"Boss, what's going on?"
The old Daoist priest was confused. He had clearly seen that he had been hit by an arrow.
Oh no, he had been hit by a stroke.
But now, he looked like he was fine. Other than the bruises on his face, he had fallen by himself.
Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that had fallen to the ground. However, the pen turned into ashes the moment it was touched.
"It was painted," Zhou Ze said.
"If he was really that powerful, he wouldn't be unwilling to fight me head-on. In fact, he could have beaten me up."
"Painted?"
"Yes, painted. This is like a higher level of hypnosis. It blinds your vision, hearing, smell, and other senses and changes according to his design."
Zhou Ze looked at his arm. Previously, there were obvious wounds on his arm, but now, they could not be seen at all. However, the realistic feeling of the scene was enough to make people subconsciously believe that all of this was real in a short period of time.
"F * ck, so he's in the same industry as us. The tricks of a swindler."
The old Daoist priest instantly regained his confidence.
The great leader had said that all reactionaries were paper tigers!
"Boss, shall we go and catch him now?"
Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed out the window. "It's almost dawn. He's already hiding."
Actually, the appearance of ghosts had little to do with the sky turning dark and dawn. At least for ghosts, it did not have much of an impact. Instead, it affected people.
During the day, everything was in broad daylight. Even if they encountered something strange, ordinary people would feel a little brave. At least, they would have some psychological comfort.
At night, it was easy for people to be scared if something happened, giving ghosts a chance to take advantage of it.
Of course, that ghost was a little special. He was good at painting, but no matter how good the painting and quality were, they still needed the support and cooperation of an environment. The day was not his favorite background for painting because it would magnify the flaws in his painting. At night, his painting could be more realistic.
"Then let's … go for breakfast?"
Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and the old Daoist priest naturally followed. Then, the old Daoist priest watched Zhou Ze walk into a dormitory with a utility room sign.
In the dormitory, other than a pile of junk, there was a pair of black leather shoes.
Zhou Ze sat on the wooden plank as if he was thinking about something.
"Boss?"
Zhou Ze raised his hand and gestured for the old Daoist to be quiet at this time.
The old Taoist nodded and sat down on the opposite bed. There was no need to worry about the bruises on his body. After traveling for so many years, he had suffered countless injuries. This was child's play.
About fifteen minutes later, Zhou Ze bent down and started searching under the bed.
The old priest also bent down and fiddled with it. He didn't know what the boss was looking for, but it didn't matter. He just had to find it!
After all, most bosses didn't care about your progress, but your attitude.
There were some junk under the bed. After pulling it out, it was empty. After all, this dormitory was unoccupied.
Zhou Ze opened the wardrobe. All eight wardrobes were opened. Other than a thin layer of dust, there was nothing else inside.
The old Daoist priest scratched his head and climbed to the upper bunk. There were many posters on the wall of the upper bunk. They were all star players, Ronaldo, Ramos, and the like.
Zhou Ze also came to the upper bunk. He felt that there should be something here. Otherwise, Wang Baogang's soul would not have stayed here all this time. Moreover, he had seen other strange scenes in this dormitory.
If nothing unexpected happened, this dormitory should be the key to this series of events.
"Boss, what kind of painting is hanging on your poster? It looks weird," the old Daoist priest pointed at Zhou Ze and said.
"Picasso's painting," Zhou Ze replied.
Then, Zhou Ze seemed to have discovered something and reached out to touch the poster.
From the old Daoist priest's perspective, his boss was actually reaching out to touch the chest of the woman in the painting. The old Daoist priest immediately said,
"Boss, go home and touch Yingying. The woman in this painting is too ugly..."
Before the old Daoist priest could finish his sentence..,
There was a "Rip" sound,
This painting was directly torn off by Zhou Ze, and a few pieces of paper fell between the painting and the wall.
Zhou Ze did not have the time to pay attention to the old Daoist priest's nonsense. He directly picked up a piece of paper. This was a pen drawing, and the drawing was very rigorous. In the drawing was a dormitory, and this dormitory was covered with a layer of special liquid.
It could be treated as water, or it could be treated as... blood.
In the next painting, on the balcony, there was a young man with only half of his body trying his best to climb inside, and in the dormitory cabinet, two legs stretched out.
Next was the third painting. In the painting, there was a man with his head on the ground, using his hands to wear leather shoes to stand upside down on the tile.
The three paintings represented three scenes, and Zhou Ze had just seen these three scenes before.
One was in the dormitory, filled with blood. One was the boy with half of his body, and the other was Wang Baogang, who was walking upside down.
Below, there were three more paintings, a total of six.
He picked up another painting. In the painting, there was a skeleton holding a book in its hand, walking between the students and teachers. If there were no surprises, the painting should be Sun Qiu.
