Chapter 149

The man's silk bundles are behind his head, his grey eyes are hidden under the eyelashes of the same color, shining elegantly in the light, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, polite and cold, like a classic marble sculpture.

Ling could not have imagined that the words just now came out of his mouth.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room also fell into a blank space for a while.

"..."

"...?"

"???"

"This, this, is this the meaning of understanding?!"

"You No. 04??? What do you want to do!!!"

"No?? I've read the copy of Ping'an Nursing Home many times, but I didn't realize that No. 04 still has this hobby?!"

"I don't understand, but I'm shocked..."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His brows twitched, he gritted his teeth, and revealed a smile, "However, I just took a closer look and found that these clothes are actually aesthetically pleasing."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, as if I heard the voice of the anchor grinding his teeth and laughed to death!"

"Being able to bend and stretch, as expected of you!"

",, only one is getting excited!!! Is it possible to finally see what this paying audience should watch next! [Reward Points 50]"

"Thank you No. 04! [50 reward points]"

"Do you like it? It's an honor."

After hearing Wen Jianyan's answer, No. 04's face "showed" a happy look.

He stepped forward.

Wen Jianyan's body tensed instinctively, and her eyes fixed on the approaching high-risk patient.

Quick, the distance between them is only a stone's throw away, and Wen Jianyan can almost smell the cold, slightly bitter fragrance from the other side.

The man picked up the young man hanging on his side, and gently branded a kiss on his back:

"Since that's the case, I won't bother you with changing your clothes."

He raised his eyes from bottom to top, looked at the young man in front of him with those foggy gray eyes, and said with a smile:

"Waiting for you in the restaurant."

After speaking, like a male partner who was politely waiting for the next date, No. 04 let go, and Shi Shiran turned and walked out.

With a soft click, the door was locked.

04 left the room.

"..."

After he was the only one left in the room, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but relax, and his body gradually relaxed.

He lowered his eyes, "showing" a thoughtful look.

It seems that the high-risk patients who invaded the spiritual world of No. 03 are not only Edward I, but also 04, which is why the current situation is caused.

Speaking of which...the inner world this time, the duration is a bit too long.

Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast world, glanced at the live broadcast room displayed on it, and frowned slightly.

After the first bell rang, the inner world lasted for about ten minutes. After the second bell rang, the existence of the inner world was almost the same as the first time, and when the bell rang for the first time, that is, now, it has entered more than four Ten minutes, and there is no sign of it being over.

Could it be said that with the progress of the copy, will the maintenance of the inner world become more and more?

That's really not good.

After realizing this, Wen Jianyan became more firm in her thoughts.

If you want to survive in this dungeon, there is no other way than trying to get through the platinum achievement.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the taskbar at the edge of his sight.

[Primary mission has been released: found? ? ? ward]

He didn't glance at the open wardrobe, but walked straight to the closed door, and tentatively twisted the doorknob.

With a creak, the door opened.

Actually not locked.

Then, there is only one possibility of "sex" - the other party doesn't mind if he runs away.

Either because he has enough control over his spiritual world and thinks he can't leave no matter where he goes, or because the other party has other arrangements for this.

Neither is a good thing.

Wen Jianyan opened the backpack and sorted out the props on his head.

He is not the type who will be obedient, obey orders, and wait to die - the option of changing clothes and going on a "date" with the other party is actually more secure, but before making this choice, Wen Jianyan must "find" her answer possible situation.

He opened the door and slipped out quietly.

The corridor in front of you is thin and bright, the floor is also covered with thick carpets, the side walls are pasted with wallpaper with classical patterns, and the wall lamps are lit up, extending to the distance.

A melodious sound of music floated in the air.

Brisk and ethereal.

Wen Jianyan didn't study classical music deeply, at most he only dabbled in it roughly. At most, he could only barely recognize it. It seemed to be a Schubert variation.

He walked cautiously down the corridor.

This place seems to have nothing to do with the Ping An Sanatorium, but more like an ancient mansion, with the doors in the corridor closed and extending into the distance.

Wen Jianyan saw the round staircase winding down, and the gradually clear music came from below.

He cautiously avoided the stairs, and after confirming that No. 04 was not on this floor, he activated [Guide]—if his previous guess was correct, then there should also be a hidden item in No. 04's ward. , that is to say, as long as you use [Guide] to find the hidden item, then it is equivalent to finding the most core area in the entire spiritual world - the patient's ward.

The familiar red arrows jumped in sight.

Wen Jianyan followed his guidance and walked forward.

Different from what he imagined, the terrain on this floor is actually quite complicated, like a spider web. However, no matter where he goes, the sound of music always hovers in his ears, as if to remind him, "You never go far".

