Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

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"so beautiful……"

Looking at the dignified and gentle tall bride in the oil painting, even Du Tong, who has always been calm, couldn't help but praise.

But when I saw the blackened part around the bride, I immediately felt a little pity.

Such a perfect work has lost its original charm because of the blackened part, which makes people really want to see what it looks like.

Also immersed in the oil painting of the bride.

At this moment, Chang Hao noticed something different.

Unlike other oil paintings, there is nothing behind this oil painting of a tall bride.

Does this mean that the owner of the oil painting is Sun Youming's yet-to-be-acquired target, or does it mean that this particularly beautiful bride is someone who does not exist in this world?

"Do you think the bride in this painting is real?" Chang Hao asked softly.

Du Tong wanted to shake her head to deny it, but felt that such a beautiful woman might have really appeared, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Perhaps, her height is definitely abnormal, but there is no abnormality in her facial features, and I can't tell Answer."

"Then why did Sun Youming cross out the groom next to her? Isn't it a bit inconsistent? If you don't want it, why did you draw it?"

Chang Hao couldn't figure it out.

That's right, if you don't want characters you don't need to appear in this painting, then just don't draw them at all, why bother.

Regarding this point, Du Tong did some analysis and guessed: "I think that the person who scratched the black oil painting may not be Sun Youming himself, don't forget, that ghost came in, maybe it did it. "

There are still many doubts about this oil painting.

For example, there is a huge difference in the proportions between the groom and the bride, with one being of normal male height and the other being a slender "giant".

If Sun Youming had some strange habit and drew a bride with a huge height, he would definitely match it, and draw a groom of equal height, instead of the obvious gap like now.

"Let's continue."

Chang Hao withdrew his gaze and looked along the bloodstains.

He saw bloodstains stretching all the way to the front of the oil painting, and then turned around. The end point was a painting on the side of the studio, not here.

As for the blood-stained oil painting, it was much more normal.

In the oil painting is Sun Miao naked.

But it is different from the girls in other oil paintings.

In the oil painting, Sun Miao's smile is stiff, as if she is very frightened, her hands seem to be holding an invisible baby, her eyes are full of tears.

"This is……"

Looking at Sun Miao who is obviously wrong in the oil painting.

Chang Hao instantly noticed what was in her arms. If he guessed correctly, this invisible baby was the child who had appeared in front of everyone before, and it was also the ultimate source of this supernatural event.

"The ghost once appeared in oil paintings. At least when Sun Youming was painting, the ghost was there. Could it be that Sun Youming was the source of the ghost? Otherwise, he would never have painted this painting."

There is too much information in front of you.

As a result, Chang Hao's word order became confused, and the confusion and horror in his voice could not be concealed.

Du Tong on the side also had a solemn expression, his eyes flickered and said: "It seems that we have all underestimated this professor of folklore. It seems that what he did is not just a simple abnormality in his heart, but has something to do with supernatural events. I think……"

The words are not finished.

She wasn't going to finish talking either.

Because Du Tong suddenly realized that if he reported this matter to Lanbai Club, the company might be very interested.

And I can get the appreciation of the company through this credit, and I can be promoted to the position faster.

Du Tong believes that with the clear rewards and punishments of the Lanbai Society, the employees who have contributed to the company will not waste their energy in vain, and Sun Youming's matter is obviously not that simple, and there must be deeper secrets hidden.

Taking advantage of the gap that Chang Hao didn't pay attention to.

Du Tong secretly photographed an oil painting of a tall bride with her mobile phone, which was used as evidence for supplementary explanation.

Then she continued to participate in Li Gui's analysis. She looked at the wax figure behind the oil painting and let out a "huh".

"Sun Miao obviously died outside, why is there still a wax figure corresponding to the oil painting here?"

She walked to the wax figure covered by the white cloth, just about to remove the white cloth to find out.

At the same time, Chang Hao, who was behind him, felt the cold in his pocket. He took it out and saw that his phone had been unlocked at some point, and the blood-red countdown on the screen was crazily draining.

"Be careful, Du Tong," he looked at the time that was rapidly regressing like flowing water, "The countdown is speeding up, and the ghosts may attack us at any time."

