Can You Do Some Human Work?

"Well, I went to the Yuexing Exhibition Hall with him before I came here. I remember his appearance very clearly, but the difference from the painting is that his left hand is very white, as if it was transplanted from the body of a ghost."

Miao Sankuang explained, but there was nothing wrong with Lin Anshen in the painting, not even that uncomfortable smile disappeared.

And Qin Zheng's eyes kept scanning back and forth between the two paintings, and he had a vague guess about the same.

"Is it because the change of the oil painting attracted ghosts, or did the content of the oil painting change because of the attack of ghosts?"

"If it's not a ghost, then what caused the oil painting to change?"

Qin Zheng murmured, always feeling that he was getting close to some key information, but he was still a bit short.

And at this moment, Miao Sankuang seemed to remember something, and suddenly said——

"By the way, I also saw Qin Zheng, you and Su Zitu in Lin Anshen's painting."

"Ok?"

Qin Zheng was taken aback when he heard this.

"About nine to ten o'clock in the morning, he painted on the spot in the exhibition hall. He drew a villa for a family of five. Every time he painted a picture, the people inside changed."

"In the third picture, it becomes Su Zitu beating a bloody ghost on the ground, while Qin Zheng is taking pictures."

Speaking of this, Miao Sankuang could clearly notice that the pupils of Qin Zheng and Su Zitu shrank slightly.

The two looked at each other, and said in an inexplicable tone——

"The villa you mentioned is the Yuanheng Community, but when we went there it was around [-]:[-] in the afternoon. The family of five was the original family of the house, and they all died at the hands of the regular ghosts."

"Mist Grass, don't tell me that guy can draw foretelling paintings, this is much stronger than those similar cursed things."

Zhang Fa's eyelids twitched. If the contents of these oil paintings will become a reality, wouldn't it mean that the person on the chopping board really has to die?

"Then Qin Zheng and Su Zitu were killed in the painting?"

"That's not true. Lin Anshen was a little confused after drawing it, and didn't continue to draw it later."

"That is not bad."

Qin Zheng and Su Zitu breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words. If they were really painted dead, then the problem would be a bit serious.

"However, if it is really a prophetic painting, does it mean that if the ending changes, there will be ghosts to deal with the survivors. If the treatment is not successful, the oil painting will change again?"

Qin Zheng guessed, but according to this, he and Su Zitu did not change the ending of the oil painting.

Could it be something other players did?

"It's very likely, but it still needs some verification and other paintings must be found."

Miao Sankuang said thoughtfully——

"A considerable number of Lin Anshen's paintings will be transported to the city the day after tomorrow, and I can show you there."

"Okay, but be careful."

"I know this. By the way, when I asked Mao Yousan to take pictures of the paintings related to you later, there were abnormalities in the pictures, and the results may have changed."

"Since the team is all gathered, why don't you go to the exhibition hall later? The paintings related to you will stay in the exhibition hall now."

Miao Sankuang suggested that he was very concerned about the situation of those paintings, and he couldn't just let them go so easily.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally nodded.

When they reached a consensus, the player team on the other side had already gathered in Zheng Xiang's villa.

It's just the atmosphere, which became extremely dignified for a while...

Everyone's eyes were focused on the small Christmas tree at the side, and their faces looked a little gloomy and frightened.

Above the Christmas tree, there is a red string of mottled colors wrapped around it, and beautiful decorations are hung there.

It's just that all the players didn't have the idea of ​​admiring it. They silently watched the blood dripping from the red rope, and could vaguely hear some faint cries of pain.

Under the Christmas tree, several pieces of clothing were scattered, almost soaked in blood, but these pieces of clothing made Zheng Xiang realize a certain fact.

"Zheng Xiang, you are an orphan."

"..."

Are you taking the opportunity to scold someone?

Zheng Xiang squinted at the player who made the noise. Regarding the official death of his parents, his emotions did not fluctuate much, but his fear of ghosts increased a bit.

The two living people were forcibly twisted into two thin hemp ropes. The ferocity of this ghost can be said to be far more than any one I have seen before!

156. Are you planning to go to the bank or participate in the exhibition?

"Sure enough, there are some paintings hidden at home..."

