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"Boss, what is going on?"
The old man was a little confused, so he clearly saw that he had been hit by an arrow just now.
Oh no, it was a hit.
But now he seems to be completely fine, except for the bruised nose and swollen face left on his face, which was caused by his own fall.
Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that fell on the ground, but the pen was turned into ashes as soon as it was touched.
"It was painted on it." Zhou Ze said, "If he was really that powerful, he wouldn't be unwilling to fight me head-on. He could even beat me up."
"Draw it?"
"Yes, it's painted, it's like a more advanced hypnosis, blinding your vision, hearing, smell and other perceptions, and changing according to his design."
Zhou Ze looked at his arm, there were obvious scars on his arm before, but now he can't see the slightest, but the real texture of the picture is enough to make people subconsciously believe this in a short time. Everything is true.
"Damn it, it turns out that we are traveling together, a charlatan's trick."
Lao Dao instantly restored the man's self-confidence.
The great leader said that all reactionaries are paper tigers!
"Boss, shall we go and catch him now?"
Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed out the aisle window, "It's almost dawn, and he's already hiding."
In fact, the appearance of ghosts has little to do with darkness and dawn, at least for ghosts, it has no essential influence, but affects people instead.
During the day, everything is in broad daylight. Even if something weird happens, ordinary people can feel a little courageous, at least they can have some psychological comfort.
And at night, people are easily frightened when something happens, which gives ghosts an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Of course, that ghost is a bit special, he is good at painting, but no matter how good the painting and picture quality are, it needs the support and cooperation of an environment. It is not his favorite background for painting during the day, because it will magnify the flaws in his paintings, and at night his Painting can be more realistic.
"Then shall we have breakfast next?"
Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and the old Taoist naturally followed. Afterwards, the old Taoist watched Zhou Ze walk into a bedroom with a utility room sign.
In the bedroom, apart from a pile of sundries, there was also a pair of black leather shoes.
Zhou Ze sat on the wooden board, as if thinking about something.
"boss?"
Zhou Ze raised his hand, signaling the old man to be quiet at this time.
The old man nodded, and sat down on the opposite bed. There is no need to worry about the bruises on his body. He has traveled all over the world for so many years, and he has suffered countless scalp injuries. This point is pediatrics.
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhou Ze bent down and started searching under the bed.
The old man also bent down and fiddled with him below. He didn't know what the boss was looking for, but it didn't matter, he was just looking for it!
After all, what most bosses see is not your progress, but your attitude.
There are some sundries under the bed. After pulling it out, the bottom is empty. After all, no one lives in this bedroom.
Zhou Ze opened the wardrobe, all eight cabinets were opened, and there was nothing inside except a thin layer of dust.
The old man scratched his head, and simply climbed to the upper bunk. On the wall of the upper bunk, there were many posters, all of which were football stars, 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 dead soul could not stay here all the time, and he also saw other strange scenes in this dormitory.
If nothing else, this bedroom should be the key point of this series of events.
"Boss, what kind of painting is on your poster? It looks weird." The old man pointed to Zhou Ze and said.
"Picasso's painting." Zhou Ze replied.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ze seemed to have discovered something, and reached out to touch the poster.
From the perspective of the old Taoist, his boss actually reached out to touch the chest of the woman in the painting, and the old Taoist said directly:
"Boss, the one who touched Yingying at home, the woman in this painting is too ugly"
The old Taoist painting has not finished yet,
Only a "hiss" was heard,
The painting was directly torn off by Zhou Ze, and several sheets of paper fell between the painting and the wall.
Zhou Ze has no effort.??Like a high school, this middle school is both the middle school and the high school. "
As the old Taoist talked, he took out the painting and looked at it again. The more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. Even the old Taoist was thinking, why the person in the painting who died so miserably was not Zhou Ze but himself?
When did I have such a high sense of presence?
"Here, your little crew cut came out."
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and pointed down, and the supervisor, Xiaoping's supervisor, walked outside the exit, holding a phone in his hand as if he was making a call.
"Did they not call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No?" The old man asked doubtfully.
In fact, for Zhou Ze and the old Taoist, making a little trouble is not a big deal, and they can be dealt with by burning some paper money. The key is that even if Xiaopingtou and the dormitory supervisors don't call the police, nothing will happen. Same thing.
Before, I was only focused on catching ghosts and ignored this issue, but now that I am free, I figured out something was wrong.
No, to be precise, since entering this dormitory, few things have been right.
"Here, he is still alive."
The old Taoist pointed to Xiaopingtou standing below.
This feeling,
Really are,
He is good,
I am fine too.
"Crack!"
The sound of glass shattering suddenly came from the top of the building. The old Taoist only felt a gust of wind blowing past his face, and then he heard a burst of noise and screams from below.
The Xiaopingtou standing below just happened to be hit by the glass,
That piece of glass,
directly pierced in from his forehead,
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