"I know, but only by solving all the mysteries can we find a trace of life. I have to do this." Du Tong didn't look at her countdown, and directly lifted the white cloth to reveal the things underneath.

Under the white cloth, there is still a wax figure.

It's just that it's a headless wax figure. The wax figure has the same movements as Sun Miao in the oil painting, and both pose in an embrace, but this time it's holding a real baby!

"..."

Perhaps it was disturbed by the white cloth being lifted.

The child in the arms of the headless wax figure slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were full of resentment and malice that could not be hidden. He stared at Chang Hao and Du Tong who were not far away. The next second, he disappeared again.

at the same time.

The countdown on the phones of the two of them was still going backwards crazily, and soon, the original time was only 15 minutes left, and these 15 minutes were still disappearing quickly, and the distance returned to zero, which was very close.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The studio began to shake, and the surrounding oil paintings fell one after another, together with the wax figures behind them.

"careful!"

Noticing that the headless wax figure was about to fall, Chang Hao quickly pulled away Du Tong underneath, and the two hid in a corner.

Looking at the chaos in front of him, Du Tong broke away from Chang Hao's hand, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes:
"We can't hide forever. Once the countdown reaches zero, the ghost's attack will become more and more terrifying. We must take the initiative to attack!"

"But we haven't found its law of killing, what should we do..." Chang Hao took out the old notes in his backpack, and was ready to give it a go.

There must be a confrontation. They are definitely not the opponents of this ghost. Du Tong knows this truth better than anyone else.

No, since Li Gui will be hiding in this studio, there must be some important clues here that can help us deal with this incident...

Du Tong leaned on the wall, his eyes fell on the headless wax figure beside him, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

She said loudly: "I understand! Chang Hao, give me some time! Believe me, if I find that thing, I can definitely solve the supernatural incident!"

"I see!"

Up to now, Chang Hao can only choose to trust Du Tong.

Standing in front of Du Tong, he took out an old notebook with a yellowish surface from his backpack, opened it along the cover, and poured out the blood inside.

And this kind of behavior also drove the invisible ghost completely into madness, as if it wanted to uproot the studio, the oil painting in the studio instantly "lived" and threw it at the two of them.

For a moment, everything in the studio seemed to be endowed with unusual vitality, with the first goal of killing Chang Hao and Du Tong, and there were terrible murderous intentions hidden everywhere.

However, the blood high school notebook controlled by Chang Hao is not a vegetarian either. The condensed pool of blood keeps bubbling and bubbles, and a large number of severed fingers emerge from the depths, and these fingers are holding a variety of ballpoint pen.

"Hurry up and kill yourself!"

"A shameless jerk!"

"Shame on your parents!"

"..."

The dense swearing words seemed to want to pierce the canvas of the oil painting, and these swaying oil paintings were immediately suppressed in place.

Ordinary things that don't have any supernatural power attached to them are unable to resist the invasion of supernatural power.

But the horror of "Countdown to Death" is more than that. Manipulating all the surrounding targets is just the initial stage.

When the countdown is close to zero, or completely zero, it means that the ghost has completely triggered its own law of killing, and can use all its supernatural powers to kill all the targets in front of it.

And although the horror of the blood high school notes is not lower than the "countdown" ghost, Chang Hao, as the owner of the supernatural props, not only cannot use the full power of the supernatural props, but also cannot gain an advantage in this tug-of-war until victory .

At the end of the day.

Or they are too weak.

To Li Gui, the bodies of ordinary people are like weeds on the side of the road, they don't need to be deliberately pushed down, even if the wind blows gently, they will all fall down by themselves.

The only way to break this restriction is to truly master the power of a ghost. In the few opportunities, successfully control a ghost, free yourself from the fate of ordinary people, and become a ghost master.

This is also Chang Hao and Du Tong.

One of the goals I'm currently striving for.

Circles of pools of blood surrounded the surroundings, Chang Hao stared closely at the oil paintings that looked like living people, he himself was also immersed in pools of blood, and lost consciousness in one hand.

He originally thought that the "countdown to death" was a kind of supernatural event involving coincidence, but now it seems that the appearance of this ghost is obviously inextricably linked to Sun Youming, a professor of folklore.

Think even bolder.

