Chapter 168:

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The reincarnations present--except for Ye Zeqing and Zheng Yi, the remaining few have no special knowledge of Xiao Li's painting skills. After seeing ghosts, they feel that Hercules' painting skills are good. , They also subconsciously think that he really has such a painting skill that impresses ghosts, so they don't understand why this big man walks out of the gallery so fast, and if he looks closely, he still has such a hurry...
However, as Xiao Li who knows everything, of course he would not want to stay to see his masterpieces. It is her business that Bloody Mary loves to watch. As a normal person, he does not have that strange hobby, so he almost took a trot. Walked out of the gallery.
Due to the agreement with the ghost painting, the door has changed from canvas to reality this time, and they walked out easily.
Only when Xiao Li hadn't gone far, he faintly heard the angry roar of the painter from the door behind him: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
During the period, there were also a few vague national curses for being too angry after being deceived.
other people:"…………??"
What's wrong again? Didn't Hercules draw a picture for this ghost? Why is it so miserable to paint a ghost? Anyone who doesn't know will think it is Xiao Li greening it?
However, Xiao Li, who had already cultivated for a long time, turned a blind eye to other people's suspicion, and stood there, rubbing his chin like no one else.
Always feel that this scene is a bit familiar? Is the same background sound in the previous exhibition halls?
This is not so good. In the future, we still need to pay attention to it. It is clear that you are a good upright young man, but now it is like a big villain.
Xiao Li shook his head, then walked forward, by the way, from under his arm, he pulled out the painting that the ghost painter gave him.
Ye Zeqing and the others immediately reacted when they saw this, forming a circle towards the front, and using a mobile phone, flashlight and other tools to illuminate the gradually unfolding picture scroll in Xiao Li's hand
The life tips given by the ghosts are clearly and clearly displayed in the eyes of everyone:
The white canvas is dotted with some transparent water drop-like objects, and in the center of it is a person.
It may be far-fetched to say that he is a person. He looks extremely weird. He can't tell whether he is a man or a woman from his facial features. There is no hair on the painting, only a dry face.
This face is half and half, distinct, with a smile on the left half and weeping on the right half. It looks like both a and a buddha and an evil spirit at the same time.
Obviously it is only a painting, but due to the vivid craftsmanship of the artist, it looks lifelike. At first glance, it looks like this person is standing in front of them.
Zheng Yi was the first to express his opinion: "...that's it? What kind of meaning does this broken painting mean?"
"Even if you don't give a few words, it's good to leave a few words down. Just such a broken picture tells us to guess the wool?"
Ye Zeqing first glanced at him with disdain, as if he felt that being with him had reduced his level, then he wrapped his chest with one hand, and said coldly: "Why don't you say that it is best to get the answer to the mystery directly? Carve it up and send it to you?" After a pause, said, "Is this a metaphor, for example, like this paradise, it is a normal amusement park during the day, and it becomes a haunted house at night, so during the day and There are two different forms at night."
"There is such a possibility," Fu Guangbo's eyes lit up when he listened to Ye Zeqing's words, and then he flexed his hands in excitement. He tried to touch the painting with his hands, and found that the ink on it had completely dried out, thinking for a moment. But it doesn’t make sense. As night guards, their duty is to patrol at night, don’t we have to comply?"
Chen Jinghan, who has not been very talkative for a long time, glanced at the few people in front of him, and suddenly interrupted: "Could it be the meaning on the screen, without metaphors, there are two sides to one person, and I and we are all possessed by ghosts? Or is it Sun? He is always possessed by ghosts, so half of him is crying, trying his best to turn into the day; half of him is smiling. In fact, ghosts occupy his body, which is the origin of the danger at night?"
Fu Guangbo frowned and tried to clarify the logic: "But it was during the day when we saw Mr. Sun. At that time, he asked us to go to work as soon as possible? Isn't this a contradiction?"
"Also, it is also possible that Mr. Sun meant that there are times and times. What we saw happened to be Mr. Sun who was possessed by a ghost?" Chen Jinghan speculated hesitantly.
Fu Guangbo was silent for a moment and nodded: "It's not unreasonable..."
At this time, he noticed that the discussion among them was in full swing, but Xiao Li stood aside but didn't say anything. Instead, he stared at the painting. Fu Guangbo couldn't help asking: "Herkery, what do you think? ?"
Xiao Li raised his head and glanced at him, casually patted the painting in Zheng Yi's arms, and answered simply: "Not enough."
Fu Guangbo: "What is not enough?"
Xiao Li had already put away the phone and walked back to the security dormitory, leaving only one sentence to break into his eardrum: "...not enough clues. I don't like to express opinions when there are not enough clues--"
"In other words, once I say something, it means it is absolutely correct in my eyes."
He doesn't accept it easily, but once he chooses something, he will hold it tightly in his hand.
When Shen Mirage heard these words, his expression moved, he looked at Xiao Li thoughtfully, and followed him.

