The raws were pulled (real-time) from: https://www.zhaishuyuan.com/chapter/24249/20538939

The blood leaf looks like a balloon with wrinkles on the ground, and if not dragon and torch blocks, these dirty things are probably climbing to Chen Ge.

渗血的人脸好像被放了气的皮球,皱皱巴巴贴在地面上,如果不是朱龙和张炬阻挡,这些脏东西估计已经爬到了陈歌身上。

“Looks like this brother doesn’t want to talk to us.”

“看来这位兄弟并不想跟我们好好交谈。”

The blood in the studio is spreading, and Chen Ge stands behind the dragon and the torch, using Red-clothed in front of Yin Eyes.

画室内血色在蔓延,陈歌站在朱龙和张炬身后,使用阴瞳上下打量面前的红衣

Blood spills, Red-clothed shakes, skin hangs, and every step he walks, he loses his face from his coat.

血液溅落,红衣摇摆,皮肤上悬挂着种种刑具,他每走一步,都会有碎脸从外衣中掉落。

It is unfortunate that Chen Ge met the Red-clothed category, which is extremely dangerous.

红衣之中也分三六九等,很不幸,陈歌他们遇到的这个红衣属于极度危险的那一类。

But this is also a more strange place for Chen Ge, where the torch and dragon are not afraid of anything in the face of such Red-clothed, and they are different from Xu Yin’s madness in the bones, losing reason.

不过这也是更让陈歌奇怪的地方,张炬和朱龙在面对这样一个红衣的时候丝毫不畏惧,他们和许音那种疯狂到骨子里,丧失理智的拼杀不同。

Jules and torches are rational, and their faces are calm, and it seems that one voice in the head is telling them that there is no need to be afraid.

朱龙和张炬很理智,他们的表情很平静,似乎脑海中有一个声音在告诉他们,根本没有必要害怕。

Red-clothed, after seeing dragons and torches, did not start immediately, and he slowed his head up, and the whole face was covered by wet hair.

红衣在看到朱龙和张炬后,也没有立刻动手,他缓缓抬头,整张脸被湿漉漉的头发盖住。

Chen Ge can see a face full of black blood vessels through black hair sewers, pale, sick, it seems to be laughing.

陈歌能透过黑发缝隙看到一张布满黑色血管的脸,苍白,病态,它似乎是在笑。

“Dick.”

“滴答。”

A middle-aged man’s face fell down the sleeve of Red-clothed and fell between Chen Ge and him.

一张中年男性的脸顺着红衣的袖子口脱落,掉在了陈歌和他中间。

“Save me, this devil who likes to skin, save…”

“救救我,这个喜欢剥皮的魔鬼,救……”

papa!

“啪!”

Don’t wait for middle-aged man to say that a blood-born shoe fell back on his face.

不等中年男人说完,一只被血染红的防砸鞋就重重落在了他的脸上。

His words were forcibly interrupted, and the whole face was split apart.

他的话被强行打断,整张脸已经四分五裂。

It’s quiet in the house, and it’s just because it’s quiet, it’s clear that the blood drops out.

屋内很安静,正因为安静,所以血液滴落的声音格外清晰。

The blood on that shoe became deeper, and the original color was covered, as if it was blood red itself.

那只防砸鞋上的血色变得更深了,原本的颜色被掩盖,好像它本身就是血红色的一样。

“Let’s get out of here, his goal is not us.” The weak weekly map looks at the Red-clothed, and he can’t hide: “He stays here, just to wait this day, and he wants to see scenario in the studio for the first time, because he’s both a manager and a participant.”

“我们让开吧,他的目标不是我们。”虚弱的周图抬头看向那个红衣,目光不躲不闪:“他留在这里,就是为了等待这一天,他想要第一个看到画室内的场景,因为他既是管理者,又是参与者。”

“Participating?”

“参与者?”

“He’s the author of the sixth painting, connected to two monster who broke the world!”

“他就是第六幅画的作者,连接两个颠倒世界的怪物!”

