Chapter 12 The Nightmare

As time ticked away, the bizarre, eyeless boy drew closer to the three of them.

While Shen Wei was contemplating whose answer to copy, the alarm clock in front of the Onmyoji, Fujiwara Chiba, suddenly rang.

He had arrived earlier than Shen Wei and the black guy, so his drawing time was up first.

Looking at his artwork, Onmyoji Fujiwara Chiba nodded with satisfaction.

Just then, the strange boy teleported in front of him. He reached out and took Fujiwara Chiba's painting, gently brushing his hand across it. Two eyeballs appeared in the palm of his hand, and he placed them back into his eye sockets.

"Looks like I bet right..."

Seeing this, Onmyoji Fujiwara Chiba couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But what followed was completely unexpected. The strange boy, having regained his eyes, merely glanced at Fujiwara Chiba. Fujiwara Chiba, as if hypnotized, reached for a sharp paintbrush and plunged it into his own eye, pressing hard until it pierced his brain.

Then, Fujiwara Chiba's head crashed onto the drawing table, lifeless.

"Hiss."

Shen Wei and the black guy, Steve, both gasped, their eyes filled with shock.

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling..."

Just then, the alarm clock in front of the black guy, Steve, suddenly rang! This startled both Shen Wei and the black guy.

By the time the two of them had recovered, the strange boy was already standing in front of the black guy, Steve.

Steve tremblingly handed over the sketchbook.

The boy looked down at the sketchbook, without saying a word!

Steve was sweating profusely, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

Just when he was about to give up, the strange boy suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

"I succeeded, I found a way out..."

Steve was overjoyed, cheering loudly. But he didn't notice a pair of pale, cold hands reaching out from behind him, grabbing his head, and twisting it a full 720 degrees.

Steve's neck was twisted into a pretzel, his entire head drooping onto his shoulder, looking extremely horrifying.

Shen Wei, seeing this, was too scared to breathe.

Suddenly, he felt a chill. The strange boy, without him noticing, was standing in front of him, staring at him with lifeless eyes.

"Time is running out, draw! Draw!"

The boy urged Shen Wei with a venomous voice!

Not only that, but the previously dead Onmyoji, Fujiwara Chiba, covered in blood, crawled up from the table. He slowly came to Shen Wei's left side and sat down close to him.

"Draw quickly, draw quickly, there's not much time left..."

Onmyoji Fujiwara Chiba urged Shen Wei in a strange tone!

Steve, whose neck was drooping onto his shoulder, also got up from the ground and slowly came to Shen Wei's right side, sitting down close to him.

"Don't you like to look at my answers? Here! Copy it quickly, draw it quickly, draw it quickly..."

Steve's voice was shrill and urgent, his head, already drooping onto his shoulder, was almost touching Shen Wei's face.

Being surrounded by these three terrifying guys, Shen Wei felt immense pressure.

With less than a minute left, Shen Wei was like an ant on a hot pan, restless.

"Their two answers seem correct, but they're not. Why is that? Could it be that the reference for the drawing isn't the boy himself? What could it be then? Is it the pattern on the boy's pajamas?"

With only forty seconds left, Shen Wei's brain was racing! His eyes fell on the boy's pajamas, which were covered in cartoon patterns.

"The theme of his pajamas is the SpongeBob SquarePants cartoon. The main characters are SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Squidward... Could it be that the thing to draw is one of them? Should I take a gamble? Draw the biggest one, SpongeBob..."

Shen Wei frowned, sweat beading on his forehead. He picked up the paintbrush, hesitated for a few seconds, and then put it down again. Because there was a faint sense of unease in his heart, Shen Wei felt that something was wrong!

"Visiting Rules of the Museum of Dead Objects (Modern) Three: The devil is in the details. What exactly is wrong! Have I overlooked some detail again? Often, a small detail is a fatal flaw, especially in this dangerous and terrifying Rule Anomaly world..."

Seeing Shen Wei's hesitation, his strange right hand couldn't hold back anymore, it kept urging Shen Wei:

"Kid, there are only 30 seconds left, what are you still hesitating about? If you can't solve the puzzle, you'll become like them, trapped in the illusion world forever, never able to get out..."

"Draw quickly!..."

"Draw quickly!..."

"Draw it quickly!..."

The three terrifying beings next to Shen Wei were also constantly interfering with his thoughts. The strange and terrifying boy almost pressed his pale face against Shen Wei's face.

The dead Onmyoji, Fujiwara Chiba, still had blood tears flowing from his eyes, he quietly walked to Shen Wei's left ear and kept whispering softly.

The black guy, Steve, followed suit, drooping his twisted neck and whispering in his ear.

"Shut up, shut your freaking mouths..."

Shen Wei couldn't help but roar, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

"Visiting Rules of the Museum of Dead Objects (Modern) One: Every exhibit here has experienced all aspects of life and has its own story. Please try to understand them and make the right choice."

"I don't understand his story, how can I make the right choice? There's so little time left! Rule Five is a hint, the exhibit introduction isn't the node that triggers being sucked into the illusion. My initial judgment was slightly off. If I had looked at the introduction back then, I might have understood the story of this sketchbook... The sketchbook! That's right, this sketchbook seems to have more than one page, there must be some clues hidden inside..."

Shen Wei had a flash of inspiration and quickly flipped through the sketchbook on the table. Sure enough, there were more drawings on the first few pages of the sketchbook.

The first page of the sketchbook was of a man and a woman, seemingly a couple. Although the drawing skills were still very immature, they managed to capture the essence. Their faces were filled with happy smiles, and they looked very harmonious and happy.

But the style of the second drawing suddenly changed. The father was holding a knife, the mother was lying on the ground bleeding, and there was a closet with a slit open.

The third drawing was a solo portrait of the father. In this portrait, the father had a sinister smile on his face, looking particularly terrifying.