Chapter 712 What It Looks Like

There was a mystery in Zhu Li's words, and I seemed to understand but not understand: "The tenants in the building are divided into humans and pigs?"

"That's right."

I saw a trace of hidden contempt on his face: "I have seen a lot of pig-related content in your works. Does the pig in your words have any special meaning?"

Zhu Li was a little surprised when he heard my question, and then a strange expression appeared on his face, which seemed to be a smile. In front of me and Bai Yaer, he took off his tattered and smelly pants to his knees.

At first I didn’t understand what this man was doing, but when I saw the two completely different colors on his thighs, I was shocked, a little shocked, and a little disgusted - there was a piece of stitched on the outside of his thighs. Pigskin.

"So the protagonist in the photo "Skin Grafting" is you?" I can't understand at all how a person can sew pig skin on himself, and look at the connection between his thigh skin and pig skin. This man seemed to have removed his own skin first, and then performed the skin grafting. He wanted the pig's skin to completely grow on his body.

madman? !

This thought occurred to me more than once. Not only did he attack outsiders, he also refused to let go of himself. This is no longer a simple murder, but a sublimation of cruelty and killing to the spiritual realm.

Thinking of this, I became even more afraid of Zhu Li.

"You must think I'm a lunatic, right?" He stared at me with his bloodshot eyes, as if he had seen through all my inner thoughts: "Sewing pig skin on a human body is a lunatic? What about those who study animals and people in the hospital? What are the doctors who transplant human organs into each other? Are they all crazy too?"

Without waiting for me to refute, Zhu Li continued: "People and pigs have different appearances, but the size and structure of their organs are exactly the same. There is essentially no difference between humans and pigs. It can even be said that the difference between humans and pigs is far greater." Smaller than the differences between people.”

His views are so strange that people can't help but listen to them, as if the devil is whispering.

"Humans and pigs are two different species. The difference is obvious. I don't understand what you are talking about." There was a cold light in my eyes. I understood a truth as early as the live broadcast at Henshan Mental Hospital. When communicating with people with mental disorders, When speaking, you must not think according to the other person's words, because once you agree, you will fall into the quagmire of thinking.

"Objectively speaking, the difference between humans and pigs is very obvious, including appearance and race, but these are the most superficial things." Zhu Li looked up at me: "The real difference is not in appearance, but inwardly. At this point, Humans are far inferior to pigs. Just like you are standing in front of me now, our organs are exactly the same, but there are infinite differences in our thoughts and ideas! The human heart is a maze. The closer two hearts are, the better they understand. The deeper it is, the easier it is to get lost and find each other. This is the gap between people."

Zhu Li explained his artistic concept to me. He was justifying his madness. I did not think deeply about his words because there is one fact that cannot be changed. He took away the lives of innocent people for the sake of his art.

"I'm not interested in the difference between humans and pigs. Don't beat around the bush. You just need to tell me why you divided the residents in the building into pigs and humans." I was afraid of being brainwashed by Zhu Li, so I forcibly interrupted him.

"It's very simple. This place is called a pig cage apartment. The vast majority of tenants living here cannot be called human beings. They are pigs, a kind of despicable and dirty life in the eyes of most people." Zhu Li walked to the corner and said He opened the black cloth on the debris and pulled out a half-meter-long photo frame: "This work of mine is called "The Dinner Party"..."

I have seen the work he produced on Bai Yaer's mobile phone. A pig in a suit is sitting next to the dining table. The table is covered with dinner plates, and on the plate is a dismembered human body specimen.

The real work is more shocking than the one captured by Bai Yaer's mobile phone. This kind of cruelty and callousness directly touches the soul.

Putting aside his personality, Zhu Li's shooting skills are undoubtedly the best in the industry. With the use of composition, casting, light processing and control, and the use of various techniques, this dinner party brings an absolute reality to the viewer.

The pig in the photo seems to have the emotions of a living person. There is a greedy smile on its ugly face. Facing the sumptuous dinner, its index finger is moving, and it wants to pounce on it immediately.

Corresponding to the vivid expression of the pig, the meat on the dinner plate is divided, chopped, and each part has been processed. It is obvious that the photographer is extremely paranoid in treating his work, and even the angle of the severed finger is carefully designed. Yes, every blood thread and hair can be seen clearly.

It's so cruel. Just because I know it's art, I feel even more cruel.

When I was still in shock, Zhu Li's voice sounded in my ears again: "Pigs are omnivorous animals. If you mix chopped pork into pig feed, the pigs will still eat it even if they notice it. This is the same as humans. Same."

