Chapter 142

"Boss, what's going on?"

The Taoist priest was a little confused, so he just saw that he had been shot by an arrow,

Oh, no, it's a stroke.

But now he is completely like a person who is fine. In addition to the traces of bruises on his face, he fell it by himself.

Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that fell on the ground. As a result, the pen turned into ashes as soon as it was touched.

"It was painted." Zhou Ze said, "if he is really so interested, he won't be unwilling to fight me head-on. Even, he can hang me."

"Painted?"

"Yes, it's painted. It's like a higher-level hypnosis, which blinds your perception of vision, hearing, smell and so on, and changes according to his design."

Zhou Ze looked at his arm. There were obvious scars on his arm before, but now he can't see a trace at all, but the real picture texture is enough to make people subconsciously believe that all this is true in a short time.

"Shit, it turns out that we are peers, a trick of charlatans."

The Taoist priest instantly restored the man's confidence.

The great leader said that all reactionaries are paper tigers!

"Boss, let's catch him now?"

Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed out of the aisle window. "It's almost dawn, and he's already hiding."

In fact, the emergence of ghosts has nothing to do with darkness and dawn. At least for ghosts, it has no essential impact, but it affects people.

During the day, everything is in broad daylight. Even if something strange happens, ordinary people can feel a little timid and at least have some psychological comfort.

At night, lovers are easily frightened by what happens, which gives ghosts a chance to take advantage of.

Of course, the ghost is a little special. He is good at painting, but no matter how good the painting and quality, it also needs the support and cooperation of an environment. The painting background he likes is not in the daytime, because it will magnify the flaws in his painting, and his painting can be more realistic at night.

"Then let's... Have breakfast next?"

Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and the Taoist naturally followed. Then, the Taoist watched Zhou Ze walk into a dormitory with a sign of sundry room.

In the dormitory, in addition to a pile of sundries, there is a pair of black leather shoes.

Zhou Ze sat on the board, as if thinking about something.

"Boss?"

Zhou Ze raised his hand and motioned to the Taoist priest to be quiet at this time.

The old Taoist nodded and sat down on the opposite bed. Don't worry about the bruises on his body. He has traveled far and wide for so many years, and he has suffered countless skin injuries. For this, pediatrics.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Ze bent down under the bed and began to search for it.

The old Taoist also bent down and worked with him. He didn't know what the boss was looking for, but it didn't matter. Just look for it!

After all, what most bosses see is not your progress, but your attitude.

There are some sundries under the bed. When it is pulled out, it is empty. After all, this bedroom is uninhabited.

Zhou Ze opened the wardrobe, and all eight cabinets were opened. There was nothing else in it except a thin layer of ash.

The Taoist priest scratched his head and simply climbed to the upper bunk. There were many posters on the wall of the upper bunk, all of which were stars, such as Ronaldo and Ramos.

Zhou Ze also came to the upper bunk. He thought there should be something here, otherwise the ghost of Wang Baosteel could not have stayed here all the time, and he saw other strange scenes in this dormitory.

Not surprisingly, this dormitory should be the key point of this series of events.

"Boss, what pictures are on your posters? They look strange." The Taoist pointed to Zhou Ze and said.

"Picasso's painting." Zhou Ze replied.

Immediately, Zhou Ze seemed to find something and reached out to touch it on the poster.

From the Taoist's perspective, his boss actually reached out and touched the chest position of the woman in the painting. The Taoist immediately said:

"Boss, go home and touch Yingying. The woman in this painting is too ugly..."

The old Taoist painting hasn't finished yet,

There was only a hiss,

This painting was directly torn down by Zhou Ze, and several pieces of paper fell down between the painting and the wall.

Zhou Ze didn't have time to answer the old nonsense, so he directly picked up a piece of paper. This is a pen painting, and the painting is very rigorous. In the painting is a dormitory, which is covered and filled with a special layer of liquid.

It can be regarded as water or... Blood.

In the next picture, on the balcony, there is a half-length boy who is trying to climb inside, and stretched out two legs in the bedroom cabinet.

Next is the third picture, in which a man is standing upside down on the ceramic tile with his hands on his leather shoes.

The three paintings represent three pictures, which Zhou Ze has just seen before.

One is in the bedroom, filled with blood, the other is the half cut boy, and the other is Wang Baosteel walking upside down.

Next, there are three paintings, a total of six.

Pick up another painting, in which there is a skeleton, walking between students and teachers with a book in his hand. If there is no accident, it should be sun Qiu.

