Thriller Trainee

The barrage was shocked by this hand.

[Fuck, didn’t this clown just say that he sells balloons here? How come the magician can connect to his channel all at once, scaring me to death]

[This...maybe the strange feeling between the magician and the clown? 】

[But again, this clown is ugly, but it's pretty cute (softly forced. jpg)]

[I, I also want to say this, there is a weird sense of cuteness orz, so after all, I can perfectly understand the meaning of the clown, the magician is really not a normal person, right]

......

After bidding farewell to the only good ghost clown Zong Jiu found in the amusement park tonight, he continued to walk forward holding the smiling balloon.

Staring at the big smiling face on the balloon, Zong Jiu paused, lowered his head, and carefully tied the string of white thread to the button of the trench coat on his chest, and continued to walk forward slowly.

It is also magical. Maybe after finally meeting a good ghost, the ghost that Zong Jiu encounters next is also half good and bad, unlike before, you can feel the undisguised thickness when you just slid to the side and stopped. Malicious.

Gradually, after walking all the way down, Zong Jiu also discovered the law.

Those with cute doll shells, such as Little Red Riding Hood with a basket of strawberries, Alice in a poker skirt, and a white rabbit with a carrot in her hand...Almost no exceptions, all bad ghost. And these guys also behaved very kindly to the trainees. Under the premise that the main system npc could not hurt the trainees during inactive hours, many low-level trainees relied on this to put down their guard.

On the contrary, there are clowns with bright scary paint on their faces, crazy hats who don’t know what to wear, and weird women floating in the air in red skirts and hoods. These dolls are rather malicious. They can’t be found. What's the clue.

But the problem is that each of these ghost dolls is not normal. Clowns sell balloons, Mad Hatter dances on the street, and weird women hang on trees to show off their voices. As long as they are normal people, they will be scared, let alone go to them. Talked up.

As the saying goes, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and now they cannot be judged by their appearance.

Who knows whether the ghosts under these dolls' skins are good or bad.

The lights in the amusement park are dazzling, and every road seems to be shining, making people wonder where to go.

Countless figures passed by him, and the figures flickered into dark shadows that could not be seen clearly, blurred into a single piece under the night sky.

Only Zongjiu is still walking alone.

The young man walked by the street with retro lampposts burning with golden-red flames. His knee-length khaki windbreaker set his physique to lengthen his physique, giving his white hair, which is usually as cold as snow on the top of a mountain, more warm and bright. The side face between the eyes is beautiful like the artwork preferred by the creator, not like a mortal.

In the distance, the artist doll who was painting happened to see this scene by accident, and the paint brush that was being thickly painted was frozen in place.

After a long time, the doll trembled as if it had received great inspiration. The pen nib quickly turned in the paint bottle, and the previous pair of crucifixion pictures tied to the cross was hurriedly removed and thrown aside, and stood up on the easel again. Set up a new drawing board, concentrate on drawing, and start drawing.

Zong Jiu didn't notice this little episode at all.

He stood there for a while, and he didn't find any dolls capable of snooping intelligence anywhere in the area, and there were not many trainees nearby.

Because he was still carrying a balloon, Zong Jiu couldn't take the exciting rides. After walking two laps, he still didn't know what to do.

Play the entire amusement park project to redeem a C-level blind box. This reward is for the low-level trainees to send warmth from the main system, but it is not enough for the high-level trainees.

To get this blind box, it is no exaggeration to say that almost all these 20 days have to be spent on non-stop amusement projects. With this time, it's better to explore more intelligence.

It is precisely because of this that low-level trainees rush to play projects, but the high-level trainees are all drawing maps, inquiring about intelligence, and preparing for the Halloween event twenty days later.

After half a minute, the magician walked silently to the entrance of the merry-go-round.

The merry-go-round is right next to the castle. There are three layers. From a distance, it looks like a dream cake decorated with buttery bows. Each layer is glowing with warm colors.

The barrage stared at the white-haired magician in amazement, picking up a white wooden horse and sitting on it in circles following the music. The smiley balloons were up and down beside him, which didn't match his quiet face at the moment.

[...I don’t know why, after seeing this scene, I lost my speech ability, who was so clever in my daily life.]

[Coincidentally, me too]

[Ah this, who can think of it, the white-haired beauty would like to play the merry-go-round on weekdays, but hehhhhhhhhhhh, I can be cute! 】

[Such a big three-story merry-go-round...Just the magician plays it alone, doesn't he think there is something wrong? 】

Soon, the mood of the barrage became more complicated.

Because they saw another person on this empty carousel.

The other person was sitting on the carriage under the merry-go-round, but did not mount.

The man's white robe with gold silk edges is pure and innocent, like the Raphael fresco on the curved wall of the 15th century Vatican painted window, which is sacred and inconceivable. The colorful lights on the ceiling of the merry-go-round shone on the man's blond hair, adding a holy color to his smiling face.

Perceiving the sight of the prying eyes, Zong Jiu glanced at random, his eyes sharp.

Messiah greeted him very friendly: "Magic, what a coincidence, you are also playing the merry-go-round?"

What a fart, 100% intentional!

