Aoba Office

"Lin Qi." Wu Ling's voice came from the mobile phone.

"That Bai An, have you seen his paintings, the ones recently posted on his social media page?" I asked impatiently.

"Well, Nangong has just been found, and we are reading it now." Wu Ling answered my question first, "We have checked his identity, and he is the son of the client in that commission incident. We also read his debut novel, which is based on that It was adapted from the incident.”

"Hmm. Those paintings of his...does he have any abilities?" I asked.

If he didn't have special abilities, how could Bai An draw so many ghosts and monsters? Some of them were things I had seen and experienced before, and others were things I was completely unfamiliar with and seeing for the first time. This gives me some peace of mind. At least it can be confirmed that the things Bai An saw were not all the things I encountered, and he was not "monitoring" me. And what he saw was probably just supernatural things that appeared in this world.

"Looking at it now, we can infer that he may not even know what he saw." Wu Ling said.

I was a little surprised, but I also found this conclusion quite easy to accept.

"He said in an interview that a lot of inspiration comes from the observation and refinement of life, but more of it comes from his own imagination. Sometimes he thinks too much and works too hard, and he dreams about it at night. Story. He thinks about it every day and dreams about it at night. "Wu Ling said, "Most of his dreams are nightmares, and they are all scary things."

I was also opening the webpage to look at Bai An's social homepage. As I was flipping through it, I came across what Wu Ling said.

As Wu Ling said, this is the creative experience shared by Bai An during an interview.

"So, his ability is to dream about ghosts that appear in reality?" I asked.

"At present, it seems so. We still need to conduct a comprehensive analysis of his works before we can draw a definite conclusion. If necessary, we will contact him and talk to him face to face."

"Oh..." I looked at the gray paintings on the screen and didn't know what to say.

I seemed a little too excited, but Bai An's paintings did give me a bad feeling.

This feeling...I can't explain it clearly, otherwise I would have told Wu Ling long ago.

Maybe it's my intuition, or maybe Bai An's paintings are so good. The depressing and terrifying atmosphere he depicts seems even scarier than the monsters in reality.

I could only remind Wu Ling to be careful, "...I always feel that it's very bad..."

"We don't feel that way," Wu Ling said.

I heard Gu Mo's voice on the other end of the phone, "...He is so artistic and yet he is infected?"

My face suddenly darkened.

Liu Miao's laughter also came from the phone.

"I feel uncomfortable too." Nangong Yao said at this time.

I don’t know if he is comforting me or if he really feels the same way as me.

Gu Mo smacked his lips and said no more.

Wu Ling said they would handle it and hung up the phone.

I put down the phone and looked at Bai An's paintings for a while. My eyes were sore from watching it until I realized that I had been watching it for more than three hours.

Bai An releases his works very frequently and is a prolific painter.

Judging from the time when he released his works, this year was his most productive. Almost two or three paintings were published every week, and in the past month, it was close to one a day. Each piece of work is also very refined, not a rough draft.

I touched my forehead and found that I was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Those weird, eerie images linger in my mind.

I closed my laptop and finished washing up absentmindedly. After lying on the bed, I still couldn't fall asleep.

Closing my eyes, I seemed to be able to see those monsters appearing around me.

The ones that have been dealt with are, to say the least, the green-faced ghost, the ghost of the evil dog... I know very well that these are ghosts that have been eliminated and can no longer pose a threat to me. Even if it happens again, I should be able to solve it. But those things that haven't been solved, or even things I haven't seen before, make me uneasy.

I seemed to hear a rustling sound in the room. There was something crawling under the bed, something peering out the window. The closet door seemed to be pushed open by something. It was hiding in the closet and secretly observing me through the gap. Even inside the quilt, something seemed to be moving.

Opening my eyes, I saw the ceiling.

At that moment, I seemed to see a ghost shadow attached to the ceiling, and a scene exactly like one of Bai An's works appeared in front of me.

I exhaled heavily.

This is not a good sign.

Tong Ranran's lesson is not far behind.

If I drive myself crazy, I will be the first to turn into an evil spirit.

I turned over, faced the wall, and saw the curtains.

The dim moonlight shines on the curtains.

The curtains are not very thick, they are the tacky big flower pattern curtains my mother bought. I counted the petals on it, and my eyelids became heavy.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of water.

Wow... Wow...

It looked like someone was brushing the water with their hands.

Wow... Wow...

I saw the moonlight and the reflection of the moon in the water. The moon in the water is brighter than the moon in the sky. The color of the pool is also darker than the sky at night.

I stared at the water in trance. There seemed to be something under the water, swimming upwards, trying to surface.

Wow!

The water surface was broken, the moon shook, and there were layers of waves on the water surface.

When the ripples stopped and the water surface returned to its original state, the things underwater seemed to dive again and sink to the bottom.

"Card!"

Card?

What?

I was suddenly awakened and found that I was still in the bedroom, lying on my side in the same position.

I almost fell asleep and had a dream, but woke up midway through.

I felt very uncomfortable, but the thoughts in my brain gradually became clearer. The dream just now became blurry.

Wow... Wow...

"Nan...nan..."

Um?

Who is speaking?

Wow...

The sound of water was replaced by the cacophony of voices.

"Nan Sang!"

"Nan Shen, the director calls you."

I suddenly opened my eyes.

It's not a dream, I'm still in the bedroom.

I reached out and grabbed my phone and dialed Wu Ling.

As I dialed the phone, my heartbeat kept speeding up.

"Hello?" Wu Ling's voice came over.

"Where is Nan Tian now?" I asked.

Wu Ling on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds, "He should be working and hasn't bothered Nangong recently. What were you dreaming about?"

"I don't know either. It's not right. It's not that kind of dream, not the usual kind... I didn't see him, but I saw Bai An's painting, the latest one! I also heard someone calling Nan Tian , said something about the director." I held my forehead and tried my best to recall the details in those clips.

But what I saw was a blurry fragment, with no details at all.

"Wait a moment."

There was movement on the other end of the phone.

I heard Wu Ling call Nangong Yao and what they said.

After a while, I heard Wu Ling's voice again.

"Nan Tian is currently filming in country J. The tentative title of the drama is "Hot Springs Villa Murder Incident", a detective mystery drama. He plays a major supporting role."

"Hot spring? Open-air hot spring? And is it filming at night?" I asked.

"I don't know. Nan Tian is filming now, and the person who answered the phone was one of his assistants. We have to wait until his part..." Wu Ling explained to me, but stopped mid-sentence.

From a distance, I heard Nangong Yao's loud inquiry on the other side of the phone.

"What happened on the set?! Hey! Who sank into the water?!"

As I was listening, my heart suddenly tightened. My heart, which had been pounding since I woke up, skipped a beat. I suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Nan Tian... Nan Tian... Think about Nan Tian, ​​or Nan Tian's assistant... I should have met Nan Tian's assistant. When I was in the film and television city, I met Nan Tian for the first time. In that crew there were Mo Wen, Nan Tian, ​​and others. There were quite a few people around them.

hurry up! Come into dreamland quickly!

First update in the Year of the Dog, no dogs. (￣▽￣“)