Can you do some personnel work?

A blood-thick, stinky liquid kept dripping from the ceiling, and the originally clean tiled floor was already stained with an ominous color.

The body of a policeman fell silently on the floor, and the parts that were in contact with the liquid were corroded, revealing the white bones.

I don't know how long the eerie silence lasted, but the police officer who should have died got up again.

At this time, it is just a part of corroded flesh and blood sticking to the white bones, and its hideous appearance is particularly frightening in the flickering lights.

The corroded eyes, which do not have eyeballs, are still staring straight at a certain direction, and the figure staggers slowly approaching.

As the ghost approached, all the items in the evidence room became corrupted strangely. When one of the boxes was damaged, a painting placed in it suddenly fell down.

What is painted in the painting is a picture of a person being pressed on the chopping board, a butcher whose face cannot be seen clearly is holding up the butcher knife, and looks like he will be chopped off again at any time.

And that head was Zheng Xiang who was in the bank before!

The ghost looked down at the painting, and just about to reach out to touch the oil painting, the door of the room was kicked open in vain.

【stop! 】

With a sharp reprimand, the ghost's hand seemed to be out of control suddenly, and it froze in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

Before the ghost could react, the Miao Sankuang who rushed in swung up the folding stool on the side, and slammed down the sky spirit cover facing the ghost.

Bang! ! !

"Crack-"

Under the terrifying brute force, the fragile skeleton was smashed to pieces in an instant, and the eyelids of Zhang Fa and Feng Wai, who followed closely behind, twitched violently in fright.

Who the hell told me that this eldest sister is a civil servant? !

"Continue to draw."

After throwing away the folding stool splattered with flesh and blood, Miao Sankuang grabbed the oil painting and threw it towards Zhang Fa.

And the torn bones and flesh were wriggling on the ground, as if they were about to be put together again.

【Stop! 】

There was another scolding, and the whole body froze, but this time it was not completely still as before, and the flesh and blood were still wriggling at an extremely slow speed.

Seeing this scene, Miao Sankuang Liu frowned slightly, then took out a few sealed bags from his pocket, grabbed a few flesh and blood parts and stuffed them in without hesitation.

As the sealed bag was tightened, the flesh and blood that had been trying to piece together stopped moving.

"Is this solved?"

Zhang Fa, who had witnessed everything, asked in surprise.

I thought there would be a fierce battle, but it turned out to be so easy? !

"It's just a puppet. At best, it's at the level of a ghost. The main body is not here."

Looking at the viscous liquid that quickly faded from the ceiling, the golden cat's pupils glowed with a strange luster.

The ghostly aura condensed purely from malice lingers in the sight, and a ghost with no flesh and blood, purely covered by skin on the skeleton can be seen penetrating the building and evacuating.

It's just that the moment the other party was about to leave, a ruthless iron hand stuck out from the corner in vain, and grabbed the other party's throat tightly.

"Grass, how did this thing grow into such a ghostly shape?"

Seeing clearly the ghost in his hand, Su Zitu muttered in disgust.

There is no sign of any facial features, not even a single gap in the skin of the whole body, it is just draped on the light skeleton inside, and one can vaguely feel some liquid surging in it.

"It is also similar to the previous rule ghost, but this one is weaker."

Qin Zheng glanced at the road, saw that the opponent's body surface began to ooze viscous liquid, and quickly said——

"It's ok, let's loosen it, it's easy to attract ghosts when touched by the liquid it secretes."

"Why did you say so sooner!"

Su Zitu, who reacted, immediately threw the ghost away in disgust. Fortunately, there was nothing sticky on his hands.

Seeing that the ghost sank quickly to the ground the moment it hit the ground, Qin Zheng quickly threw a small thumbtack away.

The moment the thumbtack was stuck on the ghost's body, it turned into a huge red fork and was branded on the skin.

"What did you just dump?"

"A small gadget similar to a tracker, to see where those ghosts will eventually go. I also put one on the regular ghost before."

As Qin Zheng said, he took out a compass from his ring.

On the compass, two light spots were shining brightly, but they were scurrying wildly in all directions without any rules, showing no sign of stopping at all.

"You finally showed up."

