Soul Painter

After the task is completed.

Gaofan's status displayed in the system is as follows:

The SAN value is 49/25, the color is 54, the structure is 57, the line is 55, the anatomy is 8, the psychology is 6, and then, there is a weird skill value, that is, investigation 10.

Gao Fan successively read the books and questions of 'Anatomy' and 'Psychology' by himself, and after getting started, the reward given by the system became 'Investigation'.

As for the artist defined by the system, why should he learn to 'investigate'? Gao Fan guessed before, but to no avail. Now that he has it, he doesn't know how to use it.

Previously, Gao Fan's judgment was that the skill value of 'investigation' should not be improved for the three major items of the painter, and now after receiving the reward, it is indeed the case.

It's already 4 o'clock in the morning, and Gao Fan felt extremely exhausted and extremely confused while admiring his own work, this perfect imitation of "The Gates of Hell".

It felt amazing.

The sense of comfort after completing a piece of work effectively alleviates the frenzy of low SAN value, like a fire burning in the body, but swimming in the blue and cold ocean.

Gaofan's current SAN value is 49.

This is already downright crazy standards.

I'm crazy...but it feels good. This thought made Gao Fan laugh.

Then, looking at the painting, he said to himself, "A good imitation, but a bad one."

"That's right, there is everything in this painting, but not yourself." Another Gao Fan said.

"Yes, without me." Gao Fan looked at himself, "Then who are you?"

"I am you, but the difference is that I am omnipotent. Tell me, I can fulfill your wish." Another Gao Fan said.

"I hope... world peace hehe~" Gao Fan said.

"I can't do this, it's beyond my ability." Gao Fan said.

"So you are not omnipotent haha~" Gao Fan seemed to have heard a huge joke, he bent down laughing so hard.

Oops... I'm schizophrenic... I'm talking to myself like I'm talking to another person...

Gao Fan laughed and realized that he was really going crazy.

Hey, hey...system, system, add SAN value for me!

The 25 SAN points rewarded by the system poured into Gao Fan's brain like a tide through a mysterious mechanism, and Gao Fan's rationality greedily absorbed these SAN points like a long-dried land.

Just like the skull is divided into eight petals, pour a basin of ice water.

Gao Fan shuddered, and regained his ability to examine and control himself.

"It's dangerous." Gao Fan looked at his SAN value of 74, feeling lingering fear, "Almost schizophrenic."

Gao Fan can't guarantee that after he goes crazy, he still remembers the existence of the system. If he has spare SAN value and can't supplement his sanity, it will become a joke.

Now, the mind is sober, and then the feeling of exhaustion floods the whole body like a tide.

I've been so tired these past few days, I didn't feel it when I was crazy, but now once I regained my senses, I immediately felt fatigue, Gao Fan's eyelids were clenched and he couldn't open them.

So Gao Fan stood up staggeringly, left the studio, took a breath of cool air against the faint morning light, and prepared to go back to the dormitory to sleep for the rest of his life.

At this time, a security guard suddenly appeared in front of Gao Fan.

In other words, it was a... weird guy in a security suit.

He staggered and seemed drunk.

The hat was pulled down, obviously to hide his face.

What's in the pocket, is that a wine bottle?

With a lighter in hand?

Arsonists?

A series of information emerged from Gao Fan's observations, and at the same time a conclusion was drawn... an arsonist.

This instinctive thinking mode seems to connect many details together into a conclusion.

Gao Fan didn't have this ability before.

He immediately looked at the 'investigation' skill in his system menu.

Is it the ability that this skill brings him?

Just as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Gao Fan was already looking at the studio behind him. This security guard, this weird guy who was judged to be an arsonist, was obviously heading for the studio.

"Hey! What are you going to do?"

Gao Fan turned around and took a step after the two sides passed each other, grabbing the security guard's hand.

It felt extremely weird to start with.

Like holding a snake.

The security guard's wrist was smooth like scales, greasy and slippery, and Gao Fan didn't hold it.

What is this...!

However, Gao Fan's actions aroused the stares of the security guards. He turned his head abruptly, his neck was twisted 90 degrees, and a pair of eyes under the hat were staring at Gao Fan.

I go……!

The action of the security guard made Gao Fan's brain explode.

