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In the dim room, there was a wooden table. With the broken and cracked wall as the background, a pair of severed arms stretched out from the window separated by the fence.

That's all there is in the photo, and at first glance there's nothing outstanding about it.

But if you look closely, you can see that the arms sticking out of the window were sawed off at shoulder level. The wounds were uneven, and most importantly, they were bleeding.

Dark red blood and pale bones were mixed together. These hands were definitely not cut from human specimens or dead bodies, but from living people!

Before the wound had solidified and the blood had not dried up, the lunatic used such a pair of arms to complete his work of art.

It's so real, so real that it makes people tremble.

I looked at the photos on my phone and paid special attention to the title of this work - Redemption.

If the painter really has some artistic cells in his body in addition to his animal nature, then he must have a deep meaning in doing this. He wants to express some of his own thoughts through this cruel and desperate picture.

"Why would a cold-blooded, morbid painter name this photo Redemption? Who does he want to redeem? Or who needs to be redeemed?" The shooting angle of the photo is very tricky, and it can be seen that the painter's handling of light and shadow is extremely Exquisite, the picture is filled with a gray and desperate color, making people feel as if they are immersed in the scene, as if the severed hands are right in front of them.

Looking away from the severed hand, I scanned every inch of the photo: "The room in the photo is different from the red building. It is weather-beaten and dilapidated. Combined with the date of shooting, this photo should have been taken in..."

I turned around and looked across the red building through the narrow window of the bathroom: "It's there! The painter has been to that ancient building!"

Through this photo of Bai Yaer's mobile phone, I got two important pieces of information.

First, the painter knows the Pig Cage Apartment better than Bai Yaer. He even personally entered the building that was regarded as ominous by the locals in Jinghai during the day.

Second, this painter should have killed someone! He is a murderer!

No matter what the reason is, any act of depriving others of their lives is a crime, and it cannot be concealed even if it is covered with art.

"All the painter's works challenge the bottom line of human nature. It can be seen that he has no legal or moral concepts in his eyes. Such people are very dangerous." I squinted my eyes and looked at Bai Ya'er lying on the ground. She was beautiful in appearance and beautiful in heart. But she was dominated by the pleasure of abuse, and she was like him. Perhaps only an extreme lunatic like Teacher Zhu could make her follow him wholeheartedly.

Taking a breath, I pressed Bai Yaer's back with one leg and clicked on the last set of photos in the encrypted document.

This group of photos is updated every day, and there is only one protagonist in all the photos - Bai Ya'er.

The photos captured everything that happened when Bai Yaer lived in the red building from the perspective of a bystander. The name of this series of works is called "Peeping."

There are many photos, and each one is marked with a date. Basically, from the first day Bai Ya'er came to the Red Mansion, one or several photos have been kept every day.

At first I thought the painter's bad taste was hard to understand, but after I flipped through a few photos, I found that things were completely different from what I imagined.

These photos are not all recording Bai Yaer's daily life, but also inadvertently captured some extremely terrifying things.

For example, a month ago, a drunk Bai Ya'er was sent back to the apartment by a tall and handsome young man. The photo recorded the young man's appearance. The anxious look was in sharp contrast to Bai Ya'er's pure and flawless face.

The first photo was taken at the painter's door; the second photo is a color painting, in which a middle-aged man is looking at the adjacent room through the hole in the wall. It is obvious that this middle-aged man is the painter himself , the hole in the wall was facing the bed. In the stuffy room, the skinny and petite Bai Ya'er seemed to be in a coma, letting the young man mess with her.

What really surprised me was the third photo, which was taken at Bai Yaer's own home.

Judging from the shooting angle, it was in the living room, and the two photos were not long apart. It seems that the painter also has the key to Bai Yaer's house.

In the picture, the young man has not completely torn off Bai Yaer's clothes, but the photographer is slowly approaching.

This photo may be due to the shooting technique, which makes people feel that danger is approaching quietly, but the prey is unaware of it.

I looked at this photo, observed it carefully, and finally fixed my gaze on the glass coffee table.

The smooth surface of the coffee table reflects a little light. I don't know if the artist did it deliberately or if he was careless.

The glass coffee table just reflected a hand holding a sharp knife!

Three photos dated to the same day, this is not just simple art, but a deliberate murder.

There was a chill in my back that went straight to my spine. The young man and I had almost exactly the same initial experience. They both sent the drunk Bai Yaer back to the apartment late at night. The difference was that I was not carried away by the beauty and kept keeping On high alert.

