The reincarnations present—except Ye Zeqing and Zheng Yi, the remaining few had no special knowledge of Xiao Li's painting skills. They also subconsciously think that he really has such a painting skill that moves ghosts, so they don't quite understand why this big guy walks out of the gallery so quickly, and if he looks closely, he is still in a hurry...
However, as Xiao Li, who knows everything, of course, he doesn't want to stay and watch his masterpieces. Bloody Mary loves to watch it is her business. As a normal person, he does not have such strange hobbies, so he almost trotted with him. Out of the door of the gallery.
Due to the agreement with the ghost painting, this time the gate has been turned from canvas to reality, and the group walked out easily.
Just before Xiao Li could go far, he faintly heard the angry roar of the painting ghost from the door behind him: "Ah, Hercule!"
During the period, there were also a few vague national curses because they were too angry after being deceived.
other people:"… … ??"
What's wrong with this? Didn't Hercule paint a picture for the ghost? How can you draw such a miserable ghost call, and those who don't know it will think that it is Xiao Lilu who has made it
However, Xiao Li, who had already cultivated invulnerability to all poisons, turned a blind eye to the suspicious eyes of others, stood there, and touched his chin as if no one else was there.
It always feels like this scene is a bit familiar? Is the same background sound in the first few pavilions
This is not very good, I still have to pay attention to it in the future, obviously I am a good and upright young man, how can I become a big villain now.
Xiao Li shook his head, then walked forward, and by the way, he took out the painting that the painting ghost gave him from under his arm.
Ye Zeqing and the others immediately reacted when they saw this, forming a circle in front of them, and using mobile phones, flashlights and other tools to illuminate the gradually unfolded picture scroll in Xiao Li's hands—
The life hint given by the ghost painting is clearly and clearly displayed in the eyes of everyone:
The white canvas is dotted with a few transparent drop-shaped objects, and in its center is a person.
It may be a bit far-fetched to say that he is a person. He looks extremely strange. It is not clear from his facial features whether it is a male or a female. There is no hair on the painting, only a dry face.
This face is half and half, clearly divided, with a smile on the left and a cry on the right. It looks like a god and a ghost at the same time.
It is obviously just a painting, but because of the artist's expressive craftsmanship, it looks lifelike. At first glance, it looks like this person is really standing in front of them.
Zheng Yi was the first to express his opinion: "... That's all? What does this broken painting mean?"
"Even if you don't give a few words, it's good enough to leave a few words. Let's guess the wool with such a broken painting?"
Ye Zeqing first glanced at him with disdain, as if he felt that being with him had lowered his level, then he put his arms around his chest and said rather coldly: "Why don't you say it's better to put the answer directly Carve it up and send it to you?" After a pause, he said, "Will this be a metaphor, for example, like this park, it is a normal amusement park during the day, but it becomes a haunted house at night, so the daytime and the There are two different forms at night."
"It's possible," Fu Guangbo's eyes lit up when he heard Ye Zeqing's words, and then he was excitedly rubbing his fists. He tried to touch the painting with his hands, and found that the ink on it was completely dry, he thought for a moment, " But it doesn't make sense, as the night shift security guard's duty is to patrol at night, we have to obey, don't we?"
Chen Jinghan, who has never been very talkative, glanced at the few people in front of him, and suddenly interjected: "Could it be the meaning of the picture, there is no metaphor, a person has two sides, and I and we are both possessed by ghosts? Or is it that Sun He is always possessed by ghosts, so half of him is crying, trying his best to turn into day; half of him is smiling, but ghosts are actually occupying his body, which is the origin of the danger at night?"
Fu Guangbo frowned, trying to sort out the logic: "But it was daytime when we saw President Sun, so he told us to go to work as soon as possible? Isn't this a contradiction?"
"Also, maybe Mr. Sun meant it from time to time. What we saw happened to be Mr. Sun who was possessed by a ghost?" Chen Jinghan speculated hesitantly.
Fu Guangbo was silent for a while, then nodded: "It's not unreasonable..."
At this time, he noticed that the discussion between the several of them was in full swing, but Xiao Li stood by and didn't say much, but just stared at the painting. Fu Guangbo couldn't help but ask: "Herkeri, what do you think? ?"
Xiao Li looked up at him, patted the painting in Zheng Yi's arms, and answered simply, "Not enough."
Fu Guangbo: "What's not enough?"
Xiao Li had already put away his phone and walked back to the security dormitory, leaving only one sentence that entered his eardrum: "...Not enough clues. I don't like to express my opinion when there are not enough clues—"
"In other words, once I say something, it's absolutely true in my eyes."
