Chapter 488

This painting gave Hou Biao a strange feeling, as if he was telling something. Before that, the girl also gave him such a feeling, as if she was full of worries and grievances to tell people. But the girl is shy and reserved. She only uses her fingers to tell you, go there, my mind is all there.

Hou Biao followed the girl's instructions before he saw the last mural.

He walked slowly towards the mural and vaguely stepped into the dark street in the painting. The rain was flat on the dark brown stone slab, and there were still water marks stepped on the road. However, there was no one on the road, only a figure under the water.

Hou Biao finally knew what the girl was going to tell her. She should have walked on this road, but somehow, she suddenly became the person in the painting. She wants to go back to this road, perhaps to go home or to an appointment. Her family or lover may be waiting for her at the intersection ahead, but she is already the person in the picture.

One of the many shadows under the water must be hers. Her people were fixed in the painting, but the shadow remained in the street. When the water dried up, the shadow would disappear.

Her underwater shadow is crying, and all the shadows here are crying. Hou Biao heard a buzzing voice, but there were too many people. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, and he couldn't tell who was who.

He walked along the street and looked carefully in many shadows. He didn't know what he was looking for. Maybe he was looking for the girl's shadow, maybe he was looking for his own shadow, because when he looked down, he found that he had no shadow.

Looking forward to the figure, Hou Biao saw a flower in front of him. He saw the back of a man wearing a white printed cheongsam, which looked chic and dazzling on the gray ground.

He vaguely remembered that the girl in the picture was wearing such a dress. Although it was only a back figure, he was sure that it was the girl!

The girl suddenly looked back and smiled at him. This smile is born of all beauties. No man can resist such a smile, even a tough man like Hou Biao. His heart swung deeply, like the ripples of his shoes on the ponding road.

Other shadows around began to become blurred and turned into wisps of smoke, like clouds in the reflected sky. However, he looked up and saw that there were no clouds in the sky and there was no sky at all.

Smoke and shadows swam underground like snakes, and some gathered at his feet; Some gathered at the feet of the reflection of the Korean girl.

Hou Biao probably guessed that what gathered at his feet would become his shadow; And those who gather at the girl's feet will become her people. When she appeared on the road, was she still in the picture?

As he thought, he put his hand into the suit pocket in front of his chest and held the pistol. The cold metal passed from his fingers to his heart, but he knew it might not be true. All this was not true - shadows, girls

He was not sure whether he really held the gun, but it didn't matter. As long as he pulled out the gun and shot with mental force as a bullet, it was enough to shoot the girl and her shadow. He just wasn't sure where this clever hypnosis method came from. Would there be more powerful characters hiding in the dark?

However, Hou Biao didn't pull it out.

He saw the reflection of the girl in white, slowly showing her real body. She just stood in front of him, wearing a White Embroidered Brocade cheongsam, folded her hands in front of her belly and smiled at him.

The light of the road, like the focus of the stage, makes women incomparably charming. He couldn't see her face before. When he saw it now, he suddenly found that she looked like Yao Jingjing.

It's not as like as two peas! Even the look matches. The corners of her eyes, the lip liner, the smile, and a lock of soft sideburns fluttering around her ears can't be imitated by people who haven't seen her.

Hou Biao's heart swung again.

The shadows under his feet were gathering rapidly, and he saw that they were about to take shape.

His hands trembled a little. If he pulled out the gun now, he had to shoot her. Although he knew it was an illusion, he hesitated.

Hou Biao had to admit that he had retreated. If it had been before, he would have done it. But he did not regret or miss the past. He feels that he lives better and more real now. What is the meaning of living for a person without feelings? At that time, he was just a walking corpse and a killing machine.

Of course, he won't wait to die. He would still shoot. After a short hesitation, he was ready to draw the gun.

Yao Jingjing's phone call came in at this time.

Hou Biao felt the vibration of the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, the buzzing sound came out in the air, and the whole dark street trembled.

The converging shadows, like frightened fish, exploded and fled in all directions. Yao Jingjing is gone and the ponding road is gone. Hou Biao returns to reality again.

He found himself facing the wall. There was a picture on the wall. In the picture, there was a girl wearing a wreath, wearing a white printed cheongsam, his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen, and the index finger of his right hand slightly tilted if it pointed. This painting is not excellent, only the girl's eyes, no matter from which angle, feel that she is staring at you, a state of desire to say goodbye, teaching people to have compassion.

Hou Biao's right hand was inserted into the suit pocket in front of his left chest, holding a cold pistol. He took out the shaking mobile phone from his trouser pocket with his left hand, connected the phone, pretended to walk past the painting inadvertently, loosened his hand holding the gun, and took out a piece of gum and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing gum is a common thing for agents. It has many wonderful functions and is easy to carry. It can not only stick explosives and block eye-catching, but also open a coconut or something.

At this time, Professor Mei and his party were still visiting the exhibition hall in the order of the exhibition hall. Hou Biao talks to Yao Jingjing while chewing gum.

"Do you think I'm old?" he said, remembering his reaction just now.

Yao Jingjing was puzzled and asked, "is nothing wrong?"

Hou Biao said, "it's all right. You say yours."

Yao Jingjing told him about the key and asked him to tell Professor Mei.

"OK, I'll call you back later." Hou Biao chewed his gum hard and said wholeheartedly.

Yao Jingjing asked curiously, "what do you eat? It's so delicious that you can hear saliva on the phone."

Hou Biao said, "when I go back, I'll buy it for you."

Yao Jingjing smiled and said, "then I can wait!"

After hanging up the phone, Hou Biao took out the chewing gum that had no sugar taste from his mouth and squeezed it into two small beads in his hand. He looked at the position of the camera, walked past the painting with his back hands, flicked his fingers twice, and two gum beads flew out and stuck to the eyes of the girl in the painting.

Hou Biao joined the crowd watching the painting and slowly moved this way behind Mei Tui.

When she passed the girl's painting, Mei Tuo looked more. It was obvious that the two "eyes" in the painting were a little abnormal. However, this painting, which had lost the "finishing touch", was really not brilliant. He soon walked over and no one stopped for it.

No one spoke out because there was gum on the painting. They probably thought it was intentional. Some people also praised: "this painting was originally ordinary. When you look at this eye, it immediately looks three-dimensional, vivid and interesting! What a great artistic skill!"

Someone echoed, "yes, yes, I kind of want to buy this painting!"

Hou Biao looked at his rough calloused hand. If killing is also an art, his hand has a bit of artistic temperament.

He straightened his suit and tie, followed him with a smile, looked at a gap, attached it to the professor's ear and said, "Yao always has something to go back to his hometown. He wants to give the key to Bian Ziyuan for two days and ask if you can."

Mei was stunned. "Xiaobian is back?" she immediately resumed her usual informal appearance and said indifferently, "OK, OK, just give it to Xiaobian."