I Wasn't Born Lucky

Xiao Li's question was very polite.

Not only used the honorific speech, but also bent down slightly.

The grimace in the painting looked at him for a moment, and found that the other party was actually asking this question sincerely, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

——It doesn’t know how to paint, it’s just a ghost locked in a painting.

Xiao Li also really wanted to get this answer. He is still very interested in painting. If the skills of this "painter" can improve his painting skills, then it is appropriate to ask for advice here.

So he waited patiently for a while, but the grimace remained silent.

Standing next to him, Zheng Yi looked at it in the same posture for a while. He found that the grimace in the painting was not unresponsive, but his face was twitching slightly. When he looked carefully, his expression was a little confused, like a teacher who was about to hand in his homework A student who asks a strange question out of the ordinary.

Xiao Li saw this, so he said to himself: "Is there no way to answer? Yes, you are a work, not a painter, so do you know who the person or ghost who painted you is? How do you draw this kind of three-dimensional painting?" What? And this kind of technique..."

The grimace in the painting still didn't answer.

Fu Guangbo on the side was also numb. He looked to the left, looked again, and once again confirmed the wonder of this scene: in the haunted corridor in the middle of the night, this legendary boss was slightly bent over and followed The ghosts in the painting exchange academic questions...

This is where?Is there a painting seminar on site?

If it weren't for the teammates with the same look around him, he would even think that he had fallen into some kind of hallucination.

In his sight, after getting no reply, Xiao Li straightened up, turned around and continued to walk further in the corridor.

Fu Guangbo was taken aback for a moment, and immediately followed.

The corridor is very long, with many corners, and the hanging paintings are of different heights and sizes.The light of the flashlight shines on it, and everyone looks at the picture from different angles, as if there are many ghosts appearing on the wall from time to time.

Xiao Li said softly, "Don't look."

Zheng Yi heard that his brain hadn't reacted yet, but his body had already closed his eyes honestly, and then he asked, "Why?"

Before he finished speaking, he staggered a small step due to the brief darkness, had to open his eyes again to recognize the way, and finally folded into a half-closed look.

Xiao Li: "That's probably how Gao Yao died."

Fu Guangbo interjected: "Because I saw the ghost in the painting...?"

He covered his eyes with his hands, but in order to prevent falling while walking, he opened his fingers slightly and squinted his eyes to look ahead.

Xiao Li replied concisely: "Probably."

"How did you know?"

"Guess, there are only these paintings here, and the means of attack should be related to the grimaces in these paintings." Xiao Li paused, and then he stopped suddenly, "But there is a way to prove it..."

"Ah?" Fu Guangbo couldn't keep up with his rhythm, he opened his mouth wide and let out a syllable.

"Go back and look for the place where Gao Yao disappeared, and see if he will appear in the painting," Xiao Li lazily stretched out a finger, and tapped on a painting hanging on the wall in front of him, "With these The way of grimacing."

That painting is an oil painting, and the pattern on it from a normal height is the back of a person, but if you look at it from a special perspective, the back is full of densely packed human heads.

If these heads are all one person...

It may even be the "security guards" who came here batch after batch, they are the ancestors.

Fu Guangbo closed his eyes subconsciously, fearing that he would also become one of them.

Xiao Li withdrew his hand. Because of his tapping on the frame, the sleeves that were rolled up slipped off his arms, covering most of his hands.

Xiao Li lowered his head, and was about to put it on again by himself, but someone had already put it on for him.

Shen Mizhi's fingers were slightly bent, with prominent knuckles, and the corners of his sleeves were tucked.

He is always like this, never speaks, never expresses his views on tasks or outsiders, but he always pays attention to these small details of Xiao Li, and is very happy to have such even slight contact with the other party, as if In this world, he only cares about Xiao Li.

Xiao Li stared at the other party's downcast eyes for a second, then slowly relaxed his body, and he suddenly asked, "Why haven't you spoken?"

Shen Mizhi raised his head: "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

"For example..." Xiao Li turned his face sideways and looked into the depths of the exhibition, "What do you think of this place?"

Shen Mizhi did not follow his gaze, but kept looking at Xiao Li's side face, before the other party got impatient, he bent his lips and said: "The ghosts here are all in the painting, if you want to find that 'Painter', you have to go a little further in."

As soon as he said that, Xiao Li nodded in accordance with his words, and walked forward.

The aura of these two big guys is too strong, chatting in front of the ghost painting is like giving a lecture, so that even Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing dare not disturb each other easily, and the other teammates even though they are in the heart Anxious, but did not make a sound to urge.

It wasn't until Xiao Li stepped forward again that Zheng Yi was a little too slow to follow up.

But Xiao and Li dared to look at ghost paintings with their eyes open, and others did not dare to do so—Gao Yao's lesson from the past was just now, and the sense of fear was still hot.And this is not some ghost with a substance. If it happened in an instant, then even if Hercule was there, it might not be able to stop it in time.

They had to continue to half-cover their eyes, trying to focus on the gap between the floor and the picture frame on the wall in front of them, and walked forward with difficulty.

But sometimes, people's thinking is quite strange. The more you don't let yourself look at something, the more you can't help but glance at it a few times.

For example Tian Bin.

Since Gao Yao disappeared, Tian Bin was the last one to run. He tried his best to run a few steps forward, trying to catch up with his teammates in front.

The blocking method Tian Bin chose was also to look at the world through his fingers, but because of the speed of his running, his sight trembled, and now he could not control himself to glance at the paintings on the wall.

He shook his hand holding the flashlight, almost immediately forced himself to look away, and ran forward sullenly.

But the image of that painting was still imprinted in his mind.

Even the more I think about it, the more clearly the pattern on the painting becomes.

Tian Bin can easily remember the delicate textures, chic strokes and true descriptions in the paintings.

It was a bottle of perfume in a transparent box with a crown on it.

The crown is made of crystal, which is crystal clear and reflects brilliance.

No ghosts... yes, no ghosts.

Tian Bin secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He hadn't been caught after looking at the painting so many times before, so he probably didn't trigger a dead end.

It's just that the shape of the crown seems to be imprinted on the retina, becoming more and more clear.

Until that moment, Tian Bin magnified the picture in his mind like an electric shock, and he saw clearly a reflection on the crystal of the crown—it was half a face, only half, extremely distorted, and turned his head towards him.