The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

It wasn't until Li Yang could no longer be seen that An Xue turned her gaze to Xilou and asked, "Didn't you notice it?"

Xilou clenched her fists tightly, her nails deeply embedded in her palm: "What did you find?"

An Xue took another look at the direction Li Yang left.

Xilou was stimulated by An Xue's action or words, without warning, she grabbed his neckline with such force that her fingertips turned white.

An Xue glanced at him lightly, and reminded: "I haven't said anything yet."

Xilou's arm froze, and she slowly let go, without making a sound.

Without talking all the way, the two came to the gallery.

Many junior high school students gathered in the gallery, and the gallery professionally explained the hanging paintings one by one.

An Xue and Xilou mixed in the crowd, watching as they walked, someone patted them on the shoulder.

"Hello, is it just the two of you?"

It is Lin Yimo, the owner of the gallery.

He has an extremely elegant temperament, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, neatly combed shoulder-length hair, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a literary atmosphere.

Xi Lou didn't know what she was thinking, but she was distracted and didn't respond. An Xue took a step forward and said, "Yes, we are art students. We will go to a training camp in a few days. The teacher recommended us to come and see before we leave."

He is a rather indifferent boy, Lin Yimo smiled, there are many weirdos in art.

"Well, let me introduce you."

Lin Yimo took two "art students" around, focusing on introducing more representative paintings, and also guided a lot of precautions when painting.

When walking around to "Woman on a Long Trip", Xilou finally came back to her senses and began to ask Lin Yimo's attention with prepared questions, while An Xue approached the painting and quietly used instruments to investigate.

It was an instrument the size of a palm, used to detect traces of ghosts.

An Xue shook her head calmly.

There is no trace.

Xilou pretended to take notes, and asked the last question, which Lin Yimo answered patiently.

Before leaving, An Xue bowed slightly to Lin Yimo and said, "Thank you."

"I like serious children like you very much." Lin Yimo took out a cigarette, smoking is not allowed in the gallery, so he smoked outside the gallery for a while, "How do you go back?"

"Wait for the bus." An Xue said.

"The bus stop is just ahead." Lin Yimo pointed in the direction and smiled gently, "Be careful on the road."

An Xue and Xilou came to the opposite bus stop, pretending to wait for the bus, but actually observing the condition of the gallery.

At 17:30, the gallery is about to close, and the staff organized the orderly evacuation of the students who visited the gallery.

"There are no traces on the painting, nor on Lin Yimo's body." An Xue said.

He also deliberately observed other places in the gallery, but found no clues.

Xilou let out a "hmm".

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "When will a ghost's breath appear on a person's body?"

An Xue stared at the door of the gallery, the flow of people dispersed, and replied: "Possessed, entangled by ghosts, or...infected."

Xilou stopped breathing.

Xilou: "It's not necessarily... What if it was just accidentally touched? Or was it implicated? It was on someone else's body, because of me, because of me, I have been in contact with ghosts, so he..."

He was talking about other possibilities, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

An Xue: "You have already seen it, so you don't want me to see him."

Xilou: "..."

An Xue: "You have a very good relationship."

Xilou was silent.After a long time, I slowly said: "He is my very, very, very important friend."

It was getting dark little by little, at [-] o'clock, Lin Yimo closed the gallery door, with a "swipe", the shutter door closed, he locked it, and walked into the alley next to the gallery.

"Come with me." An Xuela walked away from God's Xilou.

During the mission, there was no time for him to think about other things.

After all, Xilou has received professional investigation training, and quickly adjusted his mood. The two kept a fixed distance and followed Lin Yimo back to his residence.

Before going into the gallery to contact Lin Yimo, the [-]th team had already done a full investigation.

As stated in the investigation report, Lin Yimo lived in a small building not far from the gallery and had his own yard.

After returning home, Lin Yimo didn't do anything special. Changing clothes, cooking, eating, and washing dishes were all so normal that they couldn't be more normal.

Not only was there nothing abnormal in what they saw, but the behavioral trajectory of the previous investigation was also normal.

Studio, gallery, residence, three points and one line, Lin Yimo's life is extremely ordinary.

Lian Xilou allayed his doubts about Lin Yimo in an instant: "He can't have nothing to do with that painting, can he?"

As soon as he asked, he saw Lin Yimo come to his studio at home.

He started to draw, but he couldn't draw anything, the pencil made outlines, nothing to see, what seemed to be just random lines, and then painted hard, leaving only a mess of black lines on the paper.

The next sheet, the next sheet, is still the same, but within 10 minutes, there is already a pile of waste paper on the ground.

He began to feel agitated, and began to pace around the studio, walking faster and faster, smashing the easel and paints like crazy, and pushing down everything on the table.

Ping, ping, ping, bang, the studio was in a mess.

"I can't draw it, I can't draw it, I can't draw it..." He kept murmuring, pulling his hair vigorously, his whole body seemed to be on fire, and he looked extremely irritable from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

But the next moment, Lin Yimo, who was deeply anxious, seemed to see something suddenly, his face was happy, and he almost rushed out of the studio and went straight to the attic.

The wooden stairs were stepped on "bang bang".

An Xue and Xilou touched near the window of the attic.

"Fuck." An Xue covered her mouth and nose, and couldn't help but curse.

——They felt an extremely strong ghostly breath.So strong that no instrument is needed for detection!

He was already more sensitive to the smell of ghosts, and this smoke was like stuffing him in a garbage dump, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Lin Yimo turned on the light in the attic.

The room lit up—in the center of the attic, hung the exact same "Woman Traveling Away" as the one in the gallery!

The woman in the painting is smiling and staring at Lin Yimo outside the frame, surrounded by ghosts.

The ones in the gallery are fake!

Xilou called An Xue softly.

Outside the attic, An Xue pinched her nose and recorded the breath of ghosts with an instrument. In the attic, Lin Yimo stared deeply at the woman in the painting, bursting into hearty laughter.

"Hahahahaha-"

"You finally found me, you finally found me, you finally came to me!"

"Are you hungry? I knew it, you should be hungry."

He walked towards the painting, his gentle look in the daytime was gone, like an idiot, staring at the painting obsessively.

"Don't worry, I will find food for you."

"I miss you so much." He picked up the painting, rubbed his cheeks, then kissed the red lips of the woman in the painting, and said softly, "I love you."

"Damn it, is he disgusting or not?" Seeing the scene in the attic, Xilou felt goosebumps all over his body.

Obviously, there is a problem with the painting, and so does Lin Yimo.

It's just that they don't know what kind of ghost the woman in the painting is and what it means to forage.

A ghost capable of exuding such a strong aura must not be weak. In order to avoid startling the snake, An Xue and Xilou decided to evacuate temporarily, leaving the hidden probe to continue to observe Lin Yimo, and analyze the rest after going back.

They jumped off the attic and were about to leave. When passing by the yard, An Xue stopped Xilou: "Wait."

He lightly sniffed the surrounding air and confirmed, "There is blood."

——His ability is related to blood, so he is very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"Where?" Xilou asked.

An Xue made a silent gesture, walked lightly, and followed the smell to find an unnatural bulge of dirt in the yard.

He squatted down, took out a tube of blood from his pocket, poured out a drop on his fingertips, and then, the blood beads turned into the shape of a small shovel.

As soon as the shovel was shoveled down, a stench of rotting corpses rushed to their faces. The two of them were not mentally prepared, and they were directly eyeballed by the scene in front of them.

The blood stained the soil underneath into dark black, and white corpses rolled up and down—under the soil was a pile of bones, white and human.