After persuading Peng Dian, Lu Fan went to Zuo Yazhuo's house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ding dong!

Lu Fan went up and rang the doorbell.

There was no movement.

Ding dong!

Still no movement.

"You can't be at home, right?"

Tang Shuying asked.

"No, it won't. ”

The live broadcast only gave the addresses of seven people, how could there be a situation where they were not at home.

"It should be tormented by supernatural events, no psychological experience. Lu Fan tilted his head and thought for a while, and said loudly, "Hello, may I ask if you guys are the hell?"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Fan heard footsteps, and within three seconds, the door was opened, and a rather rugged-looking young man appeared in front of everyone.

"How do you know what the hell is going on in our house?"

The young man asked in shock.

"Hello, my name is Lu Fan, this is my master Wuchen, we are specialized in ghost hunting. ”

Lu Fan said nonsense.

The surprise of the young man made Peng Dian's trust in Lu Fan a little deeper, and he said in his heart that he was worthy of being a supernatural expert, and he could casually see who was not a ghost.

"I'm Zuo Fei, and there is really something strange about my dad, please let a few masters take a look. ”

Zuo Fei hurriedly invited Lu Fan and a few others into the room.

The first thing that caught everyone's eye was the paintings in the room, which were placed on the sofa, on the table, and in the corner of the wall, and there were at least a dozen of them at a glance.

Each painting, the content is extremely eerie, either a female ghost or a male ghost, or a small male ghost, each one is dripping with blood and flesh, but it is very vivid and real, as if those ghosts will rush down from the painting at any time.

The room was full of such paintings, and except for Lu Fan, everyone felt a tingling in their scalps.

"Xiaofei, are you letting people in again?" a middle-aged man was sitting there, engrossed in painting, and said without raising his head, "Didn't I tell you, before I finish it, if I don't accept customers at home, it will hinder my painting!"

This middle-aged man is about forty years old, his hair is already a little gray, he has his back to Lu Fan, and Lu Fan can't see his face clearly.

But it was precisely because of his back that Lu Fan saw clearly the painting he was painting, which was also a ghost painting, and it was a male ghost.

This male ghost has completed the upper body, a face with seven orifices and a hideous expression, and the boss with an open mouth, as if he wants to eat people.

Next to this painting, there is also a painting, which is exactly the same as the one Zuo Yazhuo is painting, but the painting is complete, the painting is a male ghost about to kill a man, the man is the back, and the face cannot be seen.

Although this painting is also lifelike, it is much more normal, and it is not as terrifying as the half of the painting painted by Zuo Yazhuo.

Obviously, Zuo Yazhuo's painting is a copy of that painting.

Lu Fan turned around and looked around, the room was full of those terrifying paintings, and there was no second "normal" painting.

"What about the other original paintings?"

Lu Fan muttered.

The paintings in the room should all be copied by Zuo Yazhuo, but except for the one he is copying, what about the original paintings of the other ghost paintings?

"There are no other paintings. Seeing that Lu Fan's expression remained unchanged after seeing those ghost paintings, Zuo Fei trusted Lu Fan a lot, and pointed to the male ghost murder painting, "All the paintings are drawn by copying that painting." ”

"Every time your dad finishes copying a painting, the content of the painting changes, or does the painting not change, but your dad has a hallucination in front of his eyes?"

This problem makes Lu Fan too professional, a painting is copied out of more than a dozen paintings, ordinary people must not believe it, where would they think of these two situations, Zuo Fei is more identified with Lu Fan's identity.

"The painting, sometimes it changes twice a day, sometimes three times a day, and the time is not fixed, and whenever the content of the painting changes, my dad goes crazy and wants to copy it. ”

Zuo Fei said.

"The original painting can't be destroyed, can't be thrown away, right?"

"You know all this?"

Zuo Fei was shocked by Lu Fan's "strength".

"The original painting can't be destroyed, so what about the ones your dad copied, can they be destroyed?"

"Who dares to destroy my paintings?!" Before Zuo Fei could answer, a roar sounded, and Zuo Yazhuo glared at Lu Fan like an angry lion, "If you dare to touch my painting, I will kill you believe it or not!"

Lu Fan was taken aback by this sudden roar, he didn't expect Zuo Yazhuo to be so precious about these paintings.

"Uncle, don't worry, don't worry, I won't touch these paintings, I promise!"

Lu Fan was busy packing tickets.

"I heard everything you said, you came here to hurt my paintings!" Zuo Yazhuo stretched out his hand and pointed out the door and shouted, "Get out!"

"Uncle, your son is watching from the side, I will never touch your painting. ”

"Hmph, my rabbit cub has been looking at my drawings for a long time, don't think I don't know. Zuo Yazhuo snorted coldly, "There are kitchen knives in the kitchen, do you want me to invite you out?"

"Dad, you see you're only halfway through your painting, and you don't hurry up to paint. Zuo Fei still understood his Lao Tzu, and said unhurriedly, "In case you don't finish the painting and the painting changes again, won't it be bad?"

"Hmph, be honest with me. If I find out what I have lost after I finish painting, I will fight with you!"

When it came to painting, Zuo Yazhuo dropped a cruel sentence and continued to paint with a brush.

"Huh. Zuo Fei looked extremely embarrassed, "You may not believe it, but I think in my father's heart, these paintings are more important than me." ”

"He was bewitched by demons. ”

"Well, why would my dad have such a thing? ”

"Don't be emotional, which one is the first painting?"

"That one. ”

Zuo Fei pointed to a painting in the corner.

Lu Fan walked over and took a look, the painting was a little green boy ghost, barefoot, holding a dead child in his hand, eating with relish, and at the back of the green ghost, there was a little blue girl ghost peeking.

"It's so horrible that if it's at night, I don't even dare to look at it. ”

Zuo Fei couldn't help but say.

Even if it wasn't the first time he had seen it, he still felt terrifying.

"What about the second painting?"

Lu Fan asked with an unchanged expression.

"This one. Zuo Fei pointed to a painting to the left of the first painting, "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Doctors, nurses, lawyers, policemen, teachers, there are so many professions to choose from in this world, why did you choose this profession?"

"I'm also forced to do this, if I have a choice, who wants to do this. ”

Lu Fan smiled and began to look at the second painting again.

The content of the second painting seems to be coherent with the first painting, which tells the story of the cyan imp who saw the green imp eat the child, and couldn't help it, so he went up and wanted to ask the green imp for an arm to eat, but was ruthlessly rejected by the green imp.

"I put these paintings in order, if you want to see them, just look at them in order. ”

Seeing that Lu Fan finished reading the second painting, Zuo Fei said busily.

"You're very attentive. ”

Lu Fan glanced at Zuo Fei in surprise, but he didn't expect that this Zuo Fei looked rough, but his mind was quite delicate.

"What's the use of being careful, I don't have a problem with my dad's hell at all. ”

"Tell me how your dad got the hell. ”