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Xia Ren asked suspiciously: "What's going on? Is there anything ahead? Why isn't the driver willing to take us there?"

Elliott scratched his head, sighed and said: "Actually, there is no special reason, it's just that the driver is afraid, after all, the driver should pay attention to his own safety when going to such a remote place.

Moreover, there are some bad rumors about the place we are going to. Residents nearby often hear strange sounds coming from there at night, and they also say that they have seen terrifying creatures crawling against the wall in the dark alleys. In the past few years, a few children went to play there, but they disappeared. The nearby residents mobilized many people to search all night, but they couldn't find them. Some residents who went to search were frightened. When hordes of black shadows walk through the buildings, several people in a row are like this.

Later, the rumors became more and more outrageous. It was the residence of the undead and demons. Every night, there would be ghosts wandering around, and the children were captured and eaten by the ghosts.

But rumors are just rumors after all. I prefer that children are captured and sold by gangs. This kind of thing happens a lot. The police are all bought by gangs, and they have a tacit understanding with each other, unless the trouble is particularly big, or He is a child of a rich family, otherwise, as long as it is not too much, even if he calls the police, he will just record it perfunctorily and will not care about it at all. "

As Elliot walked, he told Xia Ren about the surrounding situation.

After a while, they stood in front of an alley.

Arriving here, the surrounding buildings are completely uninhabited. It is said to be an alley, but it is actually more like a ruin. The buildings on both sides are full of ancient atmosphere. It has become extremely fragile, and a piece can be broken off with a pinch of the hand. Many of them have peeled off by themselves, and some have even been covered with vines, becoming a habitat for geckos and various insects.

The roadside of the alley is full of weeds, and there is only one inconspicuous path walked by people to settle down. All kinds of domestic garbage are piled in the corner, which also has traces of erosion by the years. There is a thick layer of mottled dust hit by the rain. I don't know whether it was here originally or was blown by the wind.

The windows of the buildings on both sides are crooked, and the glass above has either been removed by someone long ago, or has been broken. Occasionally, a cold wind blows from the other side of the alley, and the decayed window frames make a desolate creaking sound , swaying from side to side, people are always worried about whether it will fall down.

When they walked into the alley, their ears suddenly became quiet, as if they had entered a soundproof room, and even the afternoon sun above their heads seemed to be a bit dimmed, as if blocked by an invisible fog.

There was a chill in Xia Ren's heart, and he felt an ominous atmosphere, but Elliott didn't seem to notice it.

They went deep into the alley, then turned left and entered another even older alley.

The place is so narrow that it can only accommodate two people walking side by side, and the curved and drooping eaves above the head almost completely cover the sunlight. There are strange noises from the inside of the buildings on both sides. I don’t know if it’s a small animal moving or some furniture. The sound of collapsing.

After walking about tens of meters, Elliot stopped in front of a building.

Xia Ren saw the quaint gate in front of him, which had been rotten by moths, but there were several neat rows of holes on the door, and then Xia Ren realized that it might be that the decorations on the previous door had fallen off. subsequent traces.

The bottom edge of the gate had already touched the ground, and part of the connection with the door frame had fallen off. It was only supported by its own weight and the soil on the ground, so it did not fall down.

But it was obviously impossible to push the door, Xia Ren even suspected that if he went up to touch it, it might fall backwards and break into pieces.

Fortunately, the door opened a gap that was just enough for people to pass through, so they didn't have to take the risk of pushing the door.

Elliott walked in front and said: "After I first knew that Pickman's studio was here, I was still wondering why he was looking for such a deserted house, but after thinking about it, maybe this kind of uninhabited place The ancient house may bring more inspiration to his creation.

But to be honest, this kind of place is really remote, and it's hard for normal people to find it. It may be that there is something in the dark that attracts Pickman, and his attributes are naturally compatible with this kind of place. . "

They walked into the foyer, the sunlight outside was blocked by the thick walls, and could only illuminate a small area inside the door obliquely. The bright light and the dense darkness that seemed to be solid were clearly demarcated, just like the intersection of two worlds .

