This painting gives Hou Biao a strange feeling, as if telling something. The girl before also gave him this feeling, as if he was full of worries and grievances, and he wanted to tell others. But the girl is shy, reserved, and she tells you only with her fingers, go there, my heart is all there.

Hou Biao followed the girl's guidance to see the last mural.

He walked slowly towards the mural, and suddenly stepped into the dim street of the painting, where the rain was gathering on the dark brown stone slabs, and the pavement was still trampled by people, but there was no one on the road, only a figure under the water.

Hou Biao finally knew what the girl was going to tell her. She was supposed to be on this path, but for some reason, she suddenly became the person in the painting. She wants to go back to this road, maybe to go home, maybe to go to an appointment, her family or lover may be waiting for her at the intersection ahead, and she is already the person in the painting.

One of the many shadows under the water must be hers. Her person is frozen in the painting, but the shadow remains in the street, and when the water dries up, the shadow will disappear.

Her shadows under the water are weeping, and all the shadows here are weeping. Hou Biao heard the buzzing sound, but there were so many people that he couldn't hear what they were talking about, and he couldn't tell who was who.

He walked down the street, carefully searching the shadows. He didn't know what he was looking for, maybe he was looking for the shadow of the girl, maybe he was looking for his own shadow, because when he looked down, he found that he himself had no shadow.

The figure was longing, and Hou Biao's eyes were full of flowers, and he saw the back of a white printed cheongsam, which looked chic and dazzling on the gray ground.

He vaguely remembered that the girl in the painting was wearing such a dress, although it was only a back, but he was sure that it was the girl!

The girl suddenly looked back and smiled at him. This smile is full of charm, no man can resist such a smile, even a tough guy like Hou Biao. His heart shook deeply, like the ripples of his shoes on the waterlogged pavement.

The other shadows around him began to blur, turning into wisps of smoke, like clouds in the sky reflected in the sky. However, when he looked up, there were no clouds in the sky, and there was no sky at all.

The shadows of smoke swam like snakes underground, some converging at his feet; There are some that converge at the foot of the reflection of the girl.

Hou Biao probably guessed that what gathered at his feet would become his shadow; And those who gather at the feet of the girl will become her people. When she appeared on the pavement, was she still there in that painting?

He thought as he reached into the suit pocket on his chest and grasped the pistol. The coldness of the metal went from his fingers to his heart, but he knew it was probably not true, none of this was true—shadows, maidens......

He wasn't sure if he really held the gun, but it didn't matter, as long as he pulled out the gun and shot, using mental power as a bullet, it was enough to shoot the girl and her shadow to death. He's just not sure where this clever hypnosis method comes from, and will there be more powerful characters hiding in the shadows?

However, Hou Biao did not pull out and grab it.

He saw the reflection of the girl in white above her, slowly revealing her true form. She stood in front of him like that, dressed in a white embroidered brocade cheongsam, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and smiled lightly at him.

The light of the road is bright, like the focus of the stage, illuminating the woman extremely beautiful. He couldn't see her face clearly before, but when he saw it clearly, he suddenly found that she looked very much like Yao Jingjing.

It's not like it, it's exactly the same! Even the demeanor is in line with it. The corners of her eyes, the line of her lips, her smile, and the way her soft sideburns fluttered next to her ears were something that no one who had ever seen her could imitate.

Hou Biao's heart shook again.

The shadows beneath his feet were rapidly converging, and they were about to take shape.

His hands trembled a little. If he pulled out his gun at this moment, he would have to shoot her, and although he knew it was an illusion, he hesitated.

Hou Biao had to admit that he had regressed, if it had been before, he would have done it a long time ago. But he doesn't regret it, and he doesn't miss the past. He feels that he is living a better and more authentic life now. What is the point of living for a person without feelings? At that time, he was just a walking corpse, a killing machine.

Of course, he wasn't going to sit still. He would still have fired the shot, and after a brief hesitation, he was ready to draw it.

It was at this time that Yao Jingjing's call came in.

Hou Biao felt the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrating, and the buzzing sound was heard in the air wave after wave, and the entire dim street trembled.

The shadows that were gathering exploded like frightened fish, and scattered in all directions. Yao Jingjing in front of him is gone, the waterlogged road surface is gone, and Hou Biao has returned to reality.

He found himself facing a wall, and on the wall hung a painting of a young girl wearing a garland on her head, wearing a white printed cheongsam, her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, and her right index finger slightly cocked. This painting is not outstanding, only the girl's eyes, no matter from which angle, feel that she is staring at you, a state of wanting to talk and resting, teaching people to pity.

Hou Biao's right hand was in the suit pocket on his left chest, holding a cold pistol. With his left hand, he took out the vibrating phone from his trouser pocket, answered it, and while pretending to walk casually in front of the painting, he released his grip on the gun and pulled out another piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing gum is a staple for agents, with many wonderful uses and easy to carry. Not only can you stick explosives, block eye-catching, but you can also open a coconut or something.

At this time, Professor Mei and his entourage were still visiting the exhibition hall in the order of their order. Hou Biao chewed gum while talking to Yao Jingjing.

"Do you think I'm old?" He remembered his reaction and said.

Yao Jingjing was puzzled and asked, "Nothing happened, right?" ”

Hou Biao said: "It's okay, you said yours." ”

Yao Jingjing told him about the key and asked him to talk to Professor Mei.

"Okay, I'll get back to you in a moment." Hou Biao chewed the gum vigorously and muttered.

Yao Jingjing asked curiously: "What are you eating, it's so delicious, you can hear the sound of saliva on the phone." ”

Hou Biao said, "Wait until I go back and buy it for you to eat." ”

Yao Jingjing smiled and said, "Then I'll wait!" ”

After hanging up the phone, Hou Biao took out the chewing gum that had been chewed without the taste of sugar from his mouth and pinched it into two small beads in his hand. He looked at the position of the camera, walked in front of the painting with his hands behind his back, and with two flicks of his fingers, two beads of gum flew out and stuck to the eyes of the girl in the painting.

Hou Biao joined the crowd watching the painting, and slowly moved behind Mei Yiqiu.

When passing by this girl's painting, Mei Yiqiu looked at it twice, obviously the two "eyeballs" on the painting were a little abnormal. However, there was really nothing brilliant about this painting, which had lost its "finishing touch", and he quickly walked over it, and no one stopped for it.

No one has been criticized for the gum on the painting, probably thinking that it was deliberate. Someone also praised: "This painting was originally ordinary, but when you look at this eye, it immediately looks three-dimensional, vivid and interesting!" What an amazing artistic skill! ”

Someone chimed in: "yes, yes, I kind of want to buy this painting!" ”

Hou Biao looked at his rough calloused hands, if killing people is also an art, his hands have a bit of artistic temperament.

He straightened his suit and tie, smiled and followed, and then took a look at the gap and attached it to the professor's ear and said, "Mr. Yao has something to go back to his hometown, and he wants to hand over the key to Bian Ziyuan for two days, and ask you if it's okay." ”

Mei Yiqiu was stunned for a moment: "Xiaobian is back?" Immediately returned to his usual informal appearance, and said indifferently, "Okay, okay, just give it to Xiaobian." ”8)