I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Chapter 163 Ghost Ship!
Tang Long, who vaguely sensed something was wrong, did not interrupt Bi Shihua, but encouraged him: "Keep talking."

Revealing the things that had been suppressed in his heart for so many years in one breath, Bi Shihua was exhausted as he was relieved. He picked up the wine bottle, reluctantly smashed the few drops of wine at the bottom of the bottle, and then continued to speak.

“Soon, he became aware of my gaze, and although he was wary at first, he was eventually moved by my sincerity and was willing to show me other paintings of his.”

"Every painting is deviant, almost a blasphemy to known common sense, a dark work that can make him be expelled from the art world on the spot. But in my eyes, every painting is extremely beautiful and dark, like the deepest part of dusk. , as magnificent as the last ray of sunset that is about to be submerged by the horizon..."

Bishop seemed to be muttering to himself, looking a little crazy: "I admire Pickman's work so much that I became his believer almost instantly."

"What's on his painting?" Tang Long asked in a deep voice.

"Ghosts." Bi Shihua affirmed, "I can't use words to describe the things in the paintings. Most of those objects are incomplete humanoid creatures... No, they cannot be regarded as creatures. No creature can bring such fear and fear to people. Desperate, their cursed faces appear on the paper, as if saliva and blood are dripping from the corners of their mouths, they are simply blasphemous things that are crawling and running."

"And Pickman told me that these things are ghosts, the most evil and beautiful beings in the world."

"It is said that painting the skin of a tiger is difficult to paint the bones, but not only can he paint the bones, he can even touch the marrow. What's more important is that he told me that he is a realistic painter."

Hearing this, Wan Delu and Wu Yuechan already felt a little disappointed, not only by what Bi Shihua described, but also by his morbid, ecstatic and fearful expression when he described these things.

"Give me an example." Tang Long, who was the only one who did not feel fear, continued to ask calmly.

"For example, there is a painting of a skinny old man covered in corpse spots jumping from an unfinished building."

"What?!" Tang Long couldn't control his strength for a moment and crushed the cup directly, causing juice to splash everywhere.

What is depicted in this painting is clearly the scene when Luo Wensong committed suicide by jumping off the building, but Luo died only half a year ago. Why could the artist depict it a few years ago?
Predictive painting?
His expression changes constantly, and the artist used very little ink in the original work. He just knows that he can draw the real world into the painting, seal off the ghost realm, and can also tamper with reality through painting, which plays an isolation role similar to that of a brass lock. During the battle, the painter drew a building for the kings to hide in and observe the ghost ship landing. The captains gathered, but no one could lead the team directly into it.

In the end, the painter died under the seven-old puppet team produced by Sister Hong.

This is just a small part of the scene, no more information is known.

"Predictive painting..." Tang Long touched his chin. There are two precognitive ghost controllers here at the headquarters, Xiong Wenwen and Su Fan. It is not impossible that there are similar existences abroad.

But can a mere ghost controller really predict what will happen a few years later?Then what he is talking about is simply parchment!

You must know that what Mr. Qin can do is not to predict, but to talk to his future self. How can a painter be a mere king?
Tang Long felt that there was a big problem here.

"Continue." The sudden unexpected information made him a little upset.

"Pickman's art is certainly not recognized by the mainstream, so he was very generous to me, his only admirer."

Bi Shihua's expression gradually became horrified, as if something terrible was about to happen in his memories.

"A few months later, when I ran out of travel funds and had to return to China, he gave me a brand new collection of paintings and told me that the contents were entirely works of art created just for me."

"I felt like I had discovered a treasure at that time. When I got home, I immediately began to appreciate its contents."

Bi Shihua laughed a few times: "The work inside is divided into three parts. You all saw the content of the first part in that movie."

"Death train?" Tang Long's eyes narrowed.

"The original name of that painting was called Ghost Train." Bi Shihua said dejectedly, "The scene described in it is the same as the story in the movie. A group of tourists boarded a long-distance train full of ghosts without knowing it, and finally... One by one they were tortured and killed.”

"Ghost train?!" Tang Long frowned and recalled the information he saw in the headquarters.

He felt that there was a dark and invisible thread that connected everything together. Things were by no means as simple as the world view originally described by the mysterious recovery.

"Just laugh if you want." Bi Shihua said with a look of relief, "A director who claims to be unparalleled in talent, but his only box-office hit turned out to be a plagiarism from someone else."

"But Director Bi, didn't you insist on labeling the screenwriter's name as Richard Pickman?" At this time, it was Wu Yuechan who persuaded her, "You are the director, and you can film the story and the painting into a whole continuum. And fascinating stories are what directors should do.”

