Zhaohai has been tired lately. Rao is a dragon clan is physically strong and energetic, but he can't bear such a perverted work intensity.

When he left, he left a huge mess, and the participants in the Heavenly and Human War were the main force of the defense forces in each district, and almost everyone was injured, so that Lao Dingtou was facing a situation where no one was available.

Facing the more and more directional reports piled up on the table, Lao Dingtou only felt that his scalp was numb, and Zhuang Yan and Zhao Hai, who were standing on the side, showed wry smiles.

Although Lao Dingtou usually doesn't seem very serious, Zhuang Yan, who has always played the role of a deputy to assist him, knows that Lao Dingtou is actually a workaholic.

No father, no mother, no children and no daughters, Lao Ding Tou has an independent lounge in the headquarters of Jinchengwei, and when he is really tired, he falls asleep in the lounge, wakes up and continues to work.

No matter how high his cultivation is, he is a human after all, staring at his red eyes, Lao Ding reached out and handed a report to Zhaohai.

"We are in a special situation now, and we can only pick important cases. "Zhao Hai stretched out his hand to take the report, this is a report document, the garrison troops who have left after handing over the defense found that during the Heavenly War, there were many places in Jincheng where the spiritual power was abnormal, if it was the case that the Jincheng Guard was still complete, it would be good to send someone over to investigate, but the garrison troops were never Jincheng Guard, and they could only choose to stand still under the circumstances.

"Go and find out who the other person is and what they want to do. Lao Dingtou kept his head down when he spoke, and the action of flipping through the documents in his hand did not stop for a moment.

Zhao Hai was infected by the tense atmosphere on Lao Dingtou's body, and left without looking back.

"Chairman, the owner of the wax museum is not ......" Zhuang Yan always hid her questions, and as soon as Zhaohai's figure disappeared at the door, she couldn't wait to ask.

"It's different now, I have to confirm them one by one, understand?" Old Ding Tou glanced up at her, his pupils were covered with dense bloodshots.

Zhaohai's car is parked at the door of a two-story store, which is located in Beihe District, not the city center, not a business circle, the end of autumn is about to enter winter, the whole street except for a whole row of two-story small buildings in turn, pedestrians are a little scarce.

Looking up at the signboard of this shop, the wood that has been eroded by the wind and rain can barely make out the crimson color, and the word wax museum is written on it with unknown paint, the font is crooked, it does not look beautiful, and the owner of this shop does not seem to care whether it is beautiful or not, the old-fashioned large wooden door is just hidden, leaving an obvious gap in the middle.

Zhaohai pushed the door in, the rusted door shaft made an ugly creak, a U-shaped counter divided the entire floor into two parts, inside and outside, the counter is glass, and the transparent texture can see that there are some wax models of different sizes inside, Zhaohai glanced at it, most of the models have lost their due luster, and I don't know how long they have been there.

Standing on the outer floor, Zhao Hai found that in the huge first floor, except for the staircase leading to the second floor on the right side of the sight, only the two people sitting behind the counter at the moment remained.

The two people sat in the corner of the counter on the left and right, without any contact with each other, even if Zhao Hai pushed the door into the room, the two of them seemed to have lost interest in raising their eyes to look at him, the person on the left hand side of Zhao Hai, with a tall drawing board in front of him, was concentrating on what was being depicted on it at the moment, and the person on the right hand had a large ball of unknown material in front of him, the carving knife in his hand kept changing angles, and with the movement of his arm, a little bit of debris fell from the unknown material to the ground.

"Jinchengwei is handling the case, may I ask who is the boss?" After a short silence, Zhao Hai took the initiative to speak, and the old wax museum was full of weirdness.

However, no one answered him, and the two strangers on the first floor, who were immersed in their own world, didn't seem to hear Zhao Hai's question, and they didn't lift their eyelids.

Zhao Hai deliberately raised his voice and asked again, and the two people in front of him were like inanimate machines, still indifferent, Zhao Hai Long strengthened his body, raised his right foot and took a step forward.

Boom!

