Soul Painter

　　 After the mission is completed.

　　 Gaofan displays the status in the system as follows:

　　SAN value 49/25, color 54, structure 57, line 55, anatomy 8, psychology 6, and then, there is another weird skill value, that is, survey 10.

　　 In Gao Fan, he successively brushed the books and questions of "Anatomy" and "Psychology". After brushing to the entry level, the rewards given by the system became ‘investigation’.

　　 As for the system-defined painter, why should he learn to ‘investigate’? Gao Fan had guessed it before, but to no avail, now he got it, and he doesn’t know how to use it.

　　 Before, Gao Fan’s judgment was that the ‘investigation’ skill value for the painter’s three major items should not have been improved. Now that he is rewarded, it is true.

　　 It is 4 am now, and Gao Fan is watching his work, this perfectly imitated "Hell's Gate", while feeling extremely tired and extremely chaotic.

　　 That feels amazing.

　　 The sense of comfort after finishing a work effectively relieved the madness of too low SAN value, like a fire burning everything in the body, but swimming in the blue and cold ocean.

　　 Gao Fan’s SAN value is 49 right now.

　　 This is already the standard of a madman through and through.

　　 I'm crazy...but it feels good. This thought made Gao Fan laugh.

　　 Then, he stared at the painting and said to himself: "A good copy, but it's a poor work."

　　 "Yes, there is everything in this painting, but there is no yourself." Another Gao Fan said.

　　 "Yes, there is no me." Gao Fan looked at himself, "Then who are you?"

　　 "I am you, but the difference is that I am omnipotent. Come on, I can fulfill your wish." Another Gao Fan said.

　　 "I hope... world peace~" Gao Fan said.

　　 "I can't do this, it's beyond my ability." said Gao Fan.

　　 "So you are not omnipotent haha~" Gao Fan seemed to hear a huge joke, and he smiled and bent down.

　　Sorry...I'm schizophrenic...I'm talking to myself, as if I'm talking to another person...

　　 Gao Fan laughed while realizing that he was really going crazy.

　　Hello...System, system, help me add SAN value!

　　 The 25 points of SAN value rewarded by the system, with a mysterious mechanism, flooded into Gao Fan's brain like a tide, and Gao Fan's reason greedily absorbed these SAN values ​​like a long-dried land.

　　 Like a skull divided into eight petals, pour a basin of ice water.

　　 Gao Fan shuddered, regaining his ability to examine and control himself.

　　 "It's very risky." Gao Fan looked at his 74 SAN value, with lingering fears, "Almost schizophrenic."

　　 Gao Fan can't guarantee that after going crazy, he still remembers the existence of the system. If he has spare SAN value and cannot add to his sanity, it will be a joke.

　　 Now, my mind is awake, and then the tiredness is flooded all over my body.

　　 I have been too tired these few days. I still don’t feel it when I was crazy. Now once I regain my senses, I immediately feel fatigue. Gao Fan’s eyelids are fighting straight, and it seems that I can’t open it.

　　 So Gao Fan stood up swayingly, out of the studio, facing the faint morning light, breathing a breath of cold air, and preparing to go back to the dormitory to sleep for a long time.

　　 At this time, a security guard appeared in front of Gao Fan.

　　 In other words, it's a guy in a security suit... a weird guy.

　　 staggers gait, seems to be drunk.

　　 The hat is lowered, obviously to hide the face.

　　 What's in your pocket, is that a wine bottle?

　　 Holding a lighter in your hand?

Arsonists?

　　 A series of information emerged from Gao Fan’s observation, and at the same time a conclusion was drawn...arsonist.

　　 This instinctive thinking mode seems to link many details together into a conclusion.

　　 Gao Fan didn't have such ability before.

　　 He immediately looked at the ‘Investigation’ skill in his system menu.

　　 Is this the ability that this skill brings him?

　　 These thoughts had just passed through his mind, Gao Fan had already looked at the studio behind him. The security guard, the weird man who was judged to be the arsonist, was obviously going to the studio.

　　 "Hey! What are you going to do?"

　　 Gao Fan passed by the two sides, turned around and chased him a step, and grabbed the security guard's hand.

　　 It feels very weird to start.

　　 seems to be holding a snake.

　　 The security guard's wrist had a scaly smooth feeling, greasy and slippery, Gao Fan didn't hold it.

　　What is this...!

　　 The high-level movement caused the security to stare at him. He turned his head sharply, his neck twisted ninety degrees, and a pair of eyes staring at Gao Fan under his hat.

I go……!

　　 The security guard's action made Gao Fan's brain explode.

　　 Normal people can't do this action.

