Chapter 0508

This is...

Li Ang stepped forward and peeled a yellow sticky note off the television screen, which was turned off.

The handwriting on it was blurry and chaotic, as if someone had written it in a state of extreme nervousness and panic.

【Beware of the paintings】

"Paintings?"

Li Ang raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the living room.

There were four paintings in Room 0508.

One was of an old woman in black reading to a group of children,

One was of a sailboat sailing in a storm,

One was of a group of British nobles riding horses and leading hunting dogs in the forest,

And one was of a girl in a long dress sitting on a chair, hiding her face behind a fan.

Li Ang had already inspected these four paintings yesterday.

The first three were printed products, and the last one was hand-drawn,

But they were all rather ordinary, with stiff brushwork and muddy colors, not the work of famous artists.

Without hype, it would probably be difficult to sell them at a high price at an art exhibition.

Li Ang put the sticky note in his pocket. Several vines extended from his sleeves, holding the paper, and he held a pen.

As Li Ang walked back to the living room, he picked up the pen and paper and quickly wrote down a detailed description of the contents of the sticky note and the specific conditions in the living room.

"Let me see..."

Li Ang muttered softly, took the four paintings off the wall again, placed them on the living room floor, and observed them carefully for a while, but temporarily found no changes.

"Wait, the sticky note that Bai Haozheng received last night said not to open the door. He thought it meant not to open the room door, but it actually required him to keep all the doors in the room closed.

Could it be that the sticky note I received is the same..."

Li Ang thought for a while and searched the room again. All the things in Room 0508 that could be considered "paintings" were found and placed together on the living room floor.

Trash cans and tissue boxes with floral patterns, a television that couldn't be turned on, a sofa cover with prints, a Bible in the bedside table, a bathroom towel with a dolphin pattern...

All kinds of杂物 (zawu, miscellaneous items) were piled together.

Li Ang looked down at the pile of杂物 (zawu), his brows furrowed slightly, "Wait, the people in the paintings... are they moving?"

He had previously seen the old woman in black holding a book in both hands, bowing her head and reading,

But now, the old woman in black was holding the book in her right hand, while her left hand was raised, supporting her chin.

Her head seemed to be raised at a slight angle,

The corner of her eye seemed to be looking at the surrounding children, and also at Li Ang outside the frame.

It wasn't just the old woman in black reading; the other figures in the paintings had also changed.

The sailboat in the storm, its sails had gone from calm to bulging,

The sailors on the ship had changed positions, looking at the waves more than ten meters high, their expressions even more frightened and desperate.

The British nobles riding horses and hunting in the forest had not changed their positions, but the hunting guns in their hands had been raised a few degrees, vaguely pointing in Li Ang's direction.

And the last painting, the girl hiding her face behind a fan, had a subtle change—the girl in the painting squinted slightly, as if with a hint of sarcastic smile.

"What does this mean? Will the people in the painting jump out and attack me, or will they drag me into the painting and try to kill me by taking advantage of the terrain?"

Li Ang calmly analyzed all the possibilities. After thinking for a while, he overlapped the four paintings in pairs, putting them together.

The sailboat in the storm corresponded to the British nobles hunting in the forest.

The girl hiding her face behind a fan corresponded to the old woman reading.

Ten seconds later, Li Ang separated the four paintings and observed them again.

The pictures on the four paintings remained static.

It could be seen that a bolt of lightning flashed in the sky above the ocean, illuminating the dark sea. The sailboat seemed to have been hit by the first wave, and the mast had already broken.

Several sailors fell from the deck, falling into the sea, their fate unknown.

The nobles in the forest in the other painting, on the other hand, were soaked as if they had been drenched by a rainstorm.

The once clear and dry forest floor had inexplicably accumulated a large pool of water.

On the other two paintings,

The girl hiding her face behind a fan, for some reason, hid behind the chair,

Peeking her head out, her slightly red face, half-covered by the fan, was full of shame and anger, glaring fiercely at the outside of the frame.

And the old woman in black had stood up from the stool.

She was also full of anger, and the book in her hand drooped down, its cover facing outward this time.

Li Ang's eyes narrowed. On the cover of the book in the old woman's hand was drawn a demon in the shape of a goat skull.

The group of children in black clothes who were originally surrounding the old woman had also turned around to face the frame.

Their eyes had become as black as ink, and beast-like fangs had grown in their mouths. Their once-tender faces had become hideous and narrow.

Like some kind of evil demon, they stared straight at Li Ang with hateful eyes.

"What are you looking at? You think you're the only ones with eyes?"

Li Ang sneered. A dozen green vines grew out of the sleeves of his white coat, straightened up like venomous snakes, and floated behind him.

An eyeball grew on the top of each vine, using an even more ferocious and vicious gaze to look at the figures in the painting.

"Hiss!!"

In the painting, the hideous children wearing black coats made slight hissing roars. They slowly raised their feet and ran towards the outside of the frame in slow motion.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several bullets spewed out from the hunting guns of the nobles hunting in the forest,窜出 (cuan chu, darted out) of the canvas, and shattered a corner of the crystal chandelier in Room 0508.

As time went on, these figures in the paintings gradually moved, began to break away from the canvas, and interfered with reality.

Moreover, their movements were getting faster and faster.

The demon child in black clothes running at the front had already pierced his thin, pale, clawed hand through the canvas, scratching wildly in the frame, trying to hurt Li Ang.

At the same time, the oil painting of the sailboat in the waves also喷涌 (pen yong, gushed) out a huge amount of seawater, instantly submerging the floor of Room 0508.

"Drink more seawater!"

Li Ang put his hands together, and叠 (die, stacked) the oil paintings of the British nobles and the ocean in the rainstorm together,

The surging seawater涌入 (yong ru, poured into) the forest in the other oil painting, and the water in the room decreased slightly.

On the other side, the demon child who had just鑽 (zuan, emerged) out of the canvas had not had time to breathe a breath of fresh air when he saw a foot constantly magnifying in his vision, stepping towards him.