At that moment, Tian Bin's mind went blank, only the distorted face was left, which gradually enlarged until it occupied all his thoughts. He couldn't even utter a warning scream, and disappeared in the sky. in this world.
His disappearance was as quiet as the previous Gao Yao, until Fu Guangbo, who was running in front, habitually counted the number of teammates, did not discover this fact.
"Wait, what's wrong with Tian Bin?" Fu Guangbo didn't dare to stop or let go. The first time he found out, he loudly warned people around him, "He's gone!"
This sentence broke through the darkness like thunder.
Xiao Li in the front looked back and saw that Tian Bin, who was still in the team, had disappeared without a trace, and he still couldn't even let out a scream.
Another missing person.
Just like them, Tian Bin covered his eyes with his fingers, but he still encountered a poisonous hand, so does this mean that others may disappear at any time
The eaves above his head seemed to be lower than before. In the darkness where the light from the mobile phone could not reach, countless ghosts and ghosts were surging in the paintings inlaid on the wall, like layers of cages.
There is no fishy smell in the air when ordinary ghosts appear, but there is a smell of ink unique to paintings.
The reincarnations present had a bad premonition in their hearts. This fear dilutes the stunned stunned by the behavior of the boss, but since they are all seniors, they did not lose control, except for Zhao Yiguang.
Zhao Yiguang is the security guard of the paradise, and he does not have such a strong psychological quality. When his former companion Gao Yao died, he was on the verge of collapse. He had not spoken before, but just followed the reincarnations numbly. Now he sees another person disappearing, although He didn't know Tian Bin, but this was enough to trigger his inner fear.
"I... I have already come in to patrol, I have completed my duties, I... I can go!" Zhao Yiguang muttered to himself at first, and soon his voice became louder and louder, he seemed to convince himself Like, as soon as he turned his head, he ran outside like crazy.
"Hey—" Zheng Yi called him, "You didn't hear it, you can't get out!"
Although they hadn't tried to go out, as a fan of Sherlock's brain, he unconditionally believed in Xiao Li's speculation.
Zhao Yiguang couldn't hear anything anymore, he just wanted to run out, the heavy footsteps stepped on Zheng Yi's warning and disappeared in the direction where everyone came.
Must be able to go out, right
Zhao Yiguang thought to himself, apart from other people, he only felt that his security uniform was getting tighter and tighter around his limbs, making his running legs less coordinated and heavier.
It was pitch black everywhere, as if caught in some kind of chaos, he couldn't see anything, he could only keep running forward desperately. There was silence everywhere in the darkness. In this dead silence, he could only hear the frantic heartbeat of his running mixed with the rubbing of his shoes on the ground, making the restlessness and fear in his heart at this moment. is infinitely magnified.
The road here is not long. After all, this is an exhibition hall, not an 800-meter playground.
The group of them said that they had walked for a long time, but they walked very slowly at first. In fact, the distance was not long. With this length, it might only take a few minutes to run at full strength.
However, Zhao Yiguang only felt that the time was so long at this time. He ran for a long time, but he never saw the door when he came in.
In order to move forward at full speed, he chose not to cover his eyes with his hands, but instead looked down at the ground under his feet as much as possible to prevent himself from falling.
Could it be... is he going in the wrong direction? But it shouldn't be. There are not many fork roads here. When he came, he also aimed at the border of the most important paintings. How could it be so far away
"Can't get out."
At this time, Xiao Li's words flashed through Zhao Yiguang's heart. He didn't believe it at first, but now... Could it be true
Even so, he has no turning back.
The disappearance of one person after another from the team, coupled with the fact that he thought he had completed his patrol, destroyed all his psychological defenses.
Zhao Yiguang had to run forward with all his strength, and paintings passed by him, and the ghosts in the paintings looked at him like parasites.
I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yiguang had lost the concept of time, and he saw a glimmer of light before his legs went limp from being too tired.
It's the door!
The door that came in was like a passage into heaven, facing him, standing quietly in the dark.
Although the surroundings were still dark, Zhao Yiguang almost blushed when he saw the outline of the door.
finally appeared-
He didn't even have time to think about it, and he didn't observe it carefully. His heavy legs seemed to have thrown off the lead bag, and he took two steps and one step, pressing one hand on the door panel and reaching out to pull the door handle with the other hand.
However, this touch, Zhao Yiguang later realized that something was wrong.
The door is rather thin to the touch, not at all like the door opened when entering, but more like... paper.
And at this moment, the hand he used to pull the doorknob was completely empty.
In fact, if you look closely in sufficient light, Zhao Yiguang will find that this is not the door of the pavilion at all, but a huge painting.
Door in the picture.
The protruding door handle is also just a painting effect.
Zhao Yiguang's hand fluttered in the air, and when he returned to his senses, the other hand that was pressed on the door frame suddenly felt a cold touch.
His heart seemed to have been slammed, and when he lowered his head, he met a cold hand, and that hand tightly hugged Zhao Yiguang's arm. He couldn't make any call for help, so he was slowly pulled into another world.
