Chapter 27 What Exactly Happened?

“Boss, what exactly is going on?”

The old Daoist was somewhat confused. He had clearly seen himself get hit by an arrow,

No, he was hit by a *pen*.

But now he felt completely fine, except for the bruises on his face, but that was from his own fall.

Zhou Ze reached down and picked up the pen that had fallen on the ground, but as soon as it was touched, it turned to ashes.

“It was painted on,” Zhou Ze said. “If he were really that powerful, he wouldn’t be unwilling to fight me head-on. In fact, he could completely crush me.”

“Painted on?”

“Yes, painted on. It’s like a more advanced form of hypnosis, obscuring your sight, hearing, smell, and other senses, and changing them according to his design.”

Zhou Ze looked at his arm. There had been obvious wounds on his arm before, but now there was no trace of them at all. However, the realistic visual texture was enough to make people subconsciously believe that everything was real in a short period of time.

“Damn it, he’s in the same line of work as me, the tricks of a con artist.”

The old Daoist instantly regained his manly confidence.

As the Great Leader said, all reactionaries are paper tigers!

“Boss, shall we go and catch him now?”

Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed to the window in the corridor, “It’s almost dawn, he’s already hiding.”

In fact, the appearance of ghosts has little to do with whether it’s dark or light, at least for ghosts. What is affected is people.

During the day, everything is out in the open, and even if they encounter something strange, ordinary people can feel a little courage, at least some psychological comfort.

But at night, people are easily frightened by anything that happens, giving ghosts an opportunity to take advantage of.

Of course, that ghost is a bit special. He is good at painting, but even the best paintings and image quality need an environment to support and cooperate with. Daytime is not his favorite painting background, because it will magnify the flaws in his paintings, while at night his paintings can be more realistic.

“Then what are we going to do next… have breakfast?”

Zhou Ze walked towards the other end of the corridor, and the old Daoist naturally followed. Then, the old Daoist watched Zhou Ze enter a dormitory with a sign that read “Storage Room.”

In the dormitory, in addition to a pile of debris, there was also a pair of black leather shoes.

Zhou Ze sat on a wooden plank, as if thinking about something.

“Boss?”

Zhou Ze raised his hand, signaling the old Daoist to be quiet at this time.

The old Daoist nodded and sat down on the opposite bed. He didn’t have to worry about the bruises on his body. He had traveled north and south for so many years, and he had suffered countless hardships and skin injuries. This was just child’s play.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhou Ze bent down and began searching under the bed.

The old Daoist also bent down and fiddled around under the bed. He didn’t know what the boss was looking for, but it didn’t matter, searching was the right thing to do!

After all, most bosses don’t see your progress, but your attitude.

There were some sundries under the bed. After pulling them out, the bottom was empty, after all, no one lived in this dormitory anymore.

Zhou Ze opened the closet. All eight cabinets were opened, and there was nothing in them except for a thin layer of dust.

The old Daoist scratched his head and simply climbed onto the upper bunk. On the wall of the upper bunk, there were many posters, all of them were sports stars, Ronaldo, Ramos, etc.

Zhou Ze also came to the upper bunk. He felt that there should be something here, otherwise Wang Baogang’s soul would not stay here all the time, and he had also seen other strange scenes in this dormitory.

If there were no accidents, this dormitory should be the key point of this series of events.

“Boss, what kind of paintings are hanging on your posters? They look strange.” The old Daoist pointed to Zhou Ze’s side and said.

“Picasso’s paintings,” Zhou Ze replied.

Immediately, Zhou Ze seemed to have discovered something and reached out to touch the poster.

From the old Daoist’s perspective, his boss was actually reaching out to touch the woman’s chest in the painting. The old Daoist immediately said:

“Boss, touch Yingying when you get home, the woman in this painting is too ugly…”

Before the old Daoist could finish speaking,

There was a “tearing” sound,

The painting was torn off by Zhou Ze, and several pieces of paper fell between the painting and the wall.

Zhou Ze didn’t have time to pay attention to the old Daoist’s nonsense, and directly picked up a piece of paper. It was a pen drawing, and the drawing was very meticulous. It showed a dormitory, but the dormitory was covered and filled with a special liquid.

It could be regarded as water, or it could be regarded as… blood.

The next painting was on the balcony. A teenager with only half of his body was trying to climb inside, and two legs stretched out from the dormitory cabinet.

The next one was the third painting. In the painting, a man was standing upside down on the tiles with his head on the ground, wearing leather shoes on his hands.

Three paintings represent 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 a body, and the other was Wang Baogang walking upside down.

Below, there are three more paintings, a total of six.

Picking up another painting, the painting shows a skeleton, holding a book in its hand, walking among classmates and teachers. If there are no accidents, it should be Sun Qiu.

