The artist doll originally wanted to get angry, but when he saw the painting in front of him, there was no sound.
This golden hair who didn’t know where he was hitting is indeed superior to him in his mastery of portrait painting. He is extremely mature, not to mention, even the use of color must be bolder. Each stroke has benefited the artist a lot, I don’t know. Before not knowing it, he watched attentively, and couldn't bear to look away.
He was obviously a ghost who had been dead for many years, but because of his good temper, he wouldn't be incapable of accepting the fact that others are better than himself. He just works on his paintings without permission. If he doesn't show his outstanding features, the artist estimates that he will have to go crazy on the spot.
After painting, Messiah threw the paintbrush away, and said with some enthusiasm, "No, it's still far away."
He turned his head and left altogether neatly, making the artist who still wanted to ask for advice a bit dazed.
Forget it, who doesn't have a weird temper when taking the road of art? People with higher skills and more weird tempers abound.
The artist shook his head regretfully, returned to his seat, and continued to admire the painting.
Looking at it, he seemed to understand the meaning of the other party's "far too far" just now.
Because no matter how many colors are used, how dazzling and complicated the techniques and techniques are, it is impossible to describe the charm of that person by one in ten million.
The audience in the live broadcast room was also a little dazed by this scene, but they looked at the Messiah with a holy smile and gracefully bowed down painting just now, and they couldn't fault it.
It's a pity that even if they find something wrong, because the main system prohibits communication between the two parties, the audience in the live broadcast room can't contact the thriller trainees who are participating in the game, so they have to give up.
... ...
In the days before the Halloween event, all the trainees were very busy.
The high-level trainees are busy stepping on the spot, busy testing whether the doll is abnormal, and busy running around to determine the location of the amusement facilities in each area. Low-level trainees are busy collecting experience cards for various amusement facilities, and take various projects everywhere to exchange for C-level blind boxes.
Zong Jiu is also busy.
There are eleven teams in total, and each team needs to be replaced after being responsible for an area. The drawings are given to Zong Jiu, who ran to the hot air balloon to check in detail.
In the end, Zong Jiu couldn't squat on a hot air balloon all day to do this. He had to get in touch with the good ghosts and see which ghosts could help in the Halloween Battle Royale event.
For example, the clown with all his faces written "Come and find me to play", and the crazy hat who is happy on the street.
Although he agreed to come and play with the clown, Zong Jiu happily released the other side's pigeons because of too much work in the past two days.
When Zong Jiu looked for it, the clown was squatting on the ground, counting the mushrooms without blinking, muttering to himself.
"Why hasn't he come to play with me~ Did he forget me~~ There are so many fun dolls in the playground~~~"
"Humans are really dumb guys~~~Sure enough, let's kill them~~~~"
Zong Jiu: "..."
He pretended not to hear these words, and patted the clown on the shoulder, "Hi!"
Hearing a familiar voice, the clown stiffened his back and instantly jumped up from the ground. The decadent expression he had squatted on the ground was completely gone, and he put on a big smile instead.
"You come to play with me!"
"Yes."
The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and began to compile information without a trace, "You only sell balloons in one place every day. Isn't it boring?"
"No~ As long as you come to play with me, I won't feel lonely~"
Maybe it was so happy, so happy that the clown couldn't control the feet he wanted to dance, shaking his head in place.
With the large bunch of balloons in his hand, Zong Jiuzhen suspected that if the clown's strength was a little bit weaker, or the weight was not enough, he might have to be pulled into the air by the bunch of balloons.
This time, he asked for a crying balloon. Leaving under the watch of the clown.
Seeing the clown so boring, Zong Jiu decided to be a live Lei Feng and find him a companion.
The number one choice is of course the crazy hat with the same attributes as him.
The Mad Hatter has been bouncing on the streets of the third district, singing arias that no one can understand.
Pedestrians took a detour when they saw him, because the degree of paint on this guy's face was able to compete with the clown, not to mention the dazzling blood stains on the clothes on his body, but the crazy hat turned out to be good, and everyone told others that it was him. Spilled tomato juice at Alice Banquet.
Others looked at the darkened bloodstains: um, well, just treat us as stupid and we can just watch you go around.
Others couldn't understand what the Mad Hatter was singing, but Zong Jiu could translate every sentence of his singing without any obstacles.
"Oh, my little white bird, why do you look so sad, is my love fire not enough to burn for you?"
Obviously, Mad Hatter has a lot of research on drama. For example, this sentence directly borrows the tones of Romeo and Juliet, and then adds his own adapted words and sentences, which looks decent.
"This is the balloon of a clown in a district." Zong Jiu answered calmly.
"Oh! Joker! What an abominable name, but it makes my heart surging!"