Next was the fifth painting. When he saw the scene in this painting, Zhou Ze immediately turned his head to look at the old Daoist priest. The old Daoist priest had just gotten down from the opposite upper bunk and climbed to Zhou Ze's upper bunk. He seemed to be very interested in what Zhou Ze had discovered.
"What is it?
I can't see it clearly, "the old Daoist priest asked.
Zhou Ze handed the painting to the old Daoist priest. The old Daoist priest grabbed the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other. Then, he was stunned for a moment and fell down. Fortunately, it was not high, so nothing happened. However, the old Daoist priest seemed to have lost his soul.
The painting landed on the ground. In the painting, an old man in a Daoist robe was lying there. His head was missing, and there was a black cat nearby, as if it was gnawing on his corpse.
Zhou Ze flipped open the last painting,
To his surprise, the person in the last painting was not himself, but the person with the crew cut. There was a sharp object stuck in the crew cut's forehead, and he stood upright. Because there were two moles on the crew cut's face, it matched the image of the person in the painting very well.
After reading all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist priest who had lost his soul and suddenly felt a sense of loss.
Why was there an old Daoist priest's painting but not his own?
Hmm,
This feeling was like the main character in a movie being stolen by a side character.
The old Daoist priest immediately climbed up again and took the other paintings in Zhou Ze's hand to look at them. Then, he asked Zhou Ze nervously,
"Boss, the paintings are all fake. They're fake, right?"
Zhou Ze got off the bed and washed his hands at the sink. He said, "I've only seen the two paintings of you and the crew cut. I've seen the other four paintings."
"How is that possible? This isn't some Mayan prophecy. I'm still alive, and so is the crew cut dormitory manager."
"Are you trying to say that a few years ago, there was a middle school student in this dormitory who started to admire you in advance?" Zhou Ze asked.
"This is a ghost's trick. It's deliberately mystifying to disrupt our morale!"
Zhou Ze did not say anything else. Instead, he gestured for the old Daoist priest to put away the six paintings. Then, Zhou Ze walked to the balcony.
The sky was about to brighten, and the first light of dawn was already faintly visible. People always liked to regard the first light of dawn as a symbol of hope, but sometimes, it was more like the depression before the darkness.
With a bitter expression, the old Daoist priest walked to the balcony. He took out a cigarette and handed one to Zhou Ze. He also lit one himself. Then, he sighed and said,
"Boss, these are all fake, right?"
The old Daoist priest had already asked this question before.
"I don't know."
Zhou Ze shook his head. Then, Zhou Ze leaned against the edge of the balcony and continued, "Do you feel that ever since you entered this dormitory building, everything here has been so humid?
And it even has a smell of soil? "
"It's a dormitory building, it's all like this." The old Daoist priest blew out a smoke ring.
Zhou Ze rubbed the space between his eyebrows. At this moment, the bell rang in the dormitory building, meaning that the students should wake up for morning self-study.
Some of the more diligent students had already walked out of the exit on the ground floor when the bell rang. They were wearing red school uniforms.
As for the students in the other buildings, they were all wearing blue school uniforms.
"The color of the school uniforms is different."
Zhou Ze pointed below. He did not want to let go of any details. The reason was very simple. Ever since he entered this dormitory building, everything that happened one after another made Zhou Ze feel that he had no clue.
"It's probably because the school uniforms of middle school students and high school students are different. This is a middle school dormitory building. The two buildings outside seem to be high school. This middle school and high school are together."
As the old Daoist priest spoke, he took out the painting again and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more upset he felt. In fact, the old Daoist priest was also wondering why the person who died so miserably in the painting was not Zhou Ze but himself?
Since when did I have such a high sense of existence?
"Here, your Little Crew Cut is out."
Zhou Ze pointed down. The dormitory manager with the crew cut walked to the exit, holding the phone in his hand as if he was making a call.
"Didn't they call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No?" The old Daoist priest asked doubtfully.
Actually, for Zhou Ze and the old Daoist priest, causing a little trouble was not a big deal. They could just burn some paper money to deal with it. The key was that even if the crew cut and the dormitory manager did not call the police, they would not act as if nothing had happened.
Previously, they had only been focused on catching ghosts and had neglected this matter. However, now that they were free, they realized that something was wrong.
No, to be exact, ever since they walked into this dormitory building, there were not many things that were wrong.
"Here, he's still alive."
The old Daoist priest pointed at the Little Crew Cut standing below.
This feeling..,
Really..,
He's good..,
Me too.
"Crack!"
The sound of glass shattering suddenly came from the top of the building. The old Daoist priest felt a gust of wind brush past his face, and then he heard a commotion and screams coming from below.
The Little Crew Cut standing below was hit by the glass,
That piece of glass..,
It pierced right through his forehead.