"I'm going, why is it so miserable? It's too ruthless. Soon after going upstairs, Wang Jiajun heard heart-rending screams from Cao Fei's house.

That voice was really piercing the golden cracked stone, terrifying, and I was suddenly shocked in my heart, and I was even more convinced of the fact that Xia Ning was a ghost.

Holding the recorder in his hand, he continued to say what he had not finished speaking: "Hello everyone, my name is Wang Jiajun, I just heard my friend's voice, I suspect that he has been killed." ”

After speaking, he wiped the sweat from his head and raised the phone again, with an unfamiliar face on it: "Master, Master, I heard my friend's screams just now, and I guess something happened to me." ”

The master was very young, and he was also a little scared after hearing it, and he also heard the cry just now, but he still pretended to be calm: "That... Don't be afraid, you look for something strange in the room, it's usually really evil, there must be something bad, destroy that thing and you'll be fine. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll find it right away." Locking the door, Wang Jiajun began to look for it in the room, almost confirming that Xia Ning had a problem.

Then I searched all over the room, and I never found the so-called strange objects, just a bunch of drawings on the desk.

Some are not finished yet, some are crumpled and covered on the table.

"Is there something strange in these paintings?"

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door of the lounge, dull and urgent, like a low roar of a resentful ghost, which startled Wang Jiajun, who had just picked up the sketch.

"Open the door! Wang Jiajun, I know you're in there, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd? A voice from Xia Ning came from outside the door, and he wondered what these two guys were doing.

Can't listen, can't listen.

Wang Jiajun chose to cover his ears, now is the most critical juncture, and he can't be influenced by the other party.

Vacating the sketch, he began to observe.

After staring at it for a while, the expression on his face became more and more ugly: "What are these?" ”

These drawings are all extremely horrific content, such as some severed human heads or crawling arms, which make people's scalp tingle.

Putting the recorder to his mouth, Wang Jiajun continued: "I'm Wang Jiajun, and I found a bunch of horrific sketches in my friend's room, almost all of them were human heads and arms. ”

Master Wang, who was still on the video, suddenly had a big head.

Head? Limb? What is this?

Could it be that there really are ghosts?

At first, he just wanted to fool people to make a little money, but now he is not calm.

I thought it was a prank, but now it doesn't seem that simple.

"That's... Brother, if I don't give you the money, I won't take this job. Wang Weijin took off his robe and said in a consultative tone.

"Don't, master, this person's life is at stake, you can't see death without saving! If it really doesn't work, I'll add money. The master's words almost didn't make Wang Jiajun almost faint.

Want to get your money back now? Didn't that push him into the fire?

Now Xia Ning is still outside, trying to find a way to get in, it's one thing whether he can leave or not.

Speaking of this, Wang Jiajun suddenly found that the knocking on the door seemed to have stopped, and he didn't know what the other party was doing now.

"That's... All right. Looking at the other party's pleading tone, coupled with the money, Master Wang still took it hard.

"Master, if you look at these drawings, will it have anything to do with it?" Wang Jiajun randomly selected a sketch, on which was a woman sitting on a grave, crying, looking very strange.

"Okay, then... I'll take a look. Wiping a handful of beads of sweat from his head, Master Wang reluctantly glanced at the drawing, and after just one glance, the whole person froze in place.

I have to say that this painting is very good, whether it is from the perspective of coloring or line matching, it is difficult to find faults, which is enough to prove the author's proficiency in technique.

In particular, the polishing of the woman's posture and face was extremely in place, so that for a moment he thought that the woman in the painting seemed to be really crying in front of him.

The miserable beauty, the sadness of the gestures.

But after staring for a while, Master Wang found a strange place, that is, the corners of the woman's mouth were slightly upturned.

"She's laughing?"

Although the smile was hidden, he caught it.

"Sad on the surface, laughing on the inside?"

The smile hidden under the sadness, coupled with the background of the grave, suddenly made Master Wang's heart feel a chill, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

"Why does this painting get weirder the more you look at it?" Wang Jiajun also noticed that there was something wrong in the drawing, and the hand holding the drawing paper began to tremble slightly, and he didn't notice that the doorknob behind him began to turn.

"I said Master, what do you think I should do?" Putting the sketch down, he looked at his phone and asked the master about his arrangement.

Who knew that the master on the screen, as soon as he raised his head, he stared at Wang Jiajun's back, and seemed to see something very terrifying, and immediately ended the call.

"Master, Master! Why are you hanging?! Tried to call the other party's number again, but found that the other party had turned off the phone, which made Wang Jiajun momentarily confused, and suddenly recalled the master's expression just now, he pondered for a moment, seemed to understand something, and turned his head stiffly to the back, and a familiar figure stood behind him, looking at himself expressionlessly.

