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Chapter 198 One stroke one stroke orthographic timing method
In the corridor, as He Bing closed the door, the voice-activated lights outside began to flicker again.

Gu An stood under the lamp, looking at the long corridor, the light went out, and the short moment when the darkness fell, the grimace in the darkness seemed to be blowing in his ear.

He still hasn't figured out the other party's tricks until now.

If he hadn't seen Zhang Sheng's painting at the beginning, he might not have known such a existence in the corridor until now.

Holding the lighter, with the flame dancing, Gu An skillfully stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

He doesn't know when the 'fog' will appear, so he can only use this lottery method to see if he can hit it tonight. At least twice before, the chances are quite high.

Stepping into the dark stairway again, listening to the faint breathing sound that always exists inside, soon, after walking the short steps, the blood-colored graffiti on the wall on the second floor has appeared in front of my eyes.

Gu An didn't hesitate, he found a wall at random, leaned against it and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't know when the 'fog' would appear, so he could only wait like this.

"Crack..."

The door of room 201 opened at this time.

The long hair exposed half of his face, looking straight at Gu An.

Under the dim light, the pale face and the white eyeballs behind the thin hair slit seemed to be turning suspiciously.

Gu An opened his eyes, glanced at the long hair, and then smiled: "It's okay, don't worry about me, go back, I will call you if necessary."

The long hair didn't show anything, but she retreated back into the room with half of her face and closed the door. She naturally understood Gu An's words.

Gu An watched silently, and didn't know when, when faced with these weird and terrifying faces again, his heart no longer fluctuated, and everything was normal, but he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he saw a group of human faces...

This is simply sick...

Gu An complained a few words silently in his heart.

Then another long wait.

Gu An didn't know how long he had waited, it was very long anyway, he walked back and forth between the two walls, leaning back and forth, his vest had already been in contact with all the walls, but there was still no fog.

In the past, he couldn't see through the fog, and didn't know what kind of existence it was. He only thought that the other party could imitate everything, but he was a little jealous in his heart, and vaguely hoped that the other party would not show up again next time.

But now, he began to look forward to the appearance of the fog, but the other party did not come...

It's like life, it's just so fucked up...

Gu An held his breath, took a deep breath, and began to think, there must be no way to wait so brainlessly.

He began to recall, recalling the two previous encounters with Mist.

After analyzing the cause and effect in his mind, the conclusion he can draw so far is that the fog only appeared at that time because the corridor was very lively...

That's right, as long as there is a relatively large movement on the second floor, fog may appear.

This time the second floor was too quiet, so the fog did not come.

Although he doesn't know why Wu likes to join in the fun, or if it has something to do with Han Xiuxiu's past, Gu An feels that he can start from this aspect.

But there is another worry that if you deliberately make a movement, it may attract fog, but it may also attract other existences.

For example, the weird one who appeared at the door before, whose breath alone could suppress him to death, made him extremely afraid.

After thinking about it for a while, Gu An didn't care too much, he could only bet on his luck that that thing would not appear.

As for how to make a movement, it is very simple...

Gu An began to walk along the second floor, knocking on doors from house to house.

He slapped the anti-theft door vigorously with his hand, not to mention the second floor, even the first and third floors could hear these movements.

The heads of households on the second floor opened the door. They knew that Gu An was outside, so they didn't do anything unfriendly. They just stood at the door and looked at Gu An silently, as if they were waiting for an explanation from him.

Gu An didn't say much, he simply expressed his apology, and then said that everyone needs to cooperate. For the rest, you can do whatever you want.

The heads of the households on the second floor still remembered Gu An's contribution last time, so they had no objection, and retreated to the house one after another, allowing him to knock on the door.

Gu An was very relieved when he saw it, and he knocked on the door with his palm more cheerfully. This is the power of the human heart...

I don't know how long it took to knock, but Gu An finally got his wish, and the person he wanted to see came...

The fog appeared, and it was the same as the previous two times, standing silently in front of the wall, as if facing the wall and thinking about the past.

It is still the same as before, imitating and evolving.

This time, what he imitated was Gu An's knock on the door.

It tapped on the wall with its hands as if knocking on a door.

