Thriller: I created an alien asylum

It seems to be a metaphor for something.

Of course, it depends on what the author thinks.

Xietai threw the book to Tanzhi.

He finished reading it in confusion, "What kind of bullshit philosophy is this? It's full of nonsense. Can it be published as a book?"

"If you ask me, it's better for me to write it. I will definitely write better than him."

Although Tanzhi is also very paranoid and greedy, he is more straightforward. He doesn't do things in a roundabout way and doesn't have too many ideas.

Xietai: "Then what do you think that Master Clo will think after reading this book?"

Thinking of his greedy father who clings to him like a blood-sucking leech and tries to squeeze out every bit of his value?

Or, being forced to sell his paintings, and perhaps having to sacrifice his body in the future to achieve his goal?

Human nature is black.

But human life is passionate, and blood is a warmer color.

After reading this book, will Clo, who is already paranoid and a little twisted, be unable to stop and deviate to another path?

Tan Zhi suddenly realized: "So that's it. It's from here that his paintings contain some disgusting things, right?"

So, what are those things?

Clo locked himself in the room and thought for a night.

The next day, he asked the maid in the kitchen for duck blood and chicken blood.

Used these as paint.

Painted the first painting in these days.

In the painting, although the color tone is not particularly dark, it metaphorically contains some uncomfortable, disgusting, and indescribable emotions.

"That's it!"

Tan Zhi clapped his hands: "Is it this blood that makes me feel uncomfortable in the painting?"

Tan Zhi was a little strange. He was not a green hand who had never seen blood. The horror and disgusting weirdness was even more confusing.

It must be more than just a little bit of paint mixed with duck blood and chicken blood that can make him feel disgusted.

But he saw the disease.

He looked at Clo with admiration.

If Clo was still alive, then his talent was really very good.

His perception of the mysterious and supernatural side was many times higher than that of ordinary people.

And this kind of person with high inspiration is undoubtedly very compatible with weirdness. Perhaps, Cloe can adapt to a lot of powerful weirdness.

If his willpower is strong enough, he may be able to contract more than two weirdness at the same time.

Of course, even if it is not a contract.

And just suppressing weirdness, I am afraid that with his terrifying talent, he can easily imprison any weirdness.

Because he is a rare person who can give special abilities to dead objects such as drawing paper with his own will.

After seeing this through Bing, Shen Yu had the intention to recruit Cloe.

Before Cloe made a bigger mistake, perhaps he could use his talent to make more weird tools.

Bing followed into the world in the painting.

However, perhaps they came in at different times.

Bing could see Tan Zhi and them, but they could not see Bing following behind them.

This kind of secretly spying on their activities, Bing seemed to have turned into a pair of eyes hidden behind their backs.

Of course, Bing was watching openly from the side.

It's just that they can't see Bing.

Laziness saw more and deeper.

"Now we are using ordinary chicken blood and duck blood. Later, these bloods will not satisfy him?"

"And..."

Laziness took out the human skin diary.

"This book is also Cloe's artwork. The cover is made of human skin."

"So, the weird thing we met outside is Cloe?"

Tanzhi was talking about the skinner.

However, the skinner had scars from the fire on his face, and he looked taller, which did not match Cloe's current appearance.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Cloe grew up later.

They continued to watch.

Cloe used chicken blood and duck blood to complete the ten paintings required by his father.

Ten days later.

Cloe's father came back.

He saw those paintings.

His eyes were full of surprise and greed, "You are worthy of being my good son. Your painting skills have improved. I can feel your emotions from the paintings. These are ten rare good paintings."

"It seems that the price we negotiated before can be raised again. Don't worry, my son, I will definitely sell your paintings for a good price and make you famous."

Not long after he came back, he hurriedly left the manor with the paintings.

These days.

The quality of the paintings painted by Clo are very stable.

However, the blood that has been consumed in the manor also made the housekeeper suspicious.

When he heard from the maid that it was Master Clo who wanted it, the housekeeper was very confused.

"What does Master Clo want the blood of these livestock for?"

He went to ask Clo.

Clo replied: "I want to make the colors in the painting more vivid, so I mixed blood into the paint."

The housekeeper couldn't accept it for a while, but Clo was for the painting, in order to meet the master's requirements, and only used some livestock blood.

Some masters with superb painting skills do have some harsh or even weird requirements for the pigments they use.

In the eyes of the nobles, Clo's actions are not a big deal. If someone knows about it, they may want to collect these paintings for the sake of curiosity.

Don't doubt it, those nobles who have nothing to do can do such things.

The housekeeper was just worried. He saw some changes in Crowe's temperament, which made him a little afraid of what Crowe would become in the future.

So, he went to report it to the master.

The housekeeper hopes that the master can take into account Master Crowe's mood because he is working so hard and his mentality is a bit wrong.

At least slow down and don't ask more of Master Crowe.

However, after listening to this, the master was not surprised but delighted, "Well, artists have problems like this to begin with. In the eyes of outsiders, this is because the artist has enough personality."

"Let the kitchen purchase enough blood, and don't use the blood of dirty animals."

"Master." The steward was shocked: "But if we don't use the blood of those animals, what else can we use?"

The master snorted coldly: "Don't those poor people want money? Just give them a little money and ask them to provide a little blood. I'm sure they won't refuse."

The butler thought the master's decision was crazy, but as a butler, he couldn't refuse his master's idea.

So starting from this day.

The blood provided to Crowe was changed from animal blood to human blood.

Crowe is very perceptive.

There was no way he wouldn't be aware of the changes in his blood.

However, he was still obsessed with painting and produced one painting after another.

Then, time passed quickly.

The world in the painting arrives on Crowe's fifteenth birthday.