Although the scene was once evenly matched, in Xiao Li's words, Jiang is still old and hot - although there seems to be something wrong with this sentence here, but as a silent copy ghost, Xiu Ji's strength is obviously still greater than this ghost painting. hand.
Originally, the distance between Xiu Ji and the hand of the ghost painting was in the middle of the corridor, but as time went on, the place where the palms of the two met gradually dragged towards the direction of the ancient painting, and the arm extending from the wall of the gallery was pulled more and more. Long, and eventually completely dragged into ancient paintings.
Xiao Li opened the ancient painting and saw that the ghost hand was completely stiff as soon as it entered the ancient painting, and lost its activity, like a specimen, dry and pale.
Xiu Ji was playing with this arm, and after thinking about it, it seemed that it was meaningless, so she turned her hand and threw it to the stickman.
The stickman was not interested in this thing either, so he let go of his hand, let the ghost hand fall to the ground, and turned to look at Xiao Li.
Its response was very slow, it looked at Xiao Li dully, jumped up slowly after about half a minute, and shook his hand at him, looking very friendly.
Xiao Li bent his index finger and knocked on the stickman's head, as if looking at his descendants Sahuan.
Suddenly there was a shallow breathing sound in his ear, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Mizhi.
The young man had already approached inadvertently, his eyes were heavy, and he looked at the small part of the back of the neck that was exposed by the boy bowing his head. The complexion on that side was fair and delicate. Now that Xiao Li turned his head, he calmly said. Turn your attention to the painting.
Xiao Li doesn't like to share his emotions with outsiders most of the time, but this time is different. There are many famous paintings here, but only the stickman was drawn by him, which increased Xiao Li's sense of honor, and he raised his eyes lightly. Glancing at him, it was rare to show off with interest: "Look, my son."
His son was dangling his two linear arms, cheerfully like a matchstick in a copycat mobile game.
The black eyes of the young man are like gems soaked in the mist in the forest, and even in the dark, they look brilliant.
His appearance was imprinted in the pupils of the youth, Shen Mizhi's eyes were curved, and he didn't know whether to praise people or paintings: "Well, it's beautiful."
beauty.
Xiao Li always felt that something was wrong, glanced at him, and picked up the ancient painting again.
Shen Mizhi: "Don't you say goodbye to your son?"
Xiao Li: "... my son is too stupid to understand. Forget it."
Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing, who were on the side, had a hard time vomiting, but they lost their hatred with their fans during the suffocation, and they felt a little bit of sympathy.
Xiao Li took the lead and continued to follow the direction Xiu Ji pointed, while the rest followed behind him.
With the interruption of Xiu Ji, most of the original tension dissipated, and Zheng Yi sighed in a low voice: "This is the strangest copy I have ever entered."
"Who said no?" Seeing someone take the initiative to speak, Chen Jinghan also sighed, "Compulsory entry, if there are no big bosses, maybe we have to reduce the number of people in half in the first exhibition hall."
"What the hell is this place? I've been thinking, what is the way of life if you come in like this?"
With Xiu Ji leading the way, the corridors that could not go all the way seem to have come to an end. When everyone walked to the fork in the depths of the gallery again, the surrounding walls suddenly became empty.
But in fact, the width and height of the corridor have not changed, the reincarnators will have this illusion just because of a change—
The paintings hanging on the surrounding walls were gone.
Taking a wide-open door as the dividing line, the wall outside the door is inlaid with countless paintings that spread to the depths. However, inside this door, the walls are clean and white as ever, which is visually surprising. cheerful.
Fu Guangbo broke the silence: "The 'initiator' is here?"
He had never dared to look directly at Xiu Ji before, but now he took the opportunity to look at the ancient painting with fear, joy and nervousness in his eyes. It was a look of horror.
This time Xiao Li didn't lower his head to look at Xiu Ji, because the facts were already very obvious.
With a simple "um", he stepped over the threshold and went deeper.
Inside this gate is a large empty room, like an exposure room for a camera, with dim light and many thin lines hanging on the wall.
In the center of the room is a table, on which are placed various painting tools, various pigments for oil painting, brushes and inks for ink painting, a small inkstone, and various kinds of paints. painting tools.
