Different tenses and ways of writing have different ways of writing, and there will be different ways of writing in different parts of sentences, and I will never agree with saying that this script is archaic, which is even more rigorous than the most rigid and old-fashioned French (French is the most rigorous language, and many international treaties are drawn up in French. French is also the first language of interpretation), and there are many tricks in the way of writing and writing, which are by no means made by simple-minded people. But now our problem is the same: there are too few materials to fully translate!

Speaking of which, Chu Xiling's eyes lit up again.

This kind of writing is so funny! It just drives me crazy! I've got to figure this thing out! When are we going to go to that hole? I really want to go!

Ok ok! Shall we go over tomorrow? I smiled bitterly and said, "You've burned enough of your brains today, right?" Have a good rest, and tomorrow morning we will go into the cave to see the reality.

Okay, okay, I also know that I can't rush it

looked at Chu Xiling's insincere expression, as if she was going to meet her first love who she hadn't contacted for 10 years tomorrow.

I looked at Xi Yanbao again, and then my eyes fell on the small makeup box on her desk.

The vanity case was very old, it looked like an antique, and there were some marks that seemed to have been burned by the fire, and it didn't look conspicuous at all. The chapter on нéi Уāп Gê has been updated

Just as I was wondering whether to ask, Ye Jingyuan, who was behind her, quietly shook her fingers at us and signaled not to ask.

Seeing this signal, I immediately gave up, and after instructing the two translation girls to rest early, I retreated, and Ye Jingyuan also walked out together.

That level 5 negative creature has met with me, she was specially sent by the Ancient Anomalous Events Investigation Bureau to protect this girl, and I didn't say much about anything else, and since people didn't want to say it, I didn't ask. Don't ask any more questions. Ye Jingyuan said.

That's right. How strong is that negative creature? I thought about it and asked.

Very powerful. She should be stronger than me: because she has a lot of stunts. In short, she is a very reliable partner in times of crisis, she will try not to show up, not to interfere with our work, you just don't know.

I nodded: since people don't want to show up, forget it, as long as it's not an enemy.

At 9 p.m., I slipped out of the hotel door alone.

Now let's see who the hell is so late and wants to see me.

Walking along the road out of the village, I did not take the main road but walked in some small bushes on the side of the road, and looked at it from a distance, where the black and white stone gate at the entrance of the village was, there was indeed a black figure standing.

It didn't seem like he noticed me, and after a little observation I saw that he didn't seem to be trying to hide himself either: he had a small red dot on his head all the time, apparently smoking. Judging from the movements, he is still constantly raising his wrist as if he is looking at the time, and the whole thing looks like a boy who is waiting for his girlfriend to come on a date.

Since I didn't deliberately hide myself, I didn't hide anymore, but walked on the right path and walked towards him.

I walked up to him and looked at him. Immediately recognized: this guy was the same painter who lived here the last time we came, the guy who buried the statue on the road.

Who are you? I looked at him and asked, puzzled.

He was wearing a thick padded jacket, a scarf and a mask, and a melon skin hat to hide himself well, but from his rickety back and the wrinkles of his exposed skin, I could tell that this man must be old.

Who are you? What are you looking for me for? I looked at the guy and asked.

I'm a painter. You don't have to ask who I am, I just called you here today to remind you: don't interfere with my affairs!

His voice sounded old, too.

What am I interfering with you? Is it okay to make it clear? I'm a little confused.

What do you do yourself and don't admit to yourself? He glared at me and said, "What are you doing in this village?" Is it really here to buy stone carvings? Aren't you just trying to learn something or get something you shouldn't deserve?

When he said this, his tone was eerie.

You tell me what exactly you mean! I still don't get it.

Youngster. Don't be too greedy if you can't get something! Otherwise, you'll suffer yourself!

Be all abroad! I've been blindsided: you guy has been inexplicable since you appeared! I don't even know who you are, what the hell are you talking about, just keep saying these inexplicable things to me, if you don't make it clear, I won't care that you are an old man anymore!

This guy has me off!

Good for you, that painter glared at me fiercely, and actually turned around and left!

How do I feel like I've been tricked?

What the hell are you going to do, you bastard, I'll make it clear! I chased after him and tried to grab him, but who knew that he actually took out a knife and pointed it at me!

It was a very small fruit knife, and it looked ridiculously small.

