Chapter 709 Art!

"Why is it after early morning? There is also a saying about this time?"

I asked for more details, but Bai Yaer soon became impatient. She waved her hand at me: "You don't have much time. I don't want to harm you."

After saying that, she entered the bathroom alone, seemingly ready to change out of her clothes that were wet from the rain and stained with dirt.

"The residents in the Red Mansion are more and more weird than the last. The Jinghai City anchor is hidden among them. If I want to find him, I have to get more clues."

Confused, I stared at the woman's back until she closed the bathroom door.

I heard footsteps in the corridor late at night and was knocked on the door by a stranger. Bai Yaer's experience in the red building caught my attention and made me suspicious.

After a woman living alone encountered such a strange thing, instead of moving away, she insisted on staying. What was her purpose of living here? What is there that attracts her here that makes her insist on staying regardless of her own safety?

I couldn't figure it out, so when Bai Ya'er wasn't paying attention, I looked at the place where her eyes were just looking.

Bai Ya'er would always look at the damp wall in the bedroom intentionally or unintentionally when she was talking to me. She seemed to be scrupulous and afraid of something.

"Walls have ears?" The clues in my mind connected together. "The wall is close to the painter's room. Is Bai Ya'er worried about being heard by the painter? No..."

I suddenly thought of those holes in the wall, and a somewhat horrifying thought flashed through my mind like lightning!

"The hole connects two rooms. Is someone watching?" When I tore off the wall covering for the first time, I saw a blurry red shadow behind it. At the time, I thought it was red paint, but now that I think about it, it was so bright. The red color bulged outwards, beating like blood vessels.

"That red is definitely not paint, it's blood! What I saw was a blood-red eye!" My brain was trembling, and I took a deep breath to calm down.

When I first arrived on the fourth floor, I greeted the painter. Although he only showed half of his face, I will never forget his bloodshot eyes.

"The painter has been peeping on the other side of the wall!" I realized later, my palms were sweating, that I had discovered his secret inadvertently.

My heartbeat slowed down and after I calmed down, I felt that something was fishy again.

There is more than one hole in the wall, and different scenes can be seen from various angles.

There was no reason why such a bold "peeping" should not be discovered. I resisted the thought of checking those holes and walked to the bathroom: "Everything in Bai Yaer's house is neatly arranged and cleaned. It can be seen that This is a girl who loves to be clean, but why would such a person choose to live in a smelly bedroom? Sleep under the gaze of others? "

The newly painted wall told me that Bai Yaer was aware of the holes in the wall. She knew she was being spied on but still insisted on living in the red building without even changing rooms. There must be something hidden in this.

"I think I have guessed the reason why Bai Ya'er lives in the Red Mansion."

Pushing open the bathroom door, I looked at the woman who had just taken off her coat, stared at her slender and artistic body, and lowered my voice: "What's the name of the painter who lives next to you?"

Bai Ya'er grabbed the coat she had just taken off. She only had a light white singlet underneath: "Why do you ask?"

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind my back.

In the confined and narrow space, I could clearly hear the woman's heartbeat and breathing: "Don't be afraid, he can't see you now."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The woman was a little panicked and was about to open the door, but before she could touch the door lock, I grabbed her and said, "Don't you understand?"

There was a hint of joking on my face: "You are the painter's model, right? How much money did he give you to follow him wholeheartedly and live in this ghost building that smells bad and is murderous every step of the way."

Every time I said a word, Bai Yaer's face became uglier. She began to struggle and her voice became louder: "Let me go!"

Covering her mouth with one hand, I pushed her to the ground and dragged her into the deepest part of the bathroom.

Under the dim light, I looked at this exquisite woman. She seemed to be a natural work of art. Unfortunately, beneath her beautiful appearance, there was a "rotten" heart hidden.

"Tell me, when you were drunk, I opened the bedroom wall and looked at him peeping. I can confirm that it was him hiding behind the wall."

"I don't know, I don't know what are you doing? Peeping? What peeping?" The woman had very little strength, and her resistance seemed weak to me.

"It's useless to lie in front of me. I'm not interested in the transaction between you, and I won't interfere. You just need to tell me the truth, otherwise I may do something that will cause you pain." My voice Without any emotion, Bing Liang picked up the towel and stuffed it into her mouth while using force with her hands.

