"Professor? What happened to him? ”

Jiang Qiao opened her mouth in disbelief, the professor she knew was only forty years old, and the old man in front of her said that he was already eighty or ninety years old, but overnight, how did he become like this.

"Who knows, maybe there are a lot of bad things, come to retribution, I heard that a little girl who was violated by him before committed suicide by jumping off the building because of depression, maybe the ghost of that little girl came to him to settle accounts. Don't pity him, it's all self-inflicted. Anyway, our doctor has already checked it, and we can't find anything wrong, so that's the only way. The nurse squinted at the professor in disgust.

"Suicide... Jiang Qiao looked at the old man who had run out of oil and dried up the lamp. On him, there was still no trace of ghostly energy, but Jiang Qiao could see him emitting green smoke from the top of his head, and that green smoke seemed to be attracted by something to the unknown distance.

Jiang Qiao walked over, and the professor raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were dilated, and his mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out. Jiang Qiao put his hand on the head where the green smoke was emitting, temporarily blocking the overflow of the green smoke. The professor's pupils contracted, and he seemed to have regained a moment of clarity, and the old bark-like hand slowly stretched out towards Jiang Qiao, as if he had something to say.

Jiang Qiao hesitated but leaned down, leaned his ear over, and only heard the professor whisper two words: "You... ”

Jiang Qiao asked, "What am I?" ”

The professor opened his mouth, as if to force his voice, and suddenly his eyes widened, staring in one direction, one hand clutching the clothes on his chest, exhaling heavily, his face contorted as if in pain. The medical staff not far away immediately rushed over when they saw it, Jiang Qiao followed his gaze, and in the shadow behind a tree behind him, a little girl in a white school uniform was standing there coldly.

"Get out of the way." Jiang Qiao was pushed aside by the medical staff on the side, and when she turned her head to look again, the little girl was gone. Although everything was just a flash of lightning, just when she looked at the little girl, she clearly saw two lines of blood and tears across the little girl's cheeks, and the air was empty under the horns raised by the wind.

Jiang Qiao suddenly remembered what the nurse said before: If you do a lot of bad things, retribution will always come.

Jiang Qiao looked in the direction of the little girl and muttered softly, "Go all the way." ”

"I... What the hell am I? Jiang Qiao didn't think about this question until he returned to the ward, what did this professor want to say to himself? Jiang Qiao raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

Although there is still some covering, the painting above the head has roughly revealed its original true face.

Because he didn't have a mobile phone, Jiang Qiao couldn't take a picture of it, so he could only watch it a few more times and keep it firmly in his mind. The whole painting is a huge eye, and as you can see from the lines, this eye is a double pupil. It's a pity that Qi Ming only has a black pen, so the whole painting only has a black color, and I can't tell if this double pupil is related to Jiang Li.

This eye is very expressively drawn, and even depicts each eyelash, but the world in the pupil is more abstract.

First of all, there is a distorted person in the middle of the pupil, saying that he is actually just Jiang Qiao's conjecture, although this person has a head and body, but has no limbs, I don't know if it is intentional or what, the lines that make up this person are like a small snake winding and twisting, there are no facial features on that head, only a round hole that looks like a mouth. Next to this twisted figure are some fluttering wavy lines, simple but not at all meaningful. Underneath the wavy line is an oval, which is divided into many pieces by the lines and looks fragmented.

"What the hell is this drawing?" Jiang Qiao's neck was sore, so he lay down, pillowed his hands behind his head, and continued to stare at the painting. The nurse before said right, although Qi Ming's painting is not bloody, it does make people feel furious in their hearts, and they always feel that this eye has a kind of magic, especially after the pupil shows its full appearance, and it feels that when you look at it, it is also looking at you.

Suddenly, Jiang Qiao sat up with a thud, and just now, she noticed that the eyes on the ceiling blinked at him.

Jiang Qiao rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and stared at it carefully for a long time, but nothing like that just happened happened. Jiang Qiao silently retracted his gaze and muttered, "Could it be that I was wrong just now?" Jiang Qiao turned his head to the corner.

Qi Ming was still facing away from her, drawing mechanically in the corner.

"Jiang Qiao, come out, the formalities have been completed, you can be discharged from the hospital, and the person who picked you up is waiting for you outside." The door to the ward was opened, and the nurse walked in from the outside with a smile.

Jiang Qiao nodded, obediently followed her out, before leaving the door, Jiang Qiao finally looked up at the painting on the ceiling, but was stunned, she ran back regardless of it, raised her head and stared at the ceiling.

Just after the nurse came in, the painting on the ceiling actually changed.

The lines of those wavy lines were actually reduced, and the man with simple lines not only gave birth to limbs, but even appeared two round holes on his face like eyes. Interestingly, the part outside the eye has also changed, not only with more horizontal wavy lines, but also with two more circles connected together, and most importantly, two words appear below those two circles.

Devil!

Although it is written crookedly, those two words are indeed devils.

"What are you doing" The nurse walked halfway before she found that Jiang Qiao hadn't followed, and hurriedly turned back to look for it, only to find that Jiang Qiao was still standing in the ward with her head up, and the nurse followed her gaze and exclaimed: "Oh my God, why did you make the ceiling like this, you have to pay for it." ”

Jiang Qiao came back to his senses at this time, and looked at the ceiling without posting while apologizing, but with such a effort, the painting returned to its previous appearance.

This simply drove Jiang Qiao crazy, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, and stared at the painting closely, but this time the painting did not change in any way. Jiang Qiao couldn't understand what had just happened at all, she turned her head and asked the nurse, "Can you see this painting on the ceiling?" ”

"Nonsense!" The nurse looked at Jiang Qiao helplessly, such a big painting is estimated to be able to see even 1000 degrees of myopia: "Isn't it just a big eye?" Still... It's disgusting to have two pupils. ”

Jiang Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this painting is not her hallucination, but real.

"However, it's too weird to draw two empty eyes in such a big painting, so I might as well add something else." The nurse said to herself, "But it's okay, it's easy to clean up." ”

Jiang Qiao reacted suddenly, and stammered, "Empty?" In the pupils... Nothing in your pupils? ”

The nurse looked at her strangely: "No, what?" ”