On the drawing board, a very simple peasant bungalow is sketched with oil-based paint, and a woman sitting at the door is facing the house, knitting a sweater in her hand.

"It's... Isn't this the home I used to have when I was a kid? My mother knitted sweaters there, and I remember very well that I was in the first grade of primary school, and after the New Year, there were no new clothes to wear, so my mother went to the street and bought fine wool threads to knit sweaters for me."

Zhang Chen actually fell into memories at this time, and seemed to have forgotten the dangers of this place and the purpose of his visit. At this time, the relics on the right chest emitted a warm current.

"What did I just do?" Zhang Chen came to his senses in an instant, wondering how he had fallen into deep memories just now.

"This painting seems to have been painted not long ago." I concentrated my attention and magnified the lines of the oil painting several times in my eyes, and I could clearly see that the paint on some of the lines seemed to be a little wet, obviously just painted.

Subsequently, he opened a lot of canvases, and the paintings in them were all the most memorable parts of his life, and each painting could touch Zhang Chen's heartstrings. However, after the first experience, Zhang Chen increased his vigilance and was not affected.

"There are three more paintings on the wall, look at what, right?" After Zhang Chen ate dinner just now, the light spots in his head were also a full one centimeter in diameter. With a movement of telekinesis, the rice paper sealed on the painting was torn off.

"Yizhi?" This first painting is a sideways portrait of Wang Yizhi reading a book in the classroom, in the painting, Wang Yizhi's black hair hanging down from the side of her face, was touched behind her ears by her slender little hands, a big black eye inlaid under the slender curly eyelashes, the restrained little mouth was slightly raised, and the right hand was still holding a fountain pen and gently stopping on the tip of the small nose, which looked cute and charming.

"If I could, could I bring this back, I don't know how to paint, but it's too good to draw." Zhang Chen really wanted to make peace with this oil painting ghost, and let him give this painting to himself, so that he could hang it at home and enjoy it every day in the future.

"Boom!" A sound of the door closing came from behind Zhang Chen, and Zhang Chen looked back and showed a strange expression.

"Huh? Didn't the door close when I just came in? I remember closing the door with me when I entered. Am I mistaken?" Zhang Chen didn't pay much attention to it, and tore off the rice paper on the second painting with his mental strength.

The painting is still a personal portrait of Wang Yizhi, but this time sitting on the back seat of a bicycle with her head resting lightly on a solid back. With her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth slightly raised and her arms clenched, you can see Wang Yizhi's happy mood at this time.

"Yi Zhi, she turned out to be like this on the back of my bike. I remember ......"

Zhang Chen was about to fall into a memory when he suddenly felt something behind him, immediately cut off the memory and turned around.

I wondered if the wooden door had been closed before, but this time it was closed again. However, compared to the last time, this time the time was a little earlier, and a second before the wooden door closed, Zhang Chen's extremely high visual ability saw a snow-white hand holding the door.

The next second, the wooden door was shut.

"Hands? Who's shutting the door? I don't seem to feel the smell of ghosts from that hand, and I don't feel the breath of a living person, it's strange." Zhang Chen frowned.

"Let's take a look at the door after looking at this picture." After Zhang Chen looked at the first two portraits of Wang Yizhi, he was already very curious about the third painting.

"Shhh With the oil attached to the painting, the rice paper was torn apart, but there was nothing in the painting but a white piece.

"Strange, why are there no pictures?" Zhang Chen was disappointed by the result, and suddenly, the same feeling came from behind him.

"Who!" This time, Zhang Chen shouted directly, turned his head to look at the door, and the whole person was instantly stunned. The person standing at the door of the oil painting studio and about to close the door turned out to be Wang Yizhi.

"Didn't you tell them to go upstairs to rest? What are you doing here?" Zhang Chen walked strangely to the wooden door step by step, and gradually began to understand that there seemed to be something wrong.

"It can't be Wang Yizhi, it should be that I fell into a fantasy as soon as I entered this oil painting studio, and this association should be fake." Zhang Chen casually touched a painting beside him, and some of the oil that had not yet volatilized was contaminated with Zhang Chen's fingertips, and took the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

"This touch and the smell of this oil are exactly the same as reality, so strange." Zhang Chen originally thought that there should be a difference in these sensory things, who knew that his imagination was too simple.

Zhang Chen quickened his pace, because he was a little worried about whether it was really Wang Yizhi who closed the door before, after all, Wang Yizhi and the four of them were all in the bedroom, and there was nothing around them that could protect them. The ghosts in this oil painting can fool themselves, and it should be easier to fool them.

"The ability of the blood beetle in the arm is a little too low, and I can't even detect this illusion in the slightest. If Wang Yizhi is charged, it will be really difficult to do."

Zhang Chen hurriedly came to the wooden door, unscrewed the handle of the door, and quickly opened the door, and the scene in front of him shocked him.

Standing at the door, it turned out to be the location of his kitchen leading to the hall, Wang Yizhi was sitting on the dining table and carefully writing homework. Zhang Chen looked back at the back of himself, and there was still an oil painting studio inside.

"Zhang Chen, you've been taking mung bean soup for a long time, what are you doing in it?" Wang Yizhi looked at herself at the door and said.

Zhang Chen lowered his head and found that he was really holding half a bowl of cold mung bean soup in his hand.

"I remember that on this day, the summer vacation at the end of the second year of junior high school, Wang Yizhi would come to my house every afternoon to do homework with me." Zhang Chen recalled it at once.