Gu An took a look, it was really hard to believe that this could be Han Xiuxiu's ghost.

However, he didn't care about these, but greeted with a smile: "Hello, we met again, this time I came here specially for you."

Gu An can't say the word Xiuxiu to the fog for the time being, maybe the real Xiuxiu on his body will be jealous.

The last time, Han Xiuxiu was face to face, and she and Wu didn't have any intersections when they were together.

I'm afraid Han Xiuxiu doesn't even think that the fog is her ghost.

Facing Gu An's greeting, Wu didn't respond, and still stood there, imitating, knocking on the wall.

Gu An knew that Wu didn't like nonsense, so he thought about it and said, "The person you entrusted me to find last time, I really want to find it..."

As soon as the words came out, Fog immediately stopped knocking on the door. It turned its head, looked at Gu An, and there was a trace of human trembling in its voice: "Where is he?"

Gu An didn't answer directly, but asked curiously: "Why do you appear whenever you make loud noises?"

Gu An is not sure whether the fusion of Han Xiuxiu and Wu can be completed this time, so he has to figure out the logic of Wu's appearance first, and then if he fails this time, he can find Wu as soon as possible next time.

Fog, who was originally unwilling to talk nonsense with Gu An, obviously had information it wanted to know in Gu An's hands, so this time it answered, and some light voices came from the blurred figure shrouded in black mist: "There are many people... …I wanted to see if he was there…”

Gu An was stunned for a while, but didn't realize the meaning of this sentence for a while, and continued to ask: "Then what do you mean by imitating these actions?"

Fog: "So he can hear and see me..."

Adding up the answers of the two sentences, Gu An immediately understood the meaning of the fog, not because it likes to join in the fun, but because it has expectations in its heart, and feels that there are many people in lively places, and maybe there will be a figure waiting for someone...

As for the imitation, it is because it wants to make noise in that lively place and attract attention, to see if it can attract the person it has been waiting for in the vast crowd...

Everything is to wait for the word...

Gu An was silent for a while, then took out the red hijab from his arms and called out Han Xiuxiu.

Han Xiuxiu was dressed in red makeup, like a fire lotus blooming in the darkness.

Gu An looked at Wu, pointed to Han Xiuxiu: "Do you know him?"

Gu An looked expectantly in his eyes. Although the two didn't meet each other last time, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, the old Taoist Zhang Huangwu patted his chest and said that Han Xiuxiu's ghost was here.

And adding Zhang Sheng's words, the fog is completely corresponding.

Wu heard Gu An's words, glanced at Han Xiuxiu, then turned her head again, and continued to knock on the wall...

It doesn't seem to work...

Gu An sighed, the fog's reaction had already revealed everything, it didn't know Han Xiuxiu, and Han Xiuxiu didn't know it either.

If Wu is really Han Xiuxiu's ghost, but the two don't know each other, it's really strange.

Another point is that Fog doesn't like to talk, and doesn't like to respond to himself. He only reacts every time he mentions the person he is waiting for.

But I can't use this trick every time to deceive, otherwise it will be the same as the story of the wolf came, and it will wear away Wu's patience and trust in the end, and the next time I really need to find it, it will only be worth the loss.

So now how to let Wu take care of himself without consuming his patience and trust?

Gu An pondered for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that this is impossible at all...

My serious Gu An stood in front of it, but it didn't respond, so what else can I do...

And I can't see through it myself, and my understanding of it is not as good as a painting by Zhang Sheng.

By the way... draw...

A flash of inspiration flashed in Gu An's mind, and he suddenly thought of the painting Zhang Sheng drew last time.

Although I can't see what Fog is doing, Zhang Sheng can. He can express it with paintings. Fog doesn't want to communicate with himself, but Zhang Sheng can do it. Although he is also an autistic guy, he is at least much better than Fog.

Thinking about it, Gu An immediately rushed to the first floor, and at the same time said to Wu: "Wait for me, soon."

Gu An wasn't sure if his words had any effect, so he could only take it as if it had any effect.

And luck was good tonight, there was a commotion, and that terrifying existence didn't appear.

