Chapter 142 Something Is Wrong Everywhere

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"Boss, what's going on?"

The old man was a little confused, so he just saw that he had been hit by an arrow,

Oh no, it was a hit.

But now he seems to be completely fine, except for the bruised nose and swollen face left on his face, but it was he who fell it himself.

Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that fell on the ground, but the pen was turned into ashes as soon as it was touched.

"It was painted on it." Zhou Ze said, "If he is really so strong, he will not be unwilling to fight me head-on. He can even beat me up."

"Draw it?"

"Yes, it's painted, it's like a more advanced hypnosis, blinding your vision, hearing, smell and other perceptions, and changing according to his design."

Zhou Ze looked at his arm, there were obvious scars on his arm before, but now he can't see the slightest, but the real texture of the picture is enough to make people subconsciously believe this in a short time. Everything is true.

"Damn it, it turns out that we are traveling together, a charlatan's trick."

The old man regained the man's self-confidence in an instant.

The great leader said that all reactionaries are paper tigers!

"Boss, shall we go and catch him now?"

Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed out the aisle window, "It's almost dawn, and he's already hiding."

In fact, the appearance of ghosts has nothing to do with darkness and dawn, at least for ghosts, it has no essential influence, but affects people instead.

During the day, everything is in broad daylight. Even if something weird happens, ordinary people can feel a little courageous, at least they can have some psychological comfort.

And at night, people are easily frightened when something happens, which gives ghosts an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Of course, that ghost is a bit special. He is good at painting, but no matter how good the painting and picture quality are, it needs the support and cooperation of an environment. It is not his favorite background for painting during the day, because it will magnify the flaws in his paintings, and at night his Painting can be more realistic.

"Then shall we... have breakfast?"

Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and the old Taoist naturally followed. Afterwards, the old Taoist watched Zhou Ze walk into a bedroom with a utility room sign.

In the dormitory, apart from a pile of sundries, 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 man to be quiet at this time.

The old man nodded and sat down on the opposite bed. There is no need to worry about the bruises on his body. He has traveled all over the world for so many years, and he has suffered countless scalp injuries. This point is pediatrics.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Ze bent down and started searching under the bed.

The old Taoist also bent down and fiddled with him below. He didn't know what the boss was looking for, but it didn't matter, just look for it!

After all, what most bosses see is not your progress, but your attitude.

There were some sundries under the bed. After pulling them out, the bottom was empty. 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 old man scratched his head, and simply climbed to the upper bunk. On the wall of the upper bunk, there were many posters, all of them were football stars, Ronaldo, Ramos and the like.

Zhou Ze also came to the upper bunk. He felt that there should be something here, otherwise Wang Baogang's dead soul could not stay here all the time, and he also saw other strange scenes in this dormitory.

If there is no accident, this dormitory should be the key point of this series of events.

"Boss, what kind of painting is hanging on your poster? It looks weird." The old man pointed to Zhou Ze and said.

"Picasso's painting." Zhou Ze replied.

Immediately, Zhou Ze seemed to have discovered something, and reached out to touch the poster.

From the perspective of the old Taoist, his boss actually reached out to touch the position of the woman's chest in the painting, and the old Taoist said directly:

"Boss, go home and touch Yingying, the woman in this painting is too ugly..."

The old Taoist painting is not finished yet,

There was only a "hiss" sound,

The painting was directly torn off by Zhou Ze, and several sheets of paper fell between the painting and the wall.

Zhou Ze didn't have the time to pay attention to the old man's nonsense, so he picked up a piece of paper directly. It was a pen drawing, and the painting was very rigorous. What was in the painting was a dormitory, but this dormitory was covered and filled with a layer of special liquid.

It can be regarded as water, or it can be regarded as... blood.

In the next painting, on the balcony, there is a boy who is only half of his body trying to climb inside, and in the bedroom cabinet, with two legs stretched out.

Next came the third painting, in which a man with his head on the ground stood upside down on the tiles with his hands in leather shoes.

The three paintings represent three pictures, and Zhou Ze has just seen these three pictures before.

One was in the dormitory, filled with blood, the other was the half-length boy, and the other was Wang Baogang walking upside down.

Below, there are three more paintings, for a total of six.

