Thriller: I created an alien asylum

The sick man looked at the painting that Cloe had finished, which was named Eye in the Painting.

This world in the painting.

Was it really just for them to peek into Cloe's past?

Shen Yu released his mental power.

He circled around the painting.

Then, he controlled his mental power and rushed into the painting.

Painting in the painting.

Eye in the painting.

Does this name indicate something?

Shen Yu wanted to confirm his guess.

It couldn't be that the appearance of this world in the painting was really for them to watch a movie?

His mental power immersed in the painting in the painting.

In the painting in the painting, there was darkness and nothing.

There was no manor, no deep forest, and no color.

It was obviously the same painting, but the inside was completely different.

Shen Yu's mental power continued to explore the painting.

In the deepest part of the painting, a wave of consciousness came.

Cloe stood in the darkness in a daze, facing this world without color and nothing alone.

Shen Yu's mental power directly condensed into a human form.

Mental power is the embodiment of a person's soul, and the fluctuation of mental power is also difficult to conceal.

When Shen Yu's mental power is in the body of the character card, the body of the character card will conceal Shen Yu's mental power fluctuations.

Otherwise, anyone who has felt Shen Yu's real mental power fluctuations will probably feel that the mental power of those character cards is exactly the same as Shen Yu.

This is exposed on the spot.

Fortunately, when Shen Yu was playing the character card, perhaps there was some mechanism on the character card, and his mental power would be concealed.

Only when the mental power is released, the farther the distance from the character card, the essence of Shen Yu's mental power will be revealed.

This time entering the world of painting in painting.

Shen Yu discovered this, and the human figure he condensed with mental power was closer to his original appearance, rather than the appearance of the character card of the disease.

Shen Yu walked in this darkness.

The faint light of mental power enveloped him, making him look like he was glowing in the dark.

Clo heard the footsteps coming from behind him.

He had a blank expression on his face, as if he couldn't feel the outside world, and he completely closed himself off.

Shen Yu came to Cloe, and when he saw Cloe, he raised his eyebrows.

Cloe's consciousness was actually in this painting.

Who was the Cloe who was out there?

Second personality?

Or was his body occupied by something strange?

Shen Yu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Cloe's eyes, "Cloe."

Cloe moved his eyelashes slightly, as if he was called out of his own world by a voice.

His eyes slowly had some light.

Cloe looked at Cloe standing in front of him with a slow reaction.

He opened his mouth and made a difficult sound: "Who are you?"

"I am the president of the Outer Track Society, Shen Yu."

Shen Yu?

A foreigner?

Cloe looked around in the darkness, where am I? Why am I here?

"Are you trapped here?"

Cloe didn't know how to answer, because he didn't even know what his current situation was.

"I..." He wanted to say something else.

A memory came to his mind, he killed his father...

"I killed him..."

"I killed him..."

Kloe suddenly hugged his head and squatted on the ground, "I killed him."

"I can't paint anymore."

Kloe recalled that whenever he wanted to paint, the memory of killing that man with his own hands would also come to his mind.

This made him unable to write at all.

He obviously hated that man.

But after killing that man, he felt a little regret, maybe that man did too much.

But he shouldn't have killed that man.

Shen Yu put his hand on his shoulder: "You don't need to blame yourself, otherwise, your life will be meaningless."

"This is all my fault."

"This is not your fault."

"I killed him."

"So, what do you want to do? The dead cannot be resurrected, do you want to destroy yourself for this?"

Klo raised his head and asked desperately and painfully: "Then what should I do?"

"I am a sinner."

"Sinner?" Shen Yu retracted his hand, he turned around, put his hands behind his back and said: "I used to think so, I felt that I did something wrong."

Klo couldn't help but look at him.

Shen Yu continued, "I have been pursuing a road with no end. I don't know if this road is right or what the future will be like. Therefore, I broke up with my former friend and embarked on a road that is completely different from his philosophy."

"Maybe I did something wrong."

"But I have no regrets. I am still walking on this road. Even if this road is full of thorns, I can never look back for my ideals and expectations."

"What about you? What is your ideal?"

Clo muttered to himself: "My ideal?"

"My ideal... I once wanted to be an artist."

"But my hands are stained with blood. I can no longer paint. I can't be an artist."

Shen Yu turned his head: "Can you really not paint?"

Clo was stunned. He hesitated and stretched out his hands. These hands were white and slender with clear bones and no thick calluses left by labor.

It is a pair of very well-maintained hands that can only be cultivated without working.

Although his father took advantage of him, he never neglected him when it came to money.

This is why he regrets it.

Maybe his father didn't love him, but in the end he trained him and allowed him to paint without worries.

Shen Yu: "Actually, there are many kinds of paintings. Painting with a pen is one kind. Life is also a long painting. While adding colors to it, you can also paint a magnificent picture."

“Every step you take, you are painting a beautiful painting.”

Crowe's heart trembled.

Shen Yu turned around to face him and stretched out his right hand, "I need your talent. Are you ready to pave the way for my future?"

"I, can it really be done?"

Crowe said hesitantly, but his hand grasped the hand stretched out towards him.

Then, with his keen sense, he smelled a very pleasant smell.

He swallowed.

Shen Yue noticed it and restrained his aura.

However, Crowe looked at Shen Yu hesitantly, "On your body..."

Shen Yu's expression remained unchanged, "That's not important. What's important is, do you still want to stay in this empty painting at this moment?"

"It's time to wake up, Clo Tuskener."

Crowe felt as if his consciousness had broken through something.

The darkness in front of me disappeared, and a bright scenery gradually lit up.

He appeared outside the scroll.

Standing on the familiar yet unfamiliar corridor in the manor.