"The painter is quite creative, painting this from the perspective of the cadaver." Ma Yin looked at the painting in her hands. She was influenced by the emotions elicited by the painting, and she did not feel so good.
"It's quite weird, don't you think? Painting from the cadaver's perspective, as if it's a living person… it looks off." Liu Xianxian glanced at it once before she lost interest. "I have a feeling this painting is for the dead. Perhaps the painter is the cadaver."
"Stop joking." Ma Yin put the painting aside. When she prepared to pick up the second painting, her finger accidentally brushed against the canvas, and it felt wet, "It still hasn't dried?"
She stood where she was with her mind blank. "The painting feels like it just been painted. There has to have been someone else in this storeroom recently, but why would they paint in here? And why paint such a weird topic?"