"Yes." Wan Delu also persuaded, "And didn't your friend say that those paintings were originally created for you? Maybe you will be happy to see the paintings being made into a movie."

Having said that, Wan Delu's expression was still a little pale, because he had already vaguely guessed that Bi Shihua's movie was related to supernatural events.

"Yes, I convinced myself this way at the beginning, immersed in honor and admiration, and ambitiously announced that I was preparing to shoot a horror trilogy, relying on the paintings Pickman gave me." "However, in During the preparation of the second film, "Flight 444," a terrible thing happened..."

Bi Shihua covered his head, his eyes protruded, his expression was twisted, and his lips were trembling: "That's the content of the second part of the painting. The head of a wealthy family died, and the sons and daughters only fought for the inheritance but ignored that the father's body was still cold, but the father's will stated clearly They had to return to their hometown for burial, so they had to charter a plane and rush back to their hometown.”

"In the original painting, the plane being chartered was Flight 666, which is taboo for foreigners, but I changed it to Flight 444 to cater to domestic culture."

"At that time, in order to find inspiration related to airplanes, I kept reading foreign news about airplane crashes, and then..."

He slumped in his chair with an expression as if doomsday was coming: "I just saw a piece of news saying that the head of the Wilps family passed away, and his children encountered an accident on the way back to their hometown on a chartered flight, and all of them were killed."

"And the flight they chartered was No. 666."

"This, this is just a coincidence." Wu Yuechan, who had never experienced any supernatural events, frowned.

"I tried my best to convince myself this way at first." Bi Shihua covered his head, "but a photo of the remains of the plane completely shattered my luck."

"Through the broken wound of the fuselage, I suddenly saw a black coffin. The style was exactly the same as what I saw in the painting!"

"Things like coffins are pretty much the same..." Wu Yuechan also tried to comfort and untie Bi Shihua's knot. She might still be able to continue to be the heroine.

"No, absolutely impossible." Bi Shihua growled, "Everything depicted in the painting is very harmonious, but that coffin is not a foreign style at all, but the style of the Republic of China here!"

"Everything else may be a coincidence, but how do you explain to me that there was also a coffin in the style of the Republic of China on Flight 666 that happened!"

Suddenly, Tang Long spoke: "Is the coffin black or red?"

Bi Shihua was slightly startled: "Black."

"The person is buried in the red coffin and the ghost is imprisoned in the black coffin. The patriarch of the Wilps family must be a ghost controller. After death, the evil ghost revives and kills his unfilial children."

Tang Long's expression was uncertain. You can buy coffins at the coffin shop on the ghost street. As long as you have ghost money, even foreigners can buy them. But what does that painting mean?

According to Bi Shihua, the three parts of the painting were given to him by the artist together five years ago, and it was already two years ago when Flight 666 happened.

"Is it really a prophetic painting, or is it something like a crime notice? What is depicted in the painting is actually a supernatural event that the King's organization is preparing to trigger?"

He knew that the supernatural world in foreign countries always preyed on the weak. In order to improve his own strength, he would kill other ghost masters and treat civilians like nothing.

"According to the description in the painting, the children of that family were killed by the evil ghost who turned into a ghost after their father's death." Bi Shihua said, trembling, raised his head and asked, "Do you believe there are really ghosts in this world?"

His expression when he said this was strange and evil, almost like a ghost, which made Wan Delu and Wu Yuechan shiver involuntarily.

Seemingly not expecting them to answer, Bi Shihua murmured: "Later, I went through many twists and turns and found out that a tourist group disappeared mysteriously in another place abroad. The last information they knew was that this group of people was involved in a crime. There is a long-distance train, but the route and number of the train do not exist at all."

"In short, since then, I have never dared to make a horror movie again. I was afraid that I had killed those people, and that they would turn into ghosts after their death and come to seek revenge on me."

"No..." He covered his face with his hands and his body trembled violently, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me who killed you. Don't come to me, don't come to me!"

"Where are those paintings?" Tang Long interrupted Bi Shihua, who was falling into madness, "Give me those paintings, I want to check them."

"Burn, burned." Bi Shihua said tremblingly, "I thought it was a curse from a ghost, a gathering of ominous things in the world, so I burned them all quickly, leaving not a single one left."

"Depend on!"

Tang Long's eyelids twitched and he asked: "What about the content? You have read all the paintings, right? What about the third part!"

"The third part is..." Bi Shihua whispered tremblingly, "an old and dilapidated cruise ship, with all the ghosts on board, from the crew to the tourists, sailing to our country under the leadership of the captain."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Long couldn't help but stood up suddenly. The table was knocked crooked, and the empty plate with no dishes fell down and shattered on the floor.

"Ghost ship!"

　After a long wait, a new chapter has been updated~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)