Speaking of this, Cai Han suddenly stopped, Xie Qiang and Zeng Ziang asked again and again, and then shook his head: "I don't know, the last time I contacted the senior was before he went abroad." At that time, I also asked this question, and the senior just smiled bitterly and said lightly: "The paper money on the ground is gone." ’”

"The paper money on the ground is gone?"

Xie Qiang repeated, a little unclear.

Cai Han just shook his head, and said that he didn't know, mentioning the senior seemed to make him feel very depressed, and he didn't have the heart to play cards, but when he walked out of the dormitory, he didn't look back and said a word.

"Throw this drawing board away, this painting is related to Zhou Zhihan's last painting."

Seeing the senior disappear at the door of the room, Xie Qiang couldn't help but look at the painting: "Thrown away?" ”

"Throw a fart, he's jealous of me, deliberately scaring me, can you recognize this as a small canteen just by hearing about it? Also, since his senior didn't say anything, how did he know that this painting was related to Zhou Zhihan's last painting? ”

Xie Qiang was stunned for a moment, and nodded suddenly, he was attracted by the story just now, but he really didn't notice this, and then thought about Cai Han's urine sex, and it was really possible to make up a story to scare and scare the two.

Thinking of this, Xie Qiang stood up violently: "I'll clean him up." ”

After speaking, he walked out of the bedroom quickly regardless of Zeng Ziang's shouting, where did he want to teach Cai Han a lesson, obviously afraid of Zeng Ziang's broken thoughts.

Walking out of the dormitory, Xie Qiang, who didn't know where to go, went into Cai Han's bedroom, looked at Cai Han who was lying on the bed in a daze, and complained: "Brother Cai, tell the story a little longer, I don't want to listen to Zeng Ziang's chatter." ”

"Story?" Cai Han glanced at Xie Qiang: "You just listen to it as a story." ”

"Hey, that's a bit wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Ahem, it's nothing, Brother Cai, make it up again, it's idle and boring anyway."

Cai Han sat up from the bed abruptly and looked at Xie Qiang directly.

The sudden movement startled Xie Qiang, patted his chest and was about to speak, but Cai Han had already spoken first.

"The senior later went back to the branch campus .......

It was also a night, and the wind was a little strong, and the trees that had not been pruned for a long time kept shaking, and the branches sticking out seemed to be the claws of the devil.

Several flashlights shine into the square covered with fallen leaves, and the "rustling" sound under your feet is endless.

The dark school building, only the sound of footsteps and breathing sounded emptyly.

In every classroom here, the desks and chairs are neatly arranged, as if classes will be held at any time.

On the third floor, there is a large classroom that is completely different from the others, and when the flashlight shines through the window, you can see neatly arranged rows of people's heads inside.

After a closer look, I found that these are all plaster heads, I don't know who painted the plaster heads, and in the dim light, they look like real human heads.

This is a studio, twice the size of a normal classroom.

There are drawing boards one by one, and in the opposite place of the drawing board, there is a plaster head.

Like the plaster head by the window, this one was painted.

Paint and brushes were placed haphazardly on the edge of each drawing board, and there was drawing paper on the drawing board, and plaster heads were painted on it, but it was not finished.

It was as if a group of students were drawing, and suddenly something urgent happened, and the students put down their brushes, left quickly, and never returned.

The only exception is not far from the plaster head, where only an easel remains. Neither the artboard nor the brushes are gone.

The easel is store-bought, and is indistinguishable from the surrounding easels, except for a pencil on the inner stand of the easel. Because of the friction, the name has been blurred.

Everything is normal, only the plaster head above attracts everyone's attention.

It is a portrait of a woman, which looks very real when it is painted, and when you touch your fingers, you can feel the hard and cold touch of the plaster.

The plaster head is fixed on the table, and the plaster statue is the most common way to practice sketching, and the plaster figure used needs to be changed frequently, and it is impossible to fix it.

This unusual scene attracted curious eyes, and after some inspection, an anomaly was finally found at the interface between the avatar and the desktop, where there were many remnants of plaster, as if the avatar was made on the table.

Lift the white cloth from under the avatar and look under the table.

Underneath the table was a woman's body, her neck attached to the table, with numerous abrasions around the edges.

Pale feet are bent to one side under the white clothes, as the skull is immobilized and the whole body hangs in the air.

It was the fourth painting by Zhou Zhihan.

The picture shows a beautiful girl with her head fixed to a chair, the mold being closed, revealing only the girl's lifeless one eye, and the white plaster is falling from above.

When the painting comes true, the next painting also appears.

In the picture, a man is entangled in wire, his hands and feet, hanging upside down from the ceiling, the tiny wire is deeply struggling into the flesh because of the weight of the man, and the blood runs down his hands and feet, staining the man's entire face.

There is no choice but to call the police.

As the stretcher passed by, a gust of wind blew, lifting a corner of the white cloth, and a face with scraps of plaster appeared in front of him.

Under the light, I finally saw the woman's appearance, it was a familiar face

It's just familiar, but I can't remember who it is.

Zhou Zhihan is still painting,

This time the painting is different from the past.

There are no figures, only a half-open door, and the bronze lion head each holds a copper ring, and the copper ring is rusty, and many places have been rusted and become pitted.

On the vermilion door panel, there are vivid eyes, and in each eye, the pupils seem to be trying to open, and a few slender fingers stick out of the door, and you can faintly see a canteen full of people.

It was a small cafeteria.

Everyone who sees it can see it at a glance.

It was also Zhou Zhihan's last painting.

Since then, no one has seen Zhou Zhihan again.

It was only in her bedroom that the man was found hanging upside down with wire on an electric fan.

Unlike in the picture, the man does not know how long he hanged, and the wire went deep into the flesh, moving upward against the bone, and the flesh on the man's hand was about to be cut off.

The only proof that Zhou Zhihan really appeared in this world is that there is only one photo out of memory.

This is a candid group photo, in the center of which is a girl sitting on the grass, her head bowed and drawing on the drawing board in front of her, her face blocked by her hair and drawing board.

Behind her, there stood several men and women with admiring expressions on their faces. These people are the victims who appeared in the painting and died, and on the side of the photo, Zhou Zhihan is passing by on the phone. ”