Compared to oil canvas, oil painting paper was cheaper and easier to handle. It was suitable for beginners' daily training.
However, oil painting was quite unique. Art students usually needed to have a certain foundation in art before they could start to create oil paintings. By then, most of them would have lost interest in oil painting paper. So when Chen Ge saw the oil painting paper on the easel, he was confused. What kind of person created this painting?
Chen Ge's university major was toy design and manufacturing. He had taken some elective courses related to art and art appreciation. He could see something from the simple composition of the painting. The painter was definitely not a beginner.
"It seems like he's constantly trying to express something." Chen Ge's finger slid across the surface of the paper. The top half of the paper was rough while the bottom half was smooth. The texture was completely different. Why did he insist on painting oil? Is it because oil paintings can better express his meaning? "
Two reversed sickrooms and two patients who looked exactly the same. There was no problem with the composition of the painting, but when one touched it with their hands, one would notice that the material on the top and bottom parts of the painting were different.
This is an oil painting. Do I need to smear the paint on it to see the difference?
With the mentality of giving it a try, Chen Ge pulled back the white cloth on the shelf and prepared to choose the paint.
The shelf was large, and the paint there was different from the ones sold in the shops. They were all placed inside glass cups, and there was no label or description.
"Why … is it only red?"
Looking at the rows of glass cups, Chen Ge was stunned. There were many kinds of red on the shelf, but other than red, there was no other color.
He reached out to twist open the lid, and a faded smell of blood drifted out. Chen Ge was certain that this was not the smell of oil painting.
I'll use this.
Chen Ge picked up the brush from the easel and smeared the red liquid inside the cup onto the painting paper.
With the first stroke, Chen Ge noticed the problem.
There seemed to be an invisible dividing line in the middle of the paper. The paint in the cup only left a light red mark on the top half of the paper, but it left behind a dark red handwriting that looked like a scar on the bottom half.
After a few strokes, the painting on the easel changed.
The upper half looked like a ward with a light red light on, but the lower half looked like it was soaked in blood.
The patients in the painting clearly had the same expression, but the feeling they gave off was like heaven and earth.
One of them looked ordinary and had a blank expression on his face. The other was covered in blood, and his face was filled with hatred and resentment.
"Is this painting reflecting the world behind the goal? Or is there a deeper meaning? "
After a few seconds, Chen Ge saw an even more magical scene.
The paper was made of a special material. The color on the top half was slowly fading, while the color on the bottom half was continuously darkening. It was as if the top half of the painting had poured all the blood into the bottom half.
"Isn't the world inside and outside the door exactly like this? The despair from the real world kept surging into the world behind the door. One was purifying itself, and the other was becoming more desperate.
The more Chen Ge looked at it, the more he felt that the painting had something to do with the door. He tried to remove the painting, but he was only halfway through when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Is that thing coming?"
His hair stood on end. Chen Ge gave up on the painting. He picked up the paper from the ground and jogged to the window.
Before Chen Ge entered the building, he had looked around from the outside. The windows of the building did not have anti-theft netting.
Pulling back the thick gray curtain, Chen Ge pushed the window open. He was about to climb out when he saw someone standing at the bottom of the building.
The man had his head lowered, and he was wearing leather shoes. He was tall and thin, and his condition was very abnormal.
"Mr. Bai?"
For some reason, Mr. Bai, who was supposed to be guarding the male dormitory, had appeared around the lab building. He appeared to be looking for something.
Chen Ge's body that was about to roll out of the window retreated. He pulled the curtain closed with lingering fear. "I was almost discovered!"
Looking through the gap in the curtain, Chen Ge saw Mr. Bai wandering around the lab building. He seemed to be hesitating whether to enter the building or not.
"If I jump down from here, I'll land right on his face. What should I do?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The knocking on the door became urgent. Chen Ge was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
His brain was working fast, but the thing outside the door did not plan to give him too much time.
The sound of the key entering the keyhole was like a knife stabbing into Chen Ge's chest. He did not have time to hesitate. The door would be opened in the next moment.
"Whatever, I'll leave this place first."
Carrying the backpack, Chen Ge stepped on the edge of the window.
Since he could not jump down, he would crawl to the side.
He found the right opportunity and moved to the window ledge of the room next door.
"If I hang it outside, sooner or later, Mr. Bai will notice me. This is too obvious."
His hands gripped the air conditioner. Before Chen Ge could catch his breath, the door to the paint storage room was pushed open.
The person inside the room seemed to notice that the window was open and was walking toward it!
The footsteps came closer and closer. If the person poked his head out to look, Chen Ge would be discovered.
"Go to the third floor!"
Gritting his teeth, Chen Ge grabbed the third-floor window ledge with both of his hands. Without any protective gear, he climbed up to the third-floor window.
Just as he climbed up to the windowsill on the third floor, a pale arm stretched out from the window of the paint storage room on the second floor.
Chen Ge stepped on the third-floor window ledge that was as wide as a palm. He did not even dare breathe too loudly.
Maintaining this position exhausted a lot of his energy. If he lost his grip, he would fall.
Chen Ge tried to push open the third-floor window. After he realized it was not locked, he jumped through it without hesitation.
Before he could check what was inside the room, he hid next to the window and watched Mr. Bai in the dark.
"Why hasn't he left yet?"
The third floor was the most dangerous floor. The elevator had stopped at the third floor, and when he took the elevator earlier, the things inside the elevator had gone to the third floor as well.
Frozen in the corner, Chen Ge did not move. He decided to wait in this room until Mr. Bai left before making his next move.
The night breeze blew into the room, and the bright red curtains drifted past his neck. Chen Ge was about to close the window when he suddenly remembered that the curtains on the second floor were gray and black.
His body froze for a second. Chen Ge took several steps back. After he moved away from the window, he immediately opened the door and rushed out.
There was no light in the dark corridor. All the doors to the labs on the third floor were open, and some of them were creaking noisily.
Closing the door behind him, Chen Ge walked into the room on the other side of the corridor.
He thought that if he walked out from the window, he would be on the other side of the building, and he would be able to avoid Mr. Bai.
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