Chapter 142: Something is everywhere

"Boss, what the is going on?"
The old way is a little unknown, so he just saw that he had hit an arrow,
Oh no, it was a good deal.
But now he is completely like a okay person, in addition to his face, there are traces of swollen nose and blue face, but he fell 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 will not be unwilling to fight me head-on, even, he can hang me."
"Pictured?"
"Yes, the painting is like a more advanced hypnosis, which blinds your perception of vision, hearing and smell, and changes according to his design."
Zhou Ze looked at his arm, and there were obvious scars on his arm before, but now he can't see the slightest bit, but the real picture texture is enough for people to subconsciously believe this in a short time. Everything is true.
"Damn, it turns out that we are walking with us, tricks of rivers and lakes liars."
Lao Dao instantly restored the man's self-confidence.
The great leader said that all reactionaries are paper tigers!
"Boss, shall we get him out now?"
Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed out the window of the aisle. "It's dawning, and he's already hiding."
In fact, the appearance of ghosts has nothing to do with the sky and the sky. At least for ghosts, there is no essential impact, but people.
During the day, everything is in broad daylight. Even if we encounter something strange, ordinary people can feel a little courageous, at least have some psychological comfort.
And at night, people are easily frightened by what happens, giving the ghost a chance.
Of course, that ghost is a little special, he is good at painting, but no matter how good the picture and the quality of the picture, he needs the support and cooperation of the environment. During the day, it is not his favorite painting background, because it will magnify the flaws in his painting, and at night his Painting can be more realistic.
"Then we next... go to breakfast?"
Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and Lao Tao naturally followed, and then Lao Tao watched Zhou Ze walk into a dormitory with a debris room.
In the bedroom, in addition to a pile of debris, 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 be quiet.
The old man nodded and sat down on the opposite bed. The bruises on his body didn't have to worry. After so many years of traveling in and out of the country, the painful scalp traumas that had been eaten were numerous. This, Pediatrics.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Ze stooped under the bed and started searching.
Lao Dao also bent down and tinkered with him. He didn't know what the boss was looking for, but it didn't matter, it was right!
After all, what most bosses see is not your progress, but your attitude.
There are some debris under the bed. After pulling it out, it is empty below. After all, this dormitory is unoccupied.
Zhou Ze opened the closet, and all eight cabinets were opened. There was nothing but a thin layer of gray in it.
The old road scratched his head, and simply climbed to the upper bunk, where the upper bunk wall was placed, and there were many posters, all of them stars, Ronaldo, Ramos and the like.
Zhou Ze also came to Shangpu, he felt that there should be something here, otherwise Wang Baogang's soul could not stay here all the time, and he also saw other strange scenes in this dormitory.
Not surprisingly, this bedroom should be the key point of this series of events.
"Boss, what kind of painting is on the poster there, looks weird." Lao Dao pointed to Zhou Ze and said.
"Picasso's painting." Zhou Ze replied.
Immediately, Zhou Ze seemed to find something and reached out and touched the poster.
In the perspective of the old man, his boss actually reached out to touch the position of the woman's chest in the painting. The old man said directly now:
"Boss, come home to touch Yingying, the woman in this painting is too ugly..."
The old paintings are not finished yet,
I only heard a "hiss" sound,
The painting was torn directly by Zhou Ze, and several pieces of paper fell between the painting and the wall.
Zhou Ze had no time to take care of the clichés and picked up a piece of paper directly. This is a pen drawing. The painter is very rigorous. The painting is a bedroom, and this bedroom is covered with a special layer of liquid.
It can be regarded as water, or as blood.
In the next picture is on the balcony, there is a half-length teenager who is trying to crawl inside, and in the bedroom cabinet, stretched out two legs.
Next is the third picture, with a man on his head standing on the ground, wearing leather shoes with his hands upside down on the tiles.
The three paintings represent three pictures, and Zhou Ze had just seen them before.
One is in the dormitory, filled with blood, one is the half-cut boy, and the other is Wang Baogang who walks upside down.
Below, there are three more paintings, a total of six.
Picking up another picture, the picture is a skeleton, holding a book in his hand, walking between the students and teachers, and if there is no accident, the painting should be Sun Qiu.
Next is the fifth picture. When I saw the scene in this painting, Zhou Ze turned his head to look at Lao Dao. Lao Dao just paved from the opposite side and climbed to the upper berth of Zhou Ze. I was very interested in what I found.
