"That's it, let's go in."

The counselor took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, pushed the door open and walked in.

It's normal that the stairs are cleaned, but the façade of each step is painted.

Characters, cartoons, landscapes and so on.

The counselor smiled: "It seems that I didn't find a mistake, but I didn't know that this place was actually regarded as a secret base by everyone." ”

He quickened his pace, and I had to follow.

Walking down the stairs, the first thing that catches your eye is the rows of shelves, which are filled with plaster figures, which look a little scary in the dim light.

Walking through the shelves, there is a large open space, where the light is still dim, and more than a dozen people lie on the ground in this dim light, constantly painting.

On the ground, a large piece of drawing paper was laid out. There are already quite a few humanoid silhouettes on the east and west of it, but the drawings are obviously not finished yet, and it is not clear what they are going to draw for the time being.

I saw Wu Jian and the girl he liked at a glance.

At this time, the two of them were far apart, without any communication, and buried their heads in each other's drawings on the ground. It's like Wu Jian, who joined the art club for love, but fell in love with the art club and gave up his love.

"Ahem."

The counselor coughed twice, trying to get everyone's attention.

He also succeeded, and all the people who were painting turned their heads to look at him, but there was an inexplicable resentment on their expressions, as if it was a heinous thing to pull them out of the state of painting.

When the counselor who was about to speak saw this, he immediately became dumbfounded, and he smiled dryly and didn't know what to do.

One by one, the students turned around and continued to paint, while the counselor looked at me and said in a low voice, "Why do I feel a little panicked?" ”

I nodded slightly, but didn't answer.

When I saw Wu Jian and them, I felt that something was wrong. The state of these people is so strange, as if they are fascinated by ghosts.

But no matter how I looked at it, I couldn't feel a trace of yin qi.

There is nothing strange about the surrounding objects, including the paintings on the ground.

But if you want to say that this place is normal, I don't believe it.

I walked around the crowd and came behind Wu Jian.

Instead of bothering him, I craned my neck and watched him paint.

He was holding a pencil and making shapes, and it was faintly visible that it was in the shape of an arm, but there were many long and narrow wounds on the arm.

No, it's not a narrow wound, it's an eye.

But to my surprise, even though I was so close, I still didn't feel anything wrong.

After thinking about it, I put one hand on Wu Jian's shoulder: "Wu Jian." ”

Wu Jian turned his head and said in surprise: "Why are you here, how do you know if there is an undercover agent planted next to me." ”

His expression and reaction were normal, but when the counselor coughed before, he had already seen me.

The thought flashed through my mind, and I asked, "How long are you going to paint?" Did the girl catch up? ”

"I don't know how long I'll have to finish painting."

"What about the girl?"

"What girl? Oh, oh, it doesn't matter now, we said we'd go after her when we were done. ”

After saying a word, Wu Jian began to urge me to leave, saying that he wanted to paint and asked me not to affect him.

From start to finish, the counselor stood aside and no one paid attention.

After leaving, the counselor regained his spirits and began to call again and again to investigate the details of the painting activity.

As a member of the art club, he quickly got relevant information.

This event was indeed held by the Art Society, but it was not a collective activity of the Art Society, but an activity for newcomers led by the vice president.

It's not a nocturnal diagram of a hundred ghosts, but an object drawing.

As for who later changed the content of the painting to a nocturnal diagram of a hundred ghosts, the counselor didn't ask why.

In the end, the counselor had no choice but to propose that this event be cancelled, after all, all the newcomers involved in painting had all skipped class. Club activities should not override daily teaching.

In the following days, Wu Jian resumed classes and no longer mentioned the activities of the art club, nor did he mention the girl he wanted to chase.

I asked him once, and when I mentioned the girl again, he seemed a little dazed, as if he had forgotten that he had ever liked the other person.

This incident planted a thorn in my heart, but as Wu Jian returned to normal, I had to bury it deep in my heart.

Until a month later.

This weekend, Wu Jian invited me to dinner, and as soon as the dishes were served, he hurriedly told me that the picture of the hundred ghosts walking at night had finally been drawn.

I had just grabbed the chopsticks that I had just served, and I stopped in the air and looked at him in surprise.

We spent most of our time together during this time, and he didn't have time to paint at all.

I didn't answer, I just listened to him talk in a hurry, all about the details of the painting.

It wasn't until he stopped to eat that I asked, "When did you go to paint?" ”

"At night." Wu Jian replied normally: "Every night we paint in the art club. ”

Because I applied to live off-campus, it was indeed the time when Wu Jian and I were separated at night, but the dormitory was to be checked at night, and during the day, Wu Jian did not have any signs of dozing off.

If he stays up late at night to paint, how can he maintain the spirit of the day?

I quietly took out my phone and sent a text message to his dormitory classmates.

The message quickly came back, and the other party seemed very surprised, and replied: He is in the dormitory every night, and he goes to bed very early every day, and he sleeps until dawn.

After deleting the message, I looked at Wu Jian's still excited face and said, "When will you take me to see that painting?" ”

When Wu Jian heard this, he shook his head and said, "I guess I don't have a chance, I'm going to be buried soon." ”

"Buried?" I'm confused, even if he doesn't show me, I can figure it out, but what does this burial mean?

Wu Jian nodded very seriously: "Yes, bury." ”

"Who's going to be buried?"

"Paint."

“.......”

I don't think I'm on the same line with Wu Jian's thinking at all.

After sorting out my thoughts a bit, I asked, "Who is responsible for the burial?" Can I go to the ceremony? ”

Wu Jian shook his head and said: "Now the person who is buried has not been found, they said that they want to find a professional, as for the ceremony, I need to ask." ”

"Ask who?"

"Wang Xia, our vice president."

"Wang Xia."

I recited the name, this event was indeed organized by the vice president, but when I heard the counselor call, it didn't seem to be Wang Xia's name.

Secretly jotting down the name, I digressed and moved on to something else.

After separating from Wu Jian, I called the counselor as soon as possible.