"Pickman! Pickman, are you there?"

Elliott yelled.

His voice disappeared into the darkness, just like the light that strayed in at the door, it was swallowed up by the house without any echo.

Again, no one responded.

Elliott turned around, comforted Xia Ren with an awkward smile and said, "Don't worry, Pickman sometimes goes back to the basement to find inspiration, and it's normal that he can't hear."

It can be seen that he has been here many times, walked to the wall very skillfully, picked up an oil lamp on the table that was rendered almost black by dust, and lit it.

Elliott took two steps forward with the oil lamp in his hand, then turned back and said, "Why don't you wait for me here, it's too dark down here, I'm afraid you won't get used to it, if I find Pickman, I will Bring him up."

Xia Ren shook his head: "I'll go down with you."

"Ok."

Elliott is a little happy, at least so far, the other party has not hated himself.

Moreover, he knew about the situation in the basement. Most women were afraid of the dark. Walking together might enhance their relationship.

All in all, it was a good start for him.

With the help of the flame of the oil lamp, Xia Ren could see the flashy carvings on the walls around the hall. Although these carvings were basically covered with thick dust and cobwebs, it was still easy for people to imagine the past here. brilliant.

Elliot held an oil lamp and opened a door near the corner.

Inside the door is a downward staircase. The depths of the staircase are surrounded by darkness, and a gust of cool breeze blows upwards from the inside, making one's spine shiver unbearably.

Xia Ren couldn't help shrinking his shoulders, a layer of goosebumps appeared on the skin of his arms.

The two walked down the narrow stairs, with only the sound of footsteps in their ears, and the flame of the oil lamp swayed with their movement, as if it might go out at any time, and the darkness that was driven back by the light also faded away. close.

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Chapter 535 Ancient Dream: Pickman's Oil Painting

Before actually entering the basement, oppression came from all directions, Xia Ren's chest seemed to be blocked by a huge rock, and the sound of breathing became a little rough.

Naturally, the old house has no electricity, so it can only be illuminated by candlelight. Elliott walked down the last step, holding an oil lamp, and shouted: "Is there anyone? Pickman, it's me, Elliott."

However, no one responded.

The surrounding darkness seemed to be getting thicker, and the candlelight could only barely illuminate a small area in front of him. The decayed atmosphere permeated the air, and after a few breaths, his stomach would churn.

"It's strange, the places Pickman can go to are limited, if not here, where else can he go?"

Elliot frowned, walked to the wall gropingly, and lit several wall lamps here with the lamp in his hand.

The basement is somewhat brighter, at least the outline of the room is revealed.

The area here is about [-] square meters, and there are several wooden boxes stacked in the corner, as well as some sundries.

The box is old, and the iron sheet used to fix the wooden boards is corroded by red rust. It is estimated that even if it is taken to the waste station outside, the boss may not accept it, and most of the sundries are dirty. The fabric is like being stirred in a mud pit for a few times and then taken out. I don't know what effect it has here.

In addition, there are more than a dozen oil paintings more than one meter long stacked vertically in the basement, covered with black cloth, and an empty easel is erected against the wall, with a chair next to it.

The surrounding walls are made of rectangular gray bricks, but I don't know if it's stained with grease or for other reasons. It gives people a texture like granite, which reflects a faint light under the candlelight.

Xia Ren lifted the black cloth and wanted to see the content of the oil painting, but Elliot stopped it in time.

"Pickman's paintings are not suitable for ordinary people to watch. Really, if you don't want to have nightmares at night like me, you'd better put away your curiosity and don't look at it."

Xia Ren paused, and said, "It's okay, I've been very courageous since I was a child."

Elliot heard that, although he didn't want her to watch it, he couldn't say anything more.

Elliott agrees with Xia Ren's claim that he is brave. After all, ordinary women would not dare to go through the poor areas controlled by violent gangs alone to find their brother-in-law.

"I'll help you."

Elliott sighed, and stepped forward to help Xia Ren lift the oil painting to see clearly what was on it.

With the help of shaking candlelight, Xia Ren saw the scene depicted in the painting.