"You know?" Jiraiya looked at the imposter Jiraiya behind him with some contempt.

The counterfeiter didn't refute it, walked directly to the combination lock, and entered the perfect ratio of the loaf in the letter just now.

8、2、4、2、1。

As the holes of the five digit knobs on the combination lock were rotated into these five digits, the sound of the bolt device activating appeared inside the entire combination lock.

With a click, the heavy iron door automatically popped open a gap.

Seeing that the door of the dark room was opened, the counterfeiter touched his nose and raised his head complacently: "This is the wisdom of Uncle Ben." ”

In fact, the counterfeit is just a casual try, after all, this lofe ratio is the masterpiece of Love's own life, and the probability of using it as a password is still relatively large.

But just when the fake self also wanted to continue to boast about himself, he had already entered the dark room.

The fake Jiraiya glanced back at the dark space behind him, and suddenly felt a chill, and hurriedly followed Jiraiya into the dark room.

It is a darkroom that is only half the size of a Japanese-style room, and in the center of the darkroom is a seat.

And on the walls of the darkroom, there are beautiful art paintings hanging all over them.

Although Jilai is not very clear about the famous paintings, the counterfeit Jilai next to him also recognizes many of them.

"This is a painting by Master Picoso!"

"And the Gundam Master's painting!"

"Ahem, there's also a painting by Kishimoto Saishi!"

...

Although the imposter shook his head frequently to soothe the tension that came from his neck, he excitedly spoke of the many famous painters on the walls.

"These paintings are all here."

"Are you familiar with these?" Jiraiya asked.

"Of course, because I used to be—" The impostor was proud, almost telling him what he had done before, but fortunately he reacted immediately and said, "But I like these works of art very much." ”

Jiraiya smiled slightly, turned his head and continued to grope for the wall, to see if there was anything else hidden in the dark room here.

And the counterfeit self also looked at these valuable works of art around him, although he was very greedy, but now because of the existence of the self, he could only take a look.

Putting his head in front of one of the paintings, the imposter also looked at it carefully.

This is a realistic oil on canvas that depicts a leafy country road winding its way to a country cottage in the distance.

The whole painting has a good sense of space, and the country road in the main part stretches into the distance like a real road.

Gradually, the eyes of the impostor are attracted by the beautiful scene in the painting, and his eyes follow the country road in the painting, as if he is in the space of the painting, wandering on the country road.

Walking along the leaf-covered path, the imposter also saw the soft lights in the country cottage that symbolized the end point? Smoke also rises from the chimney.

See this scene? The imposter couldn't help but shed tears.

The fake Zilai, whose real name is Taojingmen, was originally a thief? Later, I heard that one of the three ninjas, Jiraiya, was a daimyo? So he began to pretend to be a self-servant and scam money everywhere.

Today's Taojingmen people are home, but the former Taojingmen people also have a home.

Although it is a little different from the home in memory? But that feeling of coming home is just like the mood depicted in this painting.

No matter how messy it is with the children in the neighboring village, he can always have a hot meal when he gets home.

At this time, the people of Momoi Gate seem to have returned to their childhood? Embarrassed to walk to the door of your own house? And the family inside will open the door at any moment and welcome them home.

Just by imagining that picture in his heart, the people of Momoi Gate already showed a smile of relief.

Suddenly, the door of the rustic cottage on the oil painting moved.

The happy expression on the faces of the people of Momoi Gate came to an abrupt end? for his sanity has not yet been lost.

How can something on a painting move?

But in fact? The door of the rustic cottage in the painting is indeed slowly pushed open from the inside.

Eventually, the door was pushed open completely, revealing a dark figure standing in the doorway.

This is not a human figure!

A huge, profane figure with extremely strange proportions, somewhat resembling a gibbon? Even though his hands were twisted and hanging at the sides of his body, his fingers could almost be dragged to the ground.

Or in that blurry black figure? The people of Momoi could no longer tell whether it was a finger or a scythe-like beast hook.

This figure is like a drunk? The head swayed from side to side, and the arms swayed back and forth like a pendulum of doom.

Even if the painting in front of you is just a two-dimensional flat world? But how realistic is the feeling? As if it was about to jump out of the painting at any moment? Then touch Momoimon's cheek with a sickle-like finger.

"Ahh

The rapidly rising fear in his heart finally woke up the people of Momoi Gate, and they screamed.

Jiraiya on the other side heard the voice, and quickly turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Paint, paint..."

The Taojingmen man trembled and pointed to the rural oil painting in front of him and said, "The painting has moved!" ”

"The painting moves!"

"There's a 'man' in the painting, and he pushes the door open!"

"He's coming!"

The people of Taojingmen didn't know how to describe what they saw beyond imagination for a while, so they could only use the adjective "human" to describe it.

Zilai also rushed to look at it, and looked closely, but found that there was nothing on the oil painting.

It's just a normal oil painting, and there is no movement on it.

Or rather, the whole painting is a simple landscape painting, without even a humanoid creature.

The vision can be deceiving, so Jiraiya reached out and touched the surface of the canvas, and the tactile sensation unique to oil painting was conveyed to his hand.

It's just an ordinary painting.

Looking at the Taojing Gate man again, his exclamation also stopped, but his eyes kept staring at the oil painting, as if he wanted to see through the oil painting.

Although in his own opinion, this is just a normal oil painting, he is not in a hurry to deny what the Taojingmen people may have seen just now, but said indifferently: "Let's go, there is nothing here." ”

The Momoi Gate man nodded sluggishly, and the oil painting at this time returned to its previous appearance, and nothing was alive on it.

The profane figure disappeared in an instant, completely disappearing from the world in the painting, as if it had never appeared.

The door to the country cottage was also closed, as if it had never been opened.

Could it be that I was too nervous and saw it wrong?

...

Walking out of the library, the people of Momoi followed Jiraiya to the other side of the second floor of the mansion.

He held the oil lamp in his hand high, hoping to relieve the discomfort and fear he had just felt with the light shining farther away.

Passing by the mirror placed in the middle of the stairs on the second floor, the Momoi Gate wanted to comb his hairstyle that had just been scattered due to confusion and fear.

But as soon as he turned his head, the people of Taojing saw a picture that they could not forget for the rest of their lives.

The profane figure that appeared in the oil painting just now is now clinging to his neck like a sloth.