won't have you in that room."

The color ghost is out of the way.

I looked at him with apology on my side, and worried him.

I know he will never let me in the room to see the paintings. I can see two pictures because of him.

He gave me enough respect, those paintings were dangerous, I wanted to see, he allowed, but within the scope he could control, I was protected from more mental damage.

My heart is moved, and it is warm, but Wang Hongrui's performance, let my heart quickly cold down.

He was a bit lost in his head towards the entrance to the staff lounge.

"it's as like as two peas." As like as two peas, how can it be? What is the reason for this?

"Because there are ghosts in those paintings, it invades your dreams and makes you have nightmares related to those paintings," she said

I remember that he described that there was a white skin monster in my dream. I swallowed my mouth. I knew that I asked about that monster now. It was absolutely a big blow to him.

His heart must be more fragile than paper, at least at this moment.

But if I could get his exact answer, it might be much easier.

"Is there the monster in your dream in those six paintings?"

Wang Hongrui's body trembled, like the candle in the wind, and would be extinguished at any time.

He nodded wearily, leaning against the wall, slowly moving forward, towards the door.

I got the answer, and I didn't force him to tell me anything more. Peace spread out to me, and my face was depressed. The sequelae left by the paintings had not faded.

My hand was holding my chin, thinking about the connection between them.

When I sat in the lounge seat, Wang Hongrui opened up.

"You go, I don't need your help. I'll burn those paintings at the end of the show."

I heard this, a little confused at a time, I saw the ghost, worried: "painting burned, not necessarily to dispel your nightmare."

"I don't care. You go. I don't want your help."

He was a little excited, and I understood why he said that because he had just seen the six paintings.

"I know why grandpa asked us to go back quickly. This matter is really not within the scope we can manage."

Her eyes fell and lost.

I heard what she meant, though not willing, I gave up at last.

Wang Hongrui constantly urged us to leave, and finally I left the lounge with peace and left the exhibition hall.

"Xiaohua, you still think about those paintings?"

"I was quiet to see me all the way, frowning, curious asked.

I nodded: "we can't help him directly, but I still want to take over him and share a little bit of trouble."

"If we can find a metaphysical painter, six paintings and the key points of dream connection, we may be able to get him out of nightmare."

Peace did not make a sound, long time before a pat of hands, like a determination, said: "well, tomorrow you come to Grandpa's shop, I am sure grandpa must know something, we do not go to drive ghosts, give him some tips is to help him!"

I looked at peace gratefully: "you are I don't know how to thank you. "

"Well, what do you say to me? Thank you. I have a great feeling for Wang Hongrui after I contacted Wang Hongrui. I don't want him to be a crazy man because of the six paintings, and finally I lost my future."

"I think I said to Grandpa that he would never hide it any more, right, as long as we don't involve risks, Grandpa will tell us about metaphysical painters."

Peace is very determined, and my heart has gone down.

It's just like this, and I can't force the devil to help Wang Hongrui. In that case, I'm too selfish.

I made such a decision after a later thought.

The color ghost felt the idea in my heart, held my hand and pinched it. I knew he heard my heart again and roared in my heart.

"Don't pry into my thoughts!"

His laughter came from my ear. I was a little annoyed and wanted to pull my hand out of his hand!Anning walked by my side and tasted: "you are bullying me. You can't see the king of hell. Don't think I can't see your love!"

She said indignantly, "the association of single dogs strongly condemns you!"