He placed the photo frame against the wall, showed a malicious smile, and pointed at the pig in the photo frame: "Look at it, does it look like a human?"

I couldn't understand Zhu Li's thoughts at all, but when he stretched out his finger, I answered him inexplicably: "Like, this pig's expression is very similar to that of a human."

"So the difference between pigs and humans is very small, and some people even become pigs while they are still alive. They are just wearing a human skin. No matter how they reproduce, their descendants will always have pig blood. Blood." Zhu Li covered the photo frame with black cloth again. I watched the cruel picture disappear from my sight, and an idea emerged.

"What does his work seem to be implying? The pig cage apartment experienced war decades ago. According to the clues I have, there should have been cannibalism. Could it be that the pigs in the painting represent cannibals? Zhu Li also said The descendants they have reproduced all have pig blood. Combining the two, does he mean that the descendants of the survivors of the pig cage apartment live in the red building?" My eyelids twitched: "The building is divided into pigs. There are two categories: pigs represent the descendants of the survivors of the ancient building, and humans represent the new tenants who have moved in?”

Zhu Li spoke in a garrulous manner, so I tried to ask him one more question: "There is a blind old lady on the second floor. According to you, which category should she be classified into?"

"Her?" Zhu Li probably didn't expect me to ask this question suddenly. He thought seriously for a while: "She is a human being. She is the only human being in her family."

The old lady startled me when she first entered the building, but I didn't feel any malice from her. I just thought her behavior was strange: "You said she is the only one in her family. Are there other things living in her family?" ?”

Zhu Li glanced at the clock on the cabinet: "It's not early in the morning yet. She should be standing at the door waiting for someone when you go upstairs, right?"

"Yes, she is waiting for her family? No, you said she is the only one in her family. Could it be that she is waiting for her dead wife?" I have experienced too many such things, and I directly said what I thought was the most correct s answer.

"No one knows who she is waiting for." After Zhu Li finished speaking, he stared at me, smiled conspiratorially, and added: "Maybe the person she is waiting for is you."

"That's really possible. After I went upstairs, the old man closed the door and went back to the house." I didn't know whether Zhu Li was joking or had a deeper meaning. I didn't take what he said next to heart and just replied casually. , but what I didn’t expect was that the words I said casually caused the expressions of Zhu Li and Bai Yaer next to me to change.

Zhu Li did not ask me, but stared at Bai Yaer: "You went upstairs with him, was he telling the truth?"

"I don't know, I was drunk and he dragged me all the way up." Bai Ya'er looked very nervous, as if something terrible had happened. She turned around and grabbed my arm, using all her strength, The nails dug into my flesh: "That blind old woman came back to the house after seeing you? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I thought these two people were confused, so I shook off Bai Ya'er's hand and stepped aside: "I'd like to correct two points. First, the old lady is blind and shouldn't be able to see me; second, I clearly remember that she is on the first floor. I went back to the house when the voice-activated light suddenly turned on by itself."

When I went up to the middle of the second and third floors, the voice-activated light on the first floor suddenly turned on. When I turned around, I found that the old lady had closed the big red wooden door at some point and retreated into the house. At that time, only me and Zui were left in the corridor. Bai Ya'er fell down.

"It seems that the old woman is not waiting for you." Zhu Li seemed to be relieved, but within a few seconds his face turned grim again: "Every early morning, the old woman takes the initiative to close the door and turn on the lights on the first floor. It seems that It was that thing that followed you into the red building."

After he finished speaking, Bai Yaer nodded in agreement: "Yes, it must be coming."

"Can you two talk clearly?" When Bai Ya'er was in her room, she said something similar, which made people confused.

"Nothing? Every rainy night in the Red Building, dirty things will enter. As long as you don't open the red wooden door inside, it will be fine." Zhu Li's slender fingers flipped through a pile of photo frames in the corner: "I know you are curious, is it? Don’t you want to know what that dirty thing looks like?”

"have you seen?"

"What do you think?" He suddenly pulled out the two photo frames. This time, the photo frames contained not photos, but pencil sketches.

I looked forward, and after just one glance, goosebumps appeared on the back of my exposed hands.

The first photo frame showed a scrawny human-like thing with teeth marks all over his body and his skin and flesh torn apart, like an antelope that had been bitten by a pack of hyenas on the grassland. The whole body was covered with bruises, and the face was even more horrible to look at. I really don’t know how Zhu Li drew this thing.

The second picture has less visual impact than the first picture, but it is even weirder. A fat man was sketched in pencil on the drawing paper. The strangest thing about this man was that his internal organs were not grown in his belly, but hung outside his belly.