"Boss, what's going on?"
The old Taoist was a little confused. He had just clearly seen himself being hit by an arrow.
Oh no, I won a prize.
But now he looked completely fine, except for the bruises on his face, but they were caused by his own fall.
Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that had fallen on the ground, but the pen turned into ashes as soon as it was touched.
"It was painted on." Zhou Ze said, "If he is really that powerful, he would not be unwilling to fight me head-on. In fact, he can definitely beat me."
“Painted on it?”
"Yes, it's painted on. It's like a more advanced form of hypnosis, blinding your senses of sight, hearing, smell, etc., and changing according to his design."
Zhou Ze looked at his arm. There were obvious scars on his arm before, but now there was no trace of them at all. However, the real texture of the picture was enough to make people subconsciously believe that all this was real in a short period of time.
"Damn it, it turns out he is in the same business as us, a charlatan's trick."
The old Taoist instantly regained his manly confidence.
The great leader once said that all reactionaries are paper tigers!
"Boss, shall we go and catch him now?"
Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed outside the aisle window. "It's almost dawn, and he has already hidden himself."
In fact, the appearance of ghosts has little to do with day or night. At least for ghosts, it has no essential impact. Instead, it affects people.
During the day, everything is in broad daylight. Even if they encounter something strange, ordinary people can feel a little courageous, or at least have some psychological comfort.
At night, people can be easily frightened by anything that happens, which gives ghosts an opportunity to take advantage.
Of course, that ghost was a little special. He was good at painting, but no matter how good the painting was, it still needed the support and cooperation of an environment. Daytime was not his favorite background for painting because it would magnify the flaws in his paintings. At night, his paintings could be more realistic.
"So, let's go have breakfast next?"
Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and the old Taoist followed him naturally. Then, the old Taoist watched Zhou Ze walk into a dormitory with a sign that said "Utility Room".
In the dormitory, besides a pile of miscellaneous items, there was also a pair of black leather shoes.
Zhou Ze sat on the wooden board, as if thinking about something.
"boss?"
Zhou Ze raised his hand, signaling the old Taoist to be quiet at this time.
The old Taoist nodded and sat down on the bed opposite. There was no need to worry about the bruises on his body. He had traveled all over the country for so many years and had suffered countless scalp injuries. This was child's play.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Ze bent down and began searching under the bed.
The old Taoist also bent down and tinkered with it. He didn’t know what the boss was looking for, but it didn’t matter. He just had to find it!
After all, most bosses don’t see your progress, but your attitude.
There were some sundries under the bed. After pulling them out, it was empty underneath. After all, no one lived in this dormitory.
Zhou Ze opened the wardrobe, all eight cabinets were opened, and there was nothing inside except a thin layer of dust.
The Taoist priest scratched his head and simply climbed to the upper bunk. There were many posters on the wall of the upper bunk, all of which were football stars, such as Cristiano Ronaldo and Ramos.
Zhou Ze also came to the upper bunk. He felt that there must be something here, otherwise Wang Baogang’s ghost would not have stayed here all the time. He also saw other strange scenes in this dormitory.
If nothing unexpected happens, this dormitory should be the key point of this series of events.
"Boss, what's that poster you have there? It looks weird." The old Taoist pointed at Zhou Ze and said.
"Picasso's paintings." Zhou Ze replied.
Then, Zhou Ze seemed to have discovered something and reached out to touch the poster.
From the Taoist's perspective, his boss actually reached out and touched the chest of the woman in the painting. The Taoist said directly:
"Boss, go home and touch Yingying, the woman in this painting is too ugly..."
The old Taoist hasn't finished talking about painting yet.
All I heard was a "hiss".
Zhou Ze tore the painting off directly, and several pieces of paper fell between the painting and the wall.
Zhou Ze didn't have time to deal with the old Taoist's nonsense and directly picked up a piece of paper. It was a pen drawing with very rigorous painting skills. There was a dormitory in the drawing, but this dormitory was covered and filled with a layer of special liquid.
It can be considered water, or it can be considered... blood.
The next painting shows a boy on the balcony with only half of his body trying to climb inside, and his two legs are stretched out in the dormitory cabinet.
Next is the third painting, which shows a man standing upside down on the tiles with his head on the ground and his hands wearing leather shoes.
The three paintings represent three scenes, and Zhou Ze had just seen these three scenes before.
One was in the dormitory, filled with blood, one was the boy with half a body, and the other was Wang Baogang walking upside down.
Below, there are three more paintings, making a total of six.
