Chapter 068 Chapter 68

Some people, when extremely frightened, will unexpectedly calm down and even become clear-minded.

That's the kind of person Chad is.

After seeing the eyes in the statue's mouth, he was not panicked. Instead, he wondered in his heart what kind of thing could have such small, shiny eyes.

Only then did Chad remember that they should escape.

"Kelly," Chad said softly.

Kelly was sitting on a chair next to the statue to rest. She ran so far in one breath and was a little out of breath as she didn't exercise much normally.

"What?" Kelly looked at him.

Chad still stared at the eyes in the statue's mouth, not daring to look away easily, for fear that the thing would pounce on him immediately as soon as he looked away: "We should go."

Kelly was just about to ask why they should leave since nothing strange happened here, but when she saw Chad staring at the front with a serious look on his face, she followed his line of sight and saw two things glowing with cold light. Kelly immediately broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

She didn't know what it was, and didn't want to know.

All she had to do was know when to run.

"Let's go, Chad." In order not to disturb the thing in the statue's mouth, Kelly's voice was very soft. She slowly stood up and walked forward, with small and fast steps. Chad followed behind her, but when Chad was about to leave, the thing in the statue's mouth moved.

Two small light bulb-like objects moved out quickly, finally revealing their true appearance.

It was a fist-sized beauty's face, with upturned eyebrows, rosy lips, a high nose bridge, and shining eyes with cat-like golden vertical pupils. Although the eyes were unusual, it was still a beautiful face.

Fantasy movies often feature female characters with unusual pupils, which does not detract from their looks and may even make them more attractive because of their mystery.

But this time was different. Chad and Mary were terrified when they saw the true face of the owner of the eyeball, because this small beautiful face was attached to the back of the spider, or to be more precise, to the back of its huge abdomen.

The spider moved very quickly and had excellent jumping ability. It was behind Chad in no time. Kelly screamed, grabbed Chad and ran away.

As a result, Chad was faster, and in the end he was the one dragging Kelly at a run.

*

The third exhibition hall of the oil painting area.

"Martin——" Liz, who was wearing a miniskirt, was calling out her new boyfriend's name.

You can call him your boyfriend, even though he just broke up with Kelly not long ago. I have only known Martin for less than three months, so he is most likely a latecomer.

But they are in a relationship.

"Oh my God." Hilf rushed forward and wanted to cover Liz's mouth. "Don't scream. In horror movies, people who do this won't survive more than ten minutes!"

Liz slapped the hand of the man who was shorter than her in disdain: "Leave me alone."

"If everyone hadn't come here, I wouldn't want to bother with you. Don't get me into trouble." Hierophant was very angry. He looked at the other two people in the exhibition hall and said, "You guys agree, right?"

"Ah?" Amos looked up blankly. "Oh, maybe." He was still observing the paintings around him.

These paintings look normal, as if they haven't started to 'mutate' yet.

Willis ignored him and fiddled with his phone. Of course, there was no signal. Willis kept typing, not knowing what he was writing.

"What have you been doing since then?" asked Hilf.

Willis's succinct answer: "Write a will."

Hilf's eyes widened, and he reached out to grab Willis's phone: "You can't write!"

Willis was the tallest among them, about 1.9 meters tall. He raised his head slightly to avoid being snatched by Hirford, and asked in confusion, "Why can't I write?"

"That's a sign! The worst things you can't do in a horror movie: talking about your family, showing other people pictures of your family, saying 'I'll be back soon' before leaving, etc. are all absolutely forbidden! This also includes writing a will, because if you write it, it will definitely be used!"

"Hey, that's a horror movie cliché," Liz retorted. "This is reality. There are no clichés or rules."

Hilf turned and stared at Liz: "Are you sure?"

His eyes were a little empty, which scared Liz. She quickly hid behind Willis, the biggest man. Martin, who took care of her the most, was not there, and only this man could give her a sense of security.

Willis turned off his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. He noticed Amos was still staring at the paintings. "Are they any different?"

Amos was still staring at it intently, and only came back to his senses when Willis asked him again: "Different, right? Slightly different. Although I have never been to this exhibition hall, I recognize half of the paintings on display here. I have seen them online. They are basically the same as I remember, but I always feel that something is wrong. There is a kind of... strange sense of disharmony."

"Sense of disharmony?"

The other three people came to the painting and looked at it.

Anyone who can come to an art museum knows something about art, but no matter how they look at the paintings in front of them, they can't tell what's wrong with them.

