this is not a joke

Chapter 192 Graffiti (please subscribe!)
This child is a little boy, his figure in the aisle is fleeting, and he may be around five or six years old in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, Wei An also noticed that he was holding a paintbrush in his hand.

Looking at the various graffiti on the surrounding walls, it should be the masterpiece of this child.

However, there are graffiti on the higher places on the wall, and more than one place is densely packed, which is impossible to get at the height of the child just now.

So there may be more than one person who draws, maybe there are adults, not necessarily.

Every floor in this second rumor mission is not to be taken lightly, especially this last one.

Wei An looked around, and now he didn't know what to do on this floor to make the elevator door close.

Looking back, the elevator door at this time does not need to be blocked by anything, it will not close by itself, unless the task on this floor is completed, and then return to the elevator and press the door close button, it will respond.

Soon Wei An chose the aisle on the right and walked there.

To complete the task here, it may be related to this graffiti kid. If possible, he is going to contact him first.

Coming to the corridor on the right, looking all the way, the corridor guardrail here and the opposite wall are full of graffiti, which makes Wei An feel uncomfortable at first glance.

Although I saw a lot of graffiti on the elevator just now, it was not so dense, and there were more and more weird patterns.

Wei An doesn't have trypophobia, but after seeing so many graffiti, he still has an indescribable discomfort. When he looked carefully at these patterns, he quickly found the reason for his discomfort.

Although these patterns look fragmented, after a closer look, it is found that they were originally complete, but they were intentionally split into several pieces during the process of being drawn.

For example, a cartoon dress is decomposed into four pieces when it is drawn, and each is separated by a certain distance.There is also a small tabby cat pet with its head in the front and tail in the middle, but its body and limbs are all broken and scattered.

Immediately, Wei An saw an adult who had been drawn. Not only was the limbs of this adult disassembled by the paintbrush, but even his face was drawn into several pieces, as if a complete piece of glass had fallen to the ground and was completely separated.

The most important thing is that there is a part of the separated face, the eye is wide open, and the eye socket is covered with bloodshot eyes, which makes people feel creepy.

Wei An walked along the corridor all the way, and all the pictures he saw were like this. Most of the complete people and objects were separated, and after being separated, they were interspersed in other patterns. I can't see what these things are painted on.

As he walked, he looked at it, and he felt that his whole body was not good after only half of it, so he stopped looking at it, but Wei An also noticed that the doors of the rooms in this corridor were closed, so he tried to open it. One or two rooms, but found that the door locks are all locked.

With the experience of the last ghost talk, Wei An is not going to let it be locked this time, but has to find a way to open these doors to see if there is any kind of black energy that can allow him to successfully build a spiritual barrier.

He quickly walked to the end of the corridor, unexpectedly, when he reached the door of the last room, he found that the door was open, and it was not concealed, but completely open.

Wei An stood at the door and took a look inside, only to find that there was not a single piece of furniture in the room.

But instead, there are graffiti all over the walls of the room, and all kinds of patterns are even on the ceiling.

Wei An didn't see anyone in the outer room, he walked slowly into the room, and when he reached the door leading to the inner room, he saw the little boy he saw just now lying in a corner near the window foot of the inner room, as if I'm painting there.

After waiting for a while, Wei An saw that the little boy was drawing seriously, and he didn't even notice that he was coming, and he didn't feel any danger here.

Gently knocked on the door of the back room, the little boy was still lying on the ground concentrating on painting, without any response.

Wei An coughed lightly again.

At this time, the little boy heard it, and the paintbrush fell. He was still lying on the ground, and turned his head to look at it, with a surprised expression on his face.

"You are……"

"Hi, I'm a passerby who stumbled here by mistake." Wei An said, "I can't find my way out. What are you doing here?"

After scrambling in strange stories for so long, Wei'an now has a unique experience and perception of the weirdness in each strange story. At this time, he can perceive that the other party does not seem to be weird.

Holding the paintbrush, the little boy got up from the ground and asked curiously, "Uncle, why don't you wear clothes?"

Wei An: "Uh...the clothes are hanging on the roof. What's your name?"

The little boy said: "I'm Xiao Rui, can't you go out too?"

"Well, I can't find a way out." Wei An nodded, then pointed to the wall, "Did you... all draw these?"

The little boy pointed to a painting that was about the same height as himself, and replied, "Here, here, and here are all drawn by me."

Wei An understood what he meant, that is, the paintings below his height were all drawn by him, including the ones drawn by the little boy lying on the ground just now.

"Your painting... who taught you? Your parents?" Wei An squatted down, looking at the little boy whose face was still stained with some paint pens.

The boy Xiaorui replied: "No, the young lady taught me. The young lady draws very well."

Wei An was taken aback, and pointed to the paintings on the ceiling and high on the wall, "Are these paintings drawn by young ladies?"

Xiao Rui nodded, "Some of them were drawn by my young lady and me."

Wei An noticed this, because some of these paintings seemed to him to be graffiti, and some of the paintings only had the outline of a human figure filled with many thick lines, which looked chaotic, as if the graffiti was chaotic.

And the paintings that Xiaorui drew under the wall have a better look and feel, more normal, without that kind of line-style graffiti, but the characters and animals are also separated.

According to Xiao Rui, his paintings were all taught by the young lady.

"Where are your parents?" Wei An asked.

"Dead." Xiao Rui replied while pointing to the corner of the wall on the other side.

Wei An turned his head to look, and saw two adults in the picture on the corner of the wall, but their bodies were all split, the head, body, and limbs were not together, and even the head was split into two halves, which should be From Xiao Rui's own handwriting.

From Wei'an's point of view, under Xiao Rui's pen, he presents the way his parents died.

"Then... where is the young lady who taught you how to draw?" Wei An asked again.

"Sometimes she is here, sometimes not." Xiao Rui said, "But she doesn't like strangers, so you must not talk to her."

Wei An was taken aback for a moment, and at the same time there was movement outside the house.

Xiao Rui stood up and said, "Here she is!"

(End of this chapter)