Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 694 - 692: Oil Painting
Room 0508
This is...
Li Ang walked up and removed a yellow sticky note from the screen of the turned-off television. The handwriting on it was blurry and messy, as if someone had written it in extreme nervousness and panic.
["Be careful of those paintings"]
"Paintings?"
Li Ang raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the living room.
There were a total of four paintings in Room 0508. One depicted an old woman in black reading to a group of children. Another featured a sailing ship navigating through a storm. A third showed a group of British Nobles on horseback, leading hunting dogs through a forest. The last was of a young girl in a long dress, sitting in a chair with a fan covering her face.
Li Ang had already inspected these four paintings yesterday. The first three were printed reproductions, while the last one was hand-drawn. However, they all seemed rather mediocre, with stiff brushwork and muddy colors. They were not the work of a master and, without hype, would hardly fetch a high price at an exhibition.
Li Ang put the sticky note in his pocket. From within his sleeve, several vines extended, holding the note in place and gripping a pen. As Li Ang walked back to the living room, the vines rapidly began to write, thoroughly describing the content of the sticky note and the specific situation in the living room.
"Let's see..."
Muttering under his breath, Li Ang once again took the four paintings down from the wall. He laid them on the living room floor and examined them carefully for a while but saw no immediate changes.
Hold on. The note Bai Haozheng received last night warned him not to open the door. He thought it meant not to open *the* room's door, but it turned out the request was to keep all doors *in* the room closed. Could the note I received be similar...?
After pondering, Li Ang searched the room again. He gathered all objects in Room 0508 that could be considered "paintings" and placed them together on the living room floor.
A waste bin and tissue box with floral patterns, a TV that wouldn't turn on, a couch cover with printed designs, The Bible from the bedside drawer, a bathroom towel with a dolphin pattern... All kinds of miscellaneous items were piled up together.
Li Ang looked over the heap of items, his brow furrowed slightly. Wait, did the people in these paintings... move?
He remembered seeing the old woman in black holding the book with both hands, her head bowed as she read. But now, she was holding the book with her right hand, her left hand raised to support her chin. Her head also seemed to be lifted slightly, her gaze from the corner of her eye appearing to watch the children around her, and perhaps even Li Ang outside the frame.
It wasn't just the old woman reading who had changed; other figures in the paintings had altered as well. The sails of the ship in the storm had gone from slack to billowing. The Sailors on board had changed positions, now staring at waves over ten meters high, their expressions even more terrified and desperate. The British Nobles hunting on horseback in the forest remained in the same position, but they had raised their shotguns slightly, vaguely pointing them in Li Ang's direction. And in the last painting, the girl covering her face with a fan had changed imperceptibly—the corner of her eye was slightly narrowed, as if she wore a mocking smirk.
What does this mean? Will the figures in the paintings jump out and attack me, or will they drag me into the paintings to try and kill me, using the terrain to their advantage?
Li Ang calmly analyzed all the possibilities. After some thought, he stacked the four paintings in two pairs. He paired the one of the stormy sea and sailing ship with the one of the British Nobles hunting in the forest, and the one of the girl covering her face with a fan with the one of the old woman reading.
Ten seconds later, Li Ang separated the four paintings and observed them again. Although the scenes in the four paintings still appeared static, changes were evident. In the ocean scene, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the pitch-dark sea. The sailing ship seemed to have been hit by the first wave; its mast was broken, and several Sailors had fallen from the deck, plunging into the sea, their fates unknown. The British Nobles in the other painting looked as if they had been drenched by a downpour; they were completely soaked, and the originally clear, dry forest floor now inexplicably held a large pool of water.
In the other two paintings, the girl with the fan was now inexplicably hiding behind the chair. She peered out, her flushed face, partially covered by the fan, filled with shame and rage as she glared viciously outside the frame. Meanwhile, the old woman in black had stood up from her stool. She also wore an expression of fury, the book in her hand drooping, its cover now facing outward.
Li Ang's gaze sharpened. On the cover of the old woman's book was a drawing of a goat's skull that resembled a demon. The group of children in black, who were originally gathered around the old woman, had also turned to face the frame. Their eyes had turned black as ink, their mouths now sprouted beast-like fangs, and their once innocent faces had become fierce and elongated. They resembled malevolent demons, staring intently at Li Ang with hateful eyes.
"What are you looking at? Think you're the only ones with eyes?"
Li Ang scoffed. Dozens of green vines grew out of the sleeves of his white lab coat, rising up like Snakes and floating behind him. An eyeball grew at the tip of each vine, and they met the gazes of the figures in the paintings with an even more vicious and venomous stare.
"HSSSS!"
In the painting, the sinister children in black let out soft hisses and growls. They slowly lifted their feet, beginning to run towards the edge of the frame in slow motion.
"BANG! BANG!"
Several bullets sprayed from the hunting rifles of the British Nobles in the forest painting, shooting out of the canvas and shattering a corner of the crystal chandelier in Room 0508.
As time went on, these figures in the paintings truly began to move, starting to break free from the canvas and interact with reality. Their movements also grew faster.
The demonic child in black at the forefront had already stretched its thin, pale, clawed hands out from the canvas. It scratched wildly within the frame, trying to harm Li Ang. At the same moment, the oil painting of the tempest-tossed ship erupted with a vast amount of seawater, instantly flooding the floor of Room 0508.
"Drink up the seawater!"
Li Ang clapped his hands together, slamming the paintings of the British Nobles and the stormy ocean onto each other. The surging seawater immediately flowed into the forest scene of the other painting, and the water level in the room subsided slightly. Meanwhile, the demonic child that had just emerged from its canvas hadn't even had a chance to take a breath of fresh air when it saw a foot rapidly enlarging in its field of vision, stomping down towards it.