After returning to the first floor, Gu An immediately knocked on Zhang Sheng's door.

Zhang Sheng opened the door and looked straight at Gu An. The brushes on his back were lined up in a row. From Gu An's point of view, there was nothing wrong with it.

But if you stand behind him, you will find that the paintbrush is inserted into the flesh, and the blood is constantly flowing down.

"I need your help, remember the fog? Can you see for me and draw what you see?"

Gu An asked uncertainly.

Zhang Sheng tilted his head and glanced at Gu An, revealing all the drawing boards hanging on the wall behind him.

This was drawn by Zhang Sheng after he came back from the second floor, and all the previous paintings have been replaced by him.

The paintings on the wall are all seen and heard after the second floor.

There are many paintings in it, Gu An has seen them on the second floor, those walls, corners, rooms, and the heads of households, even the graffiti on the walls.

【Walk】

A drawing board with big blood-red characters suddenly appeared in front of Gu An, blocking his sight.

After seeing this word, Gu An immediately smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's go now."

Zhang Sheng promised to go to the second floor with him, willing to help him.

This is naturally a good thing for Gu An.

No nonsense, just take Zhang Sheng straight up to the second floor.

Zhang Sheng followed behind with his drawing board in his arms.

Soon, go back to the second floor through the stairway.

Wu didn't know if he had really listened to what he said, but he still didn't leave, and his hands were still beating on the wall.

Of course, it may also be that the time to leave has not yet come...

"How is it, did you see anything?"

Gu An turned his head and looked at Zhang Sheng who followed him.

Zhang Sheng didn't speak, just holding the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in one hand, and staring at the fog with his eyes.

Same as last time, after watching for a while, Zhang Sheng's white eyes rolled, revealing the same human expression as himself, and he was regretting something...

Gu An felt a little nervous. Every time he saw this kind of eyes, especially when he was facing the fog, this existence that Zhang Huangwu called Han Xiuxiu's ghost, he felt as if he had done something wrong, as if he was really like Zhang Huangwu. That being said, he is a scumbag...

He wondered if he would have to explain to Zhang Huangwu in the future that he is not a scumbag, but just wants to give all the weirdos a home, and he treats them like family members...

Under Zhang Sheng's regretful eyes, it also took a paintbrush and began to draw on the drawing board.

Gu An didn't make a sound, holding his breath for fear of disturbing the other party.

Zhang Sheng held a pen and focused on painting.

Gu An's eyes also drifted away immediately, watching silently.

Zhang Sheng seems to draw another tree.

Another tree?
Gu An was taken aback, and continued to hold his breath.

Zhang Sheng's painting skills are very superb, he painted the tree so vividly, the sky is green and the tree is green, even through the drawing board, Gu An feels as if he is standing under a tree, the leaves block the sun and the hot weather.

Then, under the tree was the same woman from last time, only her back.

With Zhang Huangwu's reminder this time, Gu An knew that this was Han Xiuxiu.

Although the back of Han Xiuxiu in the painting is different from the weird Han Xiuxiu, it can be explained. After all, there is still a difference between people and weirdness.

Zhang Sheng continued to draw. At this time, he had already drawn the general outline of the first painting.

Han Xiuxiu's hand was placed in the middle of the trunk, and she raised her hand, just in line with the position where she knocked on the wall in reality.

If you think of the wall as the old tree in the painting, then Han Xiuxiu is standing under the tree right now, with her hands on the trunk.

Zhang Sheng is still painting. At this time, his painting expresses a meaning. Han Xiuxiu is not knocking on the wall or the tree trunk, but writing, engraving something...

It seems to be words?

Gu An was a little curious, took a step forward, took a closer look, and then was taken aback.

It was a simple symbol mark, similar to the current "Zheng" timekeeping method, Han Xiuxiu was not knocking on the door, but using her fingers to engrave the time on the tree trunk stroke by stroke, each stroke representing a day's time past……

She seemed to be afraid that she would lose track of time, she kept engraving, engraving...

"Is it really worth it..."

Gu An murmured silently, he really didn't expect that Han Xiuxiu would be so persistent, if what Zhang Huangwu said was true, then he felt that he was going too far...

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