Pick up another painting, in the painting is a skeleton,

Holding a book in his hand, he was walking among his classmates, teachers and students. If there is no accident, the painting should be Sun Qiu.

Next is the fifth picture. When Zhou Ze saw the scene in this painting, Zhou Ze immediately turned his head to look at the old man. At this time, the old man had just climbed down from the opposite bunk to the upper bunk on Zhou Ze's side. Found something very interesting.

"What's the painting? I can't see clearly." The old Taoist asked.

Zhou Ze handed the painting to Lao Dao, who grabbed the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other. Then he was stunned for a moment, and fell straight down. Fortunately, it was not high, so nothing happened. It's something, but the old man seems to have lost his mind.

The painting fell to the ground. In the painting, an old man in Taoist robes was lying there with his head in a different place. There was a black cat nearby, which seemed to be gnawing on his corpse.

Zhou Ze opened the last one,

Surprisingly, the one in the last painting is not me, but that Xiaopingtou, with a sharp object stuck on his forehead, standing upright, because Xiaopingtou has two moles on his face, so It corresponds well to the image of the characters in the painting.

After finishing all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the distraught old Taoist below, and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Why do you have old-fashioned paintings but no paintings of your own?

Um,

It's like making a movie where a fringe extra has frantically upstaged the main character.

The old Taoist immediately climbed up again, took the other paintings in Zhou Ze's hand and looked at them, and then asked Zhou Ze with some trepidation:

"Boss, the pictures are all fake, right?"

Zhou Ze got out of bed, washed his hands at the sink, and said, "I haven't seen only the two paintings of you and Xiaopingtou. I have seen the other four paintings."

"How could it be possible? This is not a Mayan prophecy. Poorly, I am still alive, and so is the little flat-headed dormitory."

"Are you trying to say that a few years ago, in this dormitory, there was a middle school student with a good painter who started to worship you in advance?" Zhou Ze asked back.

"This is a ghost's way of blinding the eyes, playing tricks, trying to disturb our army's morale!"

Zhou Ze didn't say anything more, but motioned the old man to put away the six paintings, and 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.

With a bitter face, the old man also walked to the edge of the balcony, took out a cigarette, handed one to Zhou Ze, and lit one himself, then sighed and said:

"Boss, are these all fake?"

The old man has asked this question before.

"I don't know." Zhou Ze shook his head, then, leaning on the edge of the balcony, Zhou Ze continued: "Have you ever felt that everything here is so humid since you entered this dormitory building.

And it also has an earthy smell? "

"Dormitory buildings, it's all like this." The old man exhaled a smoke ring.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. At this moment, a bell rang in the dormitory building, which meant that the students should get up for morning self-study.

Some of the more diligent students, wearing red school uniforms, had already left the exit on the ground floor when the bell rang.

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 let go of any details now, the reason is very simple, since he entered this dormitory building, what happened one after another made Zhou Ze feel completely clueless.

"It is estimated that junior high school students and high school students have different school uniforms. This is a junior high school dormitory building, and the two buildings outside seem to be high school buildings. This middle school has both the middle school and the high school together."

As the old Taoist talked, he took out the painting and looked at it again. The more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. Even, the old Taoist was also thinking, why the person who died so badly in the painting was not Zhou Ze but himself?

When did I have such a high sense of presence?

"Here, your little flat head came out."

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and pointed down, and the dormitory teacher Xiaoping walked outside the exit, holding a phone in his hand as if he was making a call.

"Did they not call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No?" The old man asked suspiciously.

In fact, for Zhou Ze and Lao Dao, making a little trouble is not a big deal, and they can be dealt with by burning some paper money. The key is that even if Xiaopingtou and the dormitory supervisors don't call the police, nothing will happen. Same thing.

Before, I was only focused on catching ghosts and ignored this, but now that I am free, I figured out something was wrong.

No, to be precise, since entering this dormitory, few things have been right.

"Well, he's still alive, too."

The old Taoist pointed to Xiaopingtou standing below.

this feeling,

Really are,

He is good,

I am fine too.

"Crack!"

Suddenly there was the sound of glass shattering from the top of the building. The old Taoist only felt a gust of wind blowing past his face, and then he heard a burst of noise and screams from below.

Xiaopingtou standing below was just hit by the glass.

That piece of glass,

It pierced directly from the position of his forehead,

Bibi is straight.

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