Dreamland Guide

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

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

He walked slowly towards the mural, and stumbled into the dim street in the painting. The level of rain accumulated on the dark brown stone slab, and the road surface still had water marks that had been stepped on, but there was no one on the road. There is only a single figure underwater.

Hou Biao finally knew what the girl was going to tell her. She should have been 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, maybe to go to an appointment, her family or lovers may be waiting for her at the intersection ahead, but she is already the one in the picture.

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

Her shadow under water was crying, and all the shadows here were crying. Hou Biao heard the buzzing sound, but there were too many people, he couldn't hear what they were talking about, and couldn't tell who was who.

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

The figure was faint, and Hou Biao saw a flower in front of his eyes, and saw a figure wearing a white printed cheongsam, which looked unique and dazzling on the gray ground.

He vaguely remembered that the girl in that painting was wearing such a dress. Although it was only a figure from the back, he was certain that it was the girl!

The girl suddenly looked back and smiled at him. This smile is full of charm, and no man can match such a smile, even a tough guy like Hou Biao. His heart swayed deeply, like the ripples of his shoes stepping on the pavement with water.

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

The shadows of smoke walked down the ground like a snake, some were gathering at his feet; some were gathering at the feet of the girl's reflection.

Hou Biao probably guessed that those who gather under his feet will become his shadow; those who gather under the girl's feet will become her people. When she appeared on the road, was she still there in that painting?

As he thought, he reached into the suit pocket on his chest and held the pistol. The coldness of the metal spreads from his fingers to his heart, but he knows that this is probably not true, none of this is true-shadow, girl...

He wasn't sure if he really held the gun, but it didn't matter, as long as he drew the gun and shot it, using mental power as a bullet, it would be enough to shoot the girl and her shadow to death. He just wasn't sure. Where did this clever method of hypnosis come from? Could there be more powerful characters hiding in the dark?

However, Hou Biao did not grab it.

He saw the girl in white above the reflection, slowly revealing her real body. She stood in front of him like that, wearing a white embroidered brocade cheongsam, folded her hands in front of her belly, and smiled lightly at him.

The light on the road lit up, like the focus of the stage, illuminating the woman very beautifully. He couldn't see her face clearly before, but when he saw it now, he suddenly found that she looked very much like Yao Jingjing.

Not very similar, but exactly the same! Even the demeanor is in line with it. The corners of the eyes, the lip line, the smile, and the flutter of soft hair on the ears can't be imitated by anyone who has never seen her.

Hou Biao's heart shook again.

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

His hands trembled a little. If he pulls out the gun at this moment, he must shoot her. Although he knows it is a phantom, he still hesitates.

Hou Biao had to admit that he had regressed. If he changed to before, he would have done it a long time ago. But he did not regret it, nor did he miss the past. He feels that he now lives better and more real. What is the point of being a person without feelings? At that time, he was just a walking dead, a killing machine.

Of course, he will not sit still. He would still shoot this shot, and after a short hesitation, he was ready to draw the gun.

Yao Jingjing's call came in at this time.

Hou Biao felt the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrate, and the buzzing sound rang from waves to waves in the air, and the whole dim street trembled.

The gathering shadows resembled a school of frightened fish, exploded with a bomb, and fled in all directions. Yao Jingjing in front of her was gone, the pavement with water was gone, and Hou Biao was back to reality.

He found himself facing the wall with a picture hanging on the wall. In the picture was a girl wearing a wreath on her head, wearing a white printed cheongsam, with her hands folded in front of her abdomen, and the index finger of his right hand slightly pointed upwards. This painting is not outstanding. Only the eyes of the girl, no matter from which angle, feel that she is staring at you, she is still eager to talk, and teaches people to feel love.

Hou Biao's right hand was inserted in the suit pocket on his left chest, holding a cold pistol. He took out the vibrating cell phone from his trouser pocket with his left hand, connected to the phone, and while pretending to pass by the painting inadvertently, he released the gun holding the gun, and then took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing gum is a standing item for agents, has many magical uses, and is easy to carry. Not only can it stick explosives and block the eye, but it can also open a coconut or something.

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

"You said I am getting old?" He said, remembering his reaction just now.

Yao Jingjing heard inexplicably, and asked, "Nothing happened, right?"

Hou Biao said: "It's okay, you said yours."

Yao Jingjing talked about the key and asked him to talk to Professor Mei.

"Okay, I'll talk to you in a moment." Hou Biao said, chewing gum vigorously.

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

Hou Biao said, "Wait when I go back and buy it for you."

Yao Jingjing smiled and said, "Then I can wait!"

Hung up the phone, Hou Biao took out the chewing gum that had no sugar smell from his mouth, and squeezed it into two small beads in his hand. He looked at the location of the camera, walked past the painting with his hands on his back, and flicked his fingers twice, 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 moved slowly towards this side behind Mei Yiqiu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When passing by this girl painting, Mei Yiqiu glanced twice, which was obviously on the painting. The two "eyeballs" are a bit abnormal. However, this painting that has lost its "finishing" touch is really nothing clever. He quickly walked over, and no one stopped for it.

No one made any criticisms because of the chewing gum on the painting, and probably thought it was deliberate. Someone also praised: "This painting was originally unremarkable. If you look at the eyes in this way, it immediately becomes three-dimensional, vivid, and interesting! What an amazing artistic skill!"

Someone agreed: "Yeah, yeah, I just want to buy this painting!"

Hou Biao looked at his rough, callused hands. If killing is also an art, his hands have a somewhat artistic temperament.

He straightened his suit and tie, smiled and followed him, then he took a look at the gap and attached it to the professor's ear and said, "Mr. Yao has something to go back to his hometown. He wants to give the key to Bian Ziyuan for two days and ask if you can do it. ."

Mei Yiqiu was stunned for a moment: "Xiaobian is back?" He immediately returned to his usual casual appearance, and said indifferently, "Okay, yes, just give Xiaobian."