The painting in front of me shows wheat harvesting during the busy farming season. Farmers are bending over the golden wheat fields to harvest. In the center is a peasant woman wearing a puffy skirt and a soft hat. She has a faint smile on her face, and the whole picture shows the joy of the harvest.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Liz moved her eyes to the painting next door, which showed a court banquet with gentlemen and ladies gathered at the table and servants serving them delicious food.

After scanning the painting, Liz discovered something. She frowned and stared at the content of the painting, then went back to look at the Fengshou painting, and her face gradually turned pale.

She quickly moved to the third painting next to her, which showed a rural missionary preaching to the crowd. A man in a clean robe was holding a book and lecturing, and the villagers below had different postures, some listening seriously, while others were lazily relaxing.

After looking at the painting, Liz was absolutely sure of one thing, and she tugged on Willis's clothes.

Willis turned his head to look at him, and Amos and Hirsch, who noticed their little action, also turned their heads.

Liz said in a trembling voice: "There is a person up there..."

"...What?" Amos didn't understand.

Liz wanted to explain further, but her movements froze when her eyes fell on the painting.

What she wanted to say just now was that the paintings she was looking at were all multiple portraits, and in the corner of each painting, there was an old woman wearing a black puffy skirt who looked like a witch.

In the painting of the wheat field, she is picking rice ears in the corner.

In court paintings, she is shown at the farthest point, carrying a plate.

In the missionary paintings, she stands at the back of the villagers.

These paintings were created by different artists at different times. No matter how coincidental it is, it is impossible for three characters dressed exactly the same and even with similar faces to appear in three consecutive paintings in the same exhibition hall.

Especially when she opened her mouth to tell her what she had discovered, the old woman in the painting in front of her suddenly turned her head and stared at her with a very sharp look.

It looked like a threat: I'll kill you if you tell me.

Liz slowly distanced herself from the paintings. She turned her head to look at the three paintings on the other side of the wall. Although the paintings were a little far away, Liz, with her good eyesight, noticed at a glance that there was an identical black figure in the corner of each of the three paintings.

The faces of those figures were facing him.

"Ah——" Liz finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and ran away.

He didn't say another word to Amos and the others.

"Why are you running?" Amos wondered, then he remembered what Liz said, 'there is always someone', and suddenly understood something, and immediately compared it with the other paintings. Then, Amos's face turned ugly.

He finally remembered what the inconsistency was. When he had seen the painting of a harvest wheat field before, there was one less person in it than the one he saw now.

There is no old woman in the black puffy skirt at the back.

"Hey, this is not good." Lyle said, pointing at the painting. "Is the person in the painting getting closer?"

Amos and Willis both looked at the painting and saw that the portrait of the old woman at the end of the painting was getting bigger and bigger.

She is approaching.

"run!"

The three of them immediately ran away, and Hirsch cursed as he ran: "That woman, if you had found out earlier, you should have told me—"

He actually ran away like this!

Looking back, I saw that the woman in the painting had half crawled out of the painting and was chasing me with a ferocious face.

Immediately, Hirsch let out a terrified, pig-killing cry.

*

The oil painting exhibition hall on the second floor.

"I broke up with Liz." Martin scratched his head. "Where is this place?"

"This is the classical oil painting exhibition hall." Sera said in a low voice.

In addition to Martin and Sera, the particularly irritable man from before was also there, as well as a few tourists.

Martin looked at Sera and nodded confusedly: "Oh."

In fact, he didn't know anything about oil painting. He just preferred girls who liked painting and calligraphy and had a more artistic temperament, such as Kelly and Liz.

Compared to Kelly, who dresses normally, Liz is better at dressing herself up and has a hot body. In addition, Liz has a wider range of interests, such as books, painting, and music.

Martin really knows nothing about painting.

He couldn't understand what the charm of a colorful painting on a picture was that was worth looking at carefully.

Isn't it enough to just scan it and know what the picture is?

If Liz hadn't been interested, he wouldn't even want to set foot in the museum.

I regret it now.

If he hadn't cheated... thinking about Kelly asking if he was free today, he would probably come with Kelly?

It seems to be the same ending.

"I'll try to date a more lively girl next time." Martin muttered to himself, "If Liz can get back alive, I'll dump her."

"Huh? Why?" a voice asked, "Because the 'Liz' you said is not good?"

"Of course it's because..." Martin was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt something was wrong. The questioning voice seemed to come from the right wall.

He immediately turned his head to look over, and saw a boy sitting on a chair in the painting. The boy's jaw was white bones, and his exposed left hand was also full of bones. He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and asked again: "Why?"

Martin's eyes widened in fear: "Devil... Devil!!"