In Room 404 of Xiangyang Community, Lin Qian lay on the bed after taking a shower, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes. After leaving Huanggang Village, Lin Qian went home directly. Even Yang Jian invited him to dinner, but he refused.
He doesn't want to meet a starving man now, and Zhao Kaiming, he still has very important things to do.
He must find a way to completely control the ghost painting in a very short period of time. This is what he needs to worry about most now.
"It's not easy to completely control ghost paintings, but now I don't even know how to control ghost paintings. What should I do?"
"If I still can't find a way, sooner or later I will die from the resurrection of the ghost. After all, the ghost painting is an S-level supernatural event, and her supernatural power is not that easy to obtain."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian got a headache. He didn't even dare to take a look at the ghost paintings now. This was a painting with ghost paintings and supernatural features. When he took a look at it, he was equivalent to saying to the ghost painting lady:
"Come, come to me. As long as you find me, I will die for you. See how caring I am."
As for why the ghost painting in Lin Qian's room is okay, it's very simple. It is his ghost painting, and it is one of the most convenient ways for him to freely enter and exit the ghost painting.
"Hey, I can't figure out how to control the ghost painting. Why don't you consider asking Yang Jian to borrow some human skin paper?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian gave up the idea again:
"If you're not careful with this thing like human skin paper, you'll be taken into a ditch, and you won't even know how you died!"
"If human skin paper doesn't work, what about the ghost closet?"
Lin Qian's eyes lit up when he thought of the ghost closet. This would do:
"Yes, human skin paper is not enough, but there is also a ghost kitchen. Although the trading conditions of the ghost kitchen are a bit deceptive, at least they are real!"
"If that's the case, I should prepare a few ghosts. As far as I'm concerned, it would be unreasonable not to have a few ghosts."
"But, where can we find ghosts? Is it possible to rob them? But who should they rob?"
This put Lin Qian in a bit of a dilemma. After thinking about it, Lin Qian felt that it was better to go and see what conditions the ghost closet required. Then he would be ready. After all, controlling ghost paintings is not an easy task.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian fell asleep and said:
"When I wake up, I'll go find the Ghost Chef to make a deal."
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But he said that in Guanjiang Community, in a small building of the Republic of China, there was a red closet in a room.
The room was dim and silent, and just when Lin Qian was sure to wake up and came to find the ghost kitchen, the red cupboard trembled slightly, once or twice. As time went by, the red cupboard trembled slightly.
A black hand slowly stretched out from the red cupboard.
The hand stretched longer and longer until it touched a notebook and stopped stretching.
In this dark and damp room, something strange happened. The moment the black hand touched the note, it grabbed the note in its hand, and then suddenly retracted it.
In just a moment, the hand grabbed the notes and retracted into the cupboard, the window closed instantly, and then there was deathly silence.
I don’t know how long it took, but the cupboard began to change again. The black hand slowly stretched out from the cupboard again, and the black hand held a brown notebook, and the previous notebook had disappeared.
fly.
As the black hand stretched longer and longer, I don't know how much time passed, but the black hand had already reached the place where the note was sent, and just like before, the black hand stopped again.
Time passed slowly, and the black hand slowly placed the brown note in his hand where it originally placed the note.
Then the black hand slowly returned to the cupboard, and there was no more movement.
The room returned to its previous appearance, dark and dead, as if the scene just now had never happened, if the brown notebook was not still there.
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The next afternoon, Lin Qian rubbed his eyes and yawned:
“I had a really comfortable sleep this time. I’ve been busy for so long and it’s hard to get a good night’s sleep.”
Lin Qian stretched, got off the bed, went to the bathroom, washed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. Lin Qian was suddenly stunned and touched the mirror in disbelief:
"How could, how could this happen?"
Looking at the scene in the mirror, Lin Qian felt a numbness in her scalp. At this moment, she saw a beautiful woman in the mirror, hugging a young man, with a pair of fair and slender hands pierced by a gold candlestick.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qian was confused:
"Ghost painting! Why does it appear in the mirror? It's impossible. If the ghost painting appeared near me, I would feel it, but now it's clear that nothing happens."
Looking at the ghost painting and herself in the mirror, Lin Qian was sure that the ghost painting did not appear in her home:
"Is this just a manifestation of the supernatural?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes:
"It seems that we must find a way to completely control the ghost painting as soon as possible. I have to go to the ghost closet to see if it has a method that I can accept!"
Lin Qian thought like this, not looking at the woman or herself in the mirror. The more she looked at it, the more it looked more and more eye-catching, but she still stopped looking.
Lin Qian simply packed up, had some breakfast, stopped a taxi on the roadside, and headed to Guanjiang Community.
Since it was morning, there was some traffic jam on the road. After all, today is not a weekend, so it is normal to have some traffic jam.
Lin Qian looked at the slow speed of the car and was not in a hurry. He just took his time. He now felt that it was quite good at this time. As long as he didn't hit ghosts, it was good.
After experiencing the morning rush hour, Lin Qian arrived at Guanjiang Community an hour later, got off the car and paid the fare. Lin Qian looked at the unfinished community and smiled.
Lin Qian walked straight in and walked to the gate of the community. He saw no one along the way. Seeing this situation, Lin Qian knew what was going on.
After walking around, Lin Qian discovered that the small building from the Republic of China was a very old house.
Arriving in front of the building, Lin Qian walked in without hesitation. Walking inside, the first floor was very dark, with a lingering damp and moldy smell.
Lin Qian didn't pay attention and came to the second floor. Looking at the surrounding walls made of blue bricks, Lin Qian walked directly towards the second room, where the ghost closet was.
Arriving at the door, Lin Qian looked at the third room next to it. It was a door made of wood, with seven or eight locks on it, and it had been cut:
"It seems some workers did it."
Lin Qian thought in her heart and looked at the bronze door in front of her. There was no keyhole:
"The ghost closet is inside, but I don't know what it looks like. I heard there is a ghost in it. It seems to be conceptual."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian couldn't help but laugh, with a cold look in her eyes:
"I don't care what type of ghost you are, as long as you can completely control the ghost paintings, I will trade with you even if you are an S-level supernatural being!"