After finding the oil painting that was probably related to Sun Rui's disappearance, Yue Li and Yang Jian immediately looked at it carefully.
However, in these oil paintings during the day, it seems that there are no clues that can be found by just relying on the eyes;
"The painting needs to be taken down." Yang Jian said directly.
"Let me do it."
Before Yang Jian could order anyone, the messenger named Zhou Ze volunteered to take over the task.
Yang Jian looked at Zhou Ze deeply, but did not refuse.
Seeing this, Zhou Ze stopped talking nonsense and walked directly towards the painting.
It's just that the painting is hung a bit high. If you just stand on the ground, you can't touch the oil painting even if you stretch your arms.
Let alone wanting to take it off, it would be even more impossible.
Zhou Ze stood in front of the wall and thought for a moment, then climbed directly onto the counter next to him.
Standing here, you can just touch the painting hanging on the wall.
Zhou Ze grabbed the photo frame and wanted to take it off.
It's a pity that the oil painting is motionless, as if the oil painting is mounted on the wall.
"There's something wrong with this oil painting. I can't take it off." Zhou Ze immediately turned around and said to Yue Li and Yang Jian behind him.
"The oil paintings here on the first floor seem to be no different from those on the fifth floor." Yue Li muttered in a low voice:
"It stands to reason that it can't be taken off, unless someone is doing something weird."
Yue Li's eyes were fixed on the oil painting, or to be more precise, on the content in the oil painting.
That is the old man in the painting.
When he was on the fifth floor before, Yang Jian was attacked by something strange in the oil painting.
The oil painting in the post office is the same, so there must be something wrong with the old man in this oil painting.
After listening to Yue Li's words, others also reacted and began to observe the oil painting.
Yang Jian even opened his ghost eyes to peek;
Although his ghost eyes were affected by the post office at this time, it was not very serious, at least it did not affect his ability to peek.
"The old man in the painting moved." Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed slightly and he said in a deep voice.
"I saw it too." Yue Li nodded seriously.
Just now, he also saw the old man sitting by the window in the oil painting, suddenly blinking strangely;
It seemed that he glanced this way intentionally or unintentionally.
"The person in the oil painting blinked his eyes just now and tried to turn around, but he stopped again." Wang Yong said.
Although the movement was very small, everyone present was either an experienced messenger or a famous ghost controller, and all of them had good observation skills.
So we paid attention to this detail.
"It seems that there is indeed something wrong with this painting, and it may be related to the disappearance of Sun Rui you mentioned."
The bald man named Long Ge on the side moved his eyes slightly and came to a conclusion.
Regarding this conclusion, neither Yue Li nor Yang Jian expressed their opinions.
It is right to say that there is something wrong with this oil painting, but to say that it is related to Sun Rui's disappearance, there are still some key evidence and clues missing.
So Yue Li observed the problematic oil painting again.
At this moment, the old man in the painting had a completely new change.
The old man who was originally sitting on the chair suddenly stood up strangely and then turned around to face the front.
It's like observing the people in the hall from the front.
Seeing this change, the messengers couldn't help but show a hint of worry.
But Yue Li and the others looked at the old man in the oil painting without changing their expressions.
Just when he thought the old man in the oil painting would move more, the portrait hanging on the wall actually became loose and fell off.
You must know that Zhou Ze couldn't take it off just now despite using a lot of strength.
Now it falls automatically, there must be something wrong.
Zhou Ze's face suddenly became solemn, but the movements of his hands did not delay at all.
He immediately caught the fallen oil painting, then carefully placed it on the counter, and then quickly pulled away a little distance.
Yue Li had no idea about Zhou Ze's cautious behavior.
When you are not strong enough, when facing unknown things, it is indeed safer to stay away.
However, Yue Li was not afraid at all and walked forward directly;
He looked at the oil paintings on the counter carefully.
The old man in the oil painting also stared at him with his eyes, as if he were looking at a dead person.
A trace of disdain suddenly flashed in Yue Li's eyes;
Although these oil paintings are a bit weird, according to Yue Li's observations, these things are more like the products of some kind of supernatural being.
It is completely different from the ghost painting outside.
Even Yue Li, a ghost painter, was not very worried, let alone the oil painting in front of him.
"Is Sun Rui's disappearance really related to this painting?"
At this time, Yang Jian also walked over slowly, looking at the oil painting in front of him, his expression moved slightly.
"I'm not sure whether Sun Rui's disappearance is related to this oil painting, but I am certain that Sun Rui was studying this painting three days ago."
Zhong Yan is also sure about this matter. She can only tell the clues she knows. As for the rest, she can only rely on Yue Li and Yang Jian to judge for themselves.
Yue Li and Yang Jian also knew this, so they didn't say anything more and just continued to observe the oil painting in front of them.
But relying solely on observation, they didn't find any valuable clues.
Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to have thought of something, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.
Then he didn't say anything and directly stretched out a hand to touch the surface of the oil painting on the counter.
After his previous experience on the fifth floor, Yang Jian was more cautious this time.
This time he did not use his normal hand, but stretched out his ghost hand.
When his ghostly hand touched the surface of the oil painting, something strange happened.
His ghost hand sank slowly as if submerged in water.
Seeing this scene, a look of confusion flashed in Yue Li's eyes.
When he was on the fifth floor before, Yang Jian's arms had penetrated deeply into the oil paintings, and the oil paintings on the first floor were the same as those on the fifth floor.
Naturally it should be possible.
Moreover, the oil paintings here are related to ghost paintings, and the most surprising thing about ghost paintings is the ghost painting world linked to the oil paintings.
Therefore, it is extremely normal that the oil paintings in the post office are linked to some special places.
But now Yue Li didn't think much about it. His attention was completely attracted by the oil painting.
Because just when Yang Jian's hand was submerged in the oil painting, the old man in the oil painting once again showed new changes.
The old man actually started to move again.
He was slowly retreating, as if Yang Jian's palm was about to touch him, forcing the old man in the painting to retreat.
Soon, the old man in the oil painting had retreated behind the wall.
At this time, others also saw that Yang Jian's arm was submerged in the oil painting, as well as the changes in the old man in the oil painting.
But it was precisely because of seeing it that everyone's expressions became particularly solemn.
If Yang Jian can reach into the oil painting, then the whole person should also be able to do it.
If you think about it this way, Sun Rui should also be able to do it.
According to this logic, Sun Rui may really have disappeared into the oil painting.
That's why they found no trace of Sun Rui in the post office.