The pain caused veins to bulge on the woman's face. I was merciless. Any act of mercy in the face of a life-and-death crisis was foolish.

"Do you know now?" I saw her nodding, then I took off the towel and put my knee on her lower back: "Tell me, what is your relationship with the painter? Why do you live in a red building?"

Bai Ya'er gasped for air, glared at me fiercely, struggled twice, and found that her body could not move at all, then she resigned: "I admit that I have known the painter you mentioned before, and I also lived here. because of him."

"Sure enough." The woman's words confirmed my guess: "What's the name of that painter? Tell me the specific information about him."

After trying both soft and hard tactics, Bai Yaer finally let go.

"His name is Zhu Li. He is an artist. Not only painting, he has amazing talents in many art categories. He is a genius, no, he is a genius among geniuses!" There was a hint of fanaticism in the woman's voice, her description It also successfully aroused my curiosity.

"That down-and-out painter with unkempt hair and bloodshot eyes is actually an artistic genius?" I turned my eyes, and the woman's tone was very wrong: "How did you meet him?"

"I saw the teacher's works on the Internet, and I really liked his style that directly touches the soul of human nature, so I kept leaving my contact information under his works, hoping to meet him one day." Bai Ya'er She didn't know that the expression on her face was so sad: "Later, the teacher took the initiative to contact me. He wanted to let me participate in her next work and let me become his model."

"So you came to Jinghai City? Lived next door to him?" I don't understand what Bai Ya'er did. The painter is obviously mentally ill. Although many geniuses have a crazy side, this does not mean that as long as they are a A madman must be a genius. I don't think a voyeur can be an elegant artist.

"Yes, in order to help the teacher complete his work, I am honored to be his neighbor." Having said it, Bai Ya'er had a trace of pride on her face.

"You just said that you have been in Jinghai for three or four months. What kind of work requires such a long creative cycle? I'm afraid it's not just as simple as painting, right?" I always feel that she is hiding something crucial. .

"With your dirty mind, you will definitely not understand Teacher Zhu's art. There is nothing between us. I am just his model. He has never done anything excessive to me." Bai Ya'er put her face on the ground, He gave me a disdainful smile.

"You say I'm dirty? How can that voyeur be greater than me?" I clasped her hands: "He draws on you every day? Can you let me see his works?"

"You people can never understand real art. Painting is just one of the ways to express consciousness. Even the most abstract painting is just depicting a kind of thinking." Bai Ya'er dismissed it: "You don't understand Teacher Zhu's art. You can understand that that is art, and that can be called a shocking creation!"

Her face turned red, and it seemed that just talking about it made her excited: "I have the teacher's works saved in my phone. If you want to see it, I can open it for you."

"Lie here and don't move. I'm going to get my phone." I slowly let go of my hands and saw the woman lying on the ground. Then I left, found her phone and charger, and quickly returned to the bathroom.

Plugging it in, turning it on, I put the phone screen next to the woman's hand.

She clicked on a hidden folder, entered the password, and a photo appeared on the screen numbered by date.

I clicked on one at random. The photo was taken a few years ago. In the picture, there is a doctor in a white coat holding a roller and smashing a human brain specimen. Scroll back, and the next few photos record the entire process of doctors crushing human brains. This group of photos is named Wisdom.

"Is this Teacher Zhu's art?"

Continue browsing and click on the second file. Inside is a masked man sewing pig skin on his thigh. The name of the photo is called Skin Grafting.

As time goes by, this teacher Zhu's works become more morbid and crazy.

In one of them, a baby is placed next to a stray dog, and the camera captures the moment when the vicious dog opens its mouth. The name of this work is called Sacrifice.

There is also a picture on an extended dining table. A living specimen has been cut into pieces and made into dishes on the dinner plate. On the other side of the table, there is a pig in a suit. There are two words written in the lower left corner of the photo. Word - Dinner Party.

These are not paintings or fiction at all, they are all photos, real records, hysterical photos that make people tremble and feel numb after looking at them!

"How's it going? How's it going?!" Bai Ya'er shouted excitedly. I forced the towel into her mouth and endured the discomfort to continue reading.

Among all the works, one caught my attention. This work was not the bloodiest, but it exposed a problem.

I zoomed in on this photo called Redemption, which was taken a few days ago.