Hospital No. 444.

Chapter 224 Pan Yizhen
this moment……

The fear that had been sealed away in Dai Ming's heart for many years was awakened again.

The intense fear from childhood hit his heart again, making him tremble deeply into the marrow of his bones.

"You, you still dare to draw her?" Dai Ming walked to Ming Yu's side and asked puzzledly, "Are you really not afraid of drawing her?"

Ming Yu's paintbrush hangs down.

"I don't know either. Only in this matter, I don't know what I think."

She looked at the creepy female ghost in the painting and said, "I haven't told you my real name, have I?"

"Indeed... what's your name?"

Ming Yu raised his hand and scratched the bangs on his forehead.

"My name is Pan Yizhen. When I was very young, my parents divorced, and then I have been living with my mother. My mother has not remarried so far, and has suffered a lot in raising me. But to be honest, The only thing I am good at is painting."

Dai Ming smiled wryly: "Me too."

"But I don't have much retreat. I can only paint, no matter what... She can't come out of the painting and hurt me, but the bills piled up in the mailbox will. Although I can only paint her, but I can't paint well. Very good is a fact. The aesthetics of this era is actually very diverse, so there are people who appreciate such paintings.”

"It's also... the ones who can participate in the exhibition are all the promising painters of the new generation..."

"So I'm still making a little bit of money. But this painting is the only one that's on public display."

Dai Ming looked at Pan Yizhen, and saw himself completely from her.

Because of his love for painting, he would feel fear when he picked up a paintbrush many times.

The feeling of painting like being possessed by something is terrifying.The shadows of childhood often affect a person's life sometimes.

Pan Yizhen then took the paintbrush and started to color.

"Once I started drawing, I couldn't stop. Can you understand me?"

"Yes." Dai Ming nodded and said, "I can understand."

As the only two people who can understand each other, only the other party can fully understand their feelings.

"Why did we draw this woman... person?"

This is a doubt that has haunted Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen for many years.

Pan Yizhen said while grading: "When I was a child, I was really terrified. I wondered if I had some kind of mental illness, or some kind of evil. However, I just couldn't explain why I could draw... Obviously, I have never seen such a woman..."

"In fact, drawing the human body structure is very difficult." Dai Ming never dared to look at Pan Yizhen's paintings.

Then, the room fell into a deathly silence.

"I... I'll leave first. It's not suitable for me to stay in your room all the time at night."

Pan Yizhen immediately looked at Dai Ming, and almost dropped the paintbrush in her hand on the ground.

"Are you going?"

"Well, it's not too late after all. We have already added WeChat anyway, and we will contact you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll send you off..."

"No, you can finish the painting. I'm leaving."

Just when Dai Ming was about to open the door, Pan Yizhen said such a sentence.

"You... can you not go?"

Dai Ming was stunned.

No... isn't it?

A girl, let a guy stay in a hotel room?This... can't have a second meaning, right?Most importantly, this is a single room with only one bed!

"Well, Miss Pan, we just met today... This, isn't it?"

Pan Yizhen looked at Dai Ming, but tears began to glisten in her eyes.

"I'm the same as you. In fact, I'm also very scared... Every time I finish painting, I have nightmares. In the dream, I feel as if the person who sank into the bottom of the sea is me..."

Hearing this, Dai Ming understood Pan Yizhen more and more.Buried in my heart is a terrifying secret that I have been unable to tell or understand to others since I was a child. Because of this secret, I have been subjected to severe psychological torture, and finally... I have encountered the same kind of experience and can fully understand myself.

Pan Yizhen's situation is more serious than Dai Ming's. She has been drawing this terrifying female ghost since she was a child, and her psychological pressure may far exceed her own.I didn't have depression at first, but I was afraid that I would be forced out of depression.

If not, how dare she let herself, a person she just met today, stay in the hotel room?
Looking at Pan Yizhen's eyes, Dai Ming couldn't bear it, so he sat back again.

"Let me draw one too."

When Dai Ming did this, he just wanted to make Pan Yizhen feel better.

After all... that is a painted female ghost after all, no matter what, can she come out of the painting and hurt herself?

Pan Yizhen couldn't believe her own voice.

Dai Ming sent a WeChat message to his parents, saying that he would go out to eat food stalls with his friends at night, and then he was going to spend the night with his friends.

"Give me paper and pen."

Even after such a long time, as soon as Dai Ming's pen touches the paper, he can outline the lines very easily.

Dai Ming never imagined that the first painting as an adult would be under such circumstances this year.

Even after so long, the memory still hasn't faded in the slightest, as if he has always been very familiar with this painting.

While drawing, Dai Ming suddenly stopped writing...

His head lowered slowly, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"Why on earth... the two of us?"

Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen, apart from their talent in art, can be said to be two people who have nothing in common.

This can never be a coincidence.

"Is there some intersection between the two of us that we haven't discovered ourselves?"

This is a possibility that Dai Ming can think of.

Pan Yizhen said, "I never came to City W when I was young. Have you ever been to City D?"

"No."

This phenomenon is a bit too weird.

Dai Ming continued to pick up the paintbrush, as long as he started to paint, he would never stop.

drawing and drawing...

Both of them finally got tired and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Dai Ming woke up again, he found himself lying directly on the sofa.

Pan Yizhen was also sleeping beside her, still holding a paintbrush.

Dai Ming looked at the time, it was four o'clock in the morning.

At this time, through the light of the mobile phone, he saw the painting he had drawn.

Dai Ming opened his eyes wide.

I saw the female ghost floating in the sea, stretching her hands forward, as if about to rush out of the painting!
Dai Ming was so frightened that he almost cried out.

After painting last night, perhaps because he drank a lot of beer, he was very sleepy. After painting, his eyelids were already fighting.

At that time, he was painting with his eyes closed and his head down.

"No... Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

How could he have managed to draw such a lifelike painting in such a half-asleep and unconscious state?
(End of this chapter)