Quick, the red arrow points to one of the closed doors.

Wen Jianyan tried pressing the doorknob.

is locked.

A smile flitted across his lips.

Yes, a locked door.

This means that the Lord of the Spirit World does not want the things inside the door to be seen by others.

Wen Jianyan familiarly took out the iron wire, turned it lightly in the keyhole, and quickly, with a "click", the door slid inward little by little.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of me was actually a corridor.

The corridor does not count, and there are many rooms on the side.

The door closed behind, blocking the melodious music.

The sudden death made Wen Jianyan a little uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Help, help, I'm so nervous!"

"Let me introduce someone with experience! I really don't understand this No. 04!"

"To tell you the truth, although Ben has watched so many live broadcasts of the Ping An Nursing Home, he doesn't know much about No. 04... This guy is usually too quiet, and he is a super house. Not only has he never seen him thrown into the confinement room. , I haven't even seen him apply for free movement, and this is the first time I've seen his spiritual world!"

"Grass, was this guy actually so peaceful before? Shocked, I thought such a heavyweight pervert should be active, but didn't expect it to be the one that came out of the secluded?"

Wen Jianyan pushed open the first room on the left.

The room was empty, with no cabinets, no beds, and nothing.

There was only one easel, quietly placed in the center of the room.

"..."

Wen Jianyan had a very ominous feeling in her heart.

He stepped forward, stopped at the easel, and looked up at the canvas.

The bright light brought out every detail of the painting.

It's oil painting.

Whether it is oil paint, light and shadow, or composition, there is an amazing classical beauty, and the brushstrokes are skillful and delicate, carefully sketching an uncomfortable and terrifying scene.

The slender and soft white limbs are like carefully cut branches, and they are "inserted" in a narrow vase at different heights.

The blood faded from his face, his pale lips parted slightly, his lifeless eyelashes drooped down, blocking the dim amber eyes below.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He stared at his face in the canvas and felt a goosebump creep up his back.

He stepped back slowly and quickly left the room.

Inside the first door.

It was still an empty room, with a solitary easel in the middle.

Different from the fresh, almost still-life-like painting in the previous painting, the "color" used in this painting is more intense, consisting of large swaths of black and red.

The limbs of the youth were vacated, the limbs were crucified, and in the background "color" of red and black, under the torn cloth, was the "color" of clean and pale skin, like the only one in the filthy world, weak Light.

He hangs in the air like a martyr, blood dripping down in a river of blood.

The first room...

The fourth room...

In each room, the contents on the canvas are all different, and some can even see the foundation of some famous classical art paintings and statues - from some detailed postures and compositions, Wen Jianyan recognized The plunder of Proserpina, the son-eating Cronus...

He was the plundered Proserpina, and he was the one who was bitten by Cronus.

On the basis of these paintings, the 04 successfully upgraded these paintings to a scale and bottom that made him feel uncomfortable.

Wen Jianyan stared at the painting in front of her.

On the canvas, the limbs entangled with each other like snakes present a frightening and terrifying tension.

His eyes fell on the torn skirt, and he was slightly startled involuntarily.

This skirt... seems a little familiar.

Wen Jianyan leaned a little closer and examined it carefully.

He almost realized that in the wardrobe opened by No. 04, there was the exact same skirt.

It just hasn't been ripped apart.

After realizing this, Wen Jianyan felt a chill rise from behind.

...Fuck, this pervert.

"Ah, here you are."

Right here, a familiar cold voice came from behind.

Wen Jianyan was shocked, bounced up suddenly, and turned her head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw No. 04 standing at the door, neatly dressed and elegant, he used those gray eyes to scan Wen Jianyan from top to bottom, from head to toe, and then said:

"You don't seem to be wearing any of the clothes prepared for you."

"..."

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips twitched, "Let's guess, each painting corresponds to a piece of clothing, whichever one you wear is equivalent to choosing which way to die, right?"

No. 04 nodded frankly: "Yes."

He walked in step by step from the door, slowly closing the distance.

The youth's body instinctively tightened, and a pair of amber eyes flashed vigilantly and alertly in the dark, like a cat ready to escape.

No. 04 stopped in front of the easel, lifted up, and "touched" the undulating lines on the canvas with his fingertips.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the content on the canvas quickly, and realized that the other party's correction was on the thigh of "own" in the painting.

04 The eyes are downcast, the expression is dignified, and the movements of the fingertips are gentle and delicate, forming a sharp contrast with the almost brutal painting on the canvas.

"..."

Wen Jianyan felt a chill in her spinal cord and almost had the illusion that she was really being touched.