I remembered Jia Xin. [,！ To find out the ghost in this fantasy and bring it back to reality. Zhang Chen immediately smiled and said to Wang Yizhi

"Mom, the mung bean soup she cooked was placed at the bottom of the refrigerator, I searched for a long time to find it, come on, this bowl is poured for you, you can taste it, it's very comfortable."

Zhang Chen recalled his actions and words that afternoon, handed over the mung bean soup very usually, and then sat opposite Wang Yizhi, looking at a few holiday test papers on the table.

"It's really delicious, thank you." Wang Yizhi took a sip and said with a smile.

"It was true that Yizhi was like this in the past, she always looked like a little jasper in front of me, and it didn't seem to be any different." Zhang Chen looked at Wang Yizhi's innocent and lovely appearance, and didn't doubt it, because there were two more people coming to this house this afternoon. Moreover, in my memory, it should have been shortly after pouring this mung bean soup for Wang Yizhi.

"Knock, knock, knock......" A hurried knock sounded on the door, Zhang Chen glanced at Wang Yizhi who had a letter, exactly the same as that afternoon, probably afraid that Zhang Chen's parents would come back, and it would be difficult for him to explain.

"Who?" Zhang Chen knew that it was Erwa and Tan Fei at the door, or pretended not to know and asked.

"Brother Chen, open the door, my second baby and I have come to see you." Sure enough, Tan Fei's voice came in from outside. When the door was opened, the two living treasures rushed in.

"I'll just say, why doesn't Brother Chen go to the Internet café with us to fight in the past few days, it turns out that my sister-in-law is in charge here." After Tan Fei entered the door, he looked at Wang Yizhi sitting there and said the same thing as in his memory.

"If you talk nonsense, Lao Tzu will slap you to death" Zhang Chen punched Tan Fatty Flesh in the back, and Tan Fatty screamed 'wow', and at the same time turned his head to look at himself with that melancholy look.

"Will this oil painting ghost be attached to Tan Fei? It can't be." Looking at Tan Fei's series of expressions, it was difficult for Zhang Chen to attribute the ghost's ontology to him.

"Go sit down first, knowing you're here to copy your homework."

"You know that, God is true. I know, I don't want to give the paper yet." The second baby opened her eyes wide, returned her head to look at Zhang Chen, and then turned her head away, still a little bit of that feeling.

The two sat down at the dining table, and Zhang Chen opened the kitchen door where he had come in again to take a look, and it had changed from the oil painting studio back to his own kitchen.

"On the surface, Erwa, Tan Fei, and Wang Yizhi don't have any abnormalities, let's wait and see what happens." Zhang Chen also returned to the dining table and sat down.

It's still a familiar scene, it's still a familiar conversation, and everyone's movements and expressions are exactly the same as in the past.

"Oh, thanks to Brother Chen, my lifelong dream of plagiarizing Banhua's homework has finally come true today."

"Ouch!" Tan Fei screamed again, Zhang Chen looked at Wang Yizhi who was embarrassed on the side, and slapped Tan Fei on the head. At the same time, I also observed everyone's expressions.

Wang Yizhi was still slightly red cheeks, staring at her homework, Tan Fei just pretended to be in pain and covered her head on the table, while Erwa looked left and right, wanting to laugh but holding back.

"It's exactly the same as before, how can you find out who is the essence of the ghost." Zhang Chen began to be a little speechless.

After a while, Wang Yizhi was thirsty, so she took a sip of the mung bean soup in front of her. After this action, the second baby pointed to the mung bean soup and said.

"Brother Chen, my sister-in-law will have mung bean soup to drink when she comes, and we don't even have air when we come, you are going too far."

Zhang Chen pretended to be helpless and walked into the kitchen to pour mung bean soup for the two guys. At this time, I suddenly felt something behind me, and I focused and turned around.

"Zhang Chen, why are you so nervous, you scared me to death." It turned out to be Wang Yizhi who spoke, obviously frightened by Zhang Chen's movements. And there is no such scene in Zhang Chen's memories.

"I'll also help you pour mung bean soup, your two brothers hate it to death, and we'll finish the homework we worked so hard for them." Wang Yizhi said lovingly.

"That's what they do, in fact, they still know me very well in their hearts, and they shouldn't come to bother me in the future after they come this time." Zhang Chen also pretended to answer normally.

"Okay, you can bring them out, don't bother them, in fact, they are very good to everyone. I'll sort it out and come out."

Wang Yizhi nodded with a smile and went out with mung bean soup. Leave Zhang Chen alone in the kitchen.

"It seems to be starting to be different from my past, is it Wang Yizhi? This ghost shouldn't make a move to make a move without three hundred taels of silver here, right?" Zhang Chen thought carefully.

"What if I leave the room right now, or don't act in the way I did in the past?" Zhang Chen thought about it, picked up a small bowl in the kitchen, walked to the window, and threw the small bowl directly.

The small white ceramic bowl flew in the air for a short period of time as if it had fallen into a spatial rift and disappeared.

"It seems that the scope of the illusion is only very small, and if this happens, I don't know what will happen if I try to get out of here. Only according to the method that Jia Xin said."

"Take a gamble and it should work. If you lose the bet, it's a big deal to shake the soul bell and escape."

Zhang Chen stroked his right hand on his chest, and a small white snake was caught in his hand when he couldn't see the ground, and at the same time, the moment he left the kitchen, he put the little white snake on the ground......