"But where does this guy look like an amnesiac person." Aunt Xiaogui opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but I became more and more embarrassed and interrupted her: "Now instead of being curious about my amnesia, let's go and comfort Ms. Shi first." ”

When in the car, Shi Yueying briefly and clearly introduced the relationship between the family. Yes, Ms. Shi supported the huge family by herself, and I also admired it.

There are only three women in a family, and there are no men. Whether you have money or not, it is extremely hard after all.

Ms. Shi didn't say a word when we were looking at the wall paintings. Like a man who is about to drown, his face is full of despair. I could even see the gloom hovering over her head, crushing her to pieces.

Aunt Xiao Gui sighed, walked up and hugged Ms. Shi's shoulder: "Stone, don't be afraid." Niu Niu will find out. If it's a kidnapping, the kidnappers will definitely call you to make a request. We'll call the police later. ”

"It's fine if it's really kidnapping, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid of ......" Ms. Shi stopped talking, her lips trembling vigorously: "Niuniu, I saw her run into the painting with my own eyes." What robber has such an incredible ability, and it's not magic! ”

"There's always a way." I comforted. Suddenly, Shi Yueying screamed.

I jerked behind me and saw that the girl who had just stood to my right was now looking at the mural without blinking, her face pale, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"Little Kiki, you, look." Shi Yueying stammered, pointing to a corner of the mural with a trembling hand. As soon as I took a look, I was stunned.

In the coffin shop at the bottom corner of the mural, the door of the store, which was originally hidden with only a crack left, was suddenly pushed open a little. How is this possible! It's obviously just a wall painting, and it's actually painted. How could the scene in the painting have changed?

In our stunned eyes, the coffin shop door opened wider and wider. I was amazed to see a white candle burning in the dim light inside the door. The whole shop was lit by the light of the candles. A pretty, fashionably dressed, little girl who was completely out of tune with the style of the mural was overly frightened, and was pushing the door open with all her might, trying to escape.

Sunlight shone through the open door of the coffin shop, and for a moment the store was much brighter. I could even see the rows of coffins neatly arranged behind the little girl, under the white candles.

The little girl slowly glanced back behind her, and she seemed even more frightened. As far as she could see, there was a coffin, a swarthy coffin. That coffin was completely different from the others.

The coffin was old, and the lid was even covered with moss. It shrank in the darkest corner of the shop, and jerked. The lid of the coffin shook upwards at the same time.

The mural is silent, like a silent movie, and the frame-by-frame projection tells the horror story that is happening in the coffin shop.

The little girl was even more frightened. She slammed her body into the crack in the door, hoping to squeeze it out. The old coffin behind him, which exuded boundless terror, shook even more.

Just as the girl stuck one foot out of the bunk, she could escape. After all, the lid of the coffin was removed, and a withered hand with long fingernails on its five fingers stretched out from the crack in the coffin. The hand that looked like air-dried bacon grabbed violently in the void, and at that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The little girl's expression froze, and the door of the shop froze outward.

I saw the little girl screaming with her mouth wide open, and was pulled back by an invisible force. The door of the coffin shop was also closed in an instant, and it was closed tightly.

The eyes of the four of us were wide open, like four petrified statues. It took a long time for the mural to calm down before I was able to move a little. The first time to pounce, with his hand touched the position of the mural coffin shop.

The place where I started was really cold, and only the touch of cement was left. It's weird, the mural is indeed painted, how can it be played like an animated version? My head was a mess.

Shi Yueying was also very messy: "This, what the hell is going on." What I just saw, is it really true? ”

"Niuniu, my niu!" Ms. Shi rushed up like crazy, knelt on the cold floor tiles, and cried heartbreakingly when she touched the wall paintings. Her hands scratched wildly, as if she could pull her daughter out of the painting. After a few scratches, the nails cracked, and the red blood flowed down the wall, looking extremely miserable in the sunlight.

Aunt Xiaogui didn't say anything, she was so frightened that she had lost the ability to speak.

I calmed down, quickly took out the key from Shi Yueying's handbag, used the key to scrape off some paint and wall powder from the wall painting, and wrapped it in a tissue.

Deep down, I still can't calm down, and there is even an indescribable fear. I don't know if it's an illusion, just the moment the coffin shop closes. I saw something even more inexplicable.

In that old coffin, a pair of cold evil eyes stared at me with an emotionless gaze. That sight made my hands and feet cold, and I still can't breathe.

The eyes in those coffins, it seems, know themselves.

But how is this possible. Let's not talk about how incredible it is that the mural has become animated. The corpse of an old coffin in the coffin shop in the mural looks like it has turned into a zombie.

But why does that zombie-like thing know itself? There's no reason, it's so unscientific!

I felt like I couldn't explain what I was seeing, it was just a delusion.

After hesitating for a moment, I pulled the stiff Shi Yueying: "Let's investigate first to see who the author of this wall painting is." ”

"What, how do you check?" Shi Yueying stammered and asked.

"The mural was painted not long ago." When I hung the wall painting, I obviously felt that the paint was very new, and the painting should not have taken more than a week: "If you ask about the property on the pedestrian street, it should not be difficult to find the author." ”

Shi Yueying nodded, and asked someone about the location of the property management office on the pedestrian street. And I was still staring at the wall painting in a daze.

All four of us apparently saw the wall painting moving, and the little girl, Niu Niu, was in the coffin shop, and seemed to be in terrible danger.

But what I care about the most is the look of the zombie in the coffin.

So, is it really just an illusion?

The group ran to the property management office, and finally got the list of mural painters in the staff's questioning.

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