When I Pick up My Pen, the Universe Begins to Collapse

—— That night, I drew him in my sketchbook, and the next day, the professor who accused him fell into a pool of blood. Lu Zheng held down my writing hand: "If you continue to draw, you will die." But in order to clear his name, I can only continue painting at the risk of my life. The third picture, whose turn is it? Tell me in the comment area who you want to disappear, and I will draw it for you.