Hospital No. 444

this moment……

The fear that had been sealed in Dai Ming's heart for many years was once again awakened.

The intense fear from his childhood struck him again, giving him a shiver that was engraved in his bones.

"You, you still dare to draw her?" Dai Ming walked to Ming Yu and asked puzzledly: "Are you really not afraid of drawing her?"

Ming Yu's paintbrush dropped.

"I don't know either. Only on this matter, I don't know what I think."

She looked at the creepy female ghost in the painting and said, "I haven't told you my real name yet, have I?"

"Indeed...what is your name?"

Ming Yu raised his hand and grabbed the bangs in front of his forehead.

"My name is Pan Yizhen. When I was very young, my parents divorced, and I have been living with my mother. My mother has not remarried so far, and she raised me and suffered a lot. But to be honest, The only thing I'm good at is painting."

Dai Ming smiled bitterly: "Me too."

"But I don't have much escape. I can only paint, no matter what... She can't come out of the painting and hurt me, but the bills piled up in the mailbox will. Although I can only paint her, but the painting is also good. It’s a fact. Today’s aesthetics are actually very diverse, so there are people who appreciate paintings like this.”

"That's also true...those who can participate in the exhibition are a group of promising painters from the new generation..."

"So I still make some money. But this painting is the only one that's on public display."

Dai Ming looked at Pan Yizhen and completely saw himself in her.

Because of his love for painting, he would feel fear many times when he picked up a paintbrush.

The feeling of painting as if possessed by something is so terrifying. The shadow of childhood often affects a person's life.

Pan Yizhen then took the paintbrush and started coloring.

"Once you start painting, you can't stop. Can you understand me?"

"Yeah." Dai Ming nodded and said, "I can understand."

As the only two people who can understand each other, only the other can fully understand their own feelings.

"Why did we draw this woman?"

This is a doubt that has lingered in the minds of Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen for many years.

Pan Yizhen said while adjusting colors: "When I was a child, I was really scared. I was wondering if I had any mental illness, or if I was possessed by some evil spirit. But I just couldn't explain why I could draw... Obviously I have never seen such a woman..."

"In fact, it is very difficult to draw the structure of the human body." Dai Ming never dared to look at Pan Yizhen's paintings, "But we can all draw them easily, as if an idea flashed in our minds and came out..."

Then, the room fell into a deathly silence.

"I... let me leave first. It's so late at night and it's not appropriate for me to stay in your room."

Pan Yizhen immediately looked at Dai Ming and almost dropped the paintbrush in her hand.

"Are you leaving?"

"Well, it's not too late after all. We have added WeChat anyway, and we will contact you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll send you..."

"No, just finish the painting. I'm leaving."

Just when Dai Ming was about to open the door, Pan Yizhen said this.

"You...can you not leave?"

Dai Ming was stunned.

No...isn't it?

A girl lets a guy stay in a hotel room? This...can't have a second meaning, right? Best of all, it's a single room with only one bed!

"Um, Miss Pan, we just met today... isn't this bad?"

Pan Yizhen looked at Dai Ming, but her eyes began to sparkle with tears.

"I'm the same as you. In fact, I'm also very scared... Every time I finish painting, I have nightmares. In the dream, I feel as if the person sinking to the bottom of the sea is me..."

When Dai Ming heard this, he understood Pan Yizhen even more. There is a terrible secret buried in his heart that he has been unable to tell or understand to others since he was a child. Because of this secret, he has been subjected to severe psychological torture. Finally... he has encountered the same experience and can completely understand his own kind.

Pan Yizhen's situation is more serious than Dai Ming. She has been drawing this terrifying female ghost since she was a child. Her psychological pressure is probably far greater than her own. I didn’t have depression originally, but I was afraid that I would be forced out of it.

If not, how could she dare to let someone she just met today stay in the hotel room?

Dai Ming looked at Pan Yizhen's eyes and couldn't bear it, so he sat back down again.

"Let me draw one too."

Dai Ming did this just to make Pan Yizhen feel better.

After all...it was a female ghost that was painted after all. No matter what, could she still come out of the painting and hurt herself?

Pan Yizhen couldn't believe her voice.

Dai Ming sent a WeChat message to his parents, saying that he would go out to eat at a food stall with his friends in the evening, and then he was going to spend the night with his friends.

"Give me paper and pen."

Even after such a long time, Dai Ming could easily draw lines as soon as his pen touched the drawing paper.

Dai Ming never imagined that the first time he would paint as an adult would be this year.

Even though so much time has passed, the memory has not faded at all, as if he has always been very familiar with this painting.

As he was drawing, Dai Ming suddenly stopped writing...

His head slowly lowered, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"Why on earth...are we two doing this?"

Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen, apart from their artistic talents, can be said to be two people who have nothing in common.

This cannot be a coincidence.

"Is there any intersection between the two of us that we haven't discovered yet?"

This is a possibility that Dai Ming can think of.

Pan Yizhen said: "I never came to W city when I was a child. Have you ever been to D city?"

"No."

This phenomenon is a bit too weird.

Dai Ming continued to pick up the brush. Once he started to paint, he could never stop painting.

Drawing and drawing...

They both got tired in the end and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Dai Ming woke up again, he found himself lying directly on the sofa.

Pan Yizhen was also sleeping beside him, with a paintbrush in his hand.

Dai Ming looked at the time. It was four o'clock in the morning.

At this time, through the light of his mobile phone, he saw the painting he had drawn.

Dai Ming opened his eyes wide.

I saw the female ghost floating in the sea, stretching her hands forward, as if she was about to rush out of the painting!

Dai Ming was so frightened that he almost screamed.

At the end of last night's painting, he was particularly sleepy, perhaps because he drank a lot of beer. By the end of the painting, his eyelids were already fighting.

At that time, he was painting with his eyes closed and his head lowered.

"No...impossible...this is absolutely impossible!"

How could he have succeeded in painting such a lifelike painting in such a half-asleep and delirious state?