Dream Guide

This painting gave Hou Biao a strange feeling, as if it was telling something. The girl before gave him the same feeling, as if she was full of worries and grievances that she wanted to tell others. But a girl is shy and reserved. She only uses her fingers to tell you, go there, all my thoughts are there.

Hou Biao only saw the last mural following the girl's instructions.

He walked slowly towards the mural, and stepped into the dim street in the painting in a daze. The rain had accumulated on the dark brown stone slabs, and there were still water ripples on the road that people had stepped on. However, there was no one on the road. There is only a single figure under the water.

Hou Biao finally knew what the girl was going to tell her. She was supposed to be walking on this road, but for some reason, she suddenly became the person in the painting. She wants to return to this road, maybe to go home, or to go to an appointment. Her family or lover may be waiting for her at the intersection ahead, but she is already the subject of the painting.

One of the many shadows under the water must be hers. Her person is frozen in the painting, but her shadow remains on the street. When the water dries up, the shadow will disappear.

Her shadow under the water is crying, and all the shadows here are crying. Hou Biao heard a buzzing sound, but there were too many people. He couldn't hear what they were saying or who was who.

He walked along the street, searching carefully among the shadows. He didn't know what he was looking for. Maybe he was looking for the girl's shadow, maybe he was looking for his own shadow, because when he lowered his head, he found that he had no shadow.

Hou Biao's eyes flashed with admiration at the figure, and he saw the back of a figure wearing a pure white printed cheongsam, which looked unique and dazzling on the gray ground.

He vaguely remembered that the girl in the painting was wearing such a dress. Although it was just a back view, he was already sure that it was that girl!

The girl suddenly looked back and smiled at him. This smile is alluring. No man can resist such a smile, not even a tough guy like Hou Biao. His heart felt deeply, just like the ripples his shoes made on the watery road.

The other shadows around him began to blur, turning into wisps of smoke, like clouds reflected in the sky. However, when he looked up, there were no clouds in the sky at this moment, and there was no sky at all.

The smoke shadows were swimming underground like snakes, and some were gathering at his feet; some were gathering at the feet of the girl's reflection.

Hou Biao probably guessed that what gathered at his feet would become his shadow; and what gathered at the girl's feet would become her people. When she appeared on the road, was she still there in that painting?

As he thought, he reached into his suit pocket and held the pistol. The coldness of metal spread from his fingers to his heart, but he knew that this was probably not true. None of this was true - the shadow, the girl...

He wasn't sure if he was really holding the gun, but it didn't matter. As long as he drew the gun and fired, using his mental power as bullets, it would be enough to kill the girl and her shadow. He just wasn't sure yet, where did this brilliant hypnosis method come from? Could there be a more powerful person hiding in the dark?

However, Hou Biao did not pull out and grab it.

He saw the reflection of the girl in white slowly revealing her true form. She just stood in front of him, wearing a white embroidered brocade cheongsam, with her hands folded in front of her belly, smiling lightly at him.

The light on the road lit up, like the focus of a stage, illuminating the woman with her incomparable beauty. He couldn't see her face clearly before, but when he could see it clearly now, he suddenly realized that she looked like Yao Jingjing.

Not very similar, just exactly the same! Even the demeanor matches. The corners of her eyes, the line of her lips, her smile, and the way the soft locks of hair fluttering beside her ears are something that no one who has never seen her can imitate.

Hou Biao's heart wavered again.

The shadows under his feet were gathering quickly, and they were about to take shape.

His hands were shaking a little. If he pulled out his gun at this moment, he would have to shoot her. Although he knew it was an illusion, he still hesitated.

Hou Biao had to admit that he had regressed. If it were before, he would have taken action long ago. But he has no regrets and no nostalgia for the past. He feels that he is living a better and more authentic life now. What's the point of living for a person without emotions? At that time, he was just a walking zombie, a killing machine.

Of course, he won't sit still. He would still fire this shot. After a brief hesitation, he was ready to draw the gun.

Yao Jingjing's call came in at this time.

Hou Biao felt the cell phone vibrating in his trouser pocket, and the buzzing sound vibrated in the air, making the entire dark street tremble.

The gathering shadows were like a school of frightened fish, exploding and escaping in all directions. Yao Jingjing disappeared in front of him, and the water-logged road disappeared. Hou Biao returned to reality.

He found himself facing the wall. There was a painting hanging on the wall. The painting showed a girl with a wreath on her head and a white printed cheongsam. Her hands were folded in front of her belly, and her right index finger was slightly raised as if pointing. This painting is not outstanding, only the girl's eyes, no matter from which angle, you feel that she is staring at you, with a look of wanting to speak, which makes people feel love and affection.

Hou Biao's right hand was inserted into the suit pocket on his left chest, holding a cold pistol. He took out the still vibrating cell phone from his trouser pocket with his left hand, answered the call, pretended to walk past the painting casually, released his grip on the gun, took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing gum is a common item for agents. It has many magical uses and is easy to carry. Not only can you stick explosives and block eye-catching objects, but you can also open a coconut or something if you have nothing to do.

At this time, Professor Mei and his party were still visiting the exhibition halls in order. Hou Biao was chewing gum while talking to Yao Jingjing.

"Do you think I'm old?" he said, remembering his reaction just now.

Yao Jingjing was confused when she heard this and asked, "Is nothing wrong?"

Hou Biao said: "It's okay, just say what you want."

Yao Jingjing told him about the key and asked him to tell Professor Mei.

"Okay, I'll get back to you in a moment." Hou Biao chewed gum vigorously and said fluently.

Yao Jingjing asked curiously: "What are you eating? It's so delicious, you can hear the saliva on the phone."

Hou Biao said: "I will buy it for you when I go back."

Yao Jingjing smiled and said, "Then I'll be waiting!"

After hanging up the phone, Hou Biao took out the gum from his mouth that had been chewed until it had no sugary taste, and squeezed it into two small beads in his hand. He looked at the position of the camera, walked past the painting with his hands behind his back, flicked his fingers twice, and two chewing gum beads flew out and stuck to the eyes of the girl in the painting.

Hou Biao joined the crowd watching the painting and slowly moved this way behind Mei Yiqiu.

When passing by this painting of a girl, Mei Yiqiu took a second look, and it was obvious that the two "eyeballs" on the painting were a little abnormal. However, there was really nothing brilliant about this painting that had lost its finishing touch. He quickly walked over and no one stopped for it.

No one complained about the chewing gum on the painting, and they probably thought it was intentional. Someone even praised: "This painting was originally ordinary, but if you look at the eyes, they immediately appear three-dimensional, vivid, and interesting! What an amazing artistic skill!"

Someone echoed: "Yes, yes, I almost want to buy this painting!"

Hou Biao looked at his rough, calloused hands. If killing was an art, his hands did have some artistic qualities.

He straightened his suit and tie, followed with a smile, then took a chance and whispered into the professor's ear: "Mr. Yao has something to go back to his hometown, and he wants to give the key to Bian Ziyuan to keep for two days. Is that okay with you?" .”

Mei Yiqiu was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Bian is back?" He immediately returned to his usual informal demeanor and said nonchalantly, "Okay, okay, just leave it to Xiao Bian."