Doomsday begins with a nightmare

He obviously knew what the Security Bureau was doing, and the battle here was not a trivial matter at first glance.As smart as he is, it is naturally impossible to take the risk to go in.

Although no one had said that there would be danger in it, he could feel it.

In fact, Lin Mo did not intend to let the other party in.

He has been sensing outside for a long time.

There is indeed a problem in this house.

The concentration of nightmare breath is twice that of other places, which is not particularly brilliant, but the vague sense of danger makes Lin Mo understand that it is not simple.

"Okay, you can rest outside for a while."

Lin Mo took the key and walked in with several action members.

The key was handed to the action captain.

The other party opened the courtyard door first. This door is made of alloy imitation wood, which is very strong.

The yard is not big, there is a tree, and the ground is neatly paved with blue bricks. As the door was opened, Lin Mo saw the room where the collection was stored.

There are not only paintings in this room, but also other things.

There are a lot of porcelain, and some calligraphy works, but here, Chinese and Western-style paintings are in the same room, and oil paintings and calligraphy and paintings are placed together, which always feels very inconsistent.

There are many paintings here, and Lin Mo easily found the problematic one.

Is a pair of 'monk'.

The name of the painting and some basic information are pasted under the frame.

It is a masterpiece of a certain painter in the last century and modern times.

It was created hundreds of years ago.

In the painting, an old monk puts his hands together and raises his head to chant scriptures. Behind him is a scene in a temple with Buddha statues.The paintings are lifelike, the lines and colors used are impeccable.

Especially in that artistic conception, there is a heavy feeling that compassion is above all, and I am for all beings.

Just looking at the painting, it is definitely a good work of color.

For the works made a hundred years ago, both the monk on the painting and the artist who painted the painting have long since passed away, so they can be sold at high prices.

It was this painting that was the problem.

In the real world, nothing can be seen.

I can only feel the strong nightmare atmosphere in this painting.

The key is to see what this painting looks like in the nightmare world after falling asleep.

"I'll go in and have a look, you wait for my news."

Lin Mo gave an order.

The action team that followed him has also cooperated many times. They are very professional. Not only can they fight in the real world, but they are also half-expert in the nightmare world.

But because of this, they knew better how terrifying Lin Mo was.

It has been circulated in the Bureau that Lin Mo will become the fourth special expert of the General Bureau in a short time.

Special experts, in the circle of security bureau experts, are at the top.

So whatever Lin Mo said, they would complete it without compromise.

After finding a stool, Lin Mo closed his eyes and fell into a dream instantly.

Chapter 0725 This eminent monk seems familiar

Opening his eyes again, Lin Mo had already entered the nightmare world.

Different from the light and clarity in the real world, the nightmare world seems to have added a few filters, making everything blurry or even distorted.

There seemed to be a lot of black particles floating in the air, giving people an uncomfortable feeling of suffocation.

Lin Mo looked up at the painting.

The eminent monk in the painting is still sitting cross-legged, but his head is raised high, but now he is lowered, his hands are naturally hanging down, blood is dripping from his body, and the blood has penetrated the drawing paper and dripped out of the frame .

The originally dignified and solemn temple now also revealed eerie horror. The Buddha statue behind the monk, at this moment, looked more like the King of Hades in the Temple of Yama, with a blue face and fangs, ferocious and terrifying.

Streams of blood flowed from the painting, spreading outwards.

Just by looking at it, one can tell that this painting is terrifying, and inside, it seems to be connected to another even more terrifying world.

Lin Mo is also mature now, unlike when he was young, he was full of curiosity about everything.

He knew that curiosity killed the cat.

People, if you want to live longer, the first thing you need to suppress is the curiosity in your heart.

Lin Mo smiled and took out the lighter from his arms.

"Since there is something wrong with this painting, let's just burn it."

He really intended to do this, lit the fire, walked over and started burning along the picture frame.

The next moment, the eminent monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

Most people are scared to death when they encounter this kind of thing.

Lin Mo had been on guard for a long time.

He also reached out his hand like lightning and clasped the opponent's wrist.

"I know you're dishonest."

Lin Mo tried hard with one arm, trying to pull the opponent out.

This is called preemptive strikes. It is better to pull the other party out than to be pulled in by the other party.Lin Mo has been to places like the painting world many times, and there were still dangers a few times.

This painting looks even scarier, so if you can't go in, don't go in. Lin Mo has already thought about it, and he won't explore the story and reason behind this painting.

Why do you inquire so much, since the dummy came out of this painting, then burn it.

