Although the scene was once evenly matched, in Xiao Li's words, Jiang was still old and spicy - although there seemed to be something wrong with this sentence here, but as a silent copy ghost, Xiuji's strength was obviously greater than that of this ghost painting.Originally, the distance between the embroidered girl and the hand of the ghost painting was in the middle of the corridor, but as time passed, the place where the palms of the two sides met gradually dragged in the direction of the ancient painting, and the arm that stretched out from the wall of the gallery was stretched longer and longer, and finally it was completely dragged into the ancient painting.Xiao Li unfolded the ancient painting and saw that as soon as the ghost hand entered the ancient painting, it was completely stiff and inactive, like a specimen, dry and white.Xiu Ji was playing with this arm, and when she thought about it, she didn't seem to be interesting, so she threw it to the stickman.The stickman wasn't interested in this thing either, so he let go of his hand and let the ghost hand fall to the ground, turning to look at Xiao Li.It reacted very slowly, looked at Xiao Li sluggishly, and after about half a minute, it jumped up slowly and shook its hand at him, looking friendly.Xiao Li flexed his index finger and knocked on the stickman's head, quite like watching his children and grandchildren scatter joy.There was a sudden sound of shallow breathing in his ears, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Shen Mirage.The young man had already come over inadvertently, his eyes were heavy, looking at the small part of the back of the young man's neck exposed because of his bowed head, the complexion over there was fair and delicate, and then Xiao Li turned his head, and then quietly shifted his gaze to the painting.Xiao Li doesn't like to share his emotions with outsiders most of the time, but this time is different, there are many famous paintings here, but only the stickman is painted by him, which increases Xiao Li's sense of honor, he raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, showing off with rare interest: "Look, my son." ”His son was dangling two linear arms, as cheerful as a matchstick in a copycat mobile game.The young man's black eyes were like jewels soaked in the mist of the forest, and even in the dark, they looked radiant.His appearance was imprinted in the young man's pupils, Shen Mirage's eyes were bent, and he didn't know whether to praise people or paintings: "Well, it's good-looking." ”Beauty.Xiao Li always felt that something was wrong, glanced at him, and picked up the ancient painting again.Shen Mirage: "Don't say goodbye to your son?"
”Xiao Li: "......
The son is too stupid to understand, forget it. ”Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing on the side listened to it with a groove, and they lost their hatred for their family fans, and they felt a little bit of pity for each other.Xiao Li took the lead and continued to follow the direction pointed by Xiu Ji, while the rest of the people followed behind him.With Xiuji's interruption, most of the original tension dissipated, and Zheng Yi sighed quietly: "This is simply the strangest copy I have ever entered. ”"Who's to say it isn't?"
Seeing that someone took the initiative to speak, Chen Jinghan also sighed, "Mandatory entry, if it weren't for the big guys, maybe we would have to reduce the number of people in the first exhibition hall by half." ”"What the hell is this place?
I've been thinking, what is the way to survive if you go to the lore as soon as you come in?
”With Xiu Ji leading the way, the corridor that couldn't go to the end seems to have come to an end.When everyone reached the fork in the road in the depths of the gallery again, the surrounding walls suddenly became empty.However, the width and height of the corridor have not changed, and the illusion that the reincarnators have is only due to one change - the paintings hanging on the surrounding walls are gone.Bounded by a wide open door, the walls outside the door are inlaid with countless paintings, which spread all the way to the depths, but inside this door, the walls are clean and white, and the visual is suddenly cheerful.Fu Guangbo broke the silence: "That 'initiator' is here?"
