Chapter 364 New paintings to arrive
The next day.
A large number of office workers could not sleep because of the heated discussions online, but they were not fined or anything like that.
After all, their bosses were also discussing it all night long yesterday. Although those bosses have seen the world, they seem to be no different from ordinary people at this extraordinary level.
"Boss, I brought you what you asked for." A person suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the villa. The only ones who could call him that were Zhang San and Chang Xin, and the one with the ghost domain must have It's Chang Xin.
He first put a large bag in his hand into the safe house, and then called Lin Yuanqing.
After all, this thing cannot be exposed. This can be said to be the only necessary flaw left by Lin Yuanqing.
With a flash of black light, Lin Yuanqing appeared in front of Chang Xin. He was still wearing pajamas and was obviously not awake yet, but he did not look drowsy.
Yes, he is a ghost. Sleep is just a habit that remains, not a necessity. Of course, there is no such sleepy feeling.
"You go and take a rest first and wait for the arrangements from Confucius." Lin Yuanqing said, turned and walked towards the safe house.
Chang Xin didn't say anything, but turned around and walked outside. However, the black palm mark on the back of his left hand showed that he was also a ghost slave!
Lin Yuanqing came to the safe house and immediately saw a large package. He stepped forward and opened it, and a golden rectangular gold box appeared.
Looking at the number, there should be more than twenty. It was beyond Lin Yuanqing's expectation that so many paintings could be collected in one day.
He originally thought that there would only be one or two pairs at most. After all, those people were quite uncooperative. He didn't expect there to be so many.
I chose one that was more pleasing to the eye and opened it, and instantly there seemed to be a hint of coldness in the entire safe house.
This is an oil painting of a rice field, with a dark red color overall. The painter is very skilled, but it looks depressing.
In the center of the rice field above the painting, a scarecrow with open hands is extremely strange. Staring at it will make people unconsciously exude fear in their hearts.
It’s as if this scarecrow is the biggest fear in people’s hearts, it’s very weird.
Lin Yuanqing closed the golden box. This was indeed a supernatural item, and it was also a supernatural item that could attack consciousness.
But there was nothing on it that attracted him, which meant that the painting was not painted with his blood.
Lin Yuanqing shook his head, opened another painting, and then closed it again. As expected, even the paintings were not that easy to find.
Twenty paintings were quickly opened, and there was not even one painting he needed.
Lin Yuanqing did some processing on these paintings and put them into the ring, then walked out thoughtfully.
The fuel is used to paint the oil paintings in the post office. Is it only those paintings in the post office? But after the post office has been established for so long, does it mean that a ghost came out to paint one?
Thinking about things, Lin Yuanqing opened the door of the safe house and walked outside.
And when he couldn't see it, there was a flash of coldness in the safe house, as if there was some kind of fluctuation.
Lin Yuanqing, who was walking in front, paused. His ghost eyes instantly opened. Looking around, he could only see traces of supernatural fluctuations, but nothing else was found.
He frowned. Could it be caused by some kind of supernatural explosion in those paintings just now?
Thinking about it, his ghost realm opened and instantly enveloped the entire Daming City, but nothing unusual was found.
The supernatural beings have been cleaned up very cleanly. If there were no foreign supernatural beings or supernatural invasion, then there should be no supernatural incidents in Daming City, at least not in the urban area.
Daming City is so big that even Lin Yuanqing's current ghost realm cannot cover it at all.
Taking back the ghost realm, Lin Yuanqing sat on the sofa and continued to meditate on oil paintings.
Lunch time.
In a remote small village in Daming City, farmers here were holding bowls and listening to a young man talking about the official website yesterday.
Because this place is too backward and remote, it is very poor. There are not many people who have access to the Internet. There are only a few young people in the whole village who have gone to the city to make a living.
The young man was reading the text on yesterday's official website with great emotion, and added his own guesses and the results of discussions with some netizens.
When it comes to the video, these villagers have a look of fear on their faces, but they can’t help but want to continue listening. After all, this is something officially announced.
Just as they showed fear, in a golden wheat field in their village, the golden color seemed to dim a bit, and the corners of the mouths of several scarecrows in the wheat field that drove away birds seemed to curl up slightly. .
The geese flying in the sky seemed to sense something and avoided the wheat field, as if something dangerous had driven them away.
Gradually, the changes in the wheat fields became more intense. The wind blew, and the shaking of the wheat fields and the shaking of the scarecrow combined together gave people a cold feeling at noon.
"What you Xiao Zhang just said was so good, I almost felt scared." A middle-aged farmer wearing a straw hat and holding a sickle in his hand said.
"That's right! You don't even know whose father it is, I was there." Another middle-aged man's eyes were full of pride, as if others praised his son more happily than they praised him.
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged farmer wearing a straw hat: "Old Zhang, do you think there is something wrong?"
Old Zhang was interrupted He was about to blurt out the boast, a little unswervingly, he took a look and found nothing wrong, and said : "Old Huang, are you scared out of your wits? There is nothing wrong with this, except that it is cooler than usual."
As Lao Zhang spoke, his tone gradually became softer. After he raised his head, he always felt that The hand-knitted scarecrow was looking at him, but upon closer inspection there was nothing wrong with it.
It was just that his son had just talked about what was officially released, and he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious for a while.
"How about we ask your son to come and take a look?" Lao Huang's voice trembled, and he was obviously more frightened.
"No, what if it's really true? Let's report the crime directly!" Lao Zhang shook his head directly. As a father, it is impossible to harm his own children.
“Yes, yes, report the crime, report the crime, what’s the phone number that Xiao Zhang mentioned?” The two of them backed away as they spoke, and took out a push-button machine, a very old style.
“I don’t know, let’s fight the demon spirit!” Lao Zhang said and dialed the phone.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered. It must be because more people called after the supernatural revelation.
"Hello, this is the crime reporting service center. Do you need any help?" A young lady's voice rang as soon as the phone was connected.
"There seems to be a ghost here, Mr. Wang. What's wrong, Mr. Wang? Help, ah, ah, ah~"
The continuous screams and the words of the ghost made the little boy who answered the phone Her sister's expression became serious. She immediately reported the recording through the emergency channel and began to trace the source of the signal. (End of this chapter)