And not far from the table, there is a drawing board.
An old figure turned his back to the samsara who came in. He was short, slightly hunchbacked, with gray hair, holding a paint pen in his hand, facing the drawing board in front of him.
If this scene took place in an outside studio, it wouldn't be surprising, but this is a haunted gallery, and what's more important is that this figure has only the upper body.
The painting ghost appeared, Zheng Yi and the others believed in Xiao Li again, and they were still instinctively nervous and afraid at this time. This was a kind of fear that originated from their hearts.
The painting ghost seemed to be in some trouble and ignored them all the time.
Xiao Li held the ancient painting with one hand and put the other hand in his pocket. He approached the drawing board of the ghost painting and found that the other party was drawing an oil painting.
The paint is painted in red and black, and it is painted on a large area, but at present it is impossible to tell what the painting is.
He clearly felt his approach, but the painting ghost didn't lift his head. He used paint to drop a stroke on the drawing board to draw a human-shaped object, and then said, "Welcome to Pavilion R."
It had a horrible sound, like the noise of some kind of sharp object rubbing against steel.
Xiao Li noticed that the figure he drew at the end had no face, only a rough outline.
And looking at the painter's demeanor and the level of concentration when painting, he could completely finish the painting first, and then pay attention to them, but the other party chose to leave blank and immediately stop painting.
Could this be an indication... that the other person is trying to use them to fill in the face in the painting
Could it be that the ghosts outside who were locked in the paintings came like this
The painting ghost never put down the brush in his hand, looked at the drawing board in front of him with a frenzied look and said intoxicated: "I am an artist, and I am not as bloodthirsty as others of the same kind. Since you have come in, you are my prey. , I should kill you all. But if you find me, I can also give you this chance, as long as you are willing to pay a certain price."
Xiao Li: "What price?"
The painting ghost spit out two words: "Vote."
"The painting I have is still missing a face. I want you to vote for yourselves present and choose one person to be the face in my painting."
At the beginning of the first sentence of the explanation given by the ghost, Fu Guangbo's heartbeat began to accelerate.
Uncontrollably, he started to glance over the teammates present with his eyes, quickly skipped Xiao Li and the others, and placed them on top of the remaining Chen Jinghan and others.
If you really want to vote, the Hercule wave must not be crowded, so there is only one left—
Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard a tone change from the painting ghost approaching a scream.
"—The chosen person will always exist in this painting..." Hua Guiyuan was about to look up to appreciate the infighting of humans, but when he glanced at the ancient painting held in Xiao Li's hand, he suddenly forgot what he thought. the words said.
The pupils of the ghost painting dilated for a moment, as if seeing something inconceivable: "This, this painting..."
Xiao Li was surprised, lowered his head and asked Xiu Ji, "Know?"
Embroidery Ji covered her face with her water sleeves in disgust and shook her head.
The painting ghost didn't seem to hear it, he stretched out his fingers tremblingly and wanted to touch the picture, but was stopped by Xiao Li, and he stumbled and said: "A world-shattering work, this is an absolutely world-shattering work! Yes! Did you draw it? No, it can't be you, how do you fit in as a human being? The brush strokes of this painting are so wonderful, this skill, this outline, directly bestows the soul in the painting... Wait, in this corner What is this monster?!"
He said that, Zheng Yi was not very happy.
Zheng Yi himself is not very old, and his brain is easily congested. He is a typical rebellious teenager. When he heard the painting ghost say that to Xiao Li, he immediately forgot his fear, and immediately jumped out to argue for Sherlock: "Why doesn't he Yes?! Hercule paints well, and he painted a portrait of Bloody Mary."
- He actually read what people on the forum said about this. This portrait is ranked third in "Sherlock's Ten Unsolved Mysteries". Although Qingshui also said later that Sherlock was not good at painting, Zheng Yi just took a look and didn't really believe it. He felt that Xiao Li's painter must be amazing.
Zheng Yi's words are so sincere and sincere, just like the real thing, the painting ghosts are stunned: "Bloody Mary? Portrait?"
Ye Zeqing was vaguely in a trance: Is Moriarty really good at painting
The paintings he saw on the ghost ship were obviously ugly...