Before the two could continue their research, the voices of Zhang Fa and others came from behind.

Seeing the two people and one ghost appearing at the same time, Qin Zheng couldn't help being taken aback. Did these guys get together so quickly?

"Feng Wai, you are..."

"If you say those four words, the brotherhood will end here."

"..."

The corner of Qin Zheng's mouth twitched, but he kept his mouth shut.

But I have to say, Feng Wai... so sao!

Feeling Qin Zheng's strange eyes, Feng Wai's face darkened suddenly, and he almost couldn't hold back and threw Zhang Fa over.

Can't these dogs come up with some good words!

"Where's that ghost just now?"

"Let it go, let's see where that guy will go."

Qin Zheng shook the compass in his hand, looking at the current situation, these two things are like walking around, and they don't know where they are going.

"Okay, come to my office first, there are some things to confirm."

Seeing that the position on the compass still hadn't stabilized, they didn't study any further and rushed straight to the office.

However, the situation in the evidence room was as if nothing had happened. The other police officers did not feel the slightest abnormality, and they were still busy. However, as they were busy, the existence of the dead police officer was constantly erased from their memories. with...

As for the moment Qin Zheng and the others returned to the office, Zhang Fa's face changed as if turning the pages of a book——

"Qin Zheng, you bastard, committing crimes against my face, won't your conscience hurt!"

"Why don't you print out missing person notices everywhere asking for a child!"

"I'm here for the convenience of finding someone, and maybe I can help you find a rich woman by the way!"

"I'm also letting you remember your original intention!"

"..."

Looking at the two people who looked like dogs biting dogs, the expressions of Su Zitu and others who were watching the show became a little subtle.

It's crazy for these two dogs to harm their own people...

"Have you ever met a ghost?"

Ignoring those two unreliable guys, Miao Sankuang asked Su Zitu very solemnly.

Now that there is high-end combat power, it happens to be convenient for him to deal with some inconvenient intelligence.

155. The sense of security when the team gathers together

"In general, ghosts have appeared in the Orange Hotel, Yuanheng Community, your dens, and the police station. Are there any paintings in this place?"

Miao Sankuang asked while drawing a circle on the map.

Intuition told her that there were definitely more than these places where the accident happened, but that was all they knew.

"There is a picture in the evidence room of the police station. It was found when a rich man's home was raided a few years ago."

"Yuanheng community was not found, but there is a picture over there, hidden in the mezzanine of a box."

"There is no Orange Hotel, but I was assigned to be Lin Anshen's assistant. Maybe because I have come into contact with his paintings, I was also the target of the attack."

"As long as you touch the painting, or the place where the painting exists, will you be attacked by ghosts?"

Zhang Fa muttered, always feeling that something was wrong.

Subconsciously, he glanced at the oil painting he had just received again, but his eyes suddenly froze.

"Do you still remember what this painting was like just now?"

"Ok?"

Everyone looked over, only to see that the figure originally painted on the oil painting had turned into another person at some point, and the body had disappeared.

Only the bloody head was placed on the cutting board, and half of the butcher's knife was submerged in the Tianling Cap.

The already slack pupils stared blankly ahead, with an indescribable despair remaining on his face.

"It has been changed. The painting on our side has also been changed. The ghosts appeared during the modification of the oil painting."

Qin Zheng took out the box he had brought as he spoke.

But just when he tore off the black cloth in the box, Zhang Fa stared at the empty box, and felt a sense of disobedience for no reason.

Paintings aside, what was in the box in the first place?

He also noticed Zhang Fa's thoughtful expression, Qin Zheng obviously had no intention of explaining, and immediately put the box back after taking out the oil painting.

"Qin Zheng, that just now..."

"Look at this oil painting. It was originally painted with a hand that jumped out of the book and grabbed the person. Now the ghost hand is gone."

Without giving Zhang Fa a chance to ask, Qin Zheng immediately turned everyone's attention to the oil painting.

"Huh? Isn't this Lin Anshen?"

When he saw clearly the person painted on the oil painting, Miao Sankuang couldn't help being taken aback, how could he appear on the painting himself?

"Is this guy Lin Anshen?"

"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?"