The confrontation with No. 04 was in his expectations, and all the props had been secretly prepared - he still had several trump card props that he had not used. Under the premise that he had already anticipated the current situation, taking off should be a good idea for him. no problem.

However, he forced himself not to react.

First, the plane has not arrived.

Secondly...

As a liar, Wen Jianyan has a keen sense of smell.

Compared with several other high-risk patients who cannot communicate at all, although this No. 04 is also twisted and crazy, judging from his movements so far...

This guy has residual value that hasn't been tapped.

"Actually, hesitating."

No. 04 opened slowly, breaking the dead silence.

Wen Jianyan stared at each other closely, kept a safe distance from the man in front of her, and slowly repeated the last word: "Hesitate?"

"die."

04 said suddenly.

"It is the stop that pushes everything to the top and suddenly falls, the cruel end to which all roads must lead, it pushes beauty to greatness and eternity, and it is the ultimate theme that no philosophy can bypass."

"Most classes are vulgar, boring, and cookie-cutter."

He raised his eyes, and there seemed to be something dark burning in those gray eyes:

"The beauty of the species should be stripped from the same bones and flesh and blood. Only in this way can they become art, free from confinement, and be sublimated into an eternal and grand existence that transcends the mundane."

No. 04's voice trembled with passion.

He stared at Wen Jianyan, with a bit of confusion in his gray eyes, he changed his words:

"But you are different."

Wen Jianyan: "Different?"

"Yes, you are different.

You are suited for more beautiful, more brutal, more magnificent paintings, but that is beyond the reach of brushes. "

No. 04 tightened his fingers, tore the canvas from the easel, and threw it to his feet, "showing" a disappointed look,

"Tried many paintings, but none really satisfied me."

"..."

Wen Jianyan rationally didn't speak.

"So, I hope to let you come in to choose, so as to stop the hesitation."

04 stared at the young man in front of him.

That is to say... The reason why the other party let him choose the clothes for the "date" is because he didn't think about how he would die to be preserved as "artwork".

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes, feeling that she had finally "touched" a clue in the clutter.

From a psychoanalytic point of view, like other patients, this guy is also sadistic, anti-social, and has a strong Narcissus plot, but unlike Edward who killed indiscriminately, No. 04's murder was selective.

"But you didn't make a choice."

No. 04's eyes flicked over Wen Jianyan little by little, as if to peel off his clothes and penetrate his skin, "You didn't wear any clothes that were chosen for you."

The man raised his gray, inorganic eyes:

"Since that's the case, it's time for you to choose another option."

"Because it was only a semi-finished product, it was not included in the first consideration,"

No. 04 took out the folded sketch paper from the inner pocket of his clothes and unfolded it unhurriedly.

"..."

Although it is impossible to see what is on the paper from this angle, Wen Jianyan's mind naturally outlines the painting on the paper.

Sharp weapons, vines that feed on blood, white flowers, violent passion.

"I believe that with your participation, it will be truly complete."

No. 04 raised his eyes and said sincerely:

"You must be beautiful when you wear nothing."

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan's heart tensed subconsciously, beating violently in her chest.

The fingertips hanging on the side twitched under extreme tension, but they were held down by a strong will.

stop.

Can't run away yet.

There are weaknesses.

Have the opportunity.

Looking at the crazy patient hiding under the elegant skin not far away, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said slowly and carefully:

"But don't you think that you are heading in the wrong direction?"

"?"

No. 04 raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him inquiringly.

"You shouldn't be in such a hurry, based on the details now observed."

The young man with amber eyes said softly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his words were sweet and soft, with a little sincere understanding and approval:

"Real art can't be done right away, can it?"

"..." No. 04 narrowed his eyes.

The liar took his steps and took the initiative to walk in the direction of the other party.

Step by step.

The safe area is reduced, intrusion.

It seems that the prey is actively poking its neck into the trap, as if the perfectly camouflaged hunter is "approaching" its prey.

"Agree with you that death and killing are art."

"The result of perfunctory and compromise will only be shoddy and inferior finished products, wasting time and energy."

He lifted up, pressed his fingertips on the drawing paper, and slid along the rough edges, his posture was slender and soft like silk wrapped around his fingers:

"All art needs inspiration."

"Remember our agreement?"

"quid pro quo."

"Your help,"

The young man raised his eyes, and under the dense eyelashes, the amber eyeballs were warm and bold, enveloping the warmth and fragrance of passion.

He leaned slightly closer, his fingertips had already landed on the paper unknowingly, and he traced gently along the entangled limbs.

Wen Jianyan's laughing voice was low, with a slightly hoarse ending, rising like a hook:

"In return, be your muse."