”He had never dared to look directly at Xiuhime before, but now he took the opportunity to look at the ancient painting with eyes mixed with fear, joy, and nervousness, and even showed a frightened gaze when he saw the stickman who was called "son" by the big man.This time, Xiao Li didn't look down at Xiuji, because the facts were already very obvious.With a simple "um", he crossed the threshold and went deeper.Inside the gate was a large empty room, like a camera exposure room, dimly lit, with many thin lines hanging from the walls.In the center of the room is a table with a variety of painting tools, including various paints used for oil painting, brushes and ink for ink painting, a small inkstone, and various painting tools.And not far from the table, there is a drawing board.An old figure with his back to the incoming reincarnations, short, slightly hunched, with gray hair, holding a paint pen in his hand, was facing the drawing board in front of him.It would not be surprising if this scene took place in an outside studio, but this is a haunted gallery, and more importantly, this figure only has the upper body.The painting ghost appeared, Zheng Yi and others believed in Xiao Li again, and they were still instinctively nervous and scared at this time, which was a kind of fear that originated from the heart.The painters seem to be in some kind of predicament and have been ignoring them.Xiao Li held the ancient painting in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket, approached the drawing board of the ghost, and found that the other party was painting an oil painting.The paint was painted in red and black, and it was painted over a large area, but at the moment it is impossible to tell what it is.Obviously sensing his approach, the painter didn't raise his head, and put a stroke on the drawing board with paint, drawing a humanoid object, and then said: "Welcome to Pavilion R." ”It made a terrible sound, like the noise of some sharp object rubbing against steel.Xiao Li noticed that the figure it drew at the end of the pen had no face, only a rough outline.And looking at the artist's demeanor and concentration when painting, it could have finished the painting first and then paid attention to them, but the other party chose to leave it blank and stop painting directly.Wouldn't that be illustrative......
The other person is trying to fill the face in the painting with them?
The ghosts and ghosts outside who are locked up in the paintings, could this be how they came about?
The painter never put down the paintbrush in his hand, and looked at the drawing board in front of him with a crazy look and reveled: "I am an artist, and I am not as murderous as other people of the same kind.Since you have come in, you are my prey, and I should kill you all.But if you find me, I can give you this opportunity, if you are willing to pay a price. ”Xiao Li: "What price?"
”The ghost spat out two words: "Vote." ”"I still lack a face in this painting in hand, and I want you to vote for yourselves in the room, and choose one person to be the face in my painting."
At the beginning of the first sentence of the painting ghost's explanation, Fu Guangbo's heartbeat began to accelerate.Uncontrollably, he began to skim over his teammates present with his eyes, and quickly skipped over Xiao Li and the others, but put them on the remaining Chen Jinghan and the others.If he really wanted to vote, Hercule's crowd would not be able to, and there would be only one left—before he could finish his thoughts, he heard a pitch change from the painter approaching a scream.The chosen one will always be present in this painting......
"The painting ghost was about to look up to admire the infighting of human beings, but when his eyes glanced at the ancient painting that Xiao Li was holding in his hand, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.The pupils of the painting ghost dilated for a moment, as if he had seen something incredible: "This, this painting ......"
Xiao Li was surprised, and lowered his head and asked Xiuji: "Know?"
”Xiu Ji covered her face with her sleeve in disgust and shook her head.The painting ghost didn't seem to hear it, and stretched out its finger tremblingly to touch the picture, but was stopped by Xiao Li, and it stumbled and said: "Amazing work, this is an absolute amazing work!"
Did you draw it?
No, it won't be you, how can you be worthy of this human being?
The brushstrokes of this painting are wonderful, this technique, this kind of outline, directly gives the soul of the painting......
Wait, what's that monster in this corner?!
”When he said this, Zheng Yi was not very happy.Zheng Yi himself is not very old, he is prone to congestion of his mind, and he is a typical rebellious teenager, when he heard the painting ghost say this, he directly forgot about his fear, and immediately jumped out to argue for Sherlock: "Why can't he?!"
Hercule was a good painter, and he painted portraits of Bloody Marys. ”- He actually said this from someone on the forum, and this portrait is ranked third in "Sherlock's Ten Unsolved Mysteries".Although Qing Shui also said that Sherlock was not good at painting later, Zheng Yi just looked at it and didn't believe it very much, he felt that Xiao Li's painting must be a thief.Zheng Yi said so sincerely, just like the real thing, the ghosts were stunned: "Bloody Mary?
Portrait?
”Ye Zeqing was in a vague trance: Is Moriarty's painting really that good?
The paintings he saw on the ghost ship were obviously ugly, didn't ......?
And, painting a portrait of Bloody Mary, how does this example seem to have been seen somewhere?