Now think about it, if I had done the same thing as the young man, would it be possible that when I looked back, I would suddenly find the painter appearing behind me with a sharp knife.

I didn't leave Bai Yaer's cell phone behind. Although there is evidence of his murder, now is not the time to fall out with them.

Sizing up the situation and surviving the live broadcast is my top priority.

After reading all of Teacher Zhu's works, I couldn't calm down for a long time. This is a devil in human skin. I can't understand his art at all. Every photo can evoke fear and disgust in people's hearts.

I hated this guy, but on the other hand he intrigued me.

"Is it possible that Zhu Li is the show host?" Crazy and paranoid, this is very common among show hosts. I lowered my head and took the towel out of Bai Yaer's mouth, and whispered: "I want to meet that show host. Teacher Zhu, come and lead the way."

I wasn't asking for her opinion, but I was speaking in a strong tone that I couldn't argue with.

"No, it's almost twelve o'clock. We can't leave the room. If you really want to see Teacher Zhu, then wait until dawn tomorrow." Bai Ya'er is a woman with a very strange personality. I have never seen her show fear. Her expression is, at best, tense and flustered. Rather than saying she is a model, I feel she is more like an actor with superb acting skills.

"There's still some time until midnight. Get up right away and take me to see Zhu Li!" Lifting Bai Ya'er up with one hand, I pointed to the red wooden door of the living room: "If you don't agree, then I'll wait until twelve I will throw you out after a while and let you spend the night alone in the corridor."

"Let go, I'll go, but you have to give me some time. Besides, I'm not sure whether Teacher Zhu is sleeping. What if he doesn't open the door?" Bai Ya'er twisted her body. She knew better than me. It was very dangerous to stay in the corridor after clicking, so I agreed decisively.

"Don't play tricks, my patience has its limit." I let go of my hands and threw her coat on the ground: "Let's go."

Bai Ya'er put on her coat, walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the bedroom wall. She stopped in front of the big red wooden door: "I have no intention of harming you. It's dangerous to go out now..."

"Stop talking nonsense and take me to see him." There are no more clues from Bai Ya'er. In order to carry out the live broadcast smoothly, I must have more information.

Placing her cold white fingers on the rusty iron lock, Bai Ya'er reluctantly opened the wooden door. When she was about to turn the handle of the iron door outside, when her hand touched it, the iron door was pushed open directly.

"Has anyone been here?!" I clearly remember locking the iron door outside when I came in, but now it has changed like this: "There must have been someone standing outside the door just now, maybe a painter, or maybe hiding in the darkness. , the dirty thing that keeps following me upstairs!

The sinister building, the strange residents, and the weird legends all made me a little scared before the live broadcast even started.

Bai Ya'er, who was walking in front, noticed that the iron door was unlocked and turned to look at me. She probably thought that I forgot to close the door. In this situation, she did not dare to say anything and walked towards the room where the painter was.

"Bang, bang, bang."

In the dead silence of the corridor, the knocking on the door sounded so far away that someone standing on the first floor could probably hear it clearly.

The dim lights in the hut shone in the corridor. I wonder if it was my imagination, but the darkness upstairs and downstairs was stirred, and it seemed like something was approaching.

"The corridors of this red building are too evil. You can't stay here for a long time." There are eleven floors in the building. The fourth floor where Bai Ya'er and the painter live can't go up or down, and is sandwiched by darkness.

After knocking on the door several times in a row, there was a noise in the house rented by the artist. Soon, the red-painted wooden door inside was opened, and a skinny hand full of paint stretched out with a key.

The spring clicked, and the big lock on the iron door was opened. Two doors apart, I heard a dull voice: "Come in."

Bai Yaer entered directly without hesitation. She seemed unwilling to stay in the corridor for a moment.

I followed her and entered the house. I glanced at the scene in front of me and I didn't even bother to close the door.

In the house rented by the artist, all exposed areas such as walls and floors were covered with paint, and a pattern of human bodies was painted on it.

It was like entering a madhouse, but the horrifying things had just begun. On the wall next to the shoe cabinet at the door of the room, there were lines carved by knives, as if they were being created with hatred, and each knife carved a It goes very deep into the wall.

"A human figure carved with a knife?" After the carving was completed, the entire wall was splashed with red paint. It looked shocking, as if there was a living person curled up in a piece of blood.

Standing in front of the wall, my mind suddenly recalled the call I received on my mobile phone at the show before the live broadcast started.

"Smear blood on the wall and draw your appearance. Every scratch will hurt you..."