"The person who painted this picture is quite creative. He created it from the perspective of the corpse." Ma Ying looked at the painting in her hand. She seemed to be infected by the emotions in the painting and felt a little uncomfortable.

"I think it's quite awkward. It feels weird to see a living person put into the perspective of a dead person." Liu Xianxian took a look and lost interest: "I always feel that this painting is for the dead. Maybe it was drawn by the cadaver teacher."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ma Ying put the painting aside. When she was about to look at the second painting, her fingers rubbed against the drawing paper, and a small piece of paint was stained on her fingertips: "It's not dry yet?"

She stood there in a daze, her mind confused.

"This painting seems to have been completed recently. Someone else must have come into the warehouse. But why would he paint here? And why is his painting so unusual?"

Ma Ying thought of what Liu Xianxian said before entering the building. A student passed by the West District at night and saw someone waving at him from inside. After entering, he found that it was a badly damaged body.

"Is the person drawing this really the cadaver teacher?" A terrible thought emerged in Ma Ying's mind, and she couldn't help but take a step back. She wanted to stay away from the cabinet, but she was curious about the other paintings.

Eventually curiosity overcame fear, and Ma Ying stood in front of the cabinet and looked at the second painting.

This is an oil painting. The colors chosen by the artist make people feel depressed. The gray sky is pressing down on the head, black crows are pecking at pale flesh, and a rotten hand is struggling to reach out of the ground.

"It's a very pessimistic and hopeless world, without any color."

Ma Ying looked at the third painting, which showed a little girl holding an apple.

This painting is completely opposite to the previous one. The girl is wearing cute and bright clothes, standing under the neon lights, and the apple in her hand is attractive in color.

From the background to the costumes, it is full of color and light, but the painting still makes people feel uncomfortable.

The reason lies with the little girl in the middle. She does not fit in with the whole painting. The exposed skin is an abnormal grayish white color. She holds the apple in her hand and wants to eat it, but she seems to know very well in her mind that even if she takes a bite, she cannot taste the apple.

Her pretty little face showed a simple desire; she wanted to know what an apple tasted like.

Putting down the third painting, Ma Ying looked at the last painting.

This is a realistic painting of a person whose body has been disassembled.

The scene before her, which was unacceptable to ordinary people, did not seem uncomfortable to Ma Ying.

During her first anatomy class, she understood that the dead are different from the living. They are now just cold machines, made up of complex parts that can never be put into operation again.

The torn-apart person in the painting is staring at his own body, perhaps he is also wondering whether he can still be called a human being.

Ma Ying stared at the portrait in the last painting for a long time, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

She took out her cell phone and opened the video her sister sent her before she disappeared. At the twelfth second of the video, she pressed the pause button.

At that time, the camera was just shooting at the window, and there was a woman holding on to the windowsill with both hands, with half of her face exposed.

After comparing the faces in the paintings, Ma Ying suddenly discovered that the woman’s skin color was very similar to the colors of the portraits in these paintings!

"What's going on? One was shot on video, it's real, and the other was just drawn, it's fictional."

Her arms began to tremble involuntarily, and she felt that the woman on the phone screen and the figures in the painting were looking at her.

I raised my hand and put a few paintings into the cabinet. Only after I closed the door did the feeling disappear.

"The main characters in the paintings seem to be cadaver teachers. If that's the case, then the woman lying on the window in the video is actually a corpse? But why would a corpse lie on the window?"

The video was paused at the last second. The woman lying on the window in the picture was looking at the person filming. Ma Ying felt as if the woman was staring at her through the screen.

"Her eyes seemed to contain a complex emotion, which is definitely not something a corpse can do." Ma Ying turned off the video and kept looking at the woman. She was also a little scared: "My sister's disappearance must be related to this woman. These paintings can be regarded as clues."

Ma Ying put her hand on the door and touched the sticky door, feeling more and more strange: "There is formalin residue on the door. The painting in the cabinet is created from the perspective of a cadaver teacher. My sister also disappeared when she saw a monster that looked like a corpse. Could it be that the dead really 'resurrected'?"

"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian's voice came from behind. This timid girl seemed to run into the depths of the warehouse alone.

"Where are you?" Ma Ying could only hear Liu Xianxian's voice but couldn't see anyone. There were too many debris in the warehouse, blocking her view.

"Xiaoying!" Liu Xianxian called again, still only calling Ma Ying's name.

Ma Ying, who had just been frightened by the video and the painting, became highly alert. She grabbed a broken chair nearby and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Walking through the shelves, she saw a straight figure standing in an inconspicuous corner of the warehouse.

"Liu Xianxian?" Holding the chair with one hand, Ma Ying raised her cell phone. Before the light could reach the figure, her shoulder was suddenly tapped.

"who!"

With a tremor of her arms, Ma Ying grabbed the chair and threw it behind her. When the chair was about to hit the person behind her, she saw the other person clearly and stopped forcibly.

The chair brushed past the person behind him and hit the shelf, making a loud noise.

Liu Xianxian pulled her arm back stiffly. She didn't expect Ma Ying to have such a big reaction. She was also shocked: "Xiaoying, why do you feel a little strange tonight?"

Putting down the chair, Ma Ying took a deep breath: "I'm weird? You suddenly patted my shoulder in this place, are you trying to scare me to death?"

"We've been to this place several times. There's nothing to be afraid of." At that moment, Liu Xianxian felt that Ma Ying's face looked a little hideous.

"It's different. I'm now sure that someone came in before we came!" Ma Ying said this and suddenly remembered something. She picked up her mobile phone and shone it towards the corner she was about to look at!

"Where are the people?"

There was no one in sight.

"Xiaoying, don't scare me. Who else is here besides us?" Liu Xianxian stood behind Ma Ying: "Even if someone came in before us, he may not still be in this warehouse now."

"That person didn't leave. I just saw him with my own eyes!" Ma Ying couldn't believe it. Just when she and Liu Xianxian were searching confidently, there was actually another person standing in the warehouse.

"Leave immediately. I have a bad feeling." Ma Ying picked up the chair on the ground again and tried to persuade Liu Xian to leave.

“No, we can’t leave now.” Liu Xianxian stood still with a firm attitude. She grabbed Ma Ying’s arm tightly and said, “I just found the statue on the other side of the warehouse.”

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