"Boss, what the hell is going on?"

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

Oh no, it's a hit.

But now he is completely like a normal person, except for the traces of a blue nose and swollen face on his face, but he fell on his own.

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

"It's painted." Zhou Ze said, "If he is really so interested, he will not be reluctant to fight me head-on, and even, he can beat me completely." ”

"Painted?"

"Yes, it's like a kind of hypnosis that blinds your senses of sight, hearing, smell, and so on, and changes according to his design."

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

"Damn, it turns out that we are peers, charlatans' tricks."

Lao Dao instantly regained the man's self-confidence.

The Great Leader said that all reactionaries are paper tigers!

"Boss, let's go get him out now, shall we?"

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

In fact, the appearance of ghosts has little to do with the dark and bright, at least for ghosts, there is no essential impact, but it affects people.

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

And at night, when something happens, people can easily be frightened, thus giving the ghost an opportunity to take advantage of.

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 also needs the support and cooperation of an environment, and it is not the background he likes to paint during the day, because it will magnify the flaws in his painting, and at night his painting can be more realistic.

"So let's go next...... Going for breakfast? ”

Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and Lao Dao naturally followed, and then, Lao Dao watched Zhou Ze walk into a bedroom with a utility room sign.

In the bedroom, in addition to a pile of miscellaneous items, there is also a pair of black leather shoes.

Zhou Ze sat on the wooden plank, as if thinking about something.

"Boss?"

Zhou Ze raised his hand and motioned for Lao Dao to be quiet at this time.

Lao Dao nodded, and sat down on the bed opposite, the bruises on his body, don't worry, he has been traveling south and north for so many years, and he has suffered countless scalp trauma, this, pediatrics.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhou Ze bent down under the bed and began to search.

Lao Dao also bent down and tinkered below, he didn't know what the boss was looking for, but it didn't matter, just look for it!

After all, most bosses don't see your progress, but your attitude.

There were some miscellaneous items under the bed, and when I pulled it out, it was empty underneath, after all, this bedroom was uninhabited.

Zhou Ze opened the wardrobe, and all eight cabinets were opened, and there was nothing else in them except for a thin layer of ash.

Lao Dao scratched his head, and simply climbed to the top bunk, where there were many posters on the wall of the upper bunk, all of which 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 soul would not have been able to stay here forever, and he had seen other strange scenes in this dormitory.

If nothing else, this bedroom should be the key point of this series of events.

"Boss, what kind of painting is hanging on your poster there, it looks weird." Lao Dao pointed to Zhou Ze and said.

"Picasso's paintings." Zhou Ze replied.

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

From Lao Dao's point of view, his boss actually reached out to touch the woman's chest in the painting, and Lao Dao said directly:

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

The old Taoist painting is not finished yet,

I only heard a "hiss",

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

Zhou Ze didn't have time to deal with the old nonsense, so he directly picked up a piece of paper, this is a pen drawing, the painting is very rigorous, the painting is a bedroom, and this bedroom is covered and filled with a special layer of liquid.

It can be thought of as water, or it can be thought of as ...... Blood.

In the next painting, on the balcony, there is a half-cut teenager trying to climb inside, and in the cabinet in the bedroom, two legs are outstretched.

This is followed by a third painting of a man with his head on the ground, standing upside down on a tile with his hands in leather shoes.

The three paintings represent three pictures, and these three pictures have just been seen by Zhou Ze before.

One was in the dormitory, filled with blood, one was the half-cut boy, and the other was Wang Baogang, who was 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, walking between classmates, teachers and students, if nothing else, the painting should be Sun Qiu.

Next is the fifth one, when he saw the scene in this painting, Zhou Ze immediately turned his head to look at Lao Dao, who had just climbed down from the opposite side to the top bunk on Zhou Ze's side at this time, and seemed to be very interested in what Zhou Ze had found.

"What are you drawing? Can not see clearly. Lao Dao asked.

Zhou Ze handed the painting to Lao Dao, Lao Dao grabbed the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other, and then the whole person was stunned for a moment, and fell down directly, fortunately, it was not high, so nothing happened to him, but Lao Dao seemed to look lost and depressed.

The painting fell to the ground, and in the painting, an old man in a Taoist robe was lying there, with his head in a different place, and a black cat nearby, as if gnawing at his corpse.

Zhou Ze opened the last one,

What is a little surprising is that in the last painting, it is not himself, but the little flat head, the little flat head has a sharp object inserted in his forehead, standing straight, because there are two moles on the face of the little flat head, so it corresponds well to the image of the person in the painting.

After reading all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the old man who had lost his soul below, and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Why do you have old-fashioned paintings but don't have your own paintings?

Well

It's like the predetermined protagonist of a movie being frantically stolen by a fringe trick.

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

"Boss, it's all fake, it's fake, right?"

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

"How can it be pinched, this is not a Mayan prophecy, I am still alive to pinch the poor road, and that little flat-headed dormitory manager is still alive."

"Do you want to say that a few years ago, there was a middle school student in this dormitory who had good drawings and started to worship you in advance?" Zhou Ze asked rhetorically.

"This is a ghost's trick, so he is trying to disturb the hearts of our army!"

Zhou Ze didn't say anything, but motioned to Lao Dao to put away the six paintings, and then Zhou Ze walked to the balcony.

It's almost dawn, the morning light is already faintly visible, and people always like to think of the morning light as a symbol of hope, but sometimes, it's more like the depression before the darkness comes.

Lao Dao had a bitter face, and 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, these are all fakes, right?"

Lao Dao has asked this question before.

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

And with a smell of earthiness? ”

"Dorm buildings, it's all like this." Lao Dao spat out a puff of smoke rings.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, at this time, there was a bell ringing in the dormitory building, which meant that it was time for the students to get up and participate in the morning self-study.

Some of the more diligent students, dressed in red uniforms, had already exited the ground floor exit when the bell rang.

The students in the other buildings around the building were wearing blue uniforms.

"The color of the school uniform, it's different."

Zhou Ze pointed down, he didn't want to let go of any detail now, the reason was very simple, from the time he entered this dormitory building, what happened one after another made Zhou Ze feel completely clueless.

"It is estimated that the uniforms of junior high school students and high school students are different, this is a junior high school dormitory building, and the two buildings outside seem to be high schools, and this middle school is a middle school and a high school together."

Lao Dao said and said, took out the painting and looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more it was not a taste, and even, Lao Dao was thinking, why was the person who died so miserably in the painting not Zhou Ze but himself?

When did I have such a high sense of presence?

"Well, your little flat head is out."

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

"Didn't they call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Didn't you?" Lao Dao wondered.

In fact, for Zhou Ze and Lao Dao, it is not a big deal to make a little trouble, and they can cope with it by burning some paper money, the key is that even if Xiao Pingtou's dormitory managers don't call the police, it won't be as if nothing happened.

I used to only care about catching ghosts and ignored this stubble, but now that I am idle, I have figured out that something is wrong.

No, to be exact, there haven't been a few things wrong since I walked into this dormitory.

"Well, he's still alive."

Lao Dao pointed to the small flat head standing below.

This feeling,

It really is,

He's good,

I'm okay too.

"Smack!"

Suddenly there was a sound of glass breaking from the roof, and Lao Dao only felt a wind passing by the side of his face, and then he could only hear a noise and screaming from below.

The little flat head standing below was just hit by the glass,

That piece of glass,

stabbed straight through the door of his head,

Bibi straight.