Doomsday begins with a nightmare

"You help me do it, I promise you one request, any request is fine." Lin Mo patted his chest and made a promise.

"Really?" Zhang Meng's eyes lit up.

"Once a man says a word, it's hard to follow."

"Okay, let's go out and talk, you describe it to me again, and I will try to draw it."

Chapter 0798

In the studio of No. 409, all the ghost paintings are quiet at this moment, not daring to make any noise, because Zhang Meng is painting under Lin Mo's description.

"The characteristic of that place is darkness, but it is certain that there are unknown things hidden in the darkness, do you understand? Ordinary darkness, the darkness that hides monsters, although they are all pitch black, they feel different. What I want is that feeling."

Lin Mo gestured with his teeth and claws, and Zhang Meng lowered his head to paint.

She has now changed back to her original attire, and she looks like an ordinary female college student.

It's just that Zhang Meng also has some categories for Lin Mo's almost nonsense description.

She simply handed over the drawing paper.

"You draw!"

"Me?" Lin Mo was amused, angrily: "If I can paint, why should I ask you?"

"I know you can't draw, but you can paint it black? You recall the feeling when you stared at the darkness, and then paint black under this feeling. Don't tell me you can't, kindergarten children can do it."

"Okay, then I'll try."

Lin Mo nodded, took the pen and began to paint black on the paper.

This is indeed quite simple, but it is a little bit more difficult to substitute the feeling of being in the forest of thorns and ghosts.

Zhang Meng stared at the side, watching Lin Mo's clumsy coloring, her eyelids twitched wildly, thinking that the last time she repaired the gap in the painting circle, if she survived in the end, she should go to the temple to burn some incense.

That was really good luck, a stroke of luck.

Judging by this clumsy appearance, all kindergarten children are better than him.

Just this, she is still the 'writer' of her painting world, she is really blind, how did she find such a fool.

But Zhang Meng quickly remembered that there seemed to be no one else at that time, only Lin Mo could help her.

It belongs to the kind that has no choice.

There is no way, Lin Mo is painting, she can only point and guide constantly beside her, and it is more tiring than drawing by herself.

But this process is indispensable.

The other party is the author. If you want to draw a picture that is truly connected with the so-called second-level dream, you must let Lin Mo write, even if it is just such a simple operation as blacking out.

After finally waiting for Lin Mo to finish painting, Zhang Meng grabbed the brush.

"Okay, it's none of your business, let's take a rest."

"I don't need my help anymore? I think I draw pretty well, and I have found a little feeling." Lin Mo said that he can still do it.

Zhang Meng tore him away.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lin Mo was helpless, but he knew that professional matters had to be handled by professional people.So then he stood by and watched, while describing the details of that door.

Slowly, this painting began to take shape.Zhang Meng's skill is very superb, relying on Lin Mo's verbal description, he actually painted the door so vividly.

At this moment, Lin Mo stared at the ghost forest of thorns in the painting, and looked at a door in front of him. He had a feeling, as if at this moment, he had returned to that horrible scene, in the midst of thorns.

It has not been fully completed, but it is already so vivid.

Zhang Meng, really awesome!

"My district chief, this painting of yours took a lot of my mind." Zhang Meng raised her hands and stretched her waist at this time, and her loose clothes also outlined a perfect curve at this time.

I can't tell that this house girl is quite expected.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Thank you, I haven't finished the painting yet." Zhang Meng gave Lin Mo a blank look, moved his neck, arms and back, and continued to draw with his head down.

Clearly, she's refining something.

It belongs to excellence.

Lin Mo didn't dare to disturb the meeting, and waited for another one to disappear before Zhang Meng looked up again.

"It's still the last stroke, District Chief, you come to draw."

"Me?" Lin Mo looked at the already perfect painting and shook his head, which made him paint, isn't it superfluous.

There is no doubt that if he draws a stroke, it will definitely destroy this perfect painting.

"I said it was a short stroke. It's over there, where the door is. There is a line there. I deliberately left a breakpoint. You go and connect this line." Zhang Meng was sweating, and after finishing the painting, It seemed to her that she had just had a hard workout.

It is estimated that it is really exhausting.

Lin Mo took the pen and began to carefully prepare to draw the last stroke.

But when this stroke fell, Lin Mo seemed to have entered the ghost forest of thorns, and the breath of fear and despair came to his face.

In the end, Lin Mo drew this stroke steadily.

In an instant, there was a bang on the drawing paper, and a puff of black air came out.

It seems to have opened up a channel to another world.

"It's done!"

Zhang Meng grinned. She looked at the painting, then framed it quickly, and hung it on the wall.

Looking at this painting at this moment, the darkness above seems to seep through, and even the light in the studio dimmed, an invisible force is affecting here.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng covered the painting with a piece of canvas.

"This place is dangerous. Let me declare in advance that I won't go with you." Zhang Meng was afraid that Lin Mo would catch the strong man.

"Don't worry, you have helped me a lot by being able to draw this picture." Lin Mo expressed his gratitude.

"Don't forget, you said, agree to any request I have."

