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Everything is to wait for the word...

Gu An was silent for a while, then took out the red hijab from his arms and called out Han Xiuxiu.

Han Xiuxiu was dressed in red makeup, like a fire lotus blooming in the darkness.

Gu An looked at Wu, pointed to Han Xiuxiu: "Do you know him?"

Gu An looked expectantly in his eyes. Although the two didn't meet each other last time, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, the old Taoist Zhang Huangwu patted his chest and said that Han Xiuxiu's ghost was here.

And adding Zhang Sheng's words, the fog is completely corresponding.

Wu heard Gu An's words, glanced at Han Xiuxiu, then turned her head again, and continued to knock on the wall...

It doesn't seem to work...

Gu An sighed, the fog's reaction had already revealed everything, it didn't know Han Xiuxiu, and Han Xiuxiu didn't know it either.

If Wu is really Han Xiuxiu's ghost, but the two don't know each other, it's really strange.

Another point is that Fog doesn't like to talk, and doesn't like to respond to himself. He only reacts every time he mentions the person he is waiting for.

But I can't use this trick every time to deceive, otherwise it will be the same as the story of the wolf came, and it will wear away Wu's patience and trust in the end, and the next time I really need to find it, it will only be worth the loss.

So now how to let Wu take care of himself without consuming his patience and trust?

Gu An pondered for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that this is impossible at all...

My serious Gu An stood in front of it, but it didn't respond, so what else can I do...

And I can't see through it myself, and my understanding of it is not as good as a painting by Zhang Sheng.

By the way... draw...

A flash of inspiration flashed in Gu An's mind, and he suddenly thought of the painting Zhang Sheng drew last time.

Although I can't see what Fog is doing, Zhang Sheng can. He can express it with paintings. Fog doesn't want to communicate with himself, but Zhang Sheng can do it. Although he is also an autistic guy, he is at least much better than Fog.

Thinking about it, Gu An immediately rushed to the first floor, and at the same time said to Wu: "Wait for me, soon."

Gu An wasn't sure if his words had any effect, so he could only take it as if it had any effect.

And luck was good tonight, there was a commotion, and that terrifying existence didn't appear.

After returning to the first floor, Gu An immediately knocked on Zhang Sheng's door.

Zhang Sheng opened the door and looked straight at Gu An. The brushes on his back were lined up in a row. From Gu An's point of view, there was nothing wrong with it.

But if you stand behind him, you will find that the paintbrush is inserted into the flesh, and the blood is constantly flowing down.

"I need your help, remember the fog? Can you see for me and draw what you see?"

Gu An asked uncertainly.

Zhang Sheng tilted his head and glanced at Gu An, revealing all the drawing boards hanging on the wall behind him.

This was drawn by Zhang Sheng after he came back from the second floor, and all the previous paintings have been replaced by him.

The paintings on the wall are all seen and heard after the second floor.

There are many paintings in it, Gu An has seen them on the second floor, those walls, corners, rooms, and the heads of households, even the graffiti on the walls.

【Walk】

A drawing board with big blood-red characters suddenly appeared in front of Gu An, blocking his sight.

After seeing this word, Gu An immediately smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's go now."

Zhang Sheng promised to go to the second floor with him, willing to help him.

This is naturally a good thing for Gu An.

No nonsense, just take Zhang Sheng straight up to the second floor.

Zhang Sheng followed behind with his drawing board in his arms.

Soon, go back to the second floor through the stairway.

Wu didn't know if he had really listened to what he said, but he still didn't leave, and his hands were still beating on the wall.

Of course, it may also be that the time to leave has not yet come...

"How is it, did you see anything?"

Gu An turned his head and looked at Zhang Sheng who followed him.

Zhang Sheng didn't speak, just holding the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in one hand, and staring at the fog with his eyes.

Same as last time, after watching for a while, Zhang Sheng's white eyes rolled, revealing the same human expression as himself, and he was regretting something...

Gu An felt a little nervous. Every time he saw this kind of eyes, especially when he was facing the fog, this existence that Zhang Huangwu called Han Xiuxiu's ghost, he felt as if he had done something wrong, as if he was really like Zhang Huangwu. That being said, he is a scumbag...

He wondered if he would have to explain to Zhang Huangwu in the future that he is not a scumbag, but just wants to give all the weirdos a home, and he treats them like family members...

Under Zhang Sheng's regretful eyes, it also took a paintbrush and began to draw on the drawing board.

Gu An didn't make a sound, holding his breath for fear of disturbing the other party.

Zhang Sheng held a pen and focused on painting.

Gu An's eyes also drifted away immediately, watching silently.

Zhang Sheng seems to draw another tree.

Another tree?

Gu An was taken aback, and continued to hold his breath.

Zhang Sheng's painting skills are very superb, he painted the tree so vividly, the sky is green and the tree is green, even through the drawing board, Gu An feels as if he is standing under a tree, the leaves block the sun and the hot weather.

Then, under the tree was the same woman from last time, only her back.

With Zhang Huangwu's reminder this time, Gu An knew that this was Han Xiuxiu.

Although the back of Han Xiuxiu in the painting is different from the weird Han Xiuxiu, it can be explained. After all, there is still a difference between people and weirdness.

Zhang Sheng continued to draw. At this time, he had already drawn the general outline of the first painting.

Han Xiuxiu's hand was placed in the middle of the trunk, and she raised her hand, just in line with the position where she knocked on the wall in reality.