Could it be that this ghost was an experiment Sun Youming conducted on Sun Miao, but the result of the experiment ended with Sun Miao being brutally killed.

"What's behind the painting..."

At this time, Chang Hao noticed that the oil paintings that were trembling violently had all stopped at this moment.

What followed was the sound of rocks cracking in the depths of the studio. Something seemed to have drilled out of the wax figures that fell on the ground.

in the air.

A pungent smell instantly dissipated.

This time, even Chang Hao could smell it, and the waves in his heart were even more difficult to calm down.

He picked up his mobile phone, saw that the countdown on the screen was only the last minute and a half, and the pressure increased a lot, so he hurriedly urged: "Du Tong! Hurry up! The countdown is about to return to zero!"

"I'm still looking!"

Du Tong's voice came from behind.

While Chang Hao was being attacked by a ghost, on the other side, Du Tong was not idle, but came to an area similar to the material room on the side of the studio.

She looked at the countless incomplete statues piled up here, like a sea of ​​broken limbs, and she was a little bit at a loss.

But time is really running out, no matter how difficult it is to start, try to find it!
"Everything in the studio has its own meaning of existence, so the oil paintings of Sun Miao and Li Gui, and why the corresponding wax figure has no head is certainly not due to Sun Youming's negligence. I must find the missing head. The key to the ghost!"

Du Tong took a deep breath, plunged into the sea of ​​broken limbs of the statue, looked at the heads with blurred features, suppressed the nausea in his heart, and threw them behind him.

If her guess is correct, then the wax figure corresponding to Sun Miao's oil painting should be the head of a statue that looks like Sun Miao, so these eliminated products that don't even have facial features can't be what I'm looking for.

"No……"

"No……"

"Why not?"

Soon, a lot of scrapped statues in front of Du Tong were checked, but Sun Miao's head was still not found.

At this time, Chang Hao, who was behind him, also persisted to his own limit. Most of his body was merged into the pool of blood. At a distance of about one meter, there were corpses full of bruises lying on their stomachs. Their twisted limbs were like spiders. Watching from a distance.

"No... Could it be that I guessed wrong? The head of the headless statue is not the key to solving the supernatural event. It's just a coincidence. There is no corresponding head in the studio. We will die here..."

Du Tong fell to her knees in despair.

She admitted that she was too confident. If she and Chang Hao fought against Li Gui together, the two of them would not have ended up in such a situation, and there was no turning back.

to the root cause.

Sun Miao's head could not be found in the studio.

unless……

"Wait, I thought of it!"

Du Tong stood up immediately, as if struck by a lightning bolt in his mind, unparalleled thoughts burst out.

Looking at Chang Hao who was about to fall into a pool of blood behind him and was the first to be swallowed by the blood high school notes, she rushed over as fast as she could, and put her ghost ring on the other's ring finger.

"Just hold on!"

"I found what I was looking for!"

After finishing speaking, Du Tong rushed out of the studio like a gust of wind, and returned to the living room.

Perhaps it was the reason why Chang Hao took the initiative to fight against Li Gui. Even when the countdown of both of them had reached zero, Li Gui still entangled Chang Hao. This also gave Du Tong enough time to not be disturbed by other factors.

"sorry."

Looking at Sun Miao's body in the living room, without the slightest hesitation, Du Tong pulled out the switchblade from his chest, pointed at the head that couldn't close his eyes, and started his own work.

When she returned to the studio again, Chang Hao relied on the temporary transformation of a ghost to fight for the last time without being eroded and killed by the supernatural props.

"What you're holding is..."

After discovering what was in Du Tong's arms, Chang Hao, who still had self-awareness, said in astonishment.

But Du Tong didn't give too much explanation, passed through those corpses, and came to Sun Miao's oil painting.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Miao's head was aimed at the gap on the headless wax figure, and inserted forcefully.

"Crack, snap—"

For a moment, the erected oil painting seemed to have lost its inexplicable vitality, and suddenly collapsed.

Du Tong also fell down helplessly.

Listening to the reminder from PHS in her arms, from the backstage of the staff, she glanced at Chang Hao, who was also tired beside her, and showed a bright smile.

Its daybreak.

They also managed to survive.

　It's so cool to write, I'm so excited

　　
　
(End of this chapter)