Mad Hatter yelled in surprise, "I have heard of this frightening name, my dear little white bird, can you tell me if he really likes to twist his head off and kick a ball?"
"The other person is next to the factory in the first district. You can ask him this question in person."
Zong Jiu blinked, "I have a hunch that you will be very topical."
There is more than a topic, two crazy people get together, it is simply the type that can hook shoulders and back to the world.
"Oh, good, good."
Mad Hatter thought about it in place, kicking with pointed shoes.
Perhaps he also thought it was too boring to sing alone here. After a few and a half beats of unknown dances, he resolutely decided to listen to Xiao Bainiao's suggestion and went to a district to find a clown.
Zong Jiu watched his back, calmly accepted the admiration of the trainees from all directions, and hid his merit and fame.
... ...
Twenty days passed without knowing it.
Soon, at 9 o'clock today, there will be an intense and exciting Halloween battle royale event.
All the members of the ninth team gathered in the quiet room of the top bar with serious expressions.
Spread out in front of them is a paved map of the colorful amusement park.
This map is very large, with various types of amusement facilities and buildings in different areas marked in small print, and each person also holds a painted print version.
Zong Jiu pointed to eleven areas in the playground.
"There are some amusement facilities in many areas, such as haunted houses and roller coasters. The colorful amusement park is so big, and the main system should not point out that the safe house must be a certain building facility in a certain area. It is likely to be different. The regional form is expanded. For example, if only the haunted house is a safe house, as long as it is a haunted house, it can temporarily act as a safe house."
Everyone nodded while listening.
"There are a total of ten hours at night, which means that we will experience ten safe house changes."
The magician took out a card at will and pointed to the different colored areas on the map, "When we went in, we started as a group activity. Even if we were separated, we could rush to the next safe house location as a team."
"Finally, and most importantly, there may be a limit on the number of people in the safe house."
The faces of all the trainees became serious.
Everyone knows what it means to have a limit on the number of people in the safe house.
If a jumper is designated as a safe house, only ten people can be boarded.
If a hot air balloon by the sea is designated as a safe house, it can hold even fewer people.
At this point, the main system has relaxed the conditions for them.
It promises that each round of the safe house can accommodate more people than the trainees participating in the activity.
Therefore, in order to deal with this situation, the entire ninth squad team must not work together and can only be divided into groups.
Zong Jiu closed the map and encouraged, "That's all I have to say, let's go on, I hope I can see a full 110 people when the park closes."
"good."
The voices of the crowd almost didn't lift the ceiling.
Everyone walked towards the gate of the playground in groups.
Halloween is here, and the costumes in the amusement park have been renewed.
The lanterns that were previously suspended in the air were all replaced with ignited pumpkin lanterns, and paint was splashed on the ground by the roadside, creating a sense of horror. Not to mention the white skeletons hanging on the eaves, the scarecrows decorated with cloth strips, the giant coffins lying on the corners of the street, and the most important thing is hundreds of real ghosts.
Dark yellow and pale white intertwined, and purple and scarlet matched each other, and the atmosphere came out all at once.
The trainees who come to the playground at this time are all preparing to participate in Halloween activities.
Among the more than 5,000 trainees, there are still not many who dare to participate in this dangerous activity. High-level trainees are still there. Many low-level trainees have retired. However, half of the two thousand people have not arrived.
Everyone holds a special map in their hands, and there is a clear line of organization invisible.
Zong Jiu glanced at Zhuge secretly from a distance, and looked away calmly, but instead swept away at the other S-Class.
In twenty days, it was enough for Zong Jiu to test these S-levels for one round.
In the end, good guy, unexpectedly or not, I was taken aback by the test. Except for the few S-classes that Zhugean had pulled in beforehand, the others were almost wiped out, and even his eldest brother Fan Zhuo also said, this is something that Zong 90 million did not expect.
He picked out a few cards with the devil's inversion, and planned to take advantage of the Halloween event to save them one by one before talking.
Zhuge frowned on this rare occasion, "We haven't fully understood where his ability lies, so be cautious."
Zong Jiu sighed, "It's a pity."
The devil hadn't appeared in front of him in the past two days, instead, a few puppets dangling around, full of hints.
The room card of no.1 is in Zong Jiu's hand. If he agrees to cooperate, he can find it at any time.
Originally, Zong Jiu also had this idea, but unfortunately the situation has changed now. Once he makes a move, it will be the best response.
Of course Zong Jiu regretted that he couldn't play the game of stabbing a knife behind the fake cooperation.
Time ticked by.
Finally, when it was almost nine o'clock, the mechanical sound of the main system sounded.
[Special event: Halloween Battle Royale, will start soon]
[The park will be closed in five minutes and will open again at six tomorrow]