Chapter 240: Hanging

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[Star Moon Art Creation School] The school gate was adorned with a modern starry sky design, making it look like a pricey institution;yet, students studying here didn’t have to spend a single cent, they could even earn their living expenses through creation. Primary school pupils with scores above 90 in all subjects and who passed the special art test could come here to study, as long as they produced an award-winning piece at the school exhibition within six years, they would be eligible to advance to corresponding art universities for further studies. This school held a high degree of prestige locally, ranking fifth in the comprehensive assessment, and the students who were accepted here generally had promising futures. Many children from less privileged families were among the students learning here. The school, which originally had a rich artistic atmosphere, was suddenly overshadowed by an unforeseen suicide event. Due to the special social structure and pressure from above, classes continued as usual, however, the teachers and students were always in pairs, and it was rare for anyone to be alone. By evening, everyone had returned to their dorms, and no one dared to venture out. Yi Chen still chose the most common attire, a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. Taking the student ID given by the organization, he ‘coincidentally’ got assigned to a double dormitory without a roommate, creating an ‘isolated’ situation. As soon as he stepped into the dormitory and set down his suitcase, a sense of being watched came from outside the window, His long-term life in the Orphanage and two years as a ‘temporary worker’ enabled Yi Chen to determine with certainty that someone was spying on him from the shadows;obviously, he had been targeted. Suppressing the excitement and the upturning of his lips, Yi Chen began to perform perfectly, casting himself as a new student who had been delayed for some reason. Taking his painting materials, he went to the teaching building to start his first class at the art school. When he entered a crowded area, the feeling of being watched also disappeared. Thanks to the artistic foundation laid down in the Orphanage, Yi Chen was no worse off than the on-campus students here, even exceeding most in certain areas. Putting aside the dark side of the Orphanage, its education was among the very best. Although the teachers at this art school all came from prestigious universities with rich resumes, in Yi Chen’s opinion, none of the artistry and teaching standards could compare to those of Fang Qiong—the Orphanage teacher who was secretly infatuated with Yi Chen and who would follow him at a set schedule every day. After a full day of classes, many teachers praised Yi Chen, hoping he would visit their offices or even their homes for more in-depth exchanges after class. Unfortunately, Yi Chen refused each invitation;he was not here to study. As Yi Chen left the teaching building and walked into a sparsely populated area, the feeling of being watched slowly returned. But it was just that, watching, with no further action. The person hiding in the shadows was very cautious. Yi Chen didn’t intentionally go to places where people were few;he just integrated himself completely into the campus, living like an ordinary student. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Time moved on to the fifth day of his admission. On Friday night, there was a film appreciation class, which was the only evening class of the week. Unfortunately, when the class ended, a heavy rain started outside the teaching building, and roommates shared school uniforms for shelter as they went home together. Yi Chen, living alone in a single dormitory, naturally didn’t have a companion, so he took this opportunity to stay in the screening room until the rain lessened. Two hours passed, and the teaching building was deserted, with very few people wandering outside the entire school. When Yi Chen was alone in the building’s elevator, he found that the button for [3] had been pressed in advance, and all other buttons were out of order. Ding-dong! The door opened on the third floor. At the entrance was a painting board with an arrow symbol, pointing to the right. When Vision received the image on the painting board, a strong sense of urgency accompanied it, as if a woman whispered in Yi Chen’s ear, “Come quickly~ I’m waiting for you in the studio~” His brain couldn’t resist;the hypnotic effect even made use of his biological instincts to stimulate his body further. Under the effect of hypnosis, Yi Chen’s previously panicky expression gradually became serene, and he walked in the direction indicated by the arrow, with a dazed look. The studio at the end of the hallway had its door wide open, with a blood-stained arrow painting positioned at the entrance, continuing to provide hypnotic guidance. Walking into the studio, the arrow paintings were arranged in a circle, all pointing to the middle where stood a white-dressed young girl who fit contemporary beauty standards and Yi Chen’s age group, with open arms as if to embrace him. Unable to refuse, he fell deeper and deeper, moving forward to embrace the girl. Her soft, warm arms slowly wrapped around his neck, getting thinner and softer, and colder… until they tightened into a noose, completely strangling the neck, and he was forcefully hanged. Crack! Yi Chen was hanged, the white rope tightly squeezing his neck. Meanwhile, a lady dressed in a white dress stood below, looking up and admiring this exquisitely perfect scene of hanging. She picked up the brush in her hand and began to paint on the spot, ready to fully capture this image of death and despair as one of her important collectibles. This lady was not unfamiliar;she was one of the teachers at the art school, who had even taught Yi Chen a class two days before. Due to Yi Chen’s desperate struggle, his body rotated half a turn in the air so that his back faced the lady who was painting. She did not mind;this struggling figure was also worth capturing, and she happened to lack a painting of a suicide from this angle. As time slipped by, the struggling gradually ceased until his legs stretched out, and even the short gasps of breath stopped completely. Strangely enough, Yi Chen’s hands, which clutched the noose, were still not dangling down but were slightly moving. The woman was curious too;her painting was finished, and the subject of her art should be completely dead. She wondered why the hands were still moving around the facial area. “Clearly dead, yet the hands won’t fall… Some kind of post-mortem reflex or something?” Out of curiosity, the lady waved her hand and gently manipulated the hanging noose, making the youth with his back turned to rotate toward her. As the noose twisted, the hanging youth turned around with a faint smile. His eyes were closed as he applied makeup, a different kind of “Dead Man Makeup” was completed. “Teacher… would you like to take one from the front as well?” Hiss~ The black liquid seeping from the center of his brow had already reached his neck, rapidly eroding the white rope. “You are!” Just as the woman prepared to manipulate more white ropes to physically bind Yi Chen, the knot broke, the shadow fell, and a face painted in pallid white and crimson of the “Dead Man Makeup” pressed right in front of her, shocking the woman into a dazed state. At that moment, Yi Chen’s fingers plunged into the center of his brow, digging out more black liquid to form an even finer and more lethal noose. He looped it backwards around the woman’s neck, hoisting her high up. All done! Just as Yi Chen pulled out his phone to call the organization, asking the funeral staff to collect the fresh “Bizarre,” Buzz buzz buzz~ Suddenly a cacophony of electromagnetic noise came through the phone, causing Yi Chen a bit of tinnitus, forcing him to move the phone away. As the ringing in his ears dispersed, the surroundings began to change. The dimly lit studio was slowly stripped away to reveal a European-style hotel lobby, where a supporting stone pillar lay shattered on the floor, indicating that a fierce battle had taken place. Not far away stood a knight’s body, beheaded and missing its right arm, yet standing upright. The “Bizarre” Yi Chen had hung from the ceiling had turned into a handsome young man in a suit, in his twenties, with a face quite similar to his own, but skewed more towards that of a Westerner. Watching the hanged young man, Yi Chen couldn’t help but shout out a name all too familiar— “William.” Buzz! The moment the name was uttered, Yi Chen’s ego consciousness instantly transferred to the hanging young man, and with it, a different kind of “Dead Man Makeup”…

Chapter 240: Hanging

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