It was almost dawn, which meant that Zhou Ze and the old Taoist were actually standing still on this lawn and maintaining this posture for a very long time.
Fortunately, there were basically no people walking around the dormitory building at this time, so no one noticed that there were two people standing there stupidly.
Otherwise, if any unexpected events occurred, there would be no way to take care of them. Just like the reason why Li Tieguai possessed a dead beggar was because his physical body encountered an accident when he was wandering outside.
The old Taoist got into the car, took out the remedy wine from the car, and rubbed his knees. At this time, he was already a little confused. The previous illusion and the current reality, two difficult to distinguish true and false feelings kept disturbing him. He didn't know where the pain was real and where it was fake.
It's like when a person just gets out of the water after swimming, he always feels a little uncomfortable with gravity.
Zhou Ze also sat in the co-pilot seat, and in front of him was the notebook.
The notebook cover is blue, very low-key and ordinary.
"Boss, what on earth is going on? How can looking at a notebook turn out like that?"
The Taoist priest has always been curious about this. For some unknown reason, his memory of the time after he and his boss entered the school was erased, and they went directly into Building B.
In fact,
Building B does not exist.
The dormitory supervisor in the movie also does not exist. The boy with half a body, Zhao Baogang who walks upside down, the aunt who adds hot water to the thermos, etc., actually do not exist.
But that feeling that seems to be non-existent but is extremely real, and the inertia that makes people subconsciously "seamlessly connect", is really terrifying.
"Have you heard of "Painted Wall"? " Zhou Ze asked.
"I've seen the movie," the Taoist replied.
"It's a story from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio." Zhou Ze tilted his head to the chair. "It's almost the same thing, but in that story, people entered the world of murals, and this time, we entered the world in this notebook. If I'm not mistaken, the notebook should be full of pen drawings. Everything we saw in that dormitory building was drawn in it."
"Is it so exaggerated?"
"Now there is only one question, who the hell is that Sun Qiu?"
If Zhou Ze hasn't realized Sun Qiu's problem at this time, then all his efforts would have been in vain.
From the time that guy entered the bookstore and told the story to the time when he and the Taoist priest entered Pingchao Middle School and were guided by a black cat to find the notebook, the whole thing was actually closely linked.
There is someone guiding and manipulating everything from behind, seemingly waiting for all this to happen.
This feeling makes people very uncomfortable. Normal people don't want to be someone else's puppet.
The scene of the girl deep in the corridor that he saw when he "closed" the notebook reminded him of the little girl in Sanxiang Village. She was cute, hungry, and well-behaved.
Bai Yingying was knocked down by the other party and they started to tie her up.
Before, Zhou Ze thought that the other party was some elusive master who did good deeds without leaving a name, but who knew that she was not that simple.
Zhou Ze could actually guess the purpose of the six pen drawings found in the dormitory building, especially the one about the old Taoist.
Paintings, like movies, are fake and do not exist in the strict sense. The scenes and characters in the paintings can naturally be free.
For example, the dormitory building can be curved, and the ghosts that appear one after another in it can be without any logic or reason, but fake is fake after all, so how can it be made real
Let a living person die inside, let a real living person die in the fake world, and use this as a model to influence the whole, so that the originally fake things can have the ability to affect reality.
Just like some financing scams, their gimmicks and all the publicity are basically fake, but they can attract financing in reality and defraud huge amounts of money. In the end, it doesn’t matter whether it is true or false, because it has successfully stirred up trouble in reality.
And because he was originally a "dead man" and not a living person, the protagonist of the painting became the Taoist priest.
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed his brow. To be honest, this matter was a bit incoherent, and it was not pleasant to be stared at and plotted against.
"Meow!"
A cat's cry was heard, and the old Taoist priest who was sitting in the cab and applying medicated wine was stunned. He quickly looked out the window and saw a black cat crouching on the overpass not far away, looking at this side with eyes like sapphires.
"Oh my god, the cat is out again."
The old Taoist was quite sensitive to cats. He recalled now that the reason why he proposed to catch the black cat was because his previous boss had a white cat. He felt that if Zhou Ze had a black cat, it would effectively improve his B-level character.
Zhou Ze got out of the car and looked over there. He was still holding the notebook in his hand. On the back of the notebook, there was a sticker with a black cat's head.
The black cat was nearly a hundred meters away from Zhou Ze. It licked its paws, as if it was still unsatisfied. Just now, it was just a little bit away from eating the Taoist priest's meat.
Zhou Ze didn't run over to catch the cat, nor was he too lazy to play hide-and-seek with it. He took out a lighter, lit a flame, and then put the lower end of the notebook close to it.
Fuck your calculations.
The worst that can happen to me is just a fire!
The black cat was stunned for a moment, as if it had not expected Zhou Ze to have such a reaction. It immediately tensed its body and then leaped over. The black figure almost flew on the cement road and pounced on Zhou Ze.
really,
Is this black cat similar to the spirit of this notebook
“Buzz!”
Zhou Ze's left fingernail grew out, and he grabbed the black cat that pounced on him.
"puff!"