Zong Jiu knew that the Messiah had been manipulated by demons a long time ago. This timeline may be long before the Messiah entered an infinite loop, and it is very likely that it was No.1's first deeply manipulated puppet.

After a moment, his gaze calmed down again.

The white-haired young man nodded coldly, "It turned out to be the Lord Son, what a coincidence."

Among all the puppets manipulated by no.1, Messiah is definitely the most difficult one.

He is a precious treatment, and he has his own power. Not to mention the excellent reputation, there are many people who embrace him. Many people, even if they are not related to him, have received favors, and would be willing to help a group if something happens.

The blond son doesn't mind his indifference at all, and his attitude is as usual, "Since the first copy, the little brother has really gone straight up, and the future is limitless."

Here comes the name of this little brother again.

Zong Jiu felt that he was a little bit sore.

Now that there are many people with mixed ears, Zong Jiu will follow the path of pretending to cooperate and stabbing a knife in the back, plus No.1 has not actively exposed the vest in front of him. So Zong Jiu didn't know about it, said hello, and left after the merry-go-round stopped.

Fortunately, the Messiah did not insist on following, but kept smiling and watched the white-haired magician leave his sight. Then he came down from the merry-go-round and walked slowly to the carousel. The side of the tree.

On the side of the road, the artist doll with the drawing board is still tinkering with the aura of the scene just now.

His body is covered by a large doll suit, but it does not affect the speed of painting.

The slender paintbrush was grasped, and a few strokes were dropped on the drawing board.

The ghosts and monsters thrown into the colorful amusement park by the main system are all sorts of strange things, and of course there are all kinds of professions. For example, this artist who doesn't hear things outside the window and only wants to paint.

The artist is a little boss of F-level dungeon, not even a ghost, but for the first time a novice is drawn into an infinite loop to train his courage. He has a peaceful nature and doesn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. As long as he can see what he paints, he can pass the test safely, and he won't make the trainees more embarrassed. Occasionally I meet trainees who are very good to him, and the artist even gives away special props such as his own old paintbrushes, and his temper is terribly good.

So after being pulled into a new scene by the main system, the artist expertly glanced at the nearby scene, leisurely opened his painting box, found a seat, and sat down to start painting.

Unexpectedly, I caught a glimpse of the scene just now.

The artist is good at landscape painting and rarely paints portraits.

But since they have all become ghosts and enjoy endless life, they can learn a little more naturally.

The sight of the white-haired young man with extraordinary temperament standing under a tree just now, looking up at the starry sky, gave the artist infinite inspiration, and he unfolded the canvas without stopping and started painting.

He draws very fast, and he is a great artist. He can outline a rough image with a few simple strokes, and then dipped in some paint to patch up the scene and atmosphere.

The more the artist paints, the more excited he gets.

He has a hunch that this painting can become the most satisfying one of his few portraits, and may even become a masterpiece handed down! How can this not make people happy?

So he started writing faster.

It is said that people will forget everything else when they stand alone, and the same goes for ghosts.

After the artist carefully outlines a pair of narrow eyes for the person in the painting, and mixes them with red and white on the painting plate, and dyes the pupils with powder, then he exhales a long breath and slowly stops the brush.

The most vivid and important aspect of portrait painting is the eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul.

Fortunately, these eyes didn't make any mistakes, and they even performed better, which really made the white-haired young man jump on the paper.

When the artist put down his pen and was about to pick up this masterpiece, a gentle voice suddenly rang around him.

"Done?"

The blond son stood next to the easel, the center of his blue eyes had long been dyed with cold dark gold, and he stared unblinkingly at the painting placed in front of the artist.

The painting is beautiful.

The background is stars and the night sky, under the night sky is the gorgeous warm golden red lights.

Under the light, the white-haired young man pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look up at the starry sky, smiling balloons floating beside him.

The artist used a very imagery technique and used different forms of expression in white to pile up oil paint around the young man's body, making him look like a picture, but with unkindness, expressing the superior indifference in the youth's temperament in an extremely vivid manner.

But Messiah looked at this painting, but his expression was a little unpredictable.

"how is it?"

The artist thought he was going to praise this great work, so proudly he stepped aside two steps to make it easier for him to watch.

"It's too far."

The blond son gave a chuckle, then suddenly grabbed a paintbrush from the bucket, dipped it in the paint, and painted it on.

The Messiah's movements were so fast that before the artist reacted, the people on the painting were stained with a deep black.

The artist was about to hit the brush in a rage, but was shocked to discover that the other party was not only using the pen or hooking technique, which clearly showed that his artistic attainments were not inferior to him, and even better.

Looking at it, the artist was also attracted, forgetting what he was going to do, and attentively watching the Messiah paint.

After a while, the painting changed in just a few minutes and became another look.

The white around the youth was gone, and turned into a deep and sticky black.

The black fangs and claws surrounded the youth, sinking into the palm of the devil, sinking like a treasure.

This black is also wonderfully used. It is in contrast and contrast, but it changes the entire painting style and gives it another artistic conception.

The blond son held his chin and admired it for a long time before he nodded in satisfaction.

"How beautiful, this is what he should look like."