I Wasn't Born Lucky

The reincarnated people present - except for Ye Zeqing and Zheng Yi, the rest of them didn't have any special knowledge of Xiao Li's painting skills. , and subconsciously thought that he really possessed such impressive painting skills, so they didn't quite understand why this big guy walked out of the gallery so quickly, and looked a little hurriedly...

However, as Xiao Li who knows everything, of course, he would not want to stay and watch his masterpiece. Bloody Mary likes to watch it is her business. As a normal person, he doesn't have that strange hobby, so he almost trot Walked out of the gallery door.

Due to the agreement with Huagui, this time the gate has changed from canvas to reality, and they walked out with ease.

But before Xiao Li had gone far, he faintly heard the angry roar of the painting ghost coming from the door behind him: "Ahhhh——Hercule!"

During the period, there were also a few ambiguous national curses because of being too angry after being deceived.

other people:"…………??"

What's the matter?Didn't Hercule draw a picture for this ghost?Why is the painting ghost screaming so miserable, people who don't know will think it is Xiao Lilu who made it?

However, Xiao Li, who had already cultivated invulnerability to all poisons, turned a blind eye to the suspicious gazes of the others, stood where he was, and patted his chin as if no one was there.

Always feel that this scene is a bit familiar?Is it the same background sound in the previous exhibition halls?

This is not very good, and I still have to pay attention to it in the future. I am an upright young man, but now I have become a big villain.

Xiao Li shook his head, then walked forward, taking out the painting that Huagui gave him from under his arm.

Seeing this, Ye Zeqing and the others immediately reacted, formed a circle in front of them, and used mobile phones, flashlights and other tools to take photos of the gradually unfolding scroll in Xiao Li's hands——

The tips on how to survive given by Huagui are clearly and clearly displayed in the eyes of everyone:

The pure white canvas is dotted with some transparent water drop-shaped objects, and in the center of it is a person.

It may be a bit far-fetched to say that he is a person, he looks extremely weird, he can't tell whether he is a man or a woman from his facial features, and there is no hair in the painting, only a dry face.

The face is half and half, clearly separated, the left half is smiling, and the right half is crying. It looks like a god, Buddha, and evil ghost at the same time.

It was obviously just a painting, but due to the painter's vivid craftsmanship, it looked lifelike. At first glance, it looked like this person was really standing in front of them.

Zheng Yi was the first to express his opinion: "...That's it? What is the meaning of this broken painting?"

"Even if you don't give a few words, let's leave a few words if it's so good. Just such a broken picture makes us guess wool?"

Ye Zeqing first glanced at him with disdain, as if he felt that being with him had lowered his level, then put his arms around his chest, and said coldly: "Why don't you say it? It's better to tell the answer directly. Engrave it and send it to you?" After a pause, he said, "Could this be a metaphor, for example, like this paradise, it is a normal amusement park during the day, but it becomes a haunted house at night, so the daytime and There are two different forms at night."

"It's possible," Fu Guangbo's eyes lit up when he heard Ye Zeqing's words, and then he excitedly rubbed his fists. He tried to touch the painting with his hands, and found that the ink on it was completely dry. He thought for a moment, " But it doesn’t make sense, as the duty of the night shift security guard is to patrol at night, we have to obey, don’t we?”

Chen Jinghan, who has always been not very talkative, glanced at the few people in front of her, and suddenly interrupted: "Could it be the meaning on the screen, there is no metaphor, a person has two sides, I, we are all possessed by ghosts? Or is it about grandson?" He is always possessed by ghosts, so half of him is crying, trying his best to turn into day; half of him is smiling, but in fact, ghosts have occupied his body, which is the source of the danger at night?"

Fu Guangbo frowned, trying to sort out the logic: "But it was daytime when we met Mr. Sun. At that time, he told us to go to work quickly? Isn't this contradictory?"

"Yeah, it's also possible that Mr. Sun meant that it happens from time to time, and what we saw happened to be Mr. Sun who was possessed by a ghost?" Chen Jinghan speculated hesitantly.

Fu Guangbo was silent for a while, then nodded: "It's not unreasonable..."

At this time, he noticed that the discussions among the few of them were in full swing, but Xiao Li stood aside but didn't say much, but just stared at the painting. Fu Guangbo couldn't help asking: "Hercule, what do you think?" ?”

Xiao Li looked up at him, then patted the painting in Zheng Yi's arms, and replied simply: "Not enough."

Fu Guangbo: "What's not enough?"

Xiao Li had already put away his mobile phone and walked back to the security dormitory, leaving only one sentence in his eardrums: "...not enough clues. I don't like to express opinions when there are not enough clues——"

"In other words, once I say something, it means it's absolutely true in my eyes."