The black cat was directly blown away by Zhou Ze and fell to the ground. Its body began to become illusory and it seemed very uncomfortable. It was much weaker than Zhou Ze expected.
"Hey, are you really going to burn it?"
A girl's voice came from behind Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze turned around and saw a little girl sitting on the roof of his car, shaking her feet as if watching a play.
She was just watching the show, from beginning to end.
The old Taoist stuck his head out of the car, but before he could look up, a foot stepped on him.
“Ah, that hurts!”
The old Taoist retracted his head in pain.
It's really his own fault. The girl was sitting in the car with her legs swinging. If you stick your head out and look up, wouldn't everything be exposed
"Who are you?" Zhou Ze asked.
"I'm just passing by, and I'm about to leave Tongcheng. I just want to remind you that this notebook is much more valuable than you think. It's just been contaminated now. By chance, it was picked up by a student who can draw, and then he drew so many ghost stories about the dormitory on it.
Coupled with the influence of the resentment and negative emotions of the students of this school, it became like that.
But its function is actually much higher than this, and its role is definitely not limited to VR glasses.”
"Why should I believe you?" Zhou Ze asked.
The little girl jumped out of the car and walked in front of Zhou Ze.
A smile, not a smile.
There were stars in her eyes, and she was completely different from the silly country girl who had walked into her bookstore before.
"Hehe, this is really fun. You are really fun like this."
The little girl reached out and wanted to touch Zhou Ze's face.
Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not resist or refuse.
Her palms were very cold and, to be honest, not very comfortable.
The little girl touched it, raised her head, and breathed a sigh of relief, "You know, this is a magic weapon of the judge, a Yin-Yang Book that has fallen into a poor state."
Zhou Ze shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
He was still a temporary worker.
Only after being converted to a regular employee can one be considered a genuine ghost catcher, and then one has to slowly work his way up to become a captain of police, then an inspector, and finally a judge.
It can be said that the current level of "Judge" is too far away for Zhou Ze.
"If I hadn't isolated the influence of this booklet and confined it to a dormitory building, how long would it take you to realize that what you are looking at is actually a painting? And that the place you are in is actually fake?"
The little girl seemed to be talking to herself.
"I'm leaving now. The ring from last time and the notebook this time are my gifts for you. Please keep them well. They will be useful in the future."
The little girl stretched out her hand and grabbed forward. The black cat that Zhou Ze had just slapped away turned into a beam of black light and flew into the girl's palm. Then the little girl put it into the notebook.
At the same time, Sun Qiu, who had been reading in the book room, disappeared instantly, and the book he was holding fell to the ground.
“Keep it, this thing, even though it’s badly damaged now, is still somewhat useful, and later on, you can even catch some ghosts in it.
For example, pornographic ghosts, etc., and you can go in and take a look whenever you want. In terms of experience, it is definitely better than the current VR adult technology."
The little girl took her hand back and looked at Zhou Ze carefully again.
"I'm going down now. I'll come up next time. It's difficult. You can also try to be more low-key. Of course, there's no need to wrong yourself. Forget it. Anyway, after your last life, you seem to be used to it."
"Do you know me?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Well, do you still think that you in your previous life is the real you?" the little girl asked back.
"If you want to tell me something about your past life, it will be too cliché and melodramatic," Zhou Ze said.
"Then let me tell you an even more ridiculous story. I did know you in your previous life." The little girl blinked and looked at Zhou Ze.
"Then you raped me."
“… …” Zhou Ze.
"How's it going? Bloody, right?"
Zhou Ze nodded.
"Were you this young then?" Zhou Ze asked.
He wanted to know if he had been such a beast in his past life.
The little girl doubled over with laughter.
Then it started to grow slowly,
A thin layer of black mist enveloped her.
It was hard to see her face clearly, but she had indeed turned into an adult woman.
Zhou Ze felt better.
fine,
Not that beastly.
However,
What Zhou Ze couldn't see was that the woman's face in the black fog was actually the face of an old woman with wrinkles so wrinkled that it was chilling.
The old woman was wearing a dark golden robe and a crown on her head. She was extremely graceful, but her face did not match her figure and temperament at all. It was like a perfect work of art that was destroyed and distorted.
"I will wait for you. I will wait for you slowly, wait for you to climb up step by step, wait for the day when you return to the underworld to be conferred, wait for you to be able to remember some things from your previous life."
"Don't do that. You're making me feel like I'm on the wrong set. We're not filming The Legend of Sword and Fairy."
“When the time comes, I will torture you to death and personally send you to the animal realm, only then will I feel the pleasure of revenge.
You are growing too slowly, so slowly that I can't bear to watch it anymore. I can only show up and give you some good things to make you fatter quickly."
“… …” Zhou Ze.
Suddenly I felt that it would be better if I had really gone to the wrong set than it is now.
“Hehehe…”
The woman's figure and the surrounding black fog dissipated in an instant and sank into the ground.
She left.
He left very cleanly.
The car door was opened, and the old Taoist priest with a clear footprint on his face came out, rubbing his face.
He snorted in dissatisfaction at the place where the woman disappeared:
"Oh, woman."