I Wasn’t Born Lucky

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Xiao Li's question was very polite.

Not only did he use the poems, but he also bent down slightly.

The grimace in the painting stared at him for a moment, and found that the other party was asking this question sincerely, and was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.

——It doesn’t know how to draw, it’s just a ghost trapped in a painting.

Xiao Li also really wanted to get this answer. He was still very interested in painting. If this "painter" skill can bring his painting skills to the next level, then it should be asked here.

So he waited patiently for a while, but the grimace remained silent.

Standing next to him, Zheng Yi looked at the same posture for a while. He found that the grimace in the painting was not unresponsive, but his face was twitching slightly. Upon closer inspection, his expression was a bit ignorant, like a teacher who was preparing to hand in his homework A student who asked a strange question in an unusual way.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Li muttered to himself: "Can't answer? Yes, you are a work, not a painter. Then do you know who is the person or ghost who painted you? How do you draw this three-dimensional painting? What? And this technique..."

The grimace in the painting still did not answer.

Fu Guangbo on the side was also numb. He looked left, looked again, and once again confirmed the strangeness of this scene: in the haunted hallway late at night, the legendary boss is slightly leaning over and following. The ghosts in the painting communicate academic issues...

This is where? Is the painting technique seminar site?

If it weren't for teammates with the same look around, he might even think that he had fallen into something like an illusion.

In his line of sight, after not getting a reply, Xiao Li straightened up, turned and continued to walk deeper in the corridor.

Fu Guangbo froze for a moment, and immediately followed.

The corridor is very long, there are many corners, and the hanging paintings vary in height and size. The light from the flashlight shines up, and everyone looks at the screen at a different angle, it is like there are many ghosts on the wall from time to time.

Xiao Li said softly, "Don't look."

Zheng Yi heard that his brain hadn't reacted yet, but his body had already closed his eyes honestly before asking, "Why?"

Before he finished his words, he staggered a short step because of the brief darkness, had to open his eyes again to recognize the way, and finally folded into a half-squinted appearance.

Xiao Li: "Gao Yao might have died like this."

Fu Guangbo interrupted: "Because I saw the ghost in the painting...?"

He covered his eyes with his hands, but in order to prevent falling while walking, he spread his fingers slightly and squinted to look ahead.

Xiao Liyan replied concisely: "Probably."

"How did you know?"

"Guess, there are only these paintings here, and the means of attack should be related to the grimace in these paintings." Xiao Li paused, then he suddenly stopped, "but there is a way to prove it..."

"Huh?" Fu Guangbo couldn't keep up with his rhythm, opening his mouth wide and uttering a syllable.

"Go back and find the place where Gao Yao disappeared, and see if he will appear in the painting." Xiao Li lazily stretched out a finger and tapped a painting hanging on the wall in front of him. The way of making faces."

That painting is an oil painting. Standing at a normal height, the pattern on it is the back of a person, but if you look at it from a special perspective, the back is full of dense human heads.

If these heads are all an individual...

It may even be the "security guards" who came here one after another. They were the ancestors.

Fu Guangbo closed his eyes subconsciously, afraid that he would become one of them.

Xiao Li retracted his hand. Because of his previous action of tapping the frame, the cuff that was originally rolled up slipped off his arm, covering most of his hand.

Xiao Li lowered his head and was about to put it on again by himself. Someone had already stacked it up for him first.

Shen Mizhi's fingers bend slightly, highlighting distinct knuckles, and tuck the corners of his sleeves.

He always does this, never speaks, never expresses his views on tasks or outsiders, but he always pays attention to the small details of Xiao Li, and is very happy to have such even subtle contact with the other party, as if He only cares about Xiao Li in this world.

Xiao Li stared at the other party's drooping eyes for a second, then slowly relaxed his body. He suddenly asked, "Why have you kept silent?"

Shen Mirage raised his head: "What do you want to hear from me?"

"For example..." Xiao Li turned his face and looked into the depths of the exhibition, "What do you think of this place?"

Shen Mirage did not follow his gaze, but kept looking at Xiao Li's profile. Finally, before the other party became impatient, he curled his lips and said: "The ghosts here are all in the painting. If you want to find that 'Painter', I have to go a little further inside."

When he said this, Xiao Li nodded following his words and walked forward.

The auras of these two big guys were too strong. Standing in front of the ghost painting and chatting was like giving a lecture. As a result, even Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing did not dare to disturb each other easily. Anxious, but did not urge.

It was not until Xiao Li stepped forward again that Zheng Yi immediately followed after half a beat.

But the two of Xiao Li dared to look at the ghost paintings with their eyes open, and the others didn't dare to do that-Gao Yao's lesson from the past was just now, and the sense of fear was still warm. And this is not a physical ghost, if it is a momentary thing, then even if there is Hercules, it may not be able to stop it in time.

They had to continue half-shielding their eyes, trying to focus their gaze on the gap between the floor and the frame on the front wall, struggling forward with difficulty.

But sometimes, people's thinking is quite strange, and the more they don't let themselves look at certain things, the more they can't help but glance so many times.

Such as Tian Bin.

Since Gao Yao disappeared, Tian Bin was the one who ran at the back. He ran a few steps forward, trying to catch up with his teammates.

Tian Bin's choice of blocking method was also to see the world from his fingers, but because of his fast running, his vision trembled, and at this moment he glanced at the painting on the wall without his control.

He shook his hand holding the flashlight, almost immediately forcing himself to look away and ran forward with his head.

But the look of the painting is still printed in his mind.

Even the more I think about it, the more clearly the pattern on the drawing becomes.

Tian Bin can easily remember the delicate lines, the chic strokes, and the true depictions in the painting.

It was a bottle of perfume, a transparent box with a crown on it.

The crown is made of crystal, crystal clear, reflecting the brilliance.

No ghosts... Yes, no ghosts.

Tian Bin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't get a stroke after seeing so many paintings before. He probably didn't trigger a dead end.

It's just that the shape of the crown is like imprinting on the retina, becoming clearer and clearer.

Until that moment, Tian Bin zoomed in on the picture in his mind like an electric shock, and he saw a reflection on the crown crystal-it was half of his face, only half, extremely distorted, and turned his head towards him.

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