guile fairy

With a strange feeling, Fu Zhaozhao received news from Xiaobao.

Xiaobao: "From the picture, it looks similar to the legendary zerg, but it seems to be different. Anyone who can draw this pattern must have had close contact with the zerg."

Fu Zhaozhao replied to her calmly, "It's the man you told me about who had contact with the Zerg before."

When she said this, Xiaobao suddenly remembered, "Oh, it's him."

She paused for a moment, "Actually, my people only roughly guessed that the other party had contact with the zerg, and were not very sure; but judging from these paintings, the other party must have had contact with the bugs in the past. I suggest you keep up with it."

Fu Zhaozhao responded casually, but as Xiaobao said, he had paid special attention to male painters in recent days.

I don't know if it was because he had entered the other party's room last time, but the male painter seemed extremely nervous when entering and exiting the room, for fear that Fu Zhaozhao would sneak into the room again when he was not paying attention.

It wasn't until three days later that the male painter's face became even thinner and paler than before. He staggered out of the room as he moved, looking as if he hadn't had a good rest in a few days.

Fu Zhaozhao didn't pay attention, but noticed that the other party was holding a drawing board hung with black cloth in his hand as before, as if he was about to go out.

Probably because of the situation last time, the male painter locked the door extra carefully when he went out this time, guarding Fu Zhaozhao every time he moved.

After completing a series of actions, the male painter hurried out as before.

After waiting for the other party to leave for a while, Fu Zhaozhao stood up and followed him leisurely.

When she reached the corner of the street, she happened to see the male painter getting into a taxi, seemingly going somewhere.

Fu Zhaozhao stopped a car on the street without any hesitation.

I don’t know if it’s due to fate, but the driver this time is the one that Fu Zhaozhao made before.

As soon as Fu Zhaozhao got into the car, he said directly without raising his head, "Please follow the car in front."

The driver responded, "Okay!" He paused and asked familiarly: "Are you going to Butterfly Valley too?"

Fu Zhaozhao: "Huh?"

Obviously didn't understand what he meant.

The driver smiled and said, "The passenger in the other car used to take my car from time to time. He always went to Butterfly Valley. But he is quite strange and doesn't pay much attention to others."

It was also during this conversation that Fu Zhaozhao recognized that the chatty driver was the one who had driven her before.

Fu Zhaozhao asked slightly curiously, "Then do you know what he did in Butterfly Valley?"

The driver shook his head, "I don't know about that, but that person always goes there in a hurry. He must be doing something important. I saw that you wanted to follow that car, so I thought you two knew each other." "

Fu Zhaozhao casually found an excuse to deal with the other party.

Through the chatty driver, Fu Zhaozhao learned a lot about the male painter on the road.

I heard that the other person’s original profession was a painter, and he just came to Lidu to collect and study. He was quite cheerful when he first came here, until one time he went to Butterfly Valley and came back as if he was a different person.

The driver clicked his tongue and said, "I heard from people traveling with me that he could chat for a few words at first, but then he stopped paying attention. If he talked too much, he would even curse, so now no one dares to ask more questions."

"I don't know what that person saw in Butterfly Valley."

While talking, we arrived at our destination.

Because the driver of the car Fu Zhaozhao was riding in was considered an experienced driver in the local area, although there was a big time difference, he arrived at the place at about the same time. Fu Zhaozhao saw the male painter hurriedly get out of the car holding the drawing board. Even the driver behind him shouted to give him change and ignored him. He walked very fast, as if there was something urgent.

Seeing that the other party couldn't answer the call, the driver in front drove away on his own.

The driver behind explained: "He does this often. We all know him in our circle. Next time, whoever picks him up will help pay him back."

Fu Zhaozhao responded, and then after giving the money, he followed the male painter forward and backward.

Different from others, since there are mountain roads on both sides, under normal circumstances, entering Butterfly Valley is from the gate direction.

The male painter was different. He turned around and got into the winding mountain road, and then walked hurriedly deeper.

Since the mountain road was not easy to walk, Fu Zhaozhao did not dare to follow too closely and kept the distance not too far but not too close.

He didn’t know how long he had been walking, but the male painter was panting, as if he were a broken blower, and his chest was heaving extremely seriously.

Fortunately, within a short while, he stopped at an inconspicuous fork in the road.

If it weren't for the small wooden sign standing next to it, Fu Zhaozhao wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Before entering the fork, the male painter looked around nervously to make sure no one was following him, then he went in holding the drawing board.

Fu Zhaozhao hid and waited for a while, but did not follow him.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the male painter came out satisfied.

The drawing board he was holding tightly in his hand was also missing, and seemed to be hidden somewhere.

After finishing everything, the male painter didn't stop too much and walked back the way he came.

Fortunately, the tree trunk Fu Zhaozhao was leaning on was particularly thick, so the other party did not notice him when he left.

It wasn't until the male painter was no longer visible that she walked in the direction where he had just entered.

Xu, a male painter, went in from time to time, but walked out of a less obvious path, and she kept walking along the path.

The originally dense trees around her gradually became desolate. Just when she was wondering if she had taken the wrong path, there seemed to be a touch of red in the distance.

To be precise, it is a large area of ​​red roses that are blooming enthusiastically. In this late autumn period, they are blooming particularly beautifully.

The roses are densely planted, but the layout is particularly beautiful. There are also some fluttering butterflies flying freely around.

Fu Zhaozhao walked to the edge of the flower field and inhaled unconsciously. A faint rotten smell came out, although the smell was not obvious.

Just when she was curious about why roses were specifically planted in this open space, she suddenly heard the sound of chewing.

It was like someone was biting and devouring something crazily. The sound was rustling, but it made people feel like they were having hairs in their hearts.

Following the source of the sound, she walked all the way to the center of the flowers.

Unlike the densely packed roses around it, the spot in the middle seems to have been specially reserved.

Fu Zhaozhao could only vaguely hear the sound of chewing nearby, but the source of the sound could not be determined.

She looked around and suddenly realized a problem.