The whole night passed quickly.
The reincarnations who returned to the staff dormitory were quite tired, but Fu Guangbo and others were still studying the painting in order to make a living. They watched and worshipped the craft of ghost painting from all angles, light, 360 degrees without dead ends.
The proposals put forward are so varied that they are really mind-blowing.
From entering the dormitory to the debate until the early morning, these people couldn't help but choose to go to sleep until the first ray of sunlight came.
Before going to bed, Fu Guangbo thought happily: Fortunately, this haunted place was not a dormitory, otherwise they would have to take turns on duty, and they would not even be able to sleep for a good night's sleep. That's why life is better than death.
It was about a busy night, and it was so exhausted that everyone had no dreams.
Until the secretary Miss Anne came to wake them up.
When Annie came in, she didn't knock on the door at first, she wanted to open the door, but found that the door was locked.
She opened her mouth slightly in surprise, and lay down behind the door listening for a while, before closing her hands into fists and knocking tentatively: "Is anyone there?"
Xiao Li opened one eye quickly, his eyes were clear, but he did not move.
The doll leaning on his pillow also straightened his upper body, his hair trembling, and looked straight at the door of the room.
Ye Zeqing saw that Xiao Li didn't move, so he didn't move.
The same is true for Zheng Yi.
Finally, Fu Guangbo opened the door with a complicated expression.
Miss Anne stood at the door, her polite smile was filled with surprise that could not be concealed, and her delicate eyes swept across the reincarnations in the dormitory: "Everyone...have it well last night?"
"Haha," Fu Guangbo smiled and didn't smile, "It's a great time, don't thank us, this is our duty."
He was mocking, but Annie thought for a while and said: "That's what I said."
Fu Guangbo: "..."
How many are you?
Annie and Fu Guangbo exchanged a few words briefly, and then couldn't help but asked, "Mr. Fu, it is not convenient for Fang to ask, how did you... survive? What about Gao Yao and the others?"
She asked simply, but Fu Guangbo was taken aback.
In an average company, no matter how high the mortality rate is, they won’t put this kind of question on the table, so don’t you worry about them leaving?
And looking at the face of this lady secretary, she was really curious.
Fu Guangbo glanced back at the other comrades, and said haha, "Just survived, and went in for a while, um, Gao Yao and the others are not careful, we are not as experienced as we are."
Annie said "Oh". At this time, the mobile phone she put in her pocket vibrated a few times. She immediately took out her mobile phone, opened the communication interface after unlocking, and then straightened up and said: "Congratulations, you have passed the first one safely. In the evening, you can rest as much as you want. I will take you to General Sun’s office at 4 this afternoon and explain your tasks tonight."
Fu Guangbo: "Our task tonight is not to patrol the exhibition hall?"
Annie answered drippingly: "Maybe Sun Zong will explain otherwise."
After the secretary left this sentence, she twisted her waist and left. After turning her back to Fu Guangbo, her formulaic smile was wiped off her face and turned into full shock and convulsion.
Her reaction was the same as Mr. Sun's reaction when he first learned about it--
How could this be? ! This is obviously impossible?
Each of these exhibition halls is deadly enough, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to survive the whole night after entering continuously!
But the facts are right in front of them, and they can't help but believe them.
That morning, Mr. Sun and his friends left the office together as usual and went to various exhibition halls to clean up the "message". Due to the large number of reincarnations, they also cared for the corpse with their hands.
But when he walked to the first exhibition hall, Mr. Sun pushed open the door and saw not the familiar blood stains and stumps, but broken glass, electrocuted fish, and turned white belly, smelling It's so fragrant.
Even President Sun who swallowed instinctively:?
In the second exhibition hall, what he saw was not a corpse that committed suicide after being played with a trance, but a silicone dummy that was scalded out of various twisted cavities by sulfuric acid liquid, and the dummy that was corroded into a spherical shape. Human-like monsters.
Mr. Sun:? ?
In the third hall, he was greeted by the empty specimen hall.
Mr. Sun:? ? ?
In the fourth exhibition hall, he saw an extremely angry painter who nearly smashed the entire studio and threw a paintbrush on Bloody Mary's face last night.
The old man was confused and had a bad temper. When he saw someone hit whom, he had torn most of the paintings he once cherished. This would see President Sun picking up a board and hitting him in the face.
Mr. Sun:? ? ? ?
Where is his pavilion? He has so many well-designed and well-designed pavilions?
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@Talk to Hercule Bot, not anonymous! I draw ghosts!
How old I am, you come to judge, is this still a human? Doesn't it mean that human education will teach them to respect the old and love the young? Hercules is human? He is a ghost! His painting level really forced my old man to swear swear words %&&, which stained my eyes, so he paid a lot of money for a pair of eyes that hadn't seen Hercule's paintings!
[Comment 1: Wait, I want to see how ugly it is...]
[Comment 2: You have caused my curiosity. Next time I meet him, I will ask him for a painting. 】
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