Moreover, painting a portrait of Bloody Mary, how does this example seem to have been seen somewhere
As a fan of Moriarty and Hercule, although Ye Zeqing likes to play these two names with Zheng Yi, the only shortcoming of the master of painting skills has always been avoided.
As for the deeds of Sherlock, the male god of Zheng Yi, Ye Zeqing adhered to his usual indifference and never understood it.
The corners of Xiao Li's mouth twitched, and now he can't ride a tiger, so he can only cough: "I didn't paint this ancient painting, but I did paint her portrait..."
Ghost painting: "Is it the real Bloody Mary?"
Xiao Li reluctantly said, "It's her."
"real?"
Xiao Li: "..."
The third time.
Xiao Li: "Why don't you ask her yourself."
Looking at the painting ghost's disbelief, he turned around very neatly, looking for candles to no avail, and finally said to the painting ghost, "Do me a favor, draw three candles? Let's look in the mirror again."
The painting ghost was silent for a while, maybe it was really an artist as he said, and now he really turned out another drawing board and painted the three candles in front of the mirror on it.
Its painting skills are very good, if it is put into modern times, it must be a contemporary everyone.
These three candles are lifelike in terms of material and color. In the faint light, they look like three candles floating in the air, with light blue flames burning on them, and everything is reflected in the mirror.
Xiao Li recited "Bloody Mary" three times in his heart, and soon saw the shadow of the blond beauty appear on the wall of the studio while the candles flickered.
As soon as Bloody Mary appeared, the first thing she saw was not Xiao Li, but the painting ghost. Just as she raised her brows, she heard the painting ghost ask excitedly, "He... Really painted a portrait of you?"
Bloody Mary:? ?
That's it
Call her all the way here and ask this
Xiao Li: "I painted it for you, right?"
Bloody Mary, who seemed to have guessed the situation a bit: "..."
She may not be human, but Sherlock is a real dog.
Of course, as a kind evil spirit, of course she chose to help him deceive others.
The blond beauty stroked the long hair on her shoulders, she said in a reminiscent and nostalgic tone: "Yes, I still remember how you looked when you painted me, I was so looking forward to it, and the real thing is not at all. I wasn't disappointed. That painting is still in my castle, well, come to think of it, that portrait was the beginning of my response to your call."
Xiao Li didn't know why, but always felt that the other party's last sentence was a bit gnashing of teeth.
The painting ghost didn't care about Bloody Mary's tone, it got the answer it wanted, and immediately turned its head to Xiao Li and said, "Draw a picture for me, draw a picture in front of me, this is my lifelong wish, to witness more than My greater work makes art no longer alone."
Xiao Li: "... This is not very good."
Liar... no, liar or something.
The painting ghost is quite insistent: "Promise me, I can consider any conditions you have and paint a picture for me."
Xiao Li thought for a while, but he wasn't ready to take advantage of others' danger, he raised a finger: "One painting for another."
"Equivalent exchange, I will give you my painting, and you will give me a painting that hints at the way of life. Only when we leave the exhibition hall can we open each other's paintings."
He is not worried about the other party's breach of contract, because Bloody Mary is here to act as a "notary public".
The blonde looks quite interested in being a helper, as she can see another hapless being poisoned by this guy.
The painting ghost hesitated for a moment, but then glanced at Xiu Ji in the ancient painting, and quickly made up his mind: "Okay."
It threw away the drawing board with the candle on it, took a new one, dipped it in paint, and devoted itself to the latest work.
At first, it turned back several times to peek at Xiao Li's paintings, but after several attempts, it was blocked by Bloody Mary, and finally gave up.
After both parties completed the paintings, Xiao Li grouped his paintings into a roll, handed them to the painting ghost, and exchanged them with each other.
The painting ghost was so excited that he took Xiao Li's picture scroll and held it tightly in his hand.
Bloody Mary watched the reincarnators walk away until they left the pavilion, and she turned around with great interest to see the face of the painted ghost.
Finally... finally can see.
The rolled up picture scroll was forced to open without waiting, and the old face of the painting ghost was filled with a little excitement until the picture completely appeared in front of its eyes.
Ghost painting: ? ?
- He's been fooled!