Pollution throughout the territory

"Anna..."

Elliot held his chest and stood up from the ground with a look of pain on his face.

He didn't complain about Xia Ren pushing him away, but asked worriedly: "You have been mentally affected by the painting, you can't look at it anymore."

Xia Ren has not yet recovered from the fear of learning the truth. His limbs are shaking and his heart is pounding.

He looked at Elliot, who was pushed against the wall but still worried about him, and his mood became somewhat calmer.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now."

Elliot coughed twice and waved his hand: "You don't need to apologize to me. I shouldn't have scared you by approaching you when you were mentally unstable, right?"

Xia Ren looked at his expression and sighed in his heart.

The two of them had only met for a few hours, but he was so tolerant of her. I really didn't know why.

"Since Pickman is not here, let's leave quickly." Elliot suggested.

Xia Ren's emotional change just now made him a little uneasy, especially when he looked at the last painting, the expression on the other person's face was one of extreme shock, as if he had glimpsed a real demon in the painting. .

Xia Ren nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly discovered a suspicious point.

There are paintings and easels in this room, but no painting tools.

There are no brushes, paints, or liquids for mixing paints.

It seems like this is just a place to store paintings, not a real studio.

An idea came to mind: Pickman's studio was not here, but somewhere else.

There seemed to be something guiding him, and he moved his gaze to the corner of the room. There was no wall lamp there, and there seemed to be some terrible secrets hidden in the rich darkness.

There was a vague sound in my ears, like many people talking quietly, and the sound came from a certain direction.

Xia Ren opened his eyes wide, with a look of madness in his eyes, and walked uncontrollably.

He came into the darkness, touched the cold and damp wall with his hand, and unexpectedly touched a door.

When he got closer, he saw that it was a wooden door. Because of the time and moisture in the basement, the door had begun to rot. The ravines on it were as dense as an old man's wrinkles. At the same time, the sound he just heard disappeared behind the door as he approached.

"Anna!"

Elliot's almost roaring voice finally reached Xia Ren's ears, startling him.

Xia Ren turned around and found that Elliot had run to her side at some point, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at him.

"What's wrong?" He was a little confused about the situation, as if he was suddenly woken up from a nap, and his reaction to everything around him was a little slow.

Elliot's voice was trembling as he said, "You just suddenly walked this way, and you didn't respond no matter how I called you. It was like you were deceived by the devil."

He almost begged and grabbed Xia Ren's arm: "Let's go. From the moment we entered the basement, I felt that something was wrong everywhere. I didn't feel this way at all when I came here with Pickman. I feel that now I even doubt that the rumors outside are true, that there are really evil spirits wandering around here."

Xia Ren looked at his frightened expression and the trembling hands holding his arms, and the thoughts in his mind were a little confused for a moment.

His body's instinct told him that he should follow Elliot's advice and leave here immediately, because the appearance of the two of them at this time was a sign of contamination. He could no longer think calmly at this moment. If he continued, maybe the two of them would Everyone will die behind this door.

But the reality does not allow him to back down here.

He still remembered that he was in an ancient dream, and everything in front of him was not the real reality. He knew clearly that his purpose was to put himself in the most dangerous situation, and try to find and understand those great things as a human being. to the unimaginable.

To put it to the extreme, he entered the ancient dream just to seek death.

After simply sorting out the complicated thoughts in his mind, the madness in Xia Ren's eyes was gradually replaced by determination.

He took Elliot's hand and took it away from his arm, then opened the door in front of him and walked in without saying a word.

The dark passage quickly swallowed his back, and Elliot stood there and gritted his teeth.

There was no light around, so Xia Ren groped for the wall and soon felt like he was in another room.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind him and a swaying flame.

Xia Ren turned around and found that Elliot was chasing after him with an oil lamp.

Seeing his somewhat surprised expression, Elliot forced an ugly smile on his face and said, "I can't leave you alone here. If something happens to you, I won't be able to show up in Pickman again." In front of me."

This sentence seems like an explanation, but also like he is convincing himself,

In fact, Elliot had been calling himself stupid on the way over to relieve the pressure in his heart. But when he saw Xia Ren in front of him, the complaints in his heart suddenly disappeared and he felt that everything was worth it.

"You can leave."

Xia Ren said.

What he said was true. He could take risks, but there was no need to drag others along. Although he knew it was a dream, the scenes and people in the ancient dream were too real, just like the real world, and he couldn't care less. The life and death of others.

Unexpectedly, Elliot heard this, looked into his eyes, and suddenly asked: "Are you worried about me?"

"..." Xia Ren.

He really couldn't understand what this guy was thinking.

Could it be that he followed him here because he had a good impression of her? But it was completely unexplainable. The look of fear on his face just now in another basement was definitely not a disguise. It would be too far-fetched to say that it was simply because of some good feelings between the opposite sex that he could overcome his great fear.

So is it really like he said, in order to be able to submit a report to Pickman?

He couldn't figure it out, so Xia Ren simply stopped worrying about it.

The two of them explored the new basement with the help of an oil lamp.

Compared with the one just now, this place is obviously much more spacious. Pickman's real studio is indeed hidden deeper. There are furniture such as sofas in this room, as well as tools for painting. In addition, Eliot even found A diesel generator was installed, and the wiring connected to it extended to the entire room. After starting the generator, the light bulbs on the ceiling lit up.

The two of them finally no longer had to endure the little light from the oil lamp, and after leaving the dark environment, their moods were no longer so depressing.

With the light, they finally saw the whole basement clearly. It was a room with an area of ​​about 40 to 50 square meters, and there were several doors on the four walls of the room, most of which were locked. , I don’t know where it leads.

In the corner of the room, Xia Ren saw a well.

It was a wellhead built with stones. Due to the moisture spreading around the wellhead, the stones were covered with a thick layer of moss, making its overall appearance dark green.

This well is exactly the same as the scene in the painting seen in Pickman's house.

As he approached the mouth of the well, his skin gradually felt a cold wind blowing from the front.

Not long ago, when he was standing at the stairs of the basement, he felt the wind blowing up from below. This meant that the basement was not a completely sealed environment, and there must be other passages to the outside world.

Now it seems that the well in front of me may be connected to somewhere outside.