Chapter 376 Keeper of the village, a burning village
Bai Yue turned the three paintings over, turned them over, and took them up and down a few times: "And these three paintings are different. These two are the boss's skillful paintings. The paintings are very vivid and the expressions on his face are very
In place.”
She took out the poisoned one separately: "But this one is different. This painting looks like a real painting."
Xi Chubei wondered: "Don't the remaining two pictures look like paintings?"
"Not like." Bai Yue said seriously: "It looks like two dead people."
Xi Chubei shrank his neck, and the gloomy feeling became aggravated. Bai Yue in his impression was clearly a soft, gentle and gentle girl. Could it be that it was because he was too seriously injured that time.
So, are you in a trance and wrong?
Jian Yu said: "Liang Meng, go outside and guard it. If someone comes to deliver the painting, accept the painting and follow him quietly."
Liang Meng was leaving as expected.
Jian Yu took Bai Yue to find out about the inn shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper received a lot of rewards yesterday. Although he was quarreled until midnight, he felt very happy. He was settled now and planned to buy a few more gossips to raise.
"Cheer officer." The shopkeeper smiled: "What are you asking for?"
Jian Yu said: "I want to ask you something."
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly.
"Have any murders happened in our town over the years?"
The shopkeeper was stunned for a while: "No, I haven't heard of it. Our town is not big. It takes less than a long time for everyone to know which dog bit his neighbor's chicken to death. I have never heard of a murder."
This is true in small places. It’s okay to die alone, and it can be spread all over the streets and alleys.
Bai Yue frowned and said, "Think about it carefully, what are the fires, hangings, and chopping people in the street..."
The shopkeeper seemed to remember something, and said, "Did you go to the ghost market last night?"
The ghost market is so close, it is not covered up. Even if most people dare not go there, they cannot afford to go there. They must have heard of it. And there are definitely people who like to join in the fun.
"It's true." The shopkeeper looked at the expressions of the two of them and said, "Did the guest look at the painting stall in the ghost city? The owner of the stall will draw people to death, and the paintings are very well-deserved, which can scare people.
Now.”
As expected, the Ghost Market is not a secret, and it is not a secret that the dead stalls in the Ghost Market are drawn. I guess everyone in the village knows it.
Bai Yue looked curious: "Why did the boss who painted so much like that? He can't have seen it before?"
She didn't believe it, and no one except her had doubted this.
The shopkeeper said, "Oh, that happened decades ago. Let's go south fifty miles further south. There is a village called Yucun, which is a small village with not many people. Later, I don't know what happened.
A big fire burned from the entrance to the end of the village, burning most of the people in the village to death, and the rest were moved out. The village gradually became deserted and there were no people."
The two nodded, but what does this have to do with the paintings in the ghost market? How old is the painter in the ghost market? He probably hasn't been born in the fire decades ago. Besides, there is only one kind of death in the fire.
There are countless kinds of methods that cannot be destroyed.
The shopkeeper said: "The painter in the ghost market is not from Yu Village. He passed by. He stayed in Yu Village for one night and then had nightmares all night. The ones he drew were all dreams in Yu Village.
”
There is such a legendary story, Jian Yu and Bai Yue looked at each other.
Bai Yue couldn't help but say, "Then why did he draw it?"
"I don't know much about this." The shopkeeper scratched his head: "It's probably because I was shocked, so I feel uncomfortable if I don't draw it? What do you think in my heart are so clear?
of?"
This is quite right. Bai Yue nodded. Artists do have some ideas that ordinary people cannot understand.
Jian Yu said: "Then do you know where this painter lives?"
The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I don't know. No one has seen him on weekdays. Even though he knows that he is painting in the ghost market, he doesn't go there often."
Fortunately, Jian Yu had already asked Liang Meng to stare at him, and as long as the other party sent a painting, he would leave the person behind.
But Jian Yu still had a trick of chess. In the afternoon, the remaining paintings were delivered, but the person did not come.
Jian Yu was very depressed.
"The one who sent the painting was a child." Liang Meng said: "It was said that one person gave him a handful of candy and asked him to send it. He asked him what the man looked like. Although his face was unclear, his age was just like his body.
The painter last night.”
Bai Yue took the remaining few pictures to read.
As he looked, Bai Yue's face turned a little ugly.
"What's wrong?" Jian Yu whispered. He also looked over. He saw that although these paintings had already been paid for, they were not fooled at all. They were the same as before. The paintings were vivid and vivid, so that people could see them.
You can feel the pain and despair of the people in the painting.
"What's wrong." Bai Yue jogged upstairs, opened the three paintings he brought back yesterday, and took out the poisoned one and put them together with the rocks.
Everyone gathered together to look at it, and then they saw the difference. Especially when they lined up all the drawings, they were indeed a little different.
Everyone thought in their hearts how this was possible, no, but the facts were right in front of them, and Bai Yue still said it.
"The painting I added temporarily yesterday, painted on the spot, and died of poisoning. He didn't draw it very well. Because it was imagined and can be explained."
"But after a night, another painting that was temporarily added, not within his skillful range, returned to his level, and was as vivid as if it was real."
A bold and terrible guess rose from everyone's hearts.
Even Shi Wentian and Shirakawa, who are well-informed, think it is unlikely: "How many people have been killed overnight in order to draw this painting?"
What a madness this is.
"Unless he dreams whatever he wants, he can only explain this way." Bai Yue said: "But looking at the ones he drew in front, it would not be surprising if he could do these things."
Seeing a dead person draws a dead person, this is a lunatic. It is normal for a lunatic to do anything.
Jian Yu pondered for a moment: "It seems that we are going to Yu Village."
They have always been like this when they go out and will not deliberately look for anything, but they cannot pretend that they have not seen it even if they touch it.
"Go." Bai Yue was very supportive: "The village was in a fire decades ago and there were no one living there now. Wouldn't it be like a ghost village? Go and see, what if someone pretends to be a ghost and kills people's lives?"
Jian Yu glanced at Bai Yue.
Don't think I don't know. You actually want to see if there are any strange things. You can take them back and decorate your haunted house.
Bai Yue has been like a hamster for a while, and he has to take back any good things when he sees them, trying hard not to get the stranger in her small house, and ghosts and gods take a detour.
"Miss Bai is right." Liang Meng said immediately: "What if the painter is trying hard to achieve excellence and plans to study what it looks like to kill him? We can't delay it. If we go early, maybe we can save people."