　　 I'm afraid I will have to enter the coffin if my neck is twisted like this.

"you……"

　　 Gao Fan retreated in amazement and let go of the security guard's hand.

　　 In the next moment, the security guard made a movement that made Gao Fan's bloodline cold.

The face under his hat suddenly protruded forward and stretched out like a snake. A face is horribly deformed, stretched and opened like a flower petal, and in the opened face are circles of red round teeth with sharp teeth. .

　　 This is a scene that can only be seen in horror movies.

　　 Or, the people in the painting I saw in the "Hell's Gate"... When they stretched out, they should look like this!

　　 This thought made Gao Fan horrified and then backed and back again, and the snake-like face with a huge mouth kept rushing forward and then forward again.

boom!

　　 Gao Fan hit the wall.

　　 And that snake-like face with a huge mouth suddenly bit up.

　　 Gao Fan subconsciously raised his arms to cover his head and face, but after a second, the imaginary biting sensation did not appear.

Huh?

　　 Gao Fan put down his arms, only to see that there was nothing in front of him.

　　What a snake-like face with a huge mouth, what a weird security guard, all are gone, leaving only the studio in the dark morning light standing in front of him.

　　I'm too tired...have hallucinations?

　　 Because the painting is too tired...so you think the person in the painting has run out?

Gao Fan had to subconsciously check his SAN value. Fortunately, it was still 74, which did not decrease. The snake-like face with a huge mouth just appeared, although terrifying, but appeared for a short time. Gao Fan once looked directly at the'God'. , Psychological resistance has been significantly enhanced.

　　 At this moment, he suddenly squatted down and picked up a lighter on the ground.

　　 is the kind of ordinary disposable lighter.

　　 Click.

　　 Click.

　　 Gao Fan subconsciously pressed the lighter twice and frowned as he watched the orange flames shining in the cold air in the early morning.

　　 and not far away.

　　 In the darkness that the dawn cannot shine.

　　 A figure also frowned and looked at all of this. The dark corner where he was, seemed to be surging and boiling with every air particle, making a low roar that humans could not hear.

　　 In the shadow, he is trying his best to soothe the roars from the painful souls.

　　……

　　 a few hours later.

　　 Awakens Gao Fan.

　　 is not a dream.

　　 is the call of the dormitory administrator.

　　 Of course, they should have knocked on the door, but Gao Fan, who was in a drowsy dream, did not hear it.

　　 And the summoning sound was like the muffled thunder that echoed in the sky and the earth in ancient times, and it hit Gao Fan's ears one after another.

　　 "Gao Fan, Gao Fan..."

Oh?

　　 Gao Fan opened his eyes in a daze, and several people stood in front of him.

　　 Three minutes later, Gao Fan finally awoke.

　　 He frowned and looked at the two people in front of him.

　　 "Hello, I am Guo Xiangli, the regional director of STK~www.novelmt.com~Gao Fan, some things need to be verified by you."

　　 A middle-aged man in a black suit showed a gentle smile to Gao Fan.

　　 "Are you a policeman?" Gao Fan asked out of anger.

　　 "No." Guo Henry shook his head.

　　 "Then why should I cooperate with you?" Gao Fan lay down again, and decided to continue sleeping.

"In certain incidents, we have administrative and law enforcement powers that are treated as the police, and your information is also submitted to us by the police. Therefore, as a citizen, you must cooperate with us as a citizen." Say.

　　 "Oh..." Gao Fan looked at Guo Henry, "What are some events?"

hehe. Guo Henry smiled mysteriously.

　　 Fifteen minutes later.

　　 Gao Fan and Guo Henry are sitting in the cafe in the school cafeteria.

　　 It’s already afternoon, after lunch time, it’s very quiet at this time, and I can see couples who don’t have classes here.

　　 "Let's talk, what do you do with you?" Gao Fan said.

　　 "At six o'clock this morning, the National Museum of Art caught fire and destroyed some exhibits. Fortunately, there were no casualties," Guo Henry said.

　　 "Huh?" Gao Fan drank the coffee that Guo Henry bought, and raised his eyebrows with confusion.

　　 "The burned collection is called "The Gate of Hell"." Guo Henry continued.

Oh? Gao Fan's movements stiffened, because he remembered the ‘illusion’ he saw at the entrance of the studio in the morning.

Arsonists?

　　 want to burn the studio?

　　 As a result, the National Museum of Art caught fire, and a picture of "Hell's Gate" was burned. Is this... related?

　　 "On-site monitoring proves that you set the fire." Guo Henry said again.

　　 Gao Fan looked up at Guo Henry.