Aoba Office

I sorted out my guess again, and I felt more and more that my guess was correct.

Ye Zhengyi's ability should be to restore the supernatural events that have occurred in history.

Most of the so-called beauty pictures may not have special powers. Even if he has special powers, he is just reenacting the supernatural events that happened to those beauties, or there is something wrong with the beauties he painted, which makes his paintings produce some special effects.

The things he said about being killed by Liu Che, being led by Liu Che to modify his paintings, and investigating Liu Che's identity were all told by him.

His conclusion about Liu Che might be true, but the investigation he mentioned was too watery.

You know, he became a monk halfway and was not a descendant of a certain sect. Even if he picked up some inheritance, it would be impossible to describe Liu Che's information in detail.

The so-called investigation may be the history that he restored with his ability.

He had drawn pictures about Liu Che, got to know Liu Che and kept it in mind.

He might have drawn something about that taboo, and he might have died because of it instead of being killed by Liu Che.

He may also have drawn a lot of "truths" and known a lot of secret events.

Ye Zhengyi's ability does not need to be restored by magic spirits.

My eyes fell on the painting again.

I know nothing about these antiques and have no understanding at all.

Asked the thin man, he also shook his head.

"This painting can't be stacked in several layers like an oil painting. There is content underneath one picture, right?" The thin man raised the scroll and looked at it carefully, his face almost touching the paper.

"Probably not." I twisted the drawing paper, but I didn't feel that there was anything hidden inside.

This is what the painting should be like.

Why does Ye Zhengyi want to give such paintings power?

The person in the painting has bright eyes, but that's all he has. Not a ghost, not a monster, just an ordinary painting.

"What should we do now?" The thin man looked at me, waiting for me to make up my mind.

"It's better to control him first." I decided.

There is no strange aura on Ye Zhengyi, at least Liu Miao's ability cannot deal with him. He has never killed anyone, which is why I had an intention to communicate with Ye Zhengyi and the three of them from the beginning. They are by no means evil, evil people or evil ghosts, and it does not mean that they do not have other thoughts.

"Well, if this turned into a water ghost..." The thin man regained his previous imagination.

"It's not a water ghost, it's Ye Zhengyi." I interrupted the thin man, "Is there that legendary magic weapon? The person in the painting becomes real, but is controlled by the drawing paper. The person holding the painting is the owner. ”

The thin man looked at me helplessly, "Brother Qi, although I can make the things I think about come true, the prerequisite is that I believe it myself. Do you think this is Ye Zhengyi?"

The thin man shook the scroll, showing no respect for the ancient paintings.

This painting does not look like an ancient painting. It looks brand new, and it does not have the feeling of an unearthed cultural relic that most people have in mind. It is also different from the warm-colored collections in museums.

"Why is it impossible? Ye Zhengyi may have wanted to use this method to deceive his own clone and give himself an extra life." I said without changing my expression.

The thin man looked at me suspiciously, "Is Ye Zhengyi a woman?"

"No." I shook my head. It's hard to lie about this, but there was no need to tell the thin man that Ye Zhengyi was an old man with a white beard. "But it looks like... the eyes are very similar. Maybe he painted a woman on purpose."

The thin man was still hesitant, dubious about my statement. He frowned, as if he was brainwashing himself into believing my nonsense.

I feel embarrassed too.

It is not easy to control Ye Zhengyi. If I control Ye Zhengyi and Ye Zhengyi's abilities are as I thought, the next thing will become very simple.

However, I originally planned to use Ye Zhengyi's paintings and Slender Man's abilities to form a fake female ghost army to deal with the ghost king, but now it seems that it is difficult to do so.

When I thought about this, I suddenly felt a strange feeling.

I recalled the exchange between Ye Zhengyi and me. Those sincere confessions seemed to be only told to me about Liu Che because of the guidance of a senior and the identity of the same victim. Now that I think about it, the sense of violation is getting stronger and stronger.

Ye Zhengyi really wanted to tell me something. Want to restore the spirit of the spell. Want to "recover" your ability...

When I looked at the people in the painting, my mood suddenly became complicated.

"Wait a minute." I stopped the thin man.

The thin man took a long breath and said, "This is really not possible, Brother Qi. What you said... we are just making up stories. If the situation is urgent, it is easy to say what the purpose is. You just want to control Ye Zhengyi... You might as well ask me to find something and find another way. Well, I know a villain who can control ghosts." The thin man suggested to me.

My original purpose was not to control Ye Zhengyi, but to restore the spirit of the spell, so I don't need to bother now.

"Wait a minute. I'll find him. I'd better ask him about some things." I sighed.

The thin man didn't care, he waved his hand and let me do whatever I wanted.

I left Shouzi's house and walked back to Xu Tiancheng's car.

I didn't rush, I just walked over normally and quietly looked out the car window under Xu Tiancheng's curious eyes.

The passenger window was open.

Yao Niexian couldn't wait to ask about the progress of the matter. I didn't answer, and Xu Tiancheng guessed the result first.

"It definitely didn't work."

"how do you know?"

"He will be with us. If it happens, would you know?" Xu Tiancheng rolled his eyes.

Yao Nie was also confused when he was concerned, and he only reacted when he was reminded.

I looked at Ye Zhengyi and said, "Come with me."

Ye Zhengyi muttered, "What are you going to do? What is your friend's ability? Can he change the world with his own ideas?"

I straightened up and tightened my hand on the car door slightly.

Ye Zheng's understanding of a pair of abilities can be considered profound.

Xu Tiancheng asked: "We don't have to follow, right?"

"No need." I turned and left.

Yao Nie's voice came clearly. I heard him ask uneasily: "Is it okay if he just follows him?"

I vaguely heard what Xu Tiancheng answered.

"...It's useless for us to follow."

Ye Zhengyi was not nervous, and followed me leisurely, without speaking a word along the way.

When he went upstairs and knocked on the door, he was not surprised when he saw the thin man and greeted him politely.

His painting was spread out on the coffee table, with his head and feet hanging in the air.

I just don’t understand ancient paintings and cultural relics, and I know there must be something wrong with this way of placing them.

Ye Zhengyi didn't feel distressed at all, and politely waited for the owner, the thin man, to greet him, and then sat down properly.

His attitude was completely different from before.

I think he has guessed the purpose of my calling him.

"What do you want us to do for you?" I looked at Ye Zhengyi and asked.

Ye Zheng smiled, just a reserved smile, with a bit of freedom and a hint of bitterness, "At this point, I don't have to struggle anymore. I didn't expect to meet you and a person with such abilities... This is God's will ”

Goodnight everybody.