"Lynch." Wu Ling's voice came from his phone.

"That Bai An, his painting, the painting that was recently posted on his social page, have you seen it?" I couldn't wait to ask.

"Well, Nangong just found it, and we're looking at it now." Wu Ling answered my question first, "We have checked his identity, it is the son of the client of the commission incident." We also watched his debut novel, which is based on that incident. ”

"Hmm. His paintings...... Does he have any abilities? I asked.

If it weren't for his special abilities, how could this Bai An draw so many ghosts and monsters? Some of them were things I had seen and experienced, and some of them were completely unfamiliar to me and I had seen them for the first time. This reassures me a little. At least I can confirm that this Bai An saw not all the things I touched, and he didn't "watch" me. And what he saw was probably just a supernatural thing that appeared in this world.

"Looking at it now, we can conclude that he himself may not even know what he is seeing." Wu Ling said.

I was a little surprised, and I thought that such a conclusion was quite acceptable.

He said in an interview that a lot of inspiration comes from the observation and refinement of life, but more from his own imagination. He sometimes thinks too much and too hard, and dreams of stories at night when he dreams. Think about it day and dream night night. Wu Ling said, "Most of his dreams are nightmares, and all he dreams about are terrifying things. ”

I was also opening the webpage to read Bai An's social page, and as I flipped through it, I turned to the content that Wu Ling said.

As Wu Ling said, this is the creative experience shared by Bai An in an interview.

"So, his ability is to dream of some ghosts that appear in reality?" I asked.

"So far, it seems. We also need a comprehensive analysis of his work to come to a definite conclusion. If necessary, we will contact him and talk to him in person. ”

"Oh......" I looked at the gray painting on the screen, not knowing what to say for a moment.

I seemed a little too excited, but Bai An's paintings did give me a bad feeling.

This feeling...... I can't say it clearly, otherwise I would have told Wu Ling a long time ago.

Maybe my intuition is at work, or maybe Bai An's painting is too good, and the oppressive and terrifying atmosphere is depicted by him, which is even more terrifying than the monsters in reality.

I can only remind Wu Ling to be careful, "...... I always feel that it is very bad......"

"We don't feel that way." Wu Ling said.

I heard Gu Mo's voice on the other end of the phone, "...... He has so many artistic cells, and he is still infected? ”

My face darkened.

Liu Miao's laughter was also heard on the phone.

"I don't feel sick either." Nangong Yao said a word at this time.

I don't know if it was to comfort me, or if he really felt the same way as me.

Gu Mo smacked his lips and didn't speak again.

Wu Ling said that they would deal with it, and hung up the phone.

I put my phone down and looked at Bai An's paintings for a while. I saw that my eyes were sore, and I realized that I looked at it this way, and I watched it for more than three hours.

Bai An publishes works very frequently and is a prolific painter.

Judging by the timing of his releases, this year was his most prolific year, with two or three paintings published almost every week, and nearly one a day in the last month. Each piece is still very delicate, not a draft.

I touched my forehead and found myself in a cold sweat.

Those eerie, eerie images lingered in my mind.

I turned off my notebook, washed up somewhat absentmindedly, and when I got to bed, I still couldn't sleep.

When I close my eyes, I seem to be able to see the monsters all around me.

It's okay to say that it's been solved, like the ghosts of blue-faced ghosts and evil dogs...... I know very well that these are goblins that have been destroyed, and that they can no longer pose a threat to me. Even if I had to do it again, I should be able to fix it. But the ones that haven't been solved, even the ones I haven't seen, make me nervous.

I felt like I heard the sound of rustling in the room. Something was crawling under the bed, something peeking out the window. The closet door seemed to have been pushed open by something, and it hid in the closet, secretly observing me through the cracks. Even inside the quilt, there seems to be something squirming.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the ceiling.

At that moment, I seemed to see a ghost attached to the ceiling, and a scene exactly like one of Bai An's works appeared in front of me.

I exhaled heavily.

That's not a good sign.

Tong Ranran's lessons from the past are not far away.

If I'm going to drive myself crazy, then I'll be the first to become a demon.

I rolled over, faced the wall, and saw the curtains.

The hazy moonlight shone on the curtains.

The curtains weren't very thick, the kind of big flower pattern curtains my mom bought very cheesy. I counted the petals on it, and my eyelids became heavy.

In a trance, I heard the sound of water.

Crash...... Crash......

It was as if someone was brushing the water with their hands.

Crash...... Crash......

I saw the moonlight, I saw the reflection of the moon in the water. The moon in the water is brighter than the moon in the sky. The waterhole is also darker than the canopy of the night.

I stared at the water in distraction. There seemed to be something underwater, swimming upwards, about to surface.

Crash!

The surface of the water was broken, the moon trembled, and the surface of the water rippled.

When the ripples stopped and the surface of the water returned to its original state, it was as if something under the water had dived down again, sinking to the bottom.

"Cards!"

Card?

What the?

I was suddenly awakened to find myself still in the bedroom, lying on my side as I had just been.

I almost fell asleep, I had a dream, and I woke up halfway through.

I felt uncomfortable, but the thoughts in my brain gradually became clearer. The dream just now became blurry.

Crash...... Crash......

"South...... South ......"

Well?

Who's talking?

Crash......

The sound of water was replaced by the sound of noisy talking.

"Nansang!"

"Nanshen, the director called you."

I opened my eyes suddenly.

It's not a dream, I'm still in my bedroom.

I reached out and grabbed my phone and dialed Wu Ling.

As the call came, my heart kept beating faster.

"Hello?" Wu Ling's voice came.

"Where is Nantian now?" I asked.

Wu Ling on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds, "He should have a job, and he hasn't pestered Nangong recently." What are you dreaming about? ”

"I don't know. Not quite right. It's not that kind of dream, it's not the usual kind of ...... I didn't see him, but I saw Bai An's painting, the latest one! I also heard someone shouting Nantian and talking about the director or something. "I held my forehead and tried desperately to recall the details in those clips.

But what I saw was a blurry fragment with no details at all.

"Wait a minute."

There was a sound of movement on the other end of the phone.

I heard Wu Ling call Nangong Yao, what did they say.

After a while, I heard Wu Ling's voice again.

"Nantian is now filming in country J, and the tentative title of the play is "Murder in Hot Spring Villa", a detective mystery drama. He plays a major supporting role. ”

"Hot springs? Open-air hot springs? And is it filming at night? I asked.

"I don't know. Nantian is now filming, and it is one of his assistants who answers the phone. I have to wait until his role ......" Wu Ling explained to me, but he stopped halfway through his words.

In the distance, I heard Nangong Yao's loud inquiry on the other side of the phone.

"What's going on on set?! Feed! Who sank into the water?! ”

As I listened, my heart pounded. Since I woke up, my heart has been pounding non-stop, and my heart has skipped a beat. I suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Nantian ...... Nantian ...... Think of Nantian, or Nantian's assistant...... I should have seen Nantian's assistant. When I was in the studio, I met Nantian for the first time. There are Mo Wen, Nantian, and others in that crew. There are quite a few people around them.

Hurry up...... Hurry up! Hurry up and get into the dreamland!

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