After burning, it's all over.

At this moment, after Lin Mo tried hard, he didn't pull the opponent out.

"Still strong?" Lin Mo used both hands, but the other party's strength still seemed endless, and Lin Mo couldn't take it all of a sudden.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you help?" Lin Mo roared.

Immediately, several ghost hands stretched out from his shadow, and together they grabbed the monk's arm and pulled it out.

At this moment, the monk on the painting raised his head.

The skinny face was full of ferocity, and the next moment, the flesh and blood on the back of the seeping man stretched out six arms like an eight-armed arhat.

"You are cheating!"

Lin Mo cursed angrily.

But it is undeniable that this horror version of the monk does have two brushes. Now that the eight arms are exerting force together, the ghost image cannot be dealt with.

Lin Mo is being pulled into the painting bit by bit.

This is the same as a tug-of-war, and Lin Mo's fighting spirit has been completely aroused. He had never lost a tug-of-war when he was in school before, and he can't lose now either.

"Sister Yue, I've been bullied, and you just look at me like this?"

Lin Mo started shaking people.

He can't get out the paper figurine now, so he can only call out Sister Yue first.

But Lin Mo didn't know if Sister Yue would come out.

After all, Sister Yue has a weird temper.

If you can't say it, if you say you won't help, then you really won't come out to help.

After shouting twice, as expected by Lin Mo, there was no response.

"Sister Yue, I have information about that player, do you want to hear it?"

Still no response.

"I want to write a letter to Po Yu, saying that you are bullying me with others!"

Lin Mo began to amplify his moves.

He is about to be dragged into the painting now, and he is about to lose, so it is impossible to hold on to the ruthless move.

At this moment, a shadow appeared on Lin Mo's body, and then a person walked out of Lin Mo's body.

A terrifying darkness spread from this person to the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, the whole room, except for the bloody painting, was plunged into darkness.

It's like soaking in black ink.

This figure, black wedding dress, white skin like a hand-made doll is particularly conspicuous.

Sister Yue first glanced at Lin Mo, then reached out and grabbed the monk's arm, and began to tug.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the painting 'Amitabha! '

In the painting, another monk seemed to be walking in the distance.

The other party had a gray beard and was wearing a gray monk's robe. He walked very slowly, but within a few moments he came close.

It feels like a helper invited by the eight-armed ghost monk.

But when Lin Mo looked at the other party, he felt a little serious, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But I can't remember it for a while.

I heard the old monk say: "The Lotus Temple has no malicious intentions. My junior brother seals the demon in his body only for the common people. He invited you into the temple to ask for something? If you don't want to help, don't ruin our practice. "

After finishing speaking, the old monk stretched out his dead wood-like palm and patted the eight-armed ghost monk, who actually let go of his hand.

Seeing this, Lin Mo also told his helper to let go first.

In fact, Lin Mo dislikes hands-on the most.

If you can reason, then you must be reasonable. If you can't, then do it.

Of course, this reasoning is only for those who are evenly matched in strength with him. If it is far inferior to him, Lin Mo is too lazy to reason, and he will beat him up first.

Believe that the other party thinks the same way.

"What's the master's name?" Lin Mo asked.

Since the other party is willing to communicate, Lin Mo is also happy to do so.

"Dharma Name Heart Fate!"

"Oh, Master Xinyuan, what's going on here?"

Lin Mo asked directly.

The implication is, what is the Lotus Temple, your place is almost the same as the Yan Luo Temple, you'd better explain it to me clearly, otherwise I will have to burn down your ruined temple.

The monk Xinyuan in the painting smiled slightly, his eyes swept across the ghost under Lin Mo's feet and Sister Yue who was staring at him with her head tilted.

"It's the same for the donor."

There is no explicit explanation.

But in fact, it can be regarded as an answer to Lin Mo's question.

What the other party meant was, you see so many monsters and goblins around you, and you still ask me, we are all the same, so don't blame anyone.

They're all fucking old foxes, pretending to be wolves with big tails.

This other Zhuer who wants to know how to advance and retreat will be fooled, but Lin Mo is obviously not this type of person.

He habitually started to get muddled.

"I don't care, if you don't explain clearly, I will burn the painting!"

Lin Mo raised the lighter in his hand.

After thinking about it, she probably felt that Sister Guangyue alone was not enough to deter the other party, so she ran over and pulled Doudou out of the cardboard box.

"Father, Doudou wants to eat candy!"

Doudou stretched out her livid little hand to ask for candy.