The next one was the fifth painting. When he saw the scene in this painting, Zhou Ze immediately turned his head to look at the old Daoist. The old Daoist had just climbed down from the opposite upper bunk to Zhou Ze’s side, and seemed to be very interested in what Zhou Ze had discovered.

“What is painted? I can’t see clearly,” the old Daoist asked.

Zhou Ze handed the painting to the old Daoist. The old Daoist grabbed the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other. Then the whole person was stunned and fell down directly. Fortunately, it was not high, so nothing happened, but the old Daoist looked like he was lost.

The painting fell on the ground. In the painting, an old man wearing a Daoist robe was lying there, his head separated from his body. There was a black cat nearby, as if it was gnawing on his corpse.

Zhou Ze opened the last painting.

Somewhat surprisingly, the last painting was not of himself, but of that crew cut guy. A sharp object was inserted into the crew cut guy’s forehead, and he stood straight. Because there were two moles on the crew cut guy’s face, it was easy to correspond to the image of the character in the painting.

After reading all the paintings, Zhou Ze looked at the lost old Daoist below and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Why is there a painting of the old Daoist but not of himself?

Well,

This feeling is like the predetermined protagonist being crazily upstaged by a supporting character when filming a movie.

The old Daoist immediately climbed up again, took the other paintings in Zhou Ze’s hand and looked at them all, and then asked Zhou Ze tremblingly:

“Boss, the paintings are all fake, fake, right?”

Zhou Ze got off the bed and washed his hands by the washbasin, and said, “I haven’t seen the two paintings of you and the crew cut guy. I have seen the other four paintings.”

“How can that be? This is not some Mayan prophecy. I am still alive. That crew cut dormitory manager is also still alive.”

“Are you trying to say that a few years ago, there was a middle school student in this dormitory who was good at painting and started to admire you in advance?” Zhou Ze asked rhetorically.

“This is the ghost’s trick, making a mystery and trying to disturb our army’s morale!”

Zhou Ze didn’t say anything more, but signaled the old Daoist to put away all six paintings. Then, Zhou Ze walked to the balcony.

It was almost dawn, and the morning light was already faintly visible. People always like to regard the morning light as a symbol of hope, but sometimes, it is more like the depression before the darkness comes.

The old Daoist walked to the balcony with a bitter face, took out a cigarette, handed one to Zhou Ze, lit one himself, and then sighed, and said:

“Boss, these are all fake, right?”

The old Daoist had asked this question before.

“I don’t know,” Zhou Ze shook his head, and then, Zhou Ze leaned on the edge of the balcony and continued: “Don’t you feel that since entering this dormitory building, everything here is so humid.

And it also has a muddy smell?”

“Dormitory buildings are all like this,” the old Daoist spat out a smoke ring.

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. At this time, the bell rang in the dormitory building, meaning that the students should get up to attend the morning self-study.

Some more diligent students had already walked out of the bottom floor exit when the bell rang, wearing red school uniforms.

And the students in other buildings around were wearing blue school uniforms.

“School uniform colors are different.”

Zhou Ze pointed down. He didn’t want to let go of any details now. The reason was simple. From the moment he entered this dormitory building, the things that had happened one after another made Zhou Ze feel completely clueless.

“It is estimated that the school uniforms for junior high school students and high school students are different. This is the junior high school dormitory building, and the two buildings outside seem to be high school buildings. This middle school has both a middle school department and a high school department.”

As the old Daoist spoke, he took out the painting again and looked at it again. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He was even wondering why the person who died so miserably in the painting was himself instead of Zhou Ze?

When did I have such a high sense of existence?

“Look, your crew cut guy is out.”

Zhou Ze reached out and pointed down. The crew cut dormitory teacher walked outside the exit, holding a phone as if he was making a call.

“Didn’t they call the police?” Zhou Ze asked.

“No, right?” The old Daoist asked suspiciously.

In fact, for Zhou Ze and the old Daoist, it was not a big deal to cause a little trouble, and burning some paper money would be enough to deal with it. The key was that even if the crew cut dormitory managers didn’t call the police, they wouldn’t act like nothing had happened.

Before, he was only focused on catching ghosts and ignored this matter, but now that he was free, he figured out some of the strangeness.

No, to be precise, since entering this dormitory, there were few places that were right.

“Look, he’s still alive too.”

The old Daoist pointed to the crew cut guy standing below.

This feeling,

Really,

He’s good,

I’m also good.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking came from the roof. The old Daoist only felt a wind brush past his face, and then he heard a burst of noise and screams below.

The crew cut guy standing below was hit by the glass,

That piece of glass,

Stuck directly into his forehead,

Straight.