Chapter 147

It's almost dawn, which means that Zhou Ze and Lao Dao are actually on this side of the lawn, standing still and maintaining this movement for a long time.

Fortunately, at this time, there were few people walking around the dormitory building, and no one noticed that there were still two people foolishly standing there.

Otherwise, if there is any unexpected painting, there is no way to take it into account, just like the reason why tieguaili was attached to the dead beggar is because his body suffered an accident when he swam out.

The old Taoist sat in the car, took out the drop wine and rubbed his knee. At this time, he was a bit messy. The former unreal and the present real, two kinds of real and fake feelings constantly bothered him. He didn't know where his real acid was or where his pain was.

It's like when a person just comes ashore after swimming, he always feels a little uncomfortable with gravity.

Zhou Ze also sat in the copilot's seat, in front of him, with the notebook.

The cover of the notebook is blue, low-key and common.

"Boss, what's going on? Look at a notebook, how can it be like that?"

Lao Dao has always been curious about this. He didn't know why before. His memory after entering school with his boss was erased, and then he went directly to block B.

As a matter of fact, there is no seat B,

there is no dormitory teacher in

there is no such thing as a half body boy, an upside down walking Zhao Baogang, an aunt who adds boiling water to a hot water bottle, etc.

But that kind of feeling, which is very real even though it doesn't exist, makes people subconsciously "connect seamlessly", which is really terrible.

"Have you heard of wall painting?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I saw the movie." Lao Dao replied.

"It's a story in Liaozhaizhiyi." Zhou Ze turned his head to the side of the chair. "It's almost the same thing, but that story is that people enter the world of murals, and this time, we enter the world of notebooks. If you are right, the notebook should be filled with some pen paintings. Everything we see in that dormitory building is painted here. "

"So exaggerated?"

"Now there is only one question. What the devil is that sun Qiu?"

If Zhou Ze didn't realize sun Qiu's problem at this time, he would have been really confused.

From that guy entering the bookstore to telling stories to himself and Lao Dao entering Pingchao middle school being led by a black cat to find this notebook, the whole thing is actually linked.

It seems that people are waiting for all of this to happen.

This kind of feeling makes people uncomfortable. Normal people are not willing to be other people's puppets.

And the girl scene in the corridor that he saw when he "closed" his notebook made him think of the little girl in the third village. She was charming, she was hungry, and she was good.

The warbler and warbler are all directly knocked down by the other side, playing a binding.

Before that, Zhou Ze thought that the other side was a superior person who could not see the beginning and the end. She didn't leave a name for her good deeds, but who knows, she wasn't so simple.

What's the intention of the six pen paintings found in the dormitory building? In fact, Zhou Ze can guess some of them, especially the one about Lao Dao.

Paintings, just like movies, are fake, not strictly exist. The pictures and characters in paintings can be unrestrained naturally.

For example, dormitories can be curved, for example, one ghost after another can appear in them, without any reason, but the fake is fake after all, how can it be true?

Let a living person die in the fake world, let the real living person die, and let the original fake things have the ability to influence the reality.

Just like some financing scams, their gimmicks and all the publicity are basically fake, but they can attract financing in reality and swindle huge amounts of money. In the end, it doesn't matter whether it is true or not. It has successfully stirred the wind and rain in reality.

And because he is a "dead man", not a living man, so the main character of that painting, become an old way.

Zhou Ze reached out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. To be honest, it's a bit endless. Besides, it's hard to be stared at and calculated.

"Meow!"

There was a cry from the cat. The old man who was cleaning medicine and wine in the driver's cab was stunned. He looked out of the window quickly. On the flyover not far away, there was a black cat crouching there, looking like a sapphire.

"Niang, the cat ran out again."

Lao Dao is more sensitive to cats. Now he recalls that the reason why he proposed to catch the black cat was that he had a white cat beside his former boss. He thought that Zhou Ze could effectively improve his B-frame if he had a black cat around him.

Zhou Ze got out of the car and looked over there. He still had the notebook in his hand. There was a sticker on the back of the notebook. It was the head of a black cat.The black cat is nearly 100 meters away from Zhou Ze. It licks its paws. It seems that it has more than enough meaning. Just now, it's really only a little short of being able to get the old way.

Zhou Ze didn't run to catch the cat, and didn't bother to play hide and seek games with him. He took out the lighter, lit the fire, and then put the lower end of the notebook together.

Go to your mother's calculation,

I can't burn a fire!

The black cat was stunned. It didn't seem to expect Zhou Ze's reaction. He was tense at the moment, and then jumped over directly. The black figure almost flew up on the cement road and rushed to Zhou Ze.

Sure enough,

is this black cat similar to the spirit of this notebook?

"Hum!"

