Chapter 144

"Boss, what's going on?"

Lao Dao is not clear, so he just saw that he had won an arrow.

But now he is totally like a nobody. Besides his face, there are still traces of blue nose and swollen face, but it was his own fall.

Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that had fallen from the ground. As a result, the pen turned to ashes as soon as it was touched.

"It was painted." Zhou Ze said, "if he is really so interested, he will not be reluctant to fight me head-on. Even, he can hang me."

"Painted?"

"Yes, it's like a more advanced hypnosis, which blinds your sense 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 any of them at all. But the real texture of the picture can make people subconsciously believe that all these are true in a short time.

"Shit, I was with you, the trick of charlatans."

Lao Dao suddenly restored the confidence of men.

The great leader said that all reactionaries are paper tigers!

"Boss, let's get him out now?"

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

In fact, the appearance of ghosts has nothing to do with darkness and brightness. At least for ghosts, it has no essential influence, but it affects people.

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

And in the night, what happens to the lover is easy to be frightened, which gives the ghost a chance to take advantage of.

Of course, that ghost is a little special. He is good at painting, but no matter how good the painting and the quality of the painting need the support and cooperation of an environment. In the daytime, it is not his favorite painting background, because it will enlarge the flaws in his painting, and in the evening, his painting can be more realistic.

"Then we will To breakfast? "

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

In the bedroom, besides a pile of sundries, there is also a pair of black leather shoes.

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

"Boss?"

Zhou Ze raised his hand and signaled to Lao Dao to be quiet at this time.

Lao Dao nodded and sat down on the opposite bed. He didn't have to worry about the bruises on his body. After so many years of traveling, he has suffered a lot of painful skin injuries. This is a little pediatrician.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhou Ze bent down under the bed and began to search.

The Taoist priest also stooped down to work together. He didn't know what the boss was looking for, but it didn't matter. He was right!

After all, most bosses don't see your progress, they see your attitude.

There are some sundries under the bed. After being pulled out, the bottom is empty. After all, this bedroom is also uninhabited.

Zhou Ze opened the wardrobe. All eight cabinets were opened. There was nothing else inside except a thin layer of ash.

Lao Dao scratched his head and climbed to the upper bunk. The upper bunk was on the wall with many posters. They were all stars, like Ronaldo and Ramos.

Zhou Ze also came to the upper bunk. He thought there should be something here. Otherwise, Wang Baosteel's ghost could not stay here all the time, and he saw other strange scenes in the dormitory.

Without accident, this bedroom should be the key point of this series of events.

"Boss, what's the picture on your poster? It looks strange." Lao Dao pointed to Zhou Ze.

"Picasso's painting." Zhou Ze replied.

Then, Zhou Ze seemed to find something and reached out to touch the poster.

From the perspective of Lao Dao, his boss actually reached out to touch the position of the woman's chest in the painting. At present, Lao Dao said directly:

"boss, go home to touch Yingying, the woman in the painting is too ugly..."

Before finishing the old painting,

just heard a "hiss",

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

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

It can be treated as water or Blood.

In the next picture, on the balcony, there is a boy with only half of his body trying to climb inside, and in the bedroom cabinet, he stretches out two legs.

Next is the third picture, in which a man is standing upside down on the tile with his hands on the ground and shoes on.Three paintings represent three pictures, which Zhou Ze had just seen before.

One is in the bedroom, filled with blood and water. One is the half body boy. The other is Wang Baosteel walking on his head.

Next, there are three more pictures, a total of six.

Pick up another picture. It's a skeleton with a book in hand, walking between students and teachers. If there's no accident, it's sun Qiu.

Next is the fifth picture. When seeing the scene in this picture, Zhou Ze immediately turned his head to look at the old road. At this time, the old road just came down from the upper shop on the opposite side and climbed to the upper shop on the side of Zhou Ze. It seems that he is also very interested in what Zhou Ze found.

"What did you draw? I can't see clearly. " Lao Dao 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 the whole person was stunned and fell down directly. Fortunately, it was not high, so there was nothing wrong with it, but Lao Dao seemed to lose his soul.

The painting falls on the ground. In the painting, an old man in a Taoist robe lies there, with a different body. There is a black cat nearby, which seems to be gnawing at his body.

Zhou Ze opened the last picture,

some accidents are that in the last picture, it's not himself, but the little flat head, on which there is a sharp object, standing straighter than straight, because there are two moles on the little flat head, so it's very good to correspond to the image of the characters in the picture.

After reading all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the old lost way below and suddenly felt lost.

Why there are old paintings but not their own?

Well,

it's like the scheduled protagonist in a movie is robbed by a fringe dragon suit.

Lao Dao immediately climbed up again, took other paintings in Zhou Ze's hand and looked them all over again, and then 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 sink, and said, "only you and the little flat headed ones I haven't seen. I've seen the other four paintings."

"How can I pinch it? It's not a Mayan prophecy. I'm still alive to pinch it, and that little flat headed tube is still alive."

"Do you want to say that a few years ago, there was a middle school student with a good painter in this dormitory who began to worship you in advance?" Zhou Ze asked.

"It's a trick of ghosts, trying to confuse our army!"

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

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

The old Taoist priest, with a bitter face, went to the balcony, took out a cigarette, handed one to Zhou Ze, and ordered one himself, then sighed and said:

"boss, are these all fake?"

Lao Dao has asked this question before.

"I don't know." Zhou Ze shook his head, then, leaning against the edge of the balcony, Zhou Ze continued: "do you feel that everything here is so humid since you entered the dormitory building.

And with a smell of earth? "

"Dormitories, all of them." The old man puffed out a smoke ring.

Zhou Ze reached out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. At this time, there was a ring in the dormitory building, which meant that the students should get up to attend the early self-study.

Some of the more hardworking students walked out of the ground floor exit when the bell rang. They were wearing red uniforms.

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

"School uniform color, different."

Zhou Ze points to the following. He doesn't want to let go of any details now. The reason is very simple. Since he entered the dormitory building, what happened in succession makes Zhou Ze feel totally confused.

"It's estimated that the uniforms of junior high school students are different from those of senior high school students. This is the dormitory building of junior high school. The two buildings outside seem to be senior high school buildings. This middle school is where the middle school department and senior high school department are together."

Lao Dao said, and then took the picture out to see it. The more he saw it, the worse it was. Even Lao Dao thought, why didn't Zhou Ze die so miserably in the picture, but himself?

When did I have such a high sense of existence?

"Here comes your little flat head."

Zhou Ze reached down and pointed out. The little flat headed teacher came out of the exit, holding the phone as if he was making a phone call.

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

"No?" The old Taoist said doubtfully.

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

I used to focus on catching ghosts, but now I'm free, and I've figured out something wrong.No, to be exact, few things have been right since I entered the dormitory.

"Well, he's still alive."

The old Taoist pointed to the little flat head standing under him.

In this sense,

really,

he is good,

I am good.

"Snap!"

There was a sound of broken glass on the top of the building. The old Taoist thought there was only one wind passing his face, and then he heard a noise and scream from below.

The little flat head standing at the bottom was just smashed by the glass,

that piece of glass,

stabbed directly into his forehead position,

than straight.