Chapter 424 The Dark Side
Jiang Cheng would not accept this standard villain speech. According to his years of experience in watching movies, generally those who say such words are either cannon fodder or a hidden boss.
But the person standing in front of him was obviously not the former.
According to the normal plot in the movie, the next step is that someone is dissatisfied and even taunts, but the next second they are killed directly by the person who said such words.
And the death was very tragic.
A gloomy atmosphere spread in the room, like adding a gray filter to the room. A faint uneasiness was fermenting, and Jiang Cheng vaguely felt that something was about to happen.
Just as he glanced back and forth, preparing to find a way out, something seemed to move beside him, and he lowered his head to look at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen’s fingers actually moved.
Jiang Cheng’s expression changed.
Although it felt like a long time passed, under the intense mental pressure, in just a few seconds, Jiang Cheng understood what he couldn't figure out before.
So when he saw Lin Chen open his eyes and then sit up in a daze, he didn't show surprise and just watched quietly.
Lin Chen seemed to have forgotten what she had done before. She slowly sat on the bed for a while, her head lowered, and her body was pitifully thin.
A faint gray halo enveloped her. After Lin Chen came back from the dead, the despair in his heart seemed to be getting worse.
She left the bed without wearing slippers, her bare feet just stepped on the cold ground.
Like the walking dead, walk up to the huge picture frame.
The picture frame at this moment did not give Jiang Cheng any artistic beauty at all, and instead made him feel uncomfortable.
Standing in the corner of the wall, the easel that was almost as tall as Lin Chen looked more like a gallows in Jiang Cheng's eyes.
Lin Chen picked up the pen expressionlessly and started creating the next painting.
There is no technique, only heartfelt despair is venting, and the thin drawing paper is like a Shura field at this moment.
It’s hard to imagine what this thin woman has gone through.
Jiang Cheng slowly put down his hand and turned around to look directly into the eyes of the man in black. Those scarlet eyes were also looking at Lin Chen.
It is as if he is looking at one of his most beloved works, and he is as attached as a younger brother to his older sister. It is a touch of attachment like a poppy.
Crazy.
Sick.
What is even more terrifying is the heart-stopping purity.
"Why?" Jiang Cheng looked at the man in black, his previous restraint missing from his words, "She commits suicide at this time every day and then wakes up again."
"You trapped her in this reincarnation. "!" Jiang Cheng said loudly: "You are taking advantage of her despair to create more and more weird stories!"
"I am protecting her," the man in black said without any fluctuations. Looking at the easel The almost crazy woman, her eyes full of fascination, "The reason why my sister is like this is that she doesn't know how to protect herself. She is too cowardly and doesn't know the darkness of this world."
"She always Choose to forgive, choose to swallow your anger, hide everything in your heart, and say nothing to anyone." Wu's expression began to change, and a blood-red curse similar to a spell appeared on his skin, and the atmosphere became a little bit out of control.
“I asked her to kill the people who hurt her, but she refused!”
The black windbreaker Wu Feng turned around, and Wu's shadow appeared on the wall behind him, but the shadow was far taller and more terrifying than Wu, the man in black.
It seems that in Jiang Cheng's eyes, the man in black is nothing more than an appearance, the tip of the iceberg exposed on the water, while the real nothingness is hidden under the cold deep water.
And this tip of the iceberg has forced everyone to despair.
“Only by letting my sister create ghost stories with her own hands, will she know the nature of the world. I will not allow anyone to hurt my sister.”
Looking at Lin Chen who was painting with useless attachment. , it is hard to imagine that such a handsome face has such a pair of sharp eyebrows.
A chill ran through Jiang Cheng's body like an electric current. He felt like he was being targeted by a devil, but he clearly wasn't looking at him.
There is only room for one woman in his eyes.
He just stood there silently, as if he didn't care about anything, and it didn't matter, as long as Lin Chen was still by his side.
Deflecting his gaze, he paused unconsciously at the scene that appeared in the next scene. It was not the man in black staring at him, but his shadow on the wall.
The shadow is formless, far more than 3 meters tall, and part of it is even bent on the ceiling, almost blending into the darkness.
A pair of narrow, scarlet eyes were embedded in it, staring at him coldly.
Jiang Cheng actually read a strong desire in those eyes.
What is it coveting?
From yourself.
"Ah! Ah!" Suddenly a woman's heart-rending scream came. Lin Chen threw away the brush and looked at his work in front of him.
The despair he had accumulated before was squandered. After regaining his consciousness, Lin Chen absolutely could not accept that his own painting could actually draw such a weird painting.
She collapsed, grabbing her body with both hands, and finally her face. Her fair skin was torn apart, leaving traces of blood.
Jiang Cheng felt hurt just looking at it.
Taking advantage of the undistracted moment of the man in black, Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated and rushed over with a quick stride, reaching for his pocket at the same time.
It is self-evident what he is going to do.
Show Lin Chen's old painting, the kind face behind the man in black Wu, to awaken her memory of the past and the original intention of creating Wu.
Creation is nothing more than a means for Lin Chen to escape reality. What she wanted to create at the beginning was the good side.
As for the darkness of this dark side, its appearance is just a terrible derivative.
What is even more frightening is that this derivative actually controls the creator and completely suppresses the good side.
But fortunately, he cannot destroy the good side.
Just like no matter how strong a person is, he will never be able to eliminate his own shadow.
A terrifying pressure came from behind, and the light of the sword instantly illuminated the small room.
What’s even weirder is that although Wu is clearly behind him, Jiang Cheng feels as if the knife is about to land between his eyebrows.
But fortunately, Jiang Cheng was a little bit faster after all.
A slight wound had opened between the eyebrows, and a few drops of bright red blood dripped along the eyebrows. The kind-faced helplessness was hidden deep in Lin Chen's heart.
Only through this painting!
Only in this way can we awaken the good side and put an end to all this.
But the next second, Jiang Cheng stopped.
His hands were in his pockets and he did not take out the painting.
Lin Chen stood in front of him confused, with a look of pain and confusion on his face. Everything seemed real and true.
And the blade that was about to cut Jiang Cheng open between his eyebrows suddenly disappeared.
There was a strange calm floating in the air, as if nothing had happened. (End of this chapter)