Chapter 136 Black Frame

Just staring at the huge portraits stacked crookedly against the wall, Jiu'er felt a strange chill slowly rise from her back.

She felt as if her consciousness was submerged in water, making it hard to breathe. I also felt that the surrounding air was gradually becoming hot... as if I was being stewed by something.

Under the intense unease, the bones of her whole body were creaking. Like an iron bar attracted by a magnet, it wants to break out of the body and throw it at those huge oil paintings.

"……hungry……"

"I think……"

"Absolutely... stop..."

"...run away...immediately..."

In the scorching hot air, Jiu'er heard a small whisper.

It seems that there are many people talking to themselves in a low voice at the same time, so they can't hear anything.

"--how?"

Amos's incomparably clear voice sounded behind Jiu'er.

The moment he heard the voice, Jiu'er instantly woke up from the hallucination.

In that brief moment of hallucination, she noticed that her erosion level had silently increased by 3%.

"—Here you have to have an inspiration. Okay, make another three check, you lost three san points."

"—Wait, everyone here is going to increase the erosion level when they see this painting? Isn't that the erosion level every round? How dangerous is this level?!"

"—No, I think it will go up when I first see it... Maybe it won't go up."

"—Am I the only one who didn't feel the horror in this painting..."

"—One thing to say, in fact, I also..."

Seeing Jiu'er looking at a painting, the erosion level increased, and the players who were watching outside exploded the pot one after another, and line after line of barrages were sent out without stopping.

...a bunch of bastards.

You are just bullying me and I can't interact with you in a quality way now...

Seeing a group of barrages mocking him floating over, Jiuer hated his teeth.

She has made up her mind.

No matter what - as long as you can get out alive, you have to deceive them all!

This live broadcast can't convey her fear just now...

Gotta get them all to take a look at this picture!

Jiu'er believes that if they also increase the erosion level, they will definitely help to fool other people in...

While thinking in her heart, she replied in a low voice, "Very...very shocking."

"Yes, you still use the word shock..."

Amos was a little surprised.

He couldn't help laughing.

Obviously, this homeless man did not have any compliments, nor any pretended sincere evaluation, which made him feel extraordinarily happy.

He walked to Jiu'er and asked casually, "What's your name?"

"...Amis, my name is Amis."

Jiu'er endured the nausea that had not yet dissipated, recalled and replied.

Fortunately not long.

Although he was interrupted, Jiu'er could still remember the name of "own".

"so good,

Amis. Stand in front of the frame. "

Amos whispered, his voice calm and confident: "I will make you... famous all over the world."

After he said that, he supported the homeless shoulder and pushed him forward two steps.

Jiu'er vaguely felt that the hot breath of the person in a certain painting was sprayed on his face.

So I saw the homeless man quivering, looking at the wall. But at this time he couldn't feel the hot breath again.

In front of this wall composed of at least seventeen or eight portraits of different sizes, there is an empty picture frame in the lower right corner.

No, strictly speaking...should be called "Black Frame".

The frame was not painted all black.

It's a pre-drawn sketch that looks like a shadow in the corner of the wall. It was just placed in the corner, as if it was not a painting... but a dark door leading to the abyss.

In other words.

It's like this picture frame, which originally put this portrait...

——And the people inside escaped.

"You're standing here, Amis."

As Amos said, he took out the black picture frame behind Jiu'er.

Jiu'er noticed that it was only after he pulled out the picture frame...behind the shadow-painted picture frame, the really dark and dull walls were revealed.

It was like black with charcoal.

That weird, asymmetrical, bottomless darkness makes people feel a little creepy...

Amos then placed the frame on a shelf not far in front.

He strode back again, supported Jiu'er's body, and assumed a slightly hunched posture, trying to look forward.

After that, Amos stepped back and looked up and down, but still smacking his lips in dissatisfaction.

He thought for a moment, and from the nearby wall, he took out an empty shelf that was used to prevent picture frames.

"You stretch out one hand and hold on to this shelf—yes. The other hand is slightly curled up, to have that timid feeling... slightly raise your head, as if looking in. You imagine that you are supporting someone window, look in—"

Amos explained carefully to the wine.

Hearing this, Jiu'er already understood what kind of action Amos wanted.

——That's the feeling of a boy looking into a toy store while leaning on a transparent glass window.

Seeing Jiu'er's new posture, Amos's eyes lit up: "Yes! That's it - don't move, keep your posture...Imagine, you are very hungry. In the window, someone else's house just made it, A hot meal..."

With that said, Amos quickly started painting.

But what happened next.

Just as demonstrated in the live broadcast of homeless children, the painting of the "third floor" is completely different...

Jiu'er originally thought that this was just a test of endurance. As long as you keep this movement still.

But after Amos began to officially paint...

She clearly felt a strong discomfort.

She wanted to move, but her body was restrained and she couldn't move at all.

The barrage gentlemen also gradually realized that something was wrong.

Because of the homeless person played by Jiu'er, the movements suddenly started to become more and more real... It was as if there was such a very hungry homeless person who was lying by the window of others, looking inside.

That's not what "acting" can accomplish.

Not even looking like a real bum anymore.

Because a real homeless person will never have such a clear emotion on his face - the mixture of cowardice, hunger, greed and malice, more like an almost abstract homeless image that only exists in the art of painting...

From the audience's perspective, they could clearly see that the painting in Amos's hand was completed quickly.

Just like a printer. Without any hesitation or correction, I quickly and continuously paint... It is as if I am not painting according to an image, but embodying the image already formed in my mind into reality.

The barrages were already amazed by his art.

Annan had seen the portrait drawn by Amos for Elle before.

But these players obviously haven't seen it...

And now, Amos’s portrait of a homeless man is far superior to Ellie’s portrait.

When the portrait was gradually taking shape, Jiu'er felt that his body was still unable to move, his consciousness gradually blurred, and everything in front of him was stretched.

At this moment, she heard Amos's warm and soft whisper in her ear:

"you……

"Are you hungry now?"

The next moment, Jiu'er lost consciousness without warning.