"Don't worry about this. I, Lin Mo, dare to do other things. I really dare not do things that break my promise and get fat."

"That's good." Zhang Meng giggled: "Is there nothing else to do? Then I will go back to the castle and continue to play my queen."

"go Go."

Lin Mo waved his hand.

Over there, Zhang Meng crawled into the painting of the ancient castle. When she climbed halfway, she thought of something, looked back at Lin Mo, and couldn't help but said: "The painting of the dream on the second floor feels terrible to me. If you want to Go in and be careful."

After speaking, she climbed into the painting of the castle.

Obviously Zhang Meng felt something when he painted that picture.

That's why she said that.

Zhang Meng, under normal circumstances, she doesn't talk nonsense, she belongs to the kind of person who doesn't talk much, maybe let her take the initiative to remind her, indicating that the painting is indeed extremely dangerous.

Lin Mo glanced at the painting covered by the canvas, turned and walked out of the studio.

He had to think hard about whether to bring some neighbors in.

When he was going out, Lin Mo thought that he must bring more neighbors, but when he walked to the corridor window and looked down, he saw a very peaceful scene.

The bald man was playing with his son, and Dandan's mother was sitting on a chair in the park, holding her head and telling a story to a group of little ghosts.

There are children playing on the swings, and the little red skirt is sitting on the grass blowing balloons, with her parents beside her.

There are other neighbors.

The whole picture is peaceful and happy.

Seeing this, Lin Mo suddenly didn't want to ask the neighbors to go.

"They have all experienced pain, whether they are dead or alive, they have been tortured by resentment and despair, but in Luyuan Community, they have found their former happiness. Why should I destroy this precious thing, That's all, that's all!"

Lin Mo knew very well that going to the second-floor dreamland this time was definitely in danger, and it might not be an exaggeration to say that he was close to death.

Therefore, they cannot be pushed into the fire pit again.

Besides, Lin Mo knows that soldiers are more expensive than good soldiers, not many.Tranquility and peace are hard-won, including Dad, Lin Mo will not let them take another risk this time.

"Old Bai, you come with me this time, plus Xiaoyu and Sister Yue, it should be almost done."

Lin Mo considered whether to take Doudou with him.

Doudou is now having a lot of fun with the children in the community. Since this child has followed her everywhere, her personality has become more and more similar to her.

Except for his ugly and scary appearance, he is a good boy in other respects, and he looks more and more like a human, rather than a terrifying evil ghost.

Lin Mo hasn't considered this matter yet.

Go down to the second floor and chat with the butcher.

The butcher is obviously very interested in Lin Mo's parasitic and mutated knife, and he can't put it down.

The other party and Lin Mo said that they wanted to peel off some research on the organization of parasites.

Lin Mo agreed.

The butcher gave a rare grin.

This is completely different from the butcher I saw at the beginning.

Lin Mo found that not only the other neighbors, but also the nightmares in the community had more or less changed. They were more like people than monsters.

After taking back the knife, Lin Mo was about to leave, but the butcher stopped Lin Mo and asked him if there was anything wrong.

"You can actually see that I have something on my mind?" Lin Mo was surprised.

The butcher nodded.

Don't look at this guy's rough appearance, but he is very careful.

Lin Mo didn't tell the butcher in the end, but just told him that he would call him if necessary.

After going downstairs, Lin Mo didn't go to find his father, but ran to the swimming pool to talk to his mother about the matter.

He said that going to the second-floor dreamland this time should be quite dangerous, and he had to go, and he planned to hide it from his father, otherwise, his father would definitely follow him.

"Mom, tell me, I know that the place is extremely dangerous, so I can call my father there again, and other neighbors who are not strong enough can't implicate them. I'll tell you about it, don't tell others."

After chatting with my mother for a while, I was ready to leave.

He saw that in the community, his father was playing with Doudou.

My heart skipped a beat.

Doudou didn't bring it either.

This child is so pitiful, he hasn't had a good life since he followed him, not to mention wandering, and he has been nestled in a small cardboard box.This kid has never complained, and he always takes the lead in every fight. This time he finally found a kid, so let him relax.

Xiao Yu, Sister Yue, and Lin Mo carried them with them, and Lao Bai followed behind them all the time.

This time, Lin Mo decided to bring only these three generals.

enough.

What's more, Lin Mo himself is also a terrifying existence, with more than a dozen curses, including bricks, sickles, blood-sucking, and self-healing; not only these, he also has a paper man army, which can summon the boss of the horror house.

So this time Lin Mo didn't tell anyone, and returned to Studio 409.

He called out all the ghosts in the studio, and gave them some good advice.

Only then did he tear off the canvas covering the painting.

"Remember, after I get in, you cover the painting, and if you hear my voice, open it again, do you understand?"

Several gloomy painting ghosts nodded repeatedly, expressing their understanding.

Lin Mo took a deep breath and began to drill in.

It's kind of like going through a window.

It didn't take much effort. After getting in, Lin Mo immediately felt the restlessness in the surrounding thorn forest.

It is estimated that the light stimulated them.