As a fan of Moriarty and Hercule, although Ye Zeqing likes to blow these two names with Zheng Yi, he has always avoided the only shortcoming of the big man of painting skills.As for the deeds of Zheng Yi's male god Sherlock, Ye Zeqing adheres to his usual indifference and never understands it.The corners of Xiao Li's mouth twitched, and now he was difficult to ride a tiger, so he had to cough: "I didn't paint this ancient painting, but I did paint a portrait of her...... painting ghosts: "Is it a real Bloody Mary?"
”Xiao Li reluctantly said, "It's her." ”"Really?"
Xiao Li: "............" is the third time.Xiao Li: "Why don't you ask her yourself." ”He looked at the painter's expression of disbelief, but he looked back very cleanly, looking for candles to no avail, and finally said to the painter, "Do me a favor, draw three candles?"
Another mirror. ”The painter was silent for a moment, perhaps he was really an artist as he claimed, and then he actually pulled out another drawing board and painted three candles in front of the mirror on it.Its painting skills are very good, if it is put in modern times, it must be a contemporary person.The three candles are lifelike in both material and color, and in the dim light, they look like three candles floating in the air, with pale blue flames burning on them, and everything is reflected in the mirror.Xiao Li silently recited "Bloody Mary" three times in his heart, and soon saw the shadow of a blonde beauty appear on the wall of the studio when the candle flame flickered.As soon as Bloody Mary Pu appeared, the first thing she saw was not Xiao Li, but the painted ghost, and just as she raised her eyebrows, she heard the painted ghost ask excitedly: "He......
Did you really paint a portrait?
”Bloody Mary: ???
That's it?
Called her all the way over and asked this?
Xiao Li: "I painted it for you, right?"
”Bloody Mary, who seems to have guessed the situation a little: "............" she may not be human, but Sherlock is a real dog.Of course, she, as a good evil spirit, of course, chose to help him deceive others.The blonde beauty stroked the long hair on her shoulders, and she said in a reministent and nostalgic tone: "Yes, I still remember the way you painted me, I was so expectant, and the real thing did not disappoint me at all."
That painting still sits in my castle, well, think about it, that portrait was the beginning of my response to your call. ”Xiao Li didn't know why, he always felt that the other party's last sentence was a little bit gnashing of teeth.The painting ghost didn't care about Bloody Mary's tone, it got the answer it wanted, and immediately turned its head to Xiao Li and said: "Paint a picture for me, paint a picture in front of me, my lifelong wish is this, to witness works greater than me, so that art is no longer lonely." ”Xiao Li: "......
It's not good. ”Deceitful......
No, liar or something.The painting ghost is quite insistent: "Promise me, I can consider any conditions you have, and paint a picture for me." ”Xiao Li thought about it, but he wasn't ready to take advantage of the danger, he raised a finger: "One painting for another." ”"Equivalent exchange, I give you my painting, you give me a painting that hints at the way of life, and when we leave the museum, we can open each other's paintings."
He was not worried about the other party defaulting, because Bloody Mary acted as a "notary" here.The blonde beauty seemed quite interested in being a helper, as she was able to see another unlucky person poisoned by this guy.The painting ghost hesitated for a moment, but then glanced at the embroidered girl in the ancient painting, and quickly made up his mind: "Okay." ”It discarded the candle-painted panel, took a new one, dipped it in paint, and devoted itself to its latest work.At first, it turned back several times to peek at Xiao Li's painting, but after several attempts, it was blocked by Bloody Mary, and finally gave up.After both parties had finished their paintings, Xiao Li turned his paintings into a roll, handed them to the painters, and exchanged them with each other.The painting ghost was almost so excited that he took Xiao Li's scroll and held it tightly in his hand.Bloody Mary watched the reincarnators walk away until they left the museum, and she turned around with amusement to see the faces of the painted ghosts.Finally......
It's finally visible.The scroll was forced to open in a hurry, and the ghost's old face was filled with a little excitement until it was completely in front of its eyes.Drawing Ghosts: ???
- He was fooled!
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Anonymous submission.In the face of Sherlock, I am submissive, and in the face of the reincarnation, I strike hard.() I wasn't born a European emperor