He doesn't accept it easily, but once he chooses something, he holds it tightly in his hands.

Shen Mizhi's expression changed when he heard these words, he looked at Xiao Li thoughtfully, and followed him.

The night passed quickly.

The reincarnators who returned to the staff dormitory were quite tired, but Fu Guangbo and others were still studying the painting in order to survive. They watched and worshiped the ghost painting technique from all angles, all lights, and 360 degrees without dead ends.

The proposed schemes are varied, and it really opens up the mind.

From the time they stepped into the dormitory until the early morning, these people couldn't bear to choose to sleep until the first ray of sunshine came.

Before going to sleep, Fu Guangbo thought bitterly: Fortunately, the haunted place is not a dormitory, otherwise they would have to take turns to be on duty, and they would not even be able to sleep in peace, then life would be worse than death.

Probably after a busy night, they were so exhausted that everyone fell asleep without dreams.

Until Miss Anne, the secretary, came to wake them up.

When Annie came in, she didn't knock on the door at first, she just wanted to open the door, but found that the door was locked.

She opened her small mouth slightly in surprise, lying behind the door and listening to the movement inside for a while, then clenched her hands into fists and knocked tentatively: "Is anyone there?"

Xiao Li quickly opened one eye, his eyes were clear, but he didn't move.

The puppet leaning on his pillow also straightened its upper body, its hair trembling, and looked directly at the door of the room.

Seeing that Xiao Li was not moving, Ye Zeqing didn't move either.

The same is true of Zheng Yi.

In the end, Fu Guangbo opened the door with a complicated face.

Miss Anne stood at the door, with a polite smile that could not conceal her surprise, her delicately made-up eyes glanced at the reincarnated people in the dormitory: "Everyone... did you have a good time last night?"

"Hehe," Fu Guangbo smiled, "It's been a great time, don't thank us, this is our responsibility."

He was mocking, but Annie thought for a moment and said, "That's right."

Fu Guangbo: "..."

How many are you.

Annie and Fu Guangbo exchanged a few words briefly, and then couldn't help but asked: "Mr. Fu, is it convenient for me to ask, how...how did you survive? What about Gao Yao and the others?"

She asked a simple question, but Fu Guangbo was taken aback.

——In ordinary companies, no matter how high the mortality rate is, they would not put this kind of question on the table to ask them, so that they would walk away accidentally?

And looking at the face of the secretary, she was really curious.

Fu Guangbo glanced back at the other companions, laughed and said, "I just survived, and went in for a while, well, Gao Yao and the others are not careful, and they are not as experienced as us."

Annie let out an "oh". At this time, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated a few times. She immediately took out the mobile phone, unlocked it and opened the communication interface, then straightened up and said, "First of all, congratulations on passing the first In the evening, you can rest as much as you want, I will come and take you to Mr. Sun's office at four o'clock this afternoon, and explain your tasks tonight."

Fu Guangbo: "Isn't our task tonight patrolling the exhibition hall?"

Annie answered without leaking anything: "Perhaps Mr. Sun has something else to say."

After the secretary left these words, she twisted her waist and left. After turning her back to Fu Guangbo, the formulaic smile just disappeared from her face, and turned into complete shock and convulsions.

Her reaction was the same as Mr. Sun's reaction when he first found out about it——

how so? !This is obviously impossible, right?

Each of these exhibition halls is deadly enough. It is absolutely impossible for someone to enter in one night and still be alive!

But the facts were right in front of them, and they couldn't help but believe it.

In the morning of this day, Mr. Sun and his friends left the office together as usual, and went to various exhibition halls to clean up the "message".

But when he walked to the first exhibition hall, Mr. Sun pushed open the door, and what he saw was not the familiar bloodstains and stumps, but broken glass, electrocuted fish, and white belly turning over. It smells so good.

Even Mr. Sun who swallowed instinctively:?

In the second exhibition hall, what he saw was not the corpse that committed suicide after being toyed into a trance, but the silicone dummy that was scalded by sulfuric acid liquid to create distorted hollows, and the dummy that corroded a certain spherical object. Human monster.

Mr. Sun:? ?

In the third exhibition hall, he was greeted by an empty specimen exhibition hall.

Mr. Sun:? ? ?

In the fourth exhibition hall, he saw a painting ghost who was so angry that he almost smashed the entire studio, and even threw a paintbrush at Bloody Mary's face last night.

The old man was so angry that he had a bad temper. When he saw someone beating someone, he tore up more than half of the paintings he once cherished. When he saw Mr. Sun, he took a board and threw it at his face.

Mr. Sun:? ? ? ?

——What about his exhibition hall?What about his so many good and complete well-designed pavilions?