"Old... Lao Xia..."'s pale lips were trembling constantly, Wang Jiajun's brain was almost blank, and he almost subconsciously said this.

snatched the mobile phone from the hands of the dead friend, Xia Ning flipped through the last few conversations and suddenly understood something.

His eyelids drooped and his lips twitched into a dark smile, and he suddenly had a sinister taste, and said in an extremely strange tone: "So you have discovered my true identity..."

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Jiajun rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with his head up.

"Well, day by day, I don't know what you're thinking." Carrying someone Wang who had passed out, he threw it directly on the bed, turned around and walked away from the desk.

As soon as he picked up the pen and was about to paint, Boss Xia suddenly frowned: "Why do I feel as if I forgot something?" Well... Forget it, let's paint first. ”

in-game.

Cao Ninglong was running wildly in the old mansion, and there were a bunch of men and women with chainsaws behind him, their faces full of madness and desire to kill, and the roar of the chainsaw was constantly resounding.

"Help!"

"Lao Xia, let me come out!"

It wasn't until the system came a prompt that Xia Ning remembered that someone was still in the game.

...

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Jiajun slowly opened his eyes, shook his somewhat drowsy head, and saw Xia Ning working hard in front of the desk, almost subconsciously bounced up from the bed.

"Old... Old Xia? The memories before the coma slowly retraced, and Wang Jiajun remembered Xia Ning's words at that time in horror.

Boss Xia, who was modifying with a paintbrush, ignored him, and just used his hand to nun the other person on the bed.

Wang Jiajun turned his eyes and found that Cao Ninglong was also on the bed, sleeping soundly

Hey?

Wasn't Lao Cao killed? Why is it here?

The slap was raised high, and Wang Jiajun charged a fierce blow.

A snap was heard in the room, and a slap was evenly slapped on Cao Feizhai's fat face.

In the next second, the latter opened his eyes suddenly, sat up directly from the bed, and his expression was extremely frightened: "Help, help!" I... Hey, where is this? ”

After shouting a few words, Lao Cao suddenly found that he was not in the game, looked around, and saw two dead friends, scratching his head for some reason.

Seeing that the two guys woke up, Xia Ning put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked at them speechlessly: "Do you say that you are idle, how did you think that I am a ghost?" ”

"If I were a ghost, you two would have become a snack a long time ago."

The two guys glanced at each other, feeling a little embarrassed, and Wang Jiajun took out his mobile phone: "Then how do you explain this?" ”

After taking the phone, Boss Xia casually glanced at the photos and videos on it, and couldn't help laughing: "What do you say this?" I thought something. ”

The laughter made the two dead friends who didn't know the truth a little confused.

There was no way, Boss Xia had to simply explain what he had done in the past few days, and the two of them woke up like a dream.

"You said it earlier, so we thought you were really that!"

"It's just, it scares us, but it's weird, when did you learn to put on makeup?"

Facing the questions of the dead friends, Xia Ning was not easy to answer, straightened his throat a little, and said a little seriously: "What I want to study is how to be scary, so I won't just stay at the game in the experience hall, anything about horror, I will try, since I want to do it well, I have to put it into action." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a bunch of drawings he had just drawn: "For example, these paintings are what I have been studying recently, and they will be expanded in other aspects in the future, only from all angles, can we truly build our kingdom, what I say to you is not just a child's house, do you understand?" ”

"You don't really make an effort to understand what I'm doing, so you don't know the truth."

After listening, the two were silent for a while, falling into thought.

They start to think, what do they really want?

Whether it's messing around day after day, or smashing up in bed, or indulging in self-indulgence in games.

Xia Ning's words were like a basin of cold water, poured on top of their heads, bringing unprecedented sobriety.

Before entering university, I just worked hard to get into university, but after entering university, I lost my goal.

In terms of learning, there are few people who ask for themselves, at most, the teacher emphasizes not to fail the subject, and it seems to be gone.

Looking back carefully, in the life circle, it seems that only Lao Xia is still moving forward on his own dream-chasing road, even if he encounters difficulties, he is never tired of it.

I can't help but think of myself, although I promised to pursue my dreams together, but I don't seem to have taken concrete actions, at most I just help, and I don't really think about many things, which is really a little ashamed.

Looking at the dead friends who didn't say a word, Xia Ning suddenly felt a little regretful.

Did I say it's a bit heavy, should I comfort them?

As soon as this thought came out, the two stood up, but there was less confusion in their eyes and more enlightenment.

They know what they're going to do next.

"I understand, Lao Xia, in the next few days, we will devote ourselves wholeheartedly." Wang Jiajun said with a firm look in his eyes.

"Well, I'll try my best." Lao Cao also nodded, not as lazy as before.

Xia Ning didn't say anything, just smiled, and then picked up the brush again and filled in the new content on the drawing paper.

Because, being a brother is in the heart.

A look, a movement, is clear.

As the night wore on, the temperature seemed to be lower, and something bright red seemed to be hot again.