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Darkness swallowed everyone's screams.

The visitors seemed to be strangled by invisible hands, and the sound stopped abruptly only halfway through.

There was deathly silence in my ears.

"Teacher Gao?"

I turn on the flashlight.

A dim light lit up in the darkness.

There was no one around.

There were 32 visitors, but I was the only one left at the moment.

In just a second or two, where were those people?

I don't care about other people, I only worry about Gao Wenyuan.

"Teacher Gao?"

I shouted and moved the flashlight.

The cold white light swept from the gray ground to the white walls.

Offering table.

Extinguished white wax.

paintings hanging on the wall

etc!

There is content in the painting, it is no longer empty.

Hazy, like a portrait.

I walked over carefully.

The portrait in the painting also moved and became larger and larger.

"Why does it look like a mirror?"

I frowned and stopped in front of the altar table.

The person in the painting is myself!

Poker face.

Black and white.

It's like a posthumous photo.

I moved my face closer to the painting.

The people in the painting also moved closer to me.

No different than a mirror.

I remembered the theme of the exhibition.

"Could it be that what's in the painting is my soul?"

A painting that can reflect a person's soul?

I stared at the 'me' in the painting.

"Is this what my soul looks like? It seems no different from me."

At this moment, the 'I' in the painting suddenly began to change.

His facial features disappeared and his figure darkened.

It became a shadow with only an outline.

And this shadow is still changing, like a ball of dough being kneaded, trying to turn into a certain shape.

I waited for a while curiously.

However, this dark shadow suddenly disappeared.

A crack was left on the white drawing paper.

"What do you mean?"

"The painting actually cracked!"

"It seems that I am an enigmatic man"

I no longer care about the painting.

It's important to find Gao Wenyuan.

"Teacher Gao?"

"Teacher Gao?"

"Where are you?"

I walked to the left side of the corridor.

Before the candles went out, wasn't there a man in a black suit standing there.

However, when I walked over, I discovered that the stairs had disappeared.

"The stairs are all gone. Are we going to trap everyone here?"

"What on earth does this gallery owner want to do?"

The corridor on the left is still there.

Shine the flashlight over.

Deep and long.

On the left is the white wall.

On the right are two doors.

"anyone there?"

I reached out and knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The dull knocking sound broke the silence on the third floor.

There was no response from inside.

Just when I thought there was no one there, suddenly a weak voice came out.

"Who are you?"

The voice was soft and trembling.

It’s art student Xiaoying.

"Classmate Xiaoying, is that you? I am Teacher Gao's friend, Boss Li."

After half a minute, the door creaked open.

Under the faint flashlight, a pale face was revealed.

"Boss Li?"

"Classmate Xiaoying, why are you in the room?"

"I don't know either. The lights suddenly went out just now. She didn't respond to me when I called Dan Ling. I don't know why, but I'm the only one left."

Xiaoying was trembling all over, in shock, and looked around uneasily.

"Are you alone? Have you seen my classmate, Wu Danling, the girl with short hair?"

"No, after the lights went out, I also realized that I was the only one left outside." I shined my flashlight into the room.

It's an empty room with nothing.

Gray floor, pale walls.

In just a moment, everyone's position changed.

what happened?

Hallucination?

If it's an illusion, is this Xiaoying real?

"Did you encounter anything in there?" I looked away from the room and asked Xiaoying calmly.

"I can't explain clearly, I always feel like something is approaching me." Although Xiaoying was wearing Wu Danling's coat, she was still shivering from the cold.

"I was running around in the dark, but I couldn't get rid of that thing."

"Did you see what it was?" I frowned.

"No." Xiaoying shook her head with a pale face.

"It was too dark. I couldn't see anything. It was just a feeling. I didn't know if it was true."

"Then there was a sudden knock on the door, and the thing disappeared."

"I had the courage to call someone, and you answered me."

"I reached over based on the location of the sound and opened the door. Fortunately, it was really you."

She looked at the gloomy and dark surroundings in fear.

"What happened? Where did everyone else go? I'm so worried about Dan Ling."

"Let's look for him together. I also have to look for Teacher Gao."

"good."

Xiaoying didn't have any doubts about me, and followed me timidly to the next door.

"I remembered something."

When I reached the door of the room, my hand knocking on the door suddenly stopped.

"What?"

"Go back to the small hall first." I waved to Xiaoying.

She came to the small hall with me in confusion.

Offering table, extinguished white wax.

Empty painting on the wall.

"Go and see what's in that painting."

"That painting is not empty." Xiaoying was stunned before she could finish her words.

Shine a flashlight on the painting.

There was a vague figure inside.

Clearly female.

She approached the painting in surprise, and the shadows in the painting moved accordingly.

If this painting can really reflect the soul of a person.

So, what is her soul like?

Xiaoying stood in front of the altar table and saw herself in the painting as if she were a deceased person.

"it's me?"

She took two steps back in fear.

The facial features in the painting disappeared, and the shadows blurred into a ball, constantly squirming.

After a while.

A woman's face gradually emerged on the drawing paper.

Red dress, pale face.

In his hand, he also held a black umbrella.

"ah--"

Xiaoying screamed uncontrollably, her legs softened and she fell to the ground, covered in cold sweat.

"I, why am I like this?"

The woman in the painting is still Xiaoying, but she is wearing a bright red skirt and holding a black umbrella in her hand.

"It's actually the painting on the first floor." I helped Xiaoying up, her body was cold.

"Boss Li, what's going on with you?" Xiaoying panicked, "Why did the painting change?"

"Why, I look like that bride?"

"I can't tell."

I looked at Xiaoying.

Wearing a red dress in the painting.

Psychic physique.

Is it possible that the evil ghost is already hiding in her body?

As soon as this idea came up, I shuddered.

"What does it mean to say something bad? You must still know something, right?" Xiaoying looked like there was no problem.

Her pale hands were clasped together nervously.

"Why else would you and Senior Brother Gao ask us to leave before?"

"By the way, what did Teacher Gao tell you?" I'm not sure whether she is really her now.

"He said." Xiaoying swallowed and stayed away from the painting.

"He said there was a ghost here."

"Then he didn't tell you, why is there a ghost?"

"He didn't say that much, and Dan Ling didn't want to listen to him anymore." Xiaoying's eyes suddenly widened in fear.

"If there is really a ghost, then the elixir will be her"

She rushed up and grabbed my hand.

"Boss Li, we need to find her quickly!"