Looking at the newly dug out oil paintings, Zheng Xiang's heart sank involuntarily.

His figure appeared on the oil painting again, but this time there were no ghosts, and his body was lying powerlessly on the floor.

A pair of blood-stained scissors was being inserted into his heart, and there were a lot of mildew spots on his skin strangely.

"These scissors..."

Staring at the pair of scissors, Zheng Xiang quickly realized something, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

This seems to be a cursed thing!

The other players were also aware of this, and their breathing seemed a little short.

After such a long time, I finally saw the whereabouts of a cursed thing!

"Is this the hand of a ghost, or is it another player?"

"In this kind of level, internal fighting is obviously inappropriate, and there is a high probability that it is a ghost."

"Let's put it away first, and we'll talk about it when we see it."

Zheng Xiang sighed and said that his death prediction had appeared for the second time.

Could it be that he was frantically hunted down after knowing some key information?

"Zheng Xiang, what should we do here?"

Some players pointed to the red string of flesh and blood on the Christmas tree and asked, and as the villa fell silent, faint cries of pain lingered around the Christmas tree.

Zheng Xiang looked at the pair of NPC parents with a complicated expression, didn't say anything, just turned around and left here silently.

The other players looked at each other in blank dismay, and did not disturb him at this time, and followed behind him obediently.

As everyone left the villa, the red rope wrapped around the Christmas tree shook slightly, and finally stopped dripping blood.

"Where to go next?"

"My family opened a hotel on Pulin Road. It's called Orange Hotel. It's getting late. Let's spend the night there tonight."

"To be on the safe side, it's better not to stay alone tonight when we stay in a group."

"alright."

And when all the players were rushing to the Orange Hotel, Qin Zheng and others had already arrived at the restaurant opposite the hotel.

"That thing seems to be gone."

Su Zitu in the private room was peeping at the window. Although he could still feel the uncomfortable atmosphere from the hotel, there were indeed no ghosts.

"It's fine if you're gone, so you don't have to fight. The danger level of that ghost is a bit high."

"Let's leave the hotel alone. Our main task tonight is the exhibition hall. Have you brought everything?"

"Bring them all!"

With the sound of pinging, pinging and bangs resounding, seeing the dangerous objects that were almost piled up on the table, Miao Sankuang's eyelids twitched violently.

Gangster masks, body armor, flashlights, pistols, silencers, grenades, walkie-talkies, wrenches, knuckles, bricks, smoke bombs...

Are you going to the bank or the exhibition hall? !

Seeing that everyone else took out their props, Miao Sankuang hesitated for a while, then symbolically placed Mao Yousan on the table.

There are three cats: "???"

what do you mean?

Facing Mao Yousan's bewildered gaze, Miao Sankuang didn't say a word, but calmly scanned the numerous crime tools on the table.

"Are you... planning to blow up the exhibition hall?"

"How is it possible? I'm just worried that some cabinets are not easy to open. These are just necessary tools."

Zhang Fa said solemnly, that's all, I'm still worried that it's not enough!

Feng Wai also nodded in agreement. He had already seen the methods of these two people, and he even felt that the firepower of these things might not be strong enough!

Do you use grenades to open glass cabinets? !

The corner of Miao Sankuang's mouth twitched, and his eyes turned to Qin Zheng on the other side——

"In this level, is the effect of thermal weapons still effective?"

"Not much. I've tried it. When playing roulette, six shots to the forehead can't penetrate the same spot."

"Huh? When playing what?"

Miao Sankuang was taken aback, what did you guys do before meeting?

"White Bear Country Gambling Market, that ghost is very unlucky. Every time he stuffs the ammunition for a moment, he can hit it in one shot. There is no chance of missing the gun."

"Have you turned yet?"

"..."

Su Zitu didn't say a word, and lowered his head in deep thought with a dignified expression.

Did you turn yourself?

It should be turned, I have no impression...

It does not matter!

Qin Zheng on the side couldn't help but give Su Zitu a sideways glance. Are you putting a gun on a ghost's forehead, making it a bet that the revolver will jam?

"Hey, let's not talk about it, will there be any security precautions at the exhibition hall tonight?"