When Chow Tutu said that, his eyes were staring at that Red-clothed, and his memory was awake, and at that time, despite weakness, there was a special atmosphere on his body.

周图在说这些的时候,眼睛一直盯着那个红衣,他的记忆已经苏醒,此时虽然虚弱,但是身上却多出了一股特殊的气质。

Red-clothed not at all because he was called monster, and he seemed to love that call.

门口的红衣并没有因为被称为怪物而生气,他似乎还很喜欢这个称呼。

The footsteps were ringing inside the painting room, and Red-clothed and Chen Ge wiped their shoulders, left a piece of blood and walked to the center of the studio.

脚步声在油画室内响起,红衣陈歌擦肩而过,留下一地的血迹,走到了画室中央。

He finally stopped next to the sixth painting and looked at the oil paintings that had been completely non-existent.

他最后停在了第六幅画旁边,看着那早已面目全非的油画。

Chen Ge remembers the contents of the sixth painting, a man carrying a big mirror in the dance room, and then he slipped, and the mirror was broken.

陈歌依稀记得第六幅画上的内容,一个人扛着舞蹈室的大镜子,结果不小心滑倒,镜子被摔碎。

The earth is all over the mirror, and every fragment shows a blood red man’s face.

地上到处都是镜子的碎片,每个碎片里都倒映着一张血红色的人脸。

“Leave him alone, let’s go first.” Chow Tutu was held by Wang One City and walked outside the door.

“别管他,我们先走。”周图被王一城扶着,朝门外走去。

Chen Ge also does not want to go up with this monster for a while, along with other members of the community, to flee downstairs.

陈歌也暂时不想和这个怪物对上,跟随其他社团成员一起朝楼下逃去。

“Still jumping the window?”

“还跳窗吗?”

Wang One pulled the door to the classroom, and the mannequin sculpture in the house was covered in white, whispering out of each and everyone’s blood jewellery.

王一城拉开旁边教室的门,屋子里被白布盖着的人偶雕塑出现异动,白布下面悄然浮现出一个个血珠。

“Most of the painting materials and props in the experimental building were just made of that pervert.” The weekly face is still poor, and not at all because of the departure from the studio: “Including red paints and those stinking paintings.”

“实验楼内的大部分绘画材料和道具都是刚才那个变态做的。”周图脸色仍旧很差,并没有因为离开画室就有好转:“包括红色的颜料和那些发臭的油画布。”

Needless to be detailed, everyone has understood how the paintings were produced.

不用周图细说,大家都已经明白那些绘画材料是怎么制作出来的了。

“Has that many people died in this abandoned school?” Chen Ge has some doubts: “I saw a few stores in fourth floor, all of which are filled with ‘painting materials’?”

“这废校里死过那么多人吗?”陈歌有些疑惑:“我在四楼可是看到了好几个库房,里面都堆满了‘绘画材料’。”

“I do know a lot, but it doesn’t mean I know anything.” The weekly chart is weird about Chen Ge, not good, not bad than before. It’s just a whisper from his words.

“我确实知道很多东西,但这并不代表我什么都知道。”周图对陈歌的态度很奇怪,和之前相比,说不上好,也说不上坏,只是能从他的话语中听出一丝忌惮。

Suddenly, there was a tremendous impact in the painting room behind it, and it seemed to several people that the Red-clothed monster ridge was completely open, backwards were swept, one rib was extended to both sides, and each bone was carrying a brutal tool.

身后的油画室内突然传出一声巨响,几人扭头看去,那个红衣怪物的脊骨完全张开,后背胀大,一根根肋骨向两边延伸,每一根骨头上都悬挂着一种残忍的工具。

He stood on the door, and it seemed that the painting was being modified with the tools on his own.

他背对房门站立,似乎是正在用自己身上的工具去修改那幅画。

“Stay away from him.” Chow Tutu asked Wang One to open the window and take himself down.

“离他远点。”周图让王一城推开窗,先带自己下去。

The glass windows were opened, the first to leave the Chow Map and King I City, Chen Ge follow closely from behind, but suddenly when he was standing next to the window, he fell apart.

