Chapter 2179 [Extra] The Morbid Painter VS The God in the Painting (6)
He said that God does not favor the incompetent.
As soon as he finished speaking, the deity who had been sitting beside him vanished without a trace.
Even the vines binding his hands became weak and obediently shrank back into the ground.
The moonlight was clear, and apart from the slightly disheveled bed sheets, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
After a long while, Lin Yuan finally let out a soft breath and turned to touch the temperature beside him.
Sure enough, it had cooled down.
Without God by his side, the place became cold and desolate again. He could only meet God again when he devised a plan for revenge.
What's even more desolate is that when he left, Si Jin seemed to have damaged the hospital's security camera. To outsiders, everything seemed normal. Even the attending physician on rounds didn't notice anything unusual and even praised him with a smile: "You're recovering well. Hang in there for another month, and you can be discharged if there are no problems."
"Thank you, doctor." Lin Yuan thanked the doctor and politely saw him off. Then, he picked up an ordinary pen and drew a big X on the calendar by his bedside.
He has thirty days to devise a plan for revenge.
He'll be with the god he's prayed for for so many years, on his sickbed... right?
Even just once would be good, otherwise, it would be such a disservice to the suffering he has endured from electric shocks over the past few months.
Once you have a plan in mind, the days ahead will be much easier.
During this time, Lin Yuan obediently cooperated with the treatment. Whenever he was bored, he would lean against the headboard, thinking about how Su An died, while holding a paintbrush and aimlessly glancing at the bed sheet.
Quiet and well-behaved, just like the last thirty days.
Tomorrow is my discharge day, but there's still one important thing I haven't done.
Thinking of this, Lin Yuan's eyes curved slightly. He stopped writing and looked at the newly completed painting beside him.
Black cat ear outfit.
The cat ears have a built-in sensor function, and paired with a black fitted dress that can't hide the abs and collarbone, the waist should be more prominent.
Moreover, the back cannot be covered; it must also be covered with a fluffy cat tail.
But... gods have white hair, isn't pure black a bit inappropriate?
After a moment's thought, Lin Yuan finally picked up his brush and drew the tip of the cat's tail in white.
After finishing writing, as if he had thought of something, Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile again.
He didn't consider himself talented in fashion design, but he found the dress to be surprisingly well-fitting and artistic.
Oh, right, and there's one more very important thing—we have to smash the security camera and lock the ward door tonight!
… …
As night finally fell after a long wait, Lin Yuan quickly arranged everything.
Just as I was about to skillfully draw a deity in the middle of the cat costume, the tip of my pen unexpectedly stopped.
Thinking: Given the previous experience, he should probably add something.
So the paintbrush soon touched the iron railings around the hospital bed, little by little, depicting something, which took a long time.
It wasn't until the moon hung high in the sky, almost splitting the night in half, that Si Jin was finally finished being painted.
With the final stroke, Lin Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Holding the paintbrush in his hand, he stood at the foot of the bed, devout yet sinful, awaiting his god.
Soon, Si Jin actually appeared in the cat outfit.
Her long, messy white hair perfectly complemented her exquisitely designed all-black outfit.
What's even more noteworthy is that the deity didn't seem to like the clothes he designed, and immediately sat up, as if to complain about something.
Unexpectedly, the next second, the four pitch-black chains he had drawn on the iron bars precisely wrapped around his hands and feet, pulling him back with tremendous force.
With a muffled groan, the god's white hair spilled onto his pillow.
The hazy moonlight filtered in, its brightness mostly diminished by the curtains, but when it fell on the hospital bed, it was just enough to create an indescribable artistic masterpiece together with Si Jin.
Lin Yuan felt that this painting should be called—blasphemy.
But upon closer inspection, he felt that these were not enough; it seemed that... something important was still missing.
The artist's eyes flickered, and after a moment, he picked up his brush again, drawing a dark red bell around Si Jin's neck; and adding a black leather belt around her waist.
Finally, they drew several irregular lines on his abs, collarbone, and arms, as if they had been whipped.
After the object materialized, Lin Yuan finally smiled with satisfaction, suppressing his bloodshot eyes, and picked up the drawn belt, making a half-circle in the air.
Three seconds later, *snap*—
It produced a clear, crisp sound through the air, which was quite intimidating.
But on his sickbed, the frail deity seemed utterly unafraid of him, chuckling softly twice before speaking authoritatively: "Kneel down!"
For some reason, Lin Yuan always felt that Si Jin's words exerted a strange pressure on him.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and soon he slowly bent his knees and knelt on either side of his ribs.
Despite being so nervous that she dared not even breathe, she still lowered her head and drew two glistening teardrops at the corners of Si Jin's upturned eyes.
He then put the pen back in the drawer, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked at Si Jin pleadingly, "Could you please?"
Si Jin raised an eyebrow: "I thought you had already figured out how to get revenge."
"I've made up my mind." Lin Yuan gently brushed aside his hair, his voice like a devil's whisper: "I can tell you slowly, all the way until dawn."
"That won't do," Si Jin retorted. "What if I don't like your method? Wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"
Lin Yuan frowned slightly, tapping the cat's ears with his fingertips, and remained silent for a moment.
After a moment of stalemate, Si Jin said, "Why don't you reveal the preview first?"
"Okay." Lin Yuan lowered his head, breathing dangerously close to his lips as if fishing, and whispered, "I wonder if you've read any books?"
"The title is... 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'."
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