kvmb Chapter 515: Weird Painting: "Le Le, pick up the knife"; Torn Diary
Chapter 515: Weird Painting: "Le Le, pick up the knife"; Torn Diary
"Gudong!"
She swallowed hard, and the sound seemed to be amplified several times in the silent night.
She held her breath and quickly drew the next painting.
A piece of white paper, the lower half of which is blank. On the blank background there is only a stickman with a head made of short vertical lines, who is lowering his head and crying.
On the upper half of the paper, a black pen used semicircles to outline the contours of the mountains. Six semicircular hills were filled with black lines.
There are branches growing horizontally at the foot of the mountain, and on the branches there are half-hidden and half-exposed hoopoes.
"The bird in the dream!" Chang Le suddenly got goose bumps.
She leaned closer to take a closer look at the birds, but was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat!
You won’t know until you see it. You’ll be shocked when you see it. Under the crowns of those hoopoes, there are actually human faces!
When you get closer, those pairs of eyes seem to be looking through the paper.
Chang Le shuddered, and mustered up the courage to look at those strange mountains again, and suddenly discovered -
There are exactly six birds under the six mountains! And each bird has a different face and eyes!
However, because they are just simple lines, it is impossible to specifically distinguish the expressions on different people's faces.
Chang Le realized that these paintings had some hidden meaning, so she pulled out the third one.
Compared to the first two pictures which are frightening at first glance, this one gives people a lingering eerie feeling.
House-Tree-People.
The content of the painting was a psychological test that Chang Le had heard of.
In this picture -
In the upper right corner is a three-dimensional house. You can see the front, side and top. The house has no windows or chimneys, but it has four doors.
In the lower left corner is a dead tree with six bare branches sticking out.
A man standing sideways, holding a knife, chopping a tree.
The black dotted line marks the trajectory of the knife. If the knife falls, only a low stump will be left of the dead tree.
The picture is simple, but eerie and strange.
Chang Le shuddered as he looked at the windowless house, withered trees and people chopping down trees in the painting.
She put the painting down, and the last piece of paper appeared before her.
It's a brand new style and brushstroke!
An abstract painting.
But this one is much better than the previous three. The drawing paper is smeared with different colored crayons into different color blocks, and the color blocks and lines are spliced together. In the mess, you can vaguely see a crying face and a smiling face. The crying face has no mouth, and the smiling face has only one eye and one ear.
Although I don’t understand it, it’s close to the style of abstract paintings in my memory.
Nine paintings, four styles, four brushstrokes.
Chang Le was filled with doubts: What do these paintings mean?
Her eyes fell on the scraps of paper in the box, and she was about to put away the painting spread out in front of her.
She picked up the painting of the house-tree-man and placed her index finger on the back of the painting to feel the unusual bumps and depressions.
"Hmm? Is there something behind you?"
Chang Le put down the other paintings, turned over the paper, looked down, and his heartbeat suddenly started to speed up!
On the back, the words written by the silver hook and iron painting are like a sword drawn from its sheath, and a line of words is written vertically with bright red paint.
——"LeLe, pick up the knife!"
Chang Le's breathing stopped suddenly, his ears were buzzing, and he opened his mouth for a long time without uttering a word.
After being stiff for a few seconds, her breathing suddenly became heavier. She brushed away the other paintings with trembling fingers, not caring about them falling to the ground, and suddenly turned over the two paintings of the human-faced bird and the one full of eyes.
——"LeLe, pick up the knife!"
——"LeLe, pick up the knife!"
It's exactly the same!
Three strange paintings, three identical sentences, all from the same person!
Chang Le suddenly fell to the ground, picked up the other paintings scattered on the ground, and turned them over one by one.
No!
Only those three pictures had words like that written on the back!
Chang Le sat exhausted on the cold floor, with three strange paintings lying quietly beside her. The eyes on the papers were staring at her, the birds on the dead branches at the foot of the mountain were spying on her, and the bright red words on the back of the turned-over papers were glaring.
who is it?
Who left such a painting and hid it so deeply by her?
Who left those murderous words behind the painting?
What does this sentence mean?
"Hmm..." Chang Le covered her forehead which suddenly felt a dull pain. Then, a sharp and dense pain pierced into her temple on one side and came out from the other side. She held her head with both hands.
After a few minutes, the pain subsided. Chang Le stood up with the help of the table, sat down on his seat, and poured out the shredded paper in the box.
Most of them were blank. Chang Le picked out the ones with words and pieced them together bit by bit.
When I concentrated, the headache actually eased.
However, when the fragments with words were pieced together and the words on them appeared in her mind, it was like a steel needle suddenly pierced through her head!
Chang Le looked at the spelled out contents with trembling lips and stiff body.
On the incomplete scraps of paper, four words were written crookedly:
——I am crazy
Goose bumps spread from his ankles to the top of his head. Chang Le pressed his aching heart and groaned, but swallowed the rest of the groan after realizing what was happening.
The night was hazy in the room, and cold moonlight streamed in wisps. The silver-grey light was projected onto the painting on the ground, making it look weirdly fragmented.
Chang Le's panicked gaze fell on the notebook lying at the end in the box. She took a deep breath to calm the panic in her chest, steadied her fingers and tentatively opened the notebook.
She was stunned.
The first page contained only one sentence:
"I am Changle."
She subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
This was her own handwriting, written in the middle of the paper, and there was calmness in the words.
This seems to be an introduction to the beginning of a note, which should be an essay or a diary.
She turned to the next page.
But, it's blank!
"No?" Chang Le took a closer look.
Suddenly I found that after the first page, there were torn pages at the bottom of the notebook. A quick look revealed that one-fifth of the entire book had been torn off. The rest was blank pages.
Chang Le's back hit the back of the chair. He looked at the notebook with only four words on it, not knowing whether he should be relieved or frightened.
She was glad that the contents of the notebook were torn off and did not cause her further shock; she was terrified that the torn off part must contain something that she herself was very afraid of.
Chang Le turned his head and saw the scraps of paper blown off by the turning pages of the notebook scattered all over the ground, like pale ice and snow, half covering the paintings of different styles on the ground.
The light from the desk lamp was very soft and could not fall on her face; the night was extremely dark, hiding her features like ink.
Chang Le remained silent in the darkness for a long time.
Finally, she slowly raised her hand, took out a pen, turned to the first blank page of the notebook, paused, and wrote a few words:
"I am Changle."
"11.7
I had a nightmare again.
Severe headache
Can't sleep
I feel like I’m going crazy.”
After a long time, a sigh sounded:
"Why is this night so long..."
……
The next day, Wei Zi got up early and had breakfast while waiting for Chang Le to come downstairs, but she didn't see him until noon. When she asked Zhou Liang, she found out that Chang Le had gone out very early.
"Where is Lele?" Hua Anning came back from breakfast and just heard Zhou Liang's words.
Zhou Liang said, "Ms. Chang Le asked the family driver to take her to the Fourth Young Master's place."
"Xiao Si? Where is Lele going?" Wei Zi said frustratedly, "I wanted Lele to decide on the look for the day after tomorrow today."
Hua An Ning said: "Le Le is busy with her own things. She often goes to Fourth Brother's place during this period. Don't disturb her. Let's talk about it when she comes back."
"It can only be the."
On the other side, Hua Lanshi and Fu Heqing arrived at the hospital early in the morning and were surprised to find Chang Le already waiting at the door.