Chang Le picked it up with a puzzled look and shook it near his ear. He could hear the rustling sound of papers and books inside.
She hesitated for a moment, then gently pinched a sharp piece of ice between her fingers, cut open the tape sealing the box, and opened it.
A stack of paper, a handful of shredded paper, and a notebook.
On top was a blank sheet of paper. Chang Le removed the paper, and a black and white sketch appeared before his eyes.
"Did you draw this?" 422, who had been forced to turn on his computer in the middle of the night because of Chang Le's insomnia, popped up and asked sleepily.
Chang Le said speechlessly, "Don't you know if I know this stuff or not?"
I told you, all you can do is dance, you can't draw!
"Then who drew this? And why did...me? Hide it under the bed?" Chang Le picked up the painting and held it up to the window.
"Hmm! Isn't this exactly what the view from this window is depicted in the painting?"
"Did someone sit here and paint this?" Chang Le examined the painting from all angles. "There's no signature."
Unable to come up with a solution, she put the painting aside and continued looking at it.
The next four paintings were all ink paintings, depicting mountains, water, lotus flowers, and koi carp. The brushstrokes and style were clearly not from the same artist as the sketch.
"Who painted this?" Chang Le asked, even more puzzled. "I've collected so many paintings, why did I hide them?"
Chang Le shook his head in confusion, then noticed a few more sheets of paper below. He removed the last ink painting of koi fish and his gaze fell on the next painting, but suddenly stopped:
"What's this!"
The relaxed tension suddenly tightened, and cold sweat broke out all over my body!
Twisted, bright red lines flowed across the white paper, converging into pools of blood-red water on the pale earth, their shimmering light distorted. Above the crimson was the source, where cascading black lines painted the sky, with several coiled lines hidden within.
Staring for more than three seconds, I was shocked to discover that there were swirling eyes hidden in the sky, with bright red blood flowing from them onto the ground. They were twisted and hideous red eyes.
The messy and rough lines, the eerie picture woven from black, white and red, are increasingly unsettling the more you look at it.
Under the light of the desk lamp in the darkness, Chang Le's black pupils dilated.
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