With the dragon power of the foot stomped on the ground, the entire two-story small building emitted a significant tremor, creating a lot of movement Zhao Hai calmly looked ahead, after the foot fell, it seemed that he was still unsatisfied, and his left foot wanted to continue to follow!

It was then that the stranger, who had been drawing, finally reacted.

With just one glance, one of the eyes of the person who painted it was exposed through the edge of the drawing board, and Zhao Hai only felt that his whole body was wrapped in a strange energy, and no matter how hard he lifted his left foot, he couldn't let it go!

In the quiet space on the first floor, there was a click sound of the person who painted the painting and the wrestling force, the ice blue dragon power flashed on his face, and dense dragon scales appeared on his neck with bulging green muscles, and the eye was always staring at him, without any emotion.

The left leg that Zhaohai had been carrying fell suddenly, and the person who painted the painting stared at Zhaohai again, and his head was withdrawn behind the drawing board and lost his trace, but at this moment Zhaohai was in a tangle.

The person on the other side, only one look can control his body, although he finally broke free, but the ubiquitous strange energy made Zhao Hai rise a sense of crisis, go back first and then make plans, this is not a situation that he can deal with, Zhao Hai thought of this and turned around and left.

He thought that his departure would also be hindered, but Zhao Hai was surprised to find that the strange energy just now had disappeared out of thin air, and he turned around smoothly, without any force to stop him.

He was actually only three or four meters away from the gate, but Zhao Hai turned around and just took a step forward, a human voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Hey, do you want to paint?" the voice exudes the vitality of a young man, but it would have been better if he had been a little more angry.

Zhaohai miraculously turned around, he originally wanted to leave, he found that a young face was exposed behind the drawing board, the facial features on the fair skin were delicate and three-dimensional, and it could be seen that it was a man, but this yin and yang were harmonious, how to look at the pleasing facial features Zhaohai always felt that it should not appear on a man.

The other party smiled, gestured to a high stool next to the counter, and summoned the sea ghost to climb up and sit down.

There was a long silence, and Zhao Hai maintained a straight sitting posture, the other party's feminine face appeared and disappeared behind the drawing board, and the entire first floor was only the rustle of pencils resting on paper.

Suddenly, Zhao Hai realized that something was wrong again, even now, the guy on the other side who was concentrating on dealing with the large piece of material in front of him never made a sound, even if Zhao Hai secretly observed with his spare eyes, he came to the same conclusion, as if the whole world was only him and the material in front of him, and no one else existed.

"Alright. Come and have a look. The pencil that the man had crouched in his hand left the paper for the last time, and gently spat out two words, as if pleased with his work.

Summoning the sea stepped forward and ran down, walked to the edge of the counter in a few steps, the side edge of the drawing board disappeared little by little as the caller moved, and a dragon flashing with ice-blue light jumped onto the paper!

As soon as he saw the pencil drawn dragon, Zhao Hai's heart slammed down, and the rumbling war drums continued to sound!

Zhao Hai couldn't figure it out, just a pencil drawing of the dragon, how could he make himself feel colorful, but he really realized that the dragon on the paper was lifelike, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt as if he was about to come to life.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, that's my brother," the painter raised his chin and nodded at the man who had been quiet next to him, "We were invited by the shopkeeper to come over to the exhibition." ”

Zhao Hai didn't speak again, he didn't know what the purpose of the two people in front of him who were getting weirder and weirder the more they looked at them.

"Since you're here, let's take a look. The man stood up, stretched out an arm, and pointed in the direction of the stairs.

Summoning the sea didn't know how he got upstairs, and the voice of the person who painted it seemed to have a magical power, and no one was allowed to disagree. The further up the stairs went, the darker the light became, until the entire second-floor space was completely darkened when you stepped onto the ground on the second floor.

Huge blackout curtains completely blocked the windows on three walls, and Hayden was stunned when he called for it.

The happy figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and he looked at himself with a smile, but I don't know why, Zhao Hai didn't have the slightest pleasure of seeing his brother in his heart, only creepy!