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It was almost dawn, which meant that Zhou Ze and Lao Dao were actually on this side of the lawn, standing still and maintaining this movement for a long, long time.
Fortunately, at this time, there were basically no people walking around in the dormitory building, and no one noticed that there were still two people standing there stupidly.
Otherwise, if there is any unexpected painting, there is no way to take care of it at all, just like the reason why Tieguai Li died possessing the body of the beggar is because his physical body encountered an accident when he wandered out.
The old man sat in the car, took out the Dieda wine in the car, and rubbed his knees. At this time, he was already a little messy. The illusion before and the reality now, the two inseparable feelings of truth and falsehood kept coming. Harassing him, he didn't know where the pain was real and where the pain was fake.
It's like when a person has just landed after swimming, he always feels a little uncomfortable with gravity.
Zhou Ze also sat in the co-pilot seat, and in front of him was the notebook.
The cover of the notebook is blue, very low-key and ordinary.
"Boss, what the hell is going on here? How can it become like that by looking at a notebook?"
The old man has always been curious about this. For some unknown reason, a memory of him and his boss entering the school was erased, and he went directly to Block B.
In fact,
Block b does not exist,
The dormitory teacher inside also does not exist, the half-length boy, Zhao Baogang who walks upside down, the aunt who adds boiling water to the thermos, etc., actually do not exist.
But that kind of non-existent but extremely real feeling, the subconscious inertia of "seamless connection", is really terrifying.
"Have you heard of "Painted Wall"?" Zhou Ze asked.
"I've seen the movie." The old man replied.
"It's a story in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio." Zhou Ze tilted his head on the armchair, "It's almost the same thing, but in that story, people entered the world of murals, and this time, we It is to enter the world in this notebook. If you guessed correctly, there should be some pen drawings in the notebook, and everything we saw in that dormitory building was drawn in it."
"Is it that exaggerated?"
"Now there is only one question, what the hell is that Sun Qiu?"
If Zhou Ze hadn't realized Sun Qiu's problem at this time, then he would really be in vain.
From when that guy entered the bookstore to tell the story, to when he and Lao Dao entered Pingchao Middle School and were guided by a black cat to find this notebook, the whole thing was actually linked together.
Someone is guiding and manipulating behind the scenes, as if they are waiting for all this to happen.
This feeling makes people very uncomfortable. Normal people don't want to be other people's marionettes.
And the scene of the girl in the corridor deep in the corridor he saw when he "closed" the notebook reminded him of the little girl in Sancun Village again. She was cute, hungry, and well-behaved.
Bai Yingying was directly knocked down by the other party, and she played with bondage.
Previously, Zhou Ze thought that the other party was some kind of high-spirited person who didn't know what to do, and did good deeds without leaving a name, but who knew, she was actually not that simple.
In fact, Zhou Ze can guess some of the intentions of the six pen drawings found in the dormitory, especially the one about the old man.
Paintings, like movies, are all fake, and they are not considered to exist in the strict sense. The pictures and characters in the paintings can naturally be unrestrained.
For example, the dormitory building can be bent, for example, ghosts appear one after another in it, you don¡¯t need to explain any reason, but the fake is fake after all, how to make it real?
? Let a living person die inside, in a fake world, let a real living person die, from point to point, can make the original fake thing have the ability to affect reality.
Just like some financing scams, their gimmicks and all the publicity are basically fake, but they can attract financing in reality and defraud a huge amount of money. In the end, it doesn¡¯t matter whether it is true or not. It has successfully stirred wind and rain in reality.
And because I am a "dead person" and not a living person, the protagonist of that painting has become an old man.
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows. To be honest, this matter was a bit out of order, and it was uncomfortable to be stared at and calculated.
"Meow!"
When a cat meowed, the old Taoist sitting in the cab who was rubbing medicinal wine was taken aback for a moment, and quickly looked out the window. On the overpass not far away, there was a black cat crouching there, looking at??'s book fell to the ground.
"Put it away. Although this thing is badly damaged now, it is still useful. Later, you can even catch some ghosts in it.
For example, Yan¡¤Ghost or something, and then you can go in and have a look when you think about it. In terms of experience, it is absolutely full of the current vr adult technology. "
The little girl withdrew her hand and looked at Zhou Ze carefully again,
"I'm going down. I'll come up next time. It's difficult. You can keep a low profile as much as possible. Of course, there's no need to wrong yourself. Forget it. Anyway, after your last life, you seem to be used to it."
"You know me?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Hmm, do you still think that the you in your previous life is the real you?" the little girl asked back.
"If you want to tell me about your past life, it's too cliche and bloody." Zhou Ze said.
"Then let me tell you a more bloody story. I really knew you in my previous life." The little girl blinked, looked at Zhou Ze,
"Then, you raped me."
"" Zhou Ze.
"How about it, dog blood?"
Zhou Ze nodded.
"You were so young back then?" Zhou Ze asked.
He wanted to know if he was such a beast in his previous life.
The little girl bent over with a smile,
Then began to grow slowly,
A thin layer of black mist enveloped her,
It's hard to see her face clearly, but she did look like an adult woman.
Zhou Ze felt a little more comfortable,
fine,
It's not that beastly.
However,
What Zhou Ze couldn't see was that the woman's face in the black mist was actually the face of an old woman wrinkled to the point of chilling.
The old woman was wearing a dark golden robe and a rosy crown, with countless graces, but that face did not match her figure and temperament very well. It was like an extremely perfect work of art. Being ruined is the same as being distorted.
"I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you slowly, wait for you to climb up step by step, wait until the day you return to the underworld to be sealed, and wait for you to remember something about your previous life."
"Don't do this, you will make me feel that I am on the wrong set, we are not filming "Legend of Sword and Fairy"."
"At that time, I will kill you again, and personally put you into the animal realm, only then will I have the pleasure of revenge.
Your growth is really too slow, so slow that I can't stand it anymore, I can only show you a few good things to make you gain weight quickly. "
"" Zhou Ze.
Suddenly, I felt that it would be better to simply go to the wrong set than it is now.
"Hehehe"
The woman's figure and the surrounding black mist dissipated in an instant, sinking into the ground.
she left,
Go very simply.
The car door was opened, and the old man with a clear footprint on his face came out rubbing his face,
Facing the position where the woman disappeared, he snorted dissatisfiedly:
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