Countless pale hands stretched out from behind the door in the painting and dragged him into the painting.
On the other side, the reincarnators looked at Zhao Yiguang's disappearing back, and they were in a dilemma for a while.
Naturally, Fu Guangbo and others would not want to go out to save him. At this time, dragging a teammate with a broken mood would be tantamount to suicide. This is something that every senior knows.
So what they are struggling with is "is walking in the wrong direction".
Numerous cases on the forum have shown that once they enter a supernatural event, it is self-defeating if they want to retreat, but if they continue to move forward, can they survive until they see the "initiator"
Would it be possible to go back and have the perpetrator stay behind them, or in a painting passing by
The reincarnators in the team were a little undecided for a while, but Ye Zeqing closed his eyes and tried to use his physique to respond, and finally shook his head and said, "I still can't sense it, as soon as I came to this paradise, my physique was overwhelmed. A large part of it was suppressed, so I never said it, I can only perceive that the ghost here is very strong."
His eyes looked at Xiao Li when he spoke.
Xiao Li's fingertips ran through the hair of the puppet in his pocket. This is indeed the case here. There are ghosts and monsters in every exhibition hall, especially in this art gallery, where Tan Li has been suppressed very much.
It is conceivable that the background of this future paradise is quite profound.
Just from the task, it can be seen in general: on the first night, you have to enter so many exhibition halls, and the waves are not settled, and the reincarnators can only swing like seaweed in the deep sea, under the baptism of ghosts.
Not to mention that every ghost has a bit of a characteristic, not like an ordinary ghost.
If you change it to a normal task, you can go to one exhibition hall at most one night, one a day, and then give you certain survival tips. It won't be like this, and you don't want the reincarnator to live at all.
Xiao Li speculates that the person behind this should be an existence similar to a deceitful god, but the most urgent task now is to find the initiator in this exhibition hall, not the little guys in these paintings.
In this case, when faced with paintings, is it easier for people of the same class to speak
Xiao Li usually doesn't find help easily, perhaps because of his personality. If possible, he likes to rely on himself first, but now there is a very suitable existence - he finally set his goal on Xiu Ji.
He took out the small yellow book, and wrote a line of large characters on it, and the ancient painting that he hung on the wall of his home as an ornament appeared in his hand.
The embroidered Ji in the painting was sitting under the tree originally, and the stickman added by Xiao Li was holding Embroidery Ji's arm with two lines and resting on the classical woman's lap.
When Xiao Li unfolded the ancient painting, Xiu Ji didn't move, but opened her eyes and looked at him quietly.
Xiao Li said: "Yo, is the relationship so good?"
Embroidery Ji: "..."
good head.
This stickman doesn't know what to do. It's obvious that it's rudimentary, but it is very sticky. This painting is just this place.
After a short and friendly greeting, Xiao Li unfolded the ancient painting, approached an oil painting that was facing him, and asked Xiu Ji to face the other side.
This oil painting depicts an office with thunderstorms outside the office windows, and a golden lightning bolt illuminates the display facilities in the office.
The tall desk and comfortable boss chair are like Mr. Sun's office when they came.
Embroidery Ji in the ancient painting did not move, maintaining an elegant demeanor, looking at the painting.
Xiao Li: "There are all these paintings here. Try it out. Can you find the ghost who painted these paintings here? Or the most powerful painting here?"
Embroidery Ji narrowed her eyes, perhaps she rarely saw "similars", and the woman in an ancient long dress stood up.
The stickman slid down from Xiu Ji's skirt, staring at his short legs with a dumbfounded expression and stood up.
Xiu Ji stared at the painting in front of her carefully. Without adjusting the angle of the painting in her eyes, she could already see that the rain outside the office window was not raindrops at all, but ghosts.
Her eyes seemed to go beyond the little ghosts and spread to other places.
At the end, Xiu Ji stretched out a finger and pointed to the left.
Xiao Li nodded clearly and walked in the direction of her finger, but did not put away the ancient painting.
When they passed the corner, a hand suddenly stretched out from a painting, it was very long, and instantly stretched the hand that wanted to hold Xiao Li tightly—
However, Xiu Ji was one step ahead of it.
An arm with long, wide sleeves stretched out and grabbed it first.
The two hands meet in mid-air, holding each other tightly, and everyone wants to pull the opposite hand into their own painting, which leads to no one being able to do anything for a while.
In the end, Xiao Li took the initiative to break the silence: "I didn't expect that the ghosts here are quite polite, and they know how to shake hands when they meet seniors."
The rest: "..."
They looked at Xiu Ji, and then looked at the painting in front of them - Xiu Ji looked at an ancient painting from the Republic of China period, but the paintings in front of them were all modern paintings, so Xiu Ji was considered a senior in the painting industry. The other party shook hands and showed goodwill, which seemed to have a very good reason, and it was not so difficult to accept...
Wait, does the ghost world really have such a concept? ! They were afraid that they were not brainwashed by the magical brain circuit of Hercule and entered his rhythm? !