I picked up another painting, which showed a skeleton holding a book and walking among classmates and teachers. If nothing unexpected happened, the painting should be of Sun Qiu.
Next was the fifth painting. When Zhou Ze saw the scene in this painting, he immediately turned his head to look at the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest had just climbed down from the upper bunk opposite to Zhou Ze's upper bunk. He seemed to be very interested in what Zhou Ze had discovered.
"What is this painting? I can't see clearly." asked the old Taoist.
Zhou Ze handed the painting to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest held the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other. Then he was stunned for a moment and fell down. Fortunately, the fall was not high, so no one was hurt. However, the Taoist priest looked distraught.
The painting fell to the ground. In the painting, an old man in a Taoist robe was lying there with his head and body separated. There was a black cat nearby, which seemed to be gnawing at his corpse.
Zhou Ze opened the last picture.
It was a bit surprising that the person in the last painting was not himself, but the guy with a flat head. There was a sharp object stuck in his forehead and he was standing straight. Because there were two moles on his face, he matched the image of the character in the painting very well.
After looking at all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the distraught old Taoist below and suddenly felt a sense of loss.
Why are there paintings by masters but no paintings of my own
Um,
It feels like when a movie is filming and the intended protagonist is overshadowed by a minor supporting actor.
The old Taoist immediately climbed up again, took the other paintings from Zhou Ze's hand, looked at them all, and then asked Zhou Ze timidly:
"Boss, everything in the painting is fake, right?"
Zhou Ze got out of bed, washed his hands at the sink, and said, "I've only never seen the two paintings of you and the guy with the flat head. I've seen the other four paintings."
"How is it possible? This is not some Mayan prophecy. I am still alive, and so is that flat-headed dorm manager."
"Are you trying to say that a few years ago, there was a middle school student in this dormitory who was good at painting and started to admire you in advance?" Zhou Ze asked back.
"This is a trick of the devil, deliberately making things mysterious in an attempt to disrupt the morale of our army!"
Zhou Ze didn't say anything else, but signaled the Taoist to put away the six paintings. Then Zhou Ze walked to the balcony.
It is almost dawn and the morning light is already faintly visible. People always like to regard the morning light as a symbol of hope, but sometimes, it is more like the depression before the darkness comes.
The old Taoist priest made a bitter face and walked to the balcony. He took out a cigarette, handed one to Zhou Ze, and lit one for himself. Then he sighed and said:
"Boss, these are fake, right?"
I have asked this question before.
"I don't know." Zhou Ze shook his head, then he leaned on the edge of the balcony and continued, "Have you ever felt that everything here is so humid since you entered this dormitory building
And it also has a fishy smell?"
"It's like this in dormitory buildings." The old Taoist exhaled a smoke ring.
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed his brow. At this time, a bell rang in the dormitory building, which meant that it was time for the students to get up and attend morning self-study.
Some of the more diligent students had already walked out of the ground floor exit when the bell rang. They were wearing red school uniforms.
The students in other buildings around were wearing blue school uniforms.
"The color of the school uniform is different."
Zhou Ze pointed down. He didn't want to miss any details now. The reason was simple. From the moment he entered the dormitory building, things happened one after another, which made Zhou Ze feel that he had no clue at all.
"I guess the uniforms for middle school students and high school students are different. This is the middle school dormitory building, and the two buildings outside seem to be the high school. This middle school has both the middle school and high school departments together."
As the Taoist priest was talking, he took out the painting and looked at it again. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He even wondered why the person who died so tragically in the painting was himself instead of Zhou Ze
When did I have such a high sense of presence
"Here, your little crew-head is out."
Zhou Ze pointed downwards, and the dormitory supervisor with a short flat head walked out of the exit, holding a phone in his hand as if he was making a call.
"Didn't they call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No?" the old Taoist asked doubtfully.
In fact, for Zhou Ze and the old Taoist, causing some minor trouble is not a big deal. They can deal with it by burning some paper money. The key is that even if the dormitory managers with the bald heads don't call the police, they will not act as if nothing happened.
I was so busy catching ghosts before that I ignored this matter, but now that I have some free time, I figured out something is wrong.
No, to be exact, since I walked into this dormitory, few things have been going right.
"Well, he's still alive, too."
The old Taoist pointed at the short-haired guy standing below.
This feeling,
Really,
He is good.
Me too.
“Snap!”
Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking on the roof. The old Taoist only felt a gust of wind passing by his face, and then he heard a burst of noise and screams coming from below.
The guy with a flat head standing below was hit by the glass.
That piece of glass,
It pierced directly into his forehead.
Bibi is straight.