Xiao Li's question was very polite.
Not only did he use honorifics, but he also bent down slightly.
The grimace in the painting looked at him for a moment, and found that the other party was actually asking this question sincerely, and was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.
- It doesn't know how to draw, it's just a ghost locked in a painting.
Xiao Li also really wanted to get this answer. He was still very interested in painting. If this "painter" skill can make his painting skills even better, then it is appropriate to ask him here.
So he waited patiently for a while, but the grimace still didn't move.
Zheng Yi, who was standing next to him, looked at the same posture for a while. He found that the grimace in the painting was not unresponsive, but his face was twitching slightly. Looking closely, his expression turned out to be a little ignorant, like a teacher who was about to hand in his homework but was caught by the teacher. A student who asks a strange question in an unconventional way.
Seeing this, Xiao Li said to himself: "Can't you answer? Yes, you are a work, not a painter, so do you know who painted you or who the ghost is? How did you draw this kind of three-dimensional painting? Yes? And this kind of trick…”
The grimace in the painting still did not answer.
Fu Guangbo, who was on the side, was also numb. He looked left and looked again, and once again confirmed the wonder of the scene: in the haunted corridor in the middle of the night, the legendary boss was leaning slightly to follow The ghost in the painting communicates academic issues...
This is where? Is the art workshop on site
If it weren't for the teammates with the same look around, he would even think that he had fallen into some kind of hallucination or something.
In his sight, after getting no reply, Xiao Li straightened up, turned around and continued walking deeper into the corridor.
Fu Guangbo was stunned for a moment, and immediately followed.
The corridor is very long, and there are many corners. The hanging paintings are of different heights and sizes. The light of the flashlight shines on, and everyone looks at the picture from a different angle, as if there are many ghosts on the wall from time to time.
Xiao Li said softly, "Don't look at it."
Zheng Yi's brain didn't react when he heard the words, but his body had already closed his eyes honestly, and then he asked, "Why?"
Before he finished speaking, he staggered a small step due to the brief darkness, and had to open his eyes again to recognize the way, and finally folded into a half-squinted appearance.
Xiao Li: "Gao Yao may have died like this."
Fu Guangbo interjected: "Because I saw the ghost in the painting...?"
He covered his eyes with his hands, but in order to prevent falling while walking, he opened his fingers slightly and squinted to look ahead.
Xiao Li answered succinctly, "Probably."
"How did you know?"
"Guess, there are only these paintings here, and the means of attack should be related to the grimace in these paintings." Xiao Li paused, then suddenly stopped, "But there is a way to prove it..."
"Ah?" Fu Guangbo couldn't keep up with his rhythm, so he opened his mouth wide and uttered a syllable.
"Go back and look for the place where Gao Yao disappeared, and see if he will appear in the painting," Xiao Li lazily stretched out a finger and tapped a painting hanging on the wall in front of him, "With these way of grimace."
That painting is an oil painting, and the pattern on it from a normal height is the back of a person, but if you look at it from a special angle, the back is full of dense human heads.
If these heads are all one person...
It may even be a group of "security guards" who come here after another, because they are the ancestors.
Fu Guangbo closed his eyes subconsciously, afraid that he would be one of them too.
Xiao Li retracted his hand. Because of the action he tapped on the picture frame, the cuff that he had rolled up slipped off his arm, covering most of his hand.
Xiao Li lowered his head and was about to put it on himself, but someone had already folded it for him.
Shen Mizhi's fingers curved slightly, protruding distinct knuckles, and tucked the corners of his sleeves.
He is always like this, never speaking, never expressing his views on tasks or outsiders, but he always pays attention to these small details about Xiao Li, and is very happy to have such even subtle contact with him, as if In this world, he only cares about Xiao Li.
Xiao Li stared at the other person's lowered eyes for a second, then slowly relaxed his body. He suddenly asked, "Why haven't you spoken?"
Shen Mizhi raised his head: "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"
"For example..." Xiao Li turned his face to the depths of the exhibition, "What do you think of this place?"
Shen Mizhi didn't follow his gaze, but kept looking at Xiao Li's profile, and finally, before the other party became impatient, he curved his lips and said, "The ghosts here are all in the painting, if you want to find the one 'Painter', go further inside."
When he said this, Xiao Li nodded along with his words and walked forward.
The auras of these two bosses are too strong. Standing in front of the ghost painting is like giving a lecture. As a result, even Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing did not dare to disturb each other easily. Anxious, but did not urge.
It wasn't until Xiao Li stepped forward again that Zheng Yi followed after half a beat.
But Xiao Li and the two dared to open their eyes directly to look at the ghost painting, but others did not dare to do so - Gao Yao's lesson was just now, and the sense of fear was still warm. And this is not a real ghost, if it is a momentary thing, then even if Hercule is there, it may not be able to stop it in time.
They had to continue half-covering their eyes, trying to focus on the gap between the floor and the picture frame on the wall in front of them, and strode forward with difficulty.
But sometimes, people's thinking is quite strange.
Such as Tian Bin.
Since Gao Yao disappeared, Tian Bin was the one who ran at the back. He tried to run a few steps forward, trying to catch up with the teammates in front.
Tian Bin chose to look at the world through his fingers, but because of the speed of running, his eyes trembled, and now he glanced at the painting on the wall uncontrollably.
His hand holding the flashlight trembled, almost immediately forcing himself to look away and run forward.
But the look of the painting was still imprinted in his mind.
The more I think about it, the clearer the pattern becomes.
Tian Bin can easily remember the delicate lines on the painting, the dashing strokes, and the true depiction.
It was a bottle of perfume, a transparent box with a crown on it.
The crown is made of crystal, which is crystal clear and reflects brilliance.
No ghosts... Yes, no ghosts.
Tian Bin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen so many paintings before and didn't get hit, so he shouldn't have triggered a dead end.
It's just that the shape of the crown is getting clearer and clearer like it is imprinted on the retina.
Until that moment, Tian Bin magnified the picture in his mind like an electric shock, and he saw a reflection on the crown crystal - it was half a face, only half, extremely distorted, and turned his head towards him.