Zhou Ze's left fingernails grow out, and he grabs directly at his black cat.

"Poof!"

The black cat was directly pulled away by Zhou Ze and landed on the ground. The body began to become illusory and uncomfortable. It was much weaker than Zhou Ze expected.

"Hey, are you really going to burn it?"

A girl's voice came from Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze turned around and saw a little girl sitting on the roof of her car, her feet shaking, like watching a play.

She was just watching the play, all the time.

The old Taoist put his head out of the car. Before he could look up, he stepped on him with one foot.

"Ah, it hurts!"

The old Taoist priest's head shrank back in pain.

It's really Lao Dao's own death. Other girls sit on the car and swing their feet. Can't you just look up and see if you're all gone?

"Who are you?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I'm just passing by, and I'm going to leave Tongcheng soon. I just want to remind you that this notebook is much more valuable than you think. It's just polluted now. It's picked up by a student who can draw under the circumstances. Then I draw so many ghost stories about the dormitory.

Coupled with the resentment and negative emotions of the students in this school, it will become that way.

But its function, in fact, is much higher than this, and its function is definitely not limited to VR glasses. "

"How can I trust you?" Zhou Ze asked.

The little girl jumped out of the car and walked to Zhou Ze.

The eyes are like stars. They are quite different from the silly three country girl who went to her Bookstore before.

"Haha, it's fun. You look like this. It's really fun."

The little girl reached out to touch Zhou Ze's face.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not resist or refuse.

Her palm, very ice, also very cold, to be honest, not very comfortable.

The little girl felt it, raised her head and breathed a long sigh. "You know, this is a judge's magic weapon, a yin and Yang book of falling products."

Zhou Ze shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

He is also a temporary worker. Only when he becomes a regular can he be regarded as a regular ghost. Then he has to work slowly until he is a constable, then a patrol inspector, and then a judge.

It can be said that the current level of "judge" is too far away for Zhou Ze.

"No, I didn't isolate the influence of this brochure and only let it be confined to a dormitory building. You say, how long will it take you to realize that what you see is actually a painting? Where you are, in fact, are all fake? "

The little girl is talking to herself,

"I have to go. The last ring and this notebook are my gifts for you. You can take good care of them. They should be used later."

The little girl reached out and grabbed forward. The black cat, which had just been plucked by Zhou Ze, turned into a black light and flew into the girl's palm. Then the little girl put it into the notebook.

At the same time, sun Qiu, who had been reading in the library, disappeared in a flash. The book he had held before fell on the ground.

"Take it away. This thing is damaged badly, but it's still useful. After that, you can even grab some ghosts inside.

For example, you can go in and have a look when you want. In the sense of experience, you can definitely complete the current VR adult technology. "

The little girl took back her hand and looked at Zhou Ze carefully again.

"I'm going down. Next time I'll come up, it's difficult. You can keep a low profile as much as possible. Of course, there's no need to hurt yourself. Forget it. You seem to be used to it after your last life."

"You know me?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, do you think you are the real one in your last life?" Asked the little girl.

"If you want to tell me something about your past life, it's too conventional and bloody." Zhou Ze said.

"Then I'll tell you a more bloody story. I really know you in my last life." The little girl blinked and looked at Zhou Ze,"And then you've made me strong."

“…………” Zhou Ze.

"How about dog blood?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

"You were so small?" Zhou Ze asked.

He wanted to know if he had such a beast in his last life.

The little girl bent over with a smile,

and then began to grow up slowly,

a thin black fog covered her,

it was hard to see her face, but she did become an adult woman.

Zhou Ze is more comfortable in mind.

it's OK,

it's not so animal.

However,

What Zhou Ze can't see is that the face of a woman in the black fog is a wrinkled face of an old woman.

The old woman was wearing a dark golden robe and a crown of the sun. She had countless grace. But the face did not match her figure and temperament. It was like a perfect work of art, which was destroyed and distorted.

"I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to climb up step by step. I'll wait for you to come back to the day when the hell was sealed. I'll wait for you to remember something about your last life."

"Come on, you'll make me feel like I'm on the wrong set. We're not shooting the legend of swordsmen."

"At that time, I will kill you again and put you into the livestock Road, so that I can feel the pleasure of revenge.

You are growing so slowly that I can't see it at all. I can only show you some good things to fatten you up quickly. "

“…………” Zhou Ze.

Suddenly I felt that it's better to go to the wrong set than now.

"Ha ha..."

The woman's figure and the black fog around her dissipated in an instant and fell into the ground.

She's gone,

she's gone quite simply.

When the door was opened, the old man with clear footprints came out, rubbing his face,

groaned discontentedly at the position where the woman disappeared:

"ah, woman."