Help! This savior is too stupid!

Underneath the extremely complex mosaic, there is nothing.

It does sound like something Jiang Bai can do.

Jiang Bai's expression was not so relaxed.

He can fool the painter once, twice, or even countless times.

The painter only needs to win once.

This fight was unfair from the beginning, because the painter was collecting information about Jiang Bai, leaving traces when the geese passed by, let alone Jiang Bai, a living person.

As long as you pay enough attention, a painter can always collect valuable information.

The more information the painter collects, the more he targets Jiang Bai, and the worse Jiang Bai feels...

The artist's picture is very large.

However, Jiang Bai now doesn't know what this plan is, he only knows that it is related to himself.

I can only try to find ways to deal with them, and I am very passive.

Seeing Jiang Bai remain silent, Wei Junjie lowered his voice and asked,

"How about...let the others disperse?"

If you look further, there may be more important secrets, which involve Han Chan. Jiang Bai may not want others to know.

"What are you going to do?"

Jiang Bai sneered,

"Since a painter can do it, he is not afraid of other people seeing it."

The corners of Wei Junjie's mouth twitched twice, but he finally bit the bullet and stayed.

He suggested that everyone should leave. In fact, he wanted to leave.

Oh my god, is this something you can see? Oh my god!

The remaining few people are very stubborn and have no scruples about street fights and gamblers.

What the painter did was bad, but they were not bad either, and none of them were easy to get along with.

The carousel continues.

On the screen, there are fragmented pictures, all of which are the painter's search for clues related to the chilling cicada.

Among them, the painter repeatedly fell into danger, and seemed to have divine help to save the danger.

"My dear, this grandson is so lucky."

The gambler's eyes turned red when he saw it. If he had such good luck, he would definitely be able to kill everyone at the gambling table!

"It's not just luck, it's the help of a 'noble person'."

Poujie was obviously not that envious of the painter's good luck, and saw more clues.

The painter was able to avert danger because he took multiple precautions in advance, but where these precautions came from and who taught him to do so are not shown in the painting.

Pujie has always suspected that there is a "teacher" behind the painter.

Jiang Bai has the same suspicion, but Jiang Bai's suspicion is clearer. He suspects that this teacher is Zhuyeqing!

The two remaining people on Jiang Bai's must-kill list stood together.

That's good, it saves Jiang Bai from looking for them, following the clues, and killing them all in one go.

"Huh?"

A slightly surprised voice attracted everyone's attention.

"Why don't I remember this memory?"

Everyone looked up and found that the person who spoke was none other than Mr. Fu.

"Why are you looking at me so strangely?"

Mr. Fu said weakly,

"Since this is my revolving door, I'll watch it first, and then you can follow. If I don't even have to watch it, why are you still watching a fairy tale?"

He is now in a state of death or death, which triggers the revolving door.

However, the picture he saw was faster than what everyone saw.

To use an analogy, he was watching the live broadcast, while everyone was watching the broadcast, or maybe even the recording.

After hearing Mr. Fu's words, everyone immediately turned their attention to the revolving lantern, looking forward to the next scene.

Even Mr. Fu himself has no memory, but it appears in the revolving door?

Things are getting interesting.

I saw on the screen that the painter was quarreling with someone.

"This is the closest thing to Han Chan, you must help me!"

"This ghost has met Han Chan and worked with Han Chan before he was alive!"

"Is it not worth the risk? If I tell you his identity, you will probably kill me right now and go find the ghost yourself!"

"Only by finding Han Chan can we find the secret above the sequence..."

In the end, the painter persuaded the other party to help, but he remained silent about the ghost's identity.

After a lot of hard work, the painter finally got his wish and found the ghost!

It is difficult to restore consciousness to an out-of-control ghost, but compared with the painter's journey, it seems much easier.

The painter quickly got the information he wanted from the ghost's mouth.

At this moment, everyone knew that this ghost was an intern before he was alive.

A psychiatrist's assistant.

Probably responsible for document sorting and medical record keeping.

Driven by curiosity, he once took a peek at someone's file, and was fired from his job. He could only live an ordinary and peaceful life, and turned into a ghost after death.

Among the many secret tombs and countless ghosts, it is also a skill for the painter to find him.

The message the painter got from this ghost was very simple:

"...Han Chan has a mild case of persecution paranoia. He always feels that there is a gaze falling on him with ill intentions and does not trust anyone..."

Wei Junjie was a little confused when he saw this message.

Isn't this a bad street thing?

Anyone who knows Jiang Bai or is a little familiar with him should know this!

Even if the painter knew about it, there wouldn't be any problems...right?

Wei Junjie thought that the information was ordinary, but the painter regarded it as a treasure, and he was ecstatic and danced with joy.

"I found it!"

"I found it!"

"I found a way to gain Higurashi's trust! Hahaha! I found it! Hahaha..."

Click--

The revolving lantern stopped here, just like a good play that just opened and closed.

Everyone was confused and didn't know what was going on.

What did the painter find, and why was he so excited?

At this moment, Wei Junjie was pale, sweating, his teeth were trembling, and he was extremely scared.

Through Wei Junjie's abnormality, everyone noticed that Jiang Bai's reaction was not quite right.

Although Jiang Bai's expression did not change at this moment, his eyes looking at Mr. Fu were a little more sinister.

This was not a look that wanted to kill people.

This was a look that wanted to grind a person to ashes and make him fall into eternal damnation.

At a moment when everyone was silent, the stubborn Dizang was still stubborn and shook his head,

"Excuse me, what is the way to gain Higurashi's trust?"

At this moment, I'm afraid he was the only one who dared to ask.

Since someone dares to ask, then someone dares to answer.

Mr. Fu said leisurely,

"Han Chan has always felt that someone wants to kill him. There is a malicious gaze on him, which lingers and makes him uneasy day and night. The owner of this gaze could be anyone, but it can't be a blind person, especially...a person who is blind before he was born."

After answering the stubborn Dizang, the gentle Mr. Fu looked at Jiang Bai.

Under the sanctimonious appearance, he is just a beast in human skin.

Mr. Fu asked again, the person he had greeted before,

"Jiang Bai."

"How is Shan Qingyi?"