All right! I can't admit defeat! That girl is yours! I'm not playing anymore! After that, the guy actually threw out a few pieces of white paper that he put in his sleeve, and then walked away quickly.

I picked up the blank paper, and after a closer look, I found that it was a few sketches of gongbi, and the content on it was a girl dancing, bathing, practicing, etc., judging from the appearance, it must be Fu Shanshan.

After thinking about it, I immediately understood: this old man originally liked Fu Shanshan, so he came to the place to observe Fu Shanshan's body and then YY these paintings by himself!

Probably saw me and fu shanshan go to the roof together, this voyeur thinks there is something between me and fu shanshan, and then

Is this too messy?

Originally, I thought that some guy wanted to come to negotiate with me, but it turned out to be such a bad thing!

Looking at those paintings, except for some exaggerated parts of Fu Shanshan's body, they were quite realistic, and I didn't know how to deal with them, so I had to put the paintings away and leave that place.

Back in the hotel room, Liu Yuwei immediately rushed up to ask me what was going on, I laughed and showed the painting to Liu Yuwei, while explaining.

This old man is really exaggerated! How old are I, and I'm a 20-year-old girl, I'm really fainting

Just when I thought it was funny, Liu Yuwei stared at the paintings and didn't move.

No, this girl is not Fu Shanshan! Liu Yuwei shook her head and said.

What the? I looked at Liu Yuwei puzzled.

Although it looks very similar, Fu Shanshan's appearance is not like this, especially the eyes and? The position of the child, the shape of the lips, etc. are not Fu Shanshan, but at first glance it looks like a girl who looks like Fu Shanshan, but in fact, I think it seems that this girl is very similar

I picked up those paintings and looked at them carefully, and immediately came to the conclusion: What do you mean: this girl actually looks like Ji Yueqin!

That's right!

Ji Yueqin has only seen photos of her and Zhao Shanfu getting married so far, but the face that resembles Zhao Shihan still left us with a very vivid image, I thought about it and immediately took a painting and walked to the corridor with Liu Yuwei.

Turning on the light in the hallway, we immediately compared it to the sculpture of the ghost master.

The sculpture of the ghost master is very expressive, originally I didn't feel anything just by looking at the sculpture, but when we compared it to this painting, we found that the sculpture and the woman in the painting are almost identical! It's also very similar to Ji Yueqin in the photo!

Could it be that this painting is Ji Yueqin?

It happened that Xiao Lei came over, and I immediately asked: What is the name of the painter you are talking about? Which room to stay in?

You say Mr. Zhang? Xiao Lei is a little inexplicable: what kind of art professor is he in the school, called Zhang Weihua, about fifty years old, often come to us to sketch or something, I have seen some of his paintings really good, now he lives in room 311 on the far left of the third floor, are you looking for him?

Thank you, I also like art, I want to ask him for advice, and I said a few perfunctory sentences, and Liu Yuwei and I immediately rushed to the third floor.

When I got to the leftmost room on the third floor, I tried to lock the door first, and I knocked on the door and no one answered.

Crash away!

I slammed the door open.

It was empty, just some paintings and painting utensils on the table.

Liu Yuwei picked up the pencil on the table and looked at the paintings, many of them were women's human bodies or something, basically without faces, and they looked weird.

This old man is really sullen. I said speechlessly.

It's not that when painting the human body, painting the female body is a basic way to practice, and it's not very strange, but these paintings seem to be practicing paintings, and a painter of that age shouldn't still be practicing this, right? Liu Yuwei asked puzzled.

But he hasn't come back yet, so should we search to see if there's anything else?

Just as Liu Yuwei and I were thinking about turning this room upside down, suddenly some screams came from outside the hotel!

It's amazing! Someone hanged himself! In the small playground!

The quiet little village is boiling!

There were less than 200 people living in this town, and the voice woke up almost the entire village, and the lights were starting to brighten everywhere, and many people were going out.

Walk! Check it out!

When I heard the news, I had a sense of foreboding!

rushed to the building and met Zhang Gui and Yang Li, and Wang Ruoxuan also rushed out, and even Senior Sister Dai and Corpse Heng came out.

What happened? From the other room, Chu Xiling and they also poked their heads out.

It's not clear, Ye Jingyuan, you are guarding here, let's go out and have a look! I first commanded, and then asked: What about Fu Shanshan?

After eating, he went back to the room, Chu Xiling took a pair of glasses, and held a pen in his hand, and asked a little inexplicably.

Worst!