Next is the fifth picture. When seeing the scene in this picture, Zhou Ze immediately turned his head and looked at the old Taoist. At this time, the old Taoist had just climbed down from the upper bunk opposite Zhou Ze to the upper bunk on Zhou Ze's side, and seemed to be very interested in what Zhou Ze found.

"What is it painted? I can't see it clearly." The Taoist asked.

Zhou Ze handed the painting to Lao Dao. Lao Dao grabbed the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other hand. Then he was stunned and fell directly. Fortunately, it was not high, so nothing happened, but Lao Dao seemed to be lost.

The painting fell to the ground. In the painting, an old man in a Taoist robe was lying there, with his head in a strange place. Nearby, there was a black cat, which seemed to be eating his body.

Zhou Ze opened the last one,

What's unexpected is that in the last painting, it's not himself, but the small flat head. There is a sharp object inserted in the small flat head forehead, standing straightly. Because there are two moles on the small flat head face, it well corresponds to the image of the characters in the painting.

After reading all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the lost Taoist below, and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Why do you have old paintings but not your own?

Well,

This feeling is like that the protagonist who was scheduled to be filmed was frantically robbed by an edge dragon suit.

The Taoist priest immediately climbed up again, took other paintings in Zhou Ze's hand, and looked at them all. Then he asked Zhou Ze with some trepidation:

"Boss, the paintings are all fake, aren't they?"

Zhou Ze got out of bed, washed his hands in the washbasin and said, "I haven't seen only the two paintings of you and the crew cut, and I have seen the other four paintings."

"How can it be pinched? It's not a Mayan prophecy. I'm still pinching alive, and that little Flathead dormer is still alive."

"Do you mean to say that a middle school student with good painting in this dormitory began to worship you in advance a few years ago?" Zhou Ze asked in reply.

"This is a trick of ghosts to deceive and try to disturb our army!"

Zhou Ze didn't say anything, but motioned to the Taoist priest to put away the six paintings. Then, Zhou Ze went to the balcony.

It's almost dawn, and the morning light has been vaguely visible. People always like to take the morning light as a symbol of hope, but sometimes, it's more like the depression before the dark comes.

With a bitter face, the old Taoist also went to the edge of the balcony, took out a cigarette, handed it to Zhou Ze, and ordered one himself. Then he sighed and said:

"Boss, are these all fake?"

The Taoist priest has asked this question before.

"I don't know." Zhou Ze shook his head. Then, Zhou Ze leaned against the edge of the balcony and continued, "do you feel that everything here is so wet since you entered this dormitory building.

And with a smell of dirt? "

"Dormitory buildings are all like this." The Taoist exhaled a smoke ring.

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. At this time, a ringing bell came from the dormitory, which meant that it was time for the students to get up and participate in the morning self-study.

Some of the more diligent students had already walked out of the ground floor exit when the bell rang, and they were wearing red school uniforms.

The students in other buildings around are wearing blue school uniforms.

"School uniform color, different."

Zhou Ze pointed to the bottom. Now he didn't want to let go of any details. The reason was very simple. Since he entered the dormitory building, what happened in succession made Zhou Ze feel completely confused.

"It is estimated that the uniforms of junior high school students and senior high school students are different. This is a junior high school dormitory building, and the two buildings outside seem to be senior high schools. This middle school is the middle school department and the high school department are both together."

Saying this, the Taoist priest took out the painting and looked at it. The more he looked, the less he felt. Even, the Taoist priest was thinking, why is it not Zhou Ze but himself who died so miserably in the painting?

When did I have such a high sense of existence?

"Here comes your little flat."

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and pointed down. The little flat head dormitory teacher walked outside the exit, holding a phone in his hand, as if he were making a phone call.

"Didn't they call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No?" The old Taoist doubted.

In fact, for Zhou Ze and Lao Dao, it's not a big deal to make a little trouble. They can cope with it by burning some paper money. The key is that even if they don't call the police, nothing has happened.

Before, I only focused on catching ghosts and ignored this stubble, but now I'm free, and I figured out something wrong.

No, to be exact, since I walked into this dormitory, few places have been right.

"Well, he's still alive."

The old Taoist pointed to the small flat head standing below.

This feeling,

Really,

He is good,

Me too.

"Pa Ka!"

Suddenly, the sound of broken glass came from the roof. The Taoist priest only felt a wind passing by his face, and then heard a burst of noise and screams below.

The flat head standing below was just hit by the glass,

That piece of glass,

Stabbed directly into his forehead,

Be straight.