玻璃窗户被推开,周图和王一城最先离开,陈歌紧随其后,可当他站在窗户旁边时,忽然楞了一下。

In the shadow of the southeast corner of the experiment building, he stood by a man in black shoes, in white faces, in the eyes, in the hands of a little girl’s sleep skirt and a circle for dogs.

实验楼东南角的阴影里站着一个人,他穿着黑色皮鞋,脸色苍白,眼神阴沉,手里抱着一套小女孩的睡裙和一个用来拴狗的项圈。

“White Teacher?”

“白老师?”

Chen Ge owns Yin Eyes, sees white Teacher and sees blood on the girl’s sleep dress: “What happened to his daughter?”

陈歌拥有阴瞳,一眼就看见了白老师,也看到了女孩睡裙上的血迹:“他的女儿出事了?”

White Teacher, hiding in the shadow, also found Chen Ge, who seemed to have been stuck here long ago, probably because he had no idea that Chen Ge was there.

躲藏在阴影里的白老师也发现了陈歌,他似乎早就蹲守在这里了,估计是因为没有想到陈歌身边有其他人在,所以才一直没有动手。

“This is a real white Teacher, and I took his papers and replaced him, and if I let my students know it’s not good.” Chen Ge thinks they should guess that they’re not Teacher at school, but none of this window paper has stabbed, and at least everyone on the surface is trying to maintain the stability of the community.

“这个可是货真价实的白老师,我拿走了他的证件,顶替了他的身份,这些事情如果让我的学生们知道恐怕不太好。”陈歌觉得张炬他们应该能猜到自己不是学校老师,不过这层窗户纸谁都没有捅破,至少表面上大家都在努力维持社团的稳定。

“We have to find a reason to kill him, destroy him, and I should have a lot of people around me.” Chen Ge also hid a Specter in his shadow, which is the most dignified ghost, and he’s now a chess in Chen Ge’s hands.

“得找个理由把他干掉,毁尸灭迹这种事,我身边应该有很多人都擅长。”陈歌影子里还躲着一个厉鬼,对方算是最没有尊严的原鬼,他现在反倒成了陈歌手里的一枚棋子。

With the decision, Chen Ge looked towards White Teacher’s eyes became soft, and he stepped up and jumped downstairs less than a minute ago.

有了决定,陈歌看向白老师的目光都变得柔和了,他加快动作,只用了不到一分钟时间就跳到了楼下。

“Where’s the man?” After two feet down, Chen Ge looked at the corner of the experimental building, and White Teacher was gone.

“人呢?”双脚落地之后,陈歌再朝实验楼角落看,白老师已经不见了踪影。

“What are you doing?” The weekly sound is getting smaller, and it makes people feel like I’m going to disappear at any time: “I don’t have much time, something I have to tell you, it’s about my life and Death.”

“你在干什么?”周图的声音越来越小,给人的感觉仿佛随时都会消散一样:“我的时间不多了,有些东西我必须要告诉你们,这关乎我能不能找回自己,也关系你们每个人的生死。”

“Come on, we listen.” Cheers and dragons stand around Chen Ge, and they’re surrounded.

“说吧,我们听着呢。”张炬和朱龙站在陈歌左右,他们几人围在一起。

“Thirteen paintings in the painting room represent 13 people, each of whom is as terrifying as Red-clothed we just met.” The weekly chart breathed a breath, waiting for Wang One City to bring him into the bush, to keep his mouth open after the experimental building: “The sequence and power are irrelevant, completely random, but there is one exception.”

“油画室里十三幅画代表着十三个人,他们每个都和我们刚才遇到的红衣一样,非常恐怖。”周图喘了一口气,等王一城将他扶到树丛中,远离了实验楼后才继续开口:“排序和实力无关,完全随机,但是有一个例外。”

“Exceptions?”

“例外?”

“Number one is an exception, and I don’t have any memory of number one, just knowing that he likes painting, and he’s a painter.”

“一号是个例外,我没有任何关于一号的记忆,只知道他很喜欢画画,他是一个画家。”

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