I Wasn’t Born Lucky

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Not to mention the few plot characters, the rest of the reincarnations who were just present were also experienced people, but they all froze for a while, and then showed incredible gazes.

——How do "hunting for ghosts" and "poor little guy" these two different-sounding words connect?

The latter sounds more like a stray cat or puppy.

Xiao Li turned around and walked straight to the inside of the exhibition hall in front of him.

This time, the inside of the exhibition hall was empty.

The monster that had stayed here had entered the neighbor's house next door, leaving only a lot of traces of its destruction.

Such as the torn floor, the still smoking wall, the mucus that continues from the doorway to the depths.

Xiao Li avoided the mucus and walked deeper.

Finally, Xiao Li found it about ten meters away from the place where he threw the lantern ghost.

Compared with its original round and bright appearance, this light bulb is now much dimmer.

The shell is a bit sunken, and the color has lost its previous light. The saliva marks left on it after being corroded stuck it in the corner of the wall-the monster found that it was not its own egg and wanted to come and was very angry. I didn't know it was against the lamp. What the ghost did, the poor little guy was "embedded" into the wall.

This caused Xiao Li to waste some effort before pulling it out of the wall.

The lamp ghost lay weakly in Xiao Li's palm, and a faint light flashed across the outer shell.

Xiao Li touched its bulb head with his fingertips, put it in his pocket gently, and walked out.

He quickly joined the others: "Let's go."

Gao Yao and Zhao Yiguang already knew that they were by no means ordinary security guards, and regarded Xiao Li and the group as "seniors", so they did not speak rashly, but Fu Guangbo and others stared at Xiao Li's bulging pockets and stopped talking. .

Xiao Li ignored their gazes and walked to the last remaining exhibition hall.

The last pavilion is very quiet.

It is different from the quietness of the previous exhibition halls, like a huge library, no one is allowed to make noise.

In the daytime, this exhibition hall R is a special experience project, where guests can take photos with various dolls in the future paradise.

And at night--

Xiao Li pushed open the door and found that the original photos posted on the wall were gone, replaced by paintings.

The exhibition hall is very dark, only the moonlight from the outside illuminates the distance in front of the steps, but it cannot touch the depths.

Xiao Li's first reaction was to look into his pocket, but a little light burst out from the lamp ghostly. He coughed guiltily and took out his mobile phone to light it.

Facing the gate is an oil painting.

It was a landscape painting with heavy ink and color, and a large amount of black paint was used on the top to render the night, and a few red paints outlined a building.

The light of the flashlight shone straight on this oil painting, and the glass frame embedded in it reflected the shadows of several people.

Xiao Li moved closer and recognized the painting.

"This...this painting seems to be...this paradise?" Chen Jinghan stood aside and looked carefully for a moment before finally saying.

Ye Zeqing pointed to the portraits on the left and right sides of the painting and said: "The two next to you are like the exhibition halls we patrolled just now."

Xiao Li: "Yes."

He swept the depths of the exhibition hall with the light of his mobile phone and found that it was very big, which was larger than the previous exhibition halls-and from the outside, it shouldn't be so big.

The corridors here are too deep, and the lights can only illuminate part of the distance. All they can see is the paintings hung on both sides of the walls.

The surroundings are as quiet as if all the sounds have been swallowed, which causes everyone's breathing to be heard by the other party.

"There are no creatures here." Fu Guangbo followed Xiao Li, "It's just a gallery..."

There are many paintings hanging on both sides of the wall, including oil paintings, sketches, sketches, and so on.

Their gaze swept across the paintings above their heads, such as an empty cage full of branches, such as a dark blue-based picture with white paint dipped in the top of the wave, or an empty cage. ball.

Every time Xiao Li passed a painting, he paused for a while, admiring other people's paintings truly, and then walked forward.

It's like a tourist who really comes to appreciate the art exhibition.

This made others a little anxious-except for Zheng Yi and others, the rest of the reincarnations and the security guards didn't want to stay here for too long. According to their ideas, if you patrol quickly, then you can go out, lest you encounter any problems. The terrible ghost, as for the task, isn’t there still tomorrow?

The darkness here is always reminiscent of all kinds of ghosts.

Fu Guangbo was the first person who couldn't bear it. He barely managed to squeeze out some smiles: "Helkley, it depends on us to watch it slowly next time. Now let’s focus on the task first. Let’s finish the patrol soon and return to discuss Come on."

Xiao Li moved his gaze away from the sketch vase painting in front of him, looked at him for three seconds, and said casually: "Okay."

He turned his head and stepped forward and walked forward.

Fu Guangbo breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he would be rejected. He didn't expect Hercules to be so approachable this time.

It's just that he didn't see that, after the group of them turned and left, and the lights went away, in the deep darkness, the wave pattern changed a little.

If they turn around at this time, from a 45-degree angle of view, they will find that what is undulating on the white waves is not the waves, but the heads of people with pale faces!

The heads slowly turned their faces, staring at their backs, their faces stuck to the frame.

………………

The corridor is very long, with many portraits, it seems that it will never reach the end.

At the back of the team is Gao Yao.