He doesn't take it lightly, but once he chooses something, he holds it tightly in his hand.
Shen Mizhi's expression changed when he heard these words, he looked at Xiao Li thoughtfully, and followed him.
The night passed quickly.
The reincarnators who returned to the staff dormitory were quite tired, but Fu Guangbo and the others were still studying the painting in order to survive. From all angles, all lights, and 360 degrees, they watched and worshipped the skill of painting ghosts.
The proposed plans are varied, and they are really brain-opening.
From stepping into the dormitory and debating until the early morning, these few people couldn't stand it until the first ray of sunshine came, and they chose to sleep.
Before going to bed, Fu Guangbo thought with bitter joy: Fortunately, the haunted place this time was not a dormitory, otherwise they would have to take turns on duty and couldn't even sleep for a while, then life is really worse than death.
It was about a busy night, and it was so exhausting that everyone had no dreams.
Until the secretary, Anne, came to wake them up.
When Annie came in, she didn't knock on the door at first, she wanted to open the door directly, but found that the door was locked.
She opened her mouth slightly in surprise, lying behind the door and listening to the movement for a while, then clenched her hand into a fist and knocked tentatively: "Is anyone there?"
Xiao Li quickly opened one eye, his eyes were clear, but he did not move.
The puppet leaning on the edge of his pillow also straightened his upper body, his hair trembling, and stared directly at the door of the room.
Ye Zeqing saw that Xiao Li didn't move, so he didn't move either.
The same is true for Zheng Yi.
Finally, Fu Guangbo opened the door with a complicated face.
Miss Anne stood at the door, her polite smile was filled with surprise that could not be concealed, and her delicate eyes swept across the reincarnators in the dormitory: "Everyone last night... how were you?"
"Haha," Fu Guangbo smiled but didn't smile, "It's been a great time, you don't need to thank us, it's our duty."
He was mocking, but Annie thought about it and said, "That's true."
Fu Guangbo: "..."
It's yours.
Annie and Fu Guangbo briefly exchanged a few words, and then couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fu, it's inconvenient to ask, how did you guys... survive? What about Gao Yao and the others?"
Her question was simple, but Fu Guangbo was taken aback.
- In a normal company, even in a profession with a high mortality rate, such a question would not be asked on the table, so they would leave without care
And looking at the secretary's face, she was really curious.
Fu Guangbo glanced back at the other companions, and said with a haha: "I just survived like this. I went in and walked around. Well, Gao Yao and the others were not very careful, and we are not as experienced."
Annie let out an "oh". At this time, the phone she put in her pocket vibrated a few times. She immediately took out her phone, unlocked it, opened the communication interface, and then straightened up and said, "Congratulations for passing the first time safely. In the evening, you can rest as much as you like, and I will take you to Mr. Sun's office at four o'clock this afternoon and explain your tasks tonight."
Fu Guangbo: "Aren't we patrolling the pavilion tonight?"
Annie answered drippingly: "Maybe Sun will explain something else."
After leaving these words, Miss Secretary twisted her waist and left. After turning her back to Fu Guangbo, her face was wiped from the formulaic smile and turned into complete shock and convulsions.
Her reaction was the same as Mr. Sun's reaction when he first learned about this—
How could this be? ! This is clearly impossible, right
Each of these pavilions is deadly enough, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to stay alive after entering continuously for one night!
But the facts are in front of them, and they can't help but believe it.
This morning, Mr. Sun and his friends left the office together as usual, and went to various exhibition halls to clean up the "endgame". Due to the large number of reincarnators, they also brought their hands to carry the corpses thoughtfully.
But when he walked to the first exhibition hall, Mr. Sun pushed open the door, and what he saw was not the familiar bloodstains and stumps, but broken glass, electrocuted fish, and turning over his white belly, smelling It's delicious.
Even Mr. Sun, who instinctively swallowed:
In the second pavilion, what he saw was not a corpse that committed suicide after being played into a trance, but a silicone dummy that was scalded into various distorted hollows by sulfuric acid liquid, and a dummy that had been corroded into a spherical object. Human beings are monsters.
Mr. Sun: ?
In the third pavilion, he was greeted by an empty specimen pavilion.
Mr. Sun: ? ?
In the fourth pavilion, he saw a painting ghost who was so angry that he almost smashed the entire studio, and threw a brush on Bloody Mary's face last night.
The old man was angry and had a bad temper. When he saw whoever hit him, he tore up half of the paintings he once cherished. When he saw Mr. Sun, he would pick up a board and smash him in the face.
Mr. Sun: ? ? ?
- What about his pavilion? How about his so many well-rounded and well-designed pavilions