Normal people can't do this.

If the neck is twisted like this, I'm afraid I'll have to go into the coffin.

"you……"

Gao Fan backed away in shock and let go of the security guard's hand.

And the next moment, the security guard made a movement that made Gao Fan's blood run cold.

The face under his hat suddenly protruded forward, sticking out like a snake, a face deformed horribly, stretching and opening like a flower petal, and inside the opened face were circles of scarlet round mouths with sharp teeth .

This is a scene only seen in horror movies.

Or, it's the people in the painting seen in "The Gates of Hell"... When they stretch out their bodies, this is what they should look like!

This thought made Gao Fan back away in shock, and that snake-like face with a huge mouth kept rushing towards him.

boom!

Gao Fan hit the wall.

And that snake-like face with a huge mouth bit it up fiercely.

Gao Fan subconsciously raised his arms to protect his head and face, but after a second, the biting sensation he imagined did not appear.

Huh?

Gao Fan lowered his arms, but saw nothing in front of him.

The snake-like face with a huge mouth and the strange security guard all disappeared, leaving only the studio in the dark morning light standing in front of his eyes.

I'm so tired... I'm hallucinating?

Because I was too tired to draw... that's why I felt that the person in the painting ran out?

Gao Fan had to subconsciously check his SAN value. It was okay, it was still 74, and it hadn’t decreased. The snake-like face with a huge mouth just now was scary, but it appeared for a short time. Gao Fan once looked directly at the "God" , psychological resistance has been significantly enhanced.

At this time, he suddenly squatted down and picked up a lighter on the ground.

It's just an ordinary disposable lighter.

click.

click.

Gao Fan subconsciously pressed the lighter twice, watching the orange flames shining in the cold morning air, he frowned.

And not far away.

In the darkness where the morning light cannot shine.

A figure also looked at all this with a frown. In the dark corner where he was, it seemed that every air particle was surging and boiling, making a low roar that humans could not hear.

In the shadows, he was trying his best to appease the screams from the painful souls.

...

After a few hours.

Awaken the lofty.

Not a dream.

It was the voice of the dormitory administrator.

Of course, they should have knocked on the door, but Gao Fan, who was in a drowsy sleep, didn't hear it.

And the summoning sound was like the muffled thunder that reverberated in the heaven and earth in ancient times, hitting Gao Fan's ears one after another.

"Gao Fan, Gao Fan..."

oh?

Gao Fan opened his eyes in a daze, and there were a few shadowy people standing in front of him.

Three minutes later, Gao Fan finally woke up.

He frowned and looked at the two people in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Guo Xiangli, STK's regional director, Gao Fan, and I need to ask you for confirmation."

A middle-aged man in a black suit smiled gently at Gao Fan.

"Are you a policeman?" Gao Fan asked angrily.

"No." Henry Guo shook his head.

"Then why should I cooperate with you?" Gao Fan lay down again, planning to continue sleeping.

"In some cases, we have administrative and law enforcement powers that are regarded as the police, and your information is also submitted to us by the police. Therefore, as a citizen, you must cooperate with us." Henry Guo explain.

"Oh..." Gao Fan looked at Henry Guo, "What are certain events?"

hehe. Henry Guo showed a mysterious smile.

Fifteen minutes later.

Gao Fan and Guo Henry sat in the cafeteria of the school cafeteria.

It's already afternoon, after lunch time, it's very quiet at this time, and you can see couples who have no classes here making love to each other.

"Tell me, what do you do with me?" Gao Fan said.

"At six o'clock this morning, the National Art Museum caught fire and destroyed some exhibits. Fortunately, there were no casualties." Henry Guo said.

"Huh?" Gao Fan sipped the coffee that Henry Guo bought, raised his eyebrows and answered in doubt.

"The collection that was burned is called "The Gate of Hell." Henry Guo continued.

oh? Gao Fan's movements froze for a moment, because he remembered the 'illusion' he saw at the door of the studio in the morning.

Arsonists?

Want to burn the studio?

As a result, the National Museum of Art caught fire, and a piece of "The Gate of Hell" was burned, which...is related?

"On-site monitoring proved that you set the fire." Guo Henry said again.

Gao Fan looked up at Henry Guo.

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