He also couldn't tell how he felt. In fact, he didn't go deep into these exhibition halls a few days ago, and luckily got his life back from the periphery.

According to common sense, he should have resigned and left on the spot crying, but for the high salary and obedience to his duty, he still incomprehensibly stayed. Now following these people in, he actually wanted to run away, but he didn't dare to stand alone, so he could only continue to follow the team.

Although this place is weird, all these paintings are vivid and beautiful.

Gao Yao felt a cool breeze inexplicably. He once again looked up at the sketch that was closest to him, and noticed that the team in front had gradually moved away from him. He immediately turned around and wanted to speed up to catch up. front.

But just as he walked forward, he suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye, which made his left foot that had just stepped out stiff, and the blood in his whole body became cold.

This sketch was originally a candy paper spread out on the table.

The sketch has no color, so Gao Yao can only vaguely identify the candies produced by the candy factory, but he can't identify which kind.

But when he raised his foot, he caught a glimpse of the candy paper turning into a human face!

The layers of folds on the edges of the original sugar paper looked more like a hideous human face at that moment. The black lines were the wrinkles on the face. The most important thing was this face, which he looked familiar for some reason.

That face noticed Gao Yao's existence, and it opened its mouth wide and fluttered in front of its eyes.

Gao Yao couldn't even utter an exclamation in the future. He only felt that he was strangling his breath by something, and then he lost consciousness.

If someone looks back, he will see-he disappeared.

The sketch face turned his head slowly and stiffly, and looked at the back of the team again.

As many paintings as they pass by, there are as many faces staring at them as if staring at delicious food greedily.

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The corridor is deep. They have been walking for a long time, but they have not reached the end.

Zhao Yiguang was the first person to discover that Gao Yao was missing.

This is a long story, but he really disappeared in an instant, so Zhao Yiguang discovered this fact after three minutes.

He watched it back and forth several times in disbelief, and suddenly stopped everyone in front of him in shock: "Wait, Gao, Gao Yao is gone!"

Zhao Yiguang stepped back in fear, bumping his shoulder into Zheng Yi's arms, and the two shivered together.

"Who saw Gao Yao last?" Xiao Li asked.

"I didn't see, nor heard any sound..."

"Neither did I. I didn't find how he disappeared. Ghosts and ghosts appeared?!"

"What the **** is this this time, why is there no movement at all?!"

In the world of reincarnation, anyone can follow in Yao's footsteps, so everyone discusses in a panic, and they surround themselves more closely, for fear that the next person to disappear unknowingly is himself.

Zheng Yi approached Xiao Li and looked up at him: "Hull?"

Xiao Li shook his head, indicating that he hadn't noticed Gao Yao's disappearance, and the doll made by Tan Li also shook his head with him.

"I, let's go out first, we should have completed our duty of patrolling when we came in..." Tian Bin kept patrolling the surroundings with his eyes, and proactively suggested.

Xiao Li: "Keep going."

Fu Guangbo collapsed and said: "Big brother, you also think about—"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Li interrupted him: "You can't get out."

Fu Guangbo was taken aback for a moment: "What, what?"

Xiao Li: "If I'm right, when we decide to go out, these paintings will find some kind of change. This change is already taking place. The best way is to go inside and figure it out."

While talking, he raised his head and looked at the painting closest to him. It was an upright trolley. The top of the trolley was a convertible. There were a few cotton candy sticks on the table of the trolley, which was a sketch. , Scribbled but deep in the essence.

Xiao Li stepped back for a while, turned his side, and stared at the side of the painting carefully and straightforwardly. Then, he nodded at the corner of his mouth at the portrait, and made a "hi" mouth shape like a greeting.

The face in the portrait: "..."

It was grinning grimly, preparing to frighten the human in front of it, but now it was greeted well, and the horrible smile on its face was a bit distorted and looked quite funny.

Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing were always paying attention to Xiao Li. They were about to hug the big man's two thighs and ran along with him. They didn't expect Xiao Li to look at the painting.

Curious, the others followed his gaze and looked into the portrait.

At the beginning, they didn't see anything, they just thought it was a well-painted cart, more like a photo than a painting.

Zheng Yi twisted his neck following Xiao Li's angle, trying to understand the big brother's world. He didn't see that face until he turned to an angle similar to Xiao Li's.

The face was obscured and unkindly, watching their faces.

Zheng Yi had done enough preparations before, but he still involuntarily took a breath.

Xiao Li pointed to the line of the painting, glanced back and forth with full of appreciation, pondered for a moment, and then stopped talking, and then asked a rather academic question like an inquiry: "Excuse me..."

The rest:? ? ?

——Excuse me?

Xiao Li pointed to the strokes that make up the shadows of the facial features, and then asked inquisitively: "How is this drawn?"

This sketching technique is very special, I want to learn it.

Zheng Yi: "………………"

——Don't ask, ask is that Hercules wants to hone his painting skills, keep improving, and learn.

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Xiao Li: @血腐 Mary, I learned a new painting technique, come and be a model for me.

Bloody Mary: Good night, I'm asleep, I really want to find a model and suggest @笔仙, it is angular and suitable for you.

Pen Xian:? I'm just a pen

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