"What did you draw? You can't see clearly." the old man asked.
Zhou Ze handed this painting to Lao Tao. Lao Tao grabbed the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other hand. Then the whole person froze for a while and fell down directly. Fortunately, it was not high, so he did not throw anything Things, but old-fashioned like a lost soul.
The painting fell to the ground. In the painting, an old man in a robe was lying there, with a strange head, and there was a black cat nearby, like he was eating his body.
Zhou Ze opened the last one,
Somewhat unexpectedly, the last picture is not about me, but the small flat head. A sharp object is inserted on the forehead of the small flat head, standing straighter than the straight flat, because there are two moles on the face of the small flat head, so It corresponds well to the image of the person in the painting.
After reading all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the old master who lost his soul, and suddenly felt a sense of loss.
Why are there old-fashioned paintings but no own paintings?
Ok,
It feels like the protagonist of the movie was frantically grabbed by an edged dragon.
Lao Tao immediately climbed up again and took over all the other paintings in Zhou Ze's hands, and then asked Zhou Ze with some trembling:
"Boss, the pictures are all fake, right?"
Zhou Ze got out of bed and washed his hands over the washbasin. He said: "I haven't seen only the two paintings of you and Xiaopingtou, and I have seen the other four paintings."
"How is it possible to pinch? This is not Mayan prophecy. I still pinch alive, and the little flat-headed dormitory is still alive."
"You want to say that a few years ago, there was a middle school student with a good painter in this bedroom who started admiring you in advance?" Zhou Ze asked.
"This is a ghost's blindfolding method, so it's mysterious, trying to disturb our army's heart!"
Zhou Ze didn't say anything, but signaled the old man to put away the six paintings. Then, Zhou Ze walked to the balcony.
It was dawning, and dawn was already faintly visible. People always like to think of dawn as a symbol of hope, but sometimes, it is more like the depression before the advent of darkness.
The old Tao, with a bitter expression on his face, also walked to the balcony, took out the cigarette, handed one to Zhou Ze, and ordered one, and then sighed, saying:
"Boss, are these fake?"
Lao Tao has already asked this question before.
"I don't know." Zhou Ze shook his head. Then, Zhou Ze leaned on the edge of the balcony and continued: "Did you feel that everything here is so wet after entering this dormitory building?"
And it still smells like earth? "
"The dormitory building is like this." The old man spit out a smoke ring.
Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. At this time, there was a ringing sound in the dormitory building, which meant that the students should get up and participate in the early self-study.
Some of the more diligent students walked out of the ground floor exit when the bell rang, and they wore red school uniforms.
The students in other buildings around are wearing blue uniforms.
"School uniform colors, different."
Zhou Ze pointed to the following. He doesn't want to let go of any details now. The reason is very simple. From the time he entered this dormitory building, what happened one after another made Zhou Ze feel completely clueless.
"It is estimated that the junior high school students and the high school students have different school uniforms. This is the junior high school dormitory. The two buildings outside seem to be high school. This middle school is the middle school and the high school. Both are together."
As the old man said, he took the painting out and looked at it, and the more it looked, the less it tasted. Even the old man thought, why is it that the person who died so badly in the painting is not Zhou Ze but himself?
When did I have such a high sense of existence?
"Well, your small flat head came out."
Zhou Ze extended his hand and pointed down. The teacher with the small flat-headed dormitory walked out of the exit, holding the phone in his hand as if making a call.
"Did they call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No?" the old man wondered.
In fact, for Zhou Ze and Dao, it’s not a big deal to make a little trouble, and burn some paper money to cope with it. The key point is that Xiaopingtou’s gangs don’t even happen if they don’t call the police Ever the same.
I used to focus on catching ghosts and ignored this, but now that I'm free, I figure out something is wrong.
No, to be precise, since walking into this dormitory ~EbookFREE.me~ there are few places that are right.
"Well, he is still alive."
Lao Tao pointed to the small flat head standing underneath.
This feeling,
Really are,
He is good,
I am fine too.
"Slap!"
Suddenly the sound of shattered glass came from the top of the building, and the old man only felt that there was a wind across his face, and then only heard a noise and scream from below.
The small flat head standing below was just hit by the glass,
That piece of glass,
Stabbed directly from the position of his forehead,
Bibi straight.