Drawing cards can't save the weird world

Sylvia saw her chest being pierced by a terrible hand. Although the color couldn't be seen because it was a pencil sketch, the dripping liquid must be blood!

The fingers of that hand were slender and long, beyond the scope of normal people, and had terrible nails close to ten centimeters, as if they were dry bone specimens of some terrible creature.

"I, I'm going to die!" Sylvia's pupils dilated, and she fell into the despair of facing death for a moment.

She has guaranteed 100% accuracy in her "prophetic paintings" for nearly ten years. Including her father's car accident that she tried to prevent but contributed to.

Her fear and submission to fate had reached the extreme. That's why she wears outlandish clothes and smoky makeup and lives like a weirdo. This is her last rebellion against the merciless fate.

"I, am I going to die?" The fear gradually subsided, occupying the confusion of the mind.

In the last period of my life I don't know how long, what should I do?

Call your mom to apologize and tell her you've always loved her?

Write a suicide note as a brief summary of your nineteen years of life?

Or you should put the few books you borrowed from the library on the table and wait for people to return them.

At this time, the fear of death had gradually subsided, and Sylvia seemed to face the fact that there would only be mashed potatoes in the cafeteria tomorrow, regretful, helpless, and a little calm.

She took the last painting and looked at it carefully, and she saw some details.

This is a clue that often appears in her "prophetic paintings". Sylvia once used many details in the paintings to find the place where the incident happened.

This time, in addition to the murderer with only one hand exposed, there is also a black man in the painting!

"This is, is this the big guy?!"

Sylvia recognized the big black man in the painting. After all, as the only black man in the school, Winston was so tall and tall that he could recognize him from fifty meters away.

Therefore, he is more recognizable. For better or worse, many people know that there is such a person in the academy.

Why was this person not far away when I was finally dying? Judging by his appearance, he was not afraid, but very angry. No, it should be said to be rage!

Because the painting is exquisite and the details are very good, the anger seems to overflow from the drawing paper.

Sylvia suddenly became curious: why is this big tall black man around in the end, and why is he not afraid? The thing that killed itself and possessed that kind of terrifying claws shouldn't be human, right?

Generally, the contents that appear in multiple prophecy paintings at one time belong to one event.

In other words, the monster that crawled out of the mirror, occupied the girl's body, and was separated from another Asian girl by a door was the murderer who killed him!

Sylvia remembered the previous times of prophecy paintings, and she also drew some impossible creatures!

"I have to go and see this big guy. Let it be, let it be the last resistance!"

Sylvia suddenly made up her mind, since she was sure to die, she might as well make a final defense.

What happened to this big black man is not said in the painting, maybe he is still alive.

In that case, I have to remind him!

...

At this time Zhao Hao was in the dormitory of the school.

Originally, Zhao Hao didn't have a dormitory. After all, this thing is not cheap, so it's better to go home and sleep every day, and still see Elena often.

But the new friend Winston was really not liked by others. After only two days, the white roommate contacted the administrator to move out. Although he didn't show any discriminatory attitude before...

In this way, Zhao Hao can pick up a bedroom for nothing in the dormitory for two people. Anyway, no money, Zhao Hao sometimes rests here.

Especially during the day, sometimes the interval between classes is very long, and it is impossible to go home. With this bedroom, at least I don’t have to spend time in the cafeteria or library.

On this day, Zhao Hao stayed in school because of a design assignment.

If you don't want to shock the world, you won't be able to exercise to your heart's content in the gym, so Zhao Hao didn't go either, but just nestled in the bedroom and watched TV.

Winston, on the other hand, went to the gym. Judging by his physique, he knew that he was a big muscle man.

Winston is very restrained, even being scolded as a "nigger" in person by some young people who are looking for faults, he will not do anything.

He didn't want to cause trouble for his adoptive parents, so he restrained his anger since he was a child.

But if you want to protect yourself, restraint is definitely not enough, so those muscles are also protection.

Not only is it the hands-on ability at critical moments, but it can also directly discourage many scum who only dare to bully the weak and the minority.

While Zhao Hao was watching TV, someone knocked on the door suddenly.

It shouldn't be Winston, he has the key.

Zhao Hao walked over to open the door, and was startled when the door opened. What the hell are you doing with such thick dark circles under your eyes and a nest of rotten straw on your head in the middle of the night? How about pretending to be a vampire with me?

It was Sylvia outside the door, and the god of death was already on the way with a scythe, so naturally he didn't have time to pay attention to makeup.

In fact, it took her more than ten minutes to inquire about Winston's dormitory and find him.

This is thanks to the college not prohibiting girls from coming to the boys' dormitory.

"Where's that Winston?" Sylvia asked quickly when she saw that the person who opened the door was an Asian. At the same time, he was still cocking his feet and peeking into the room. It's a pity that Zhao Hao's size and figure completely blocked him.

Zhao Hao didn't understand, so he replied: "Winston is not here now, what can you do with him?"

"Then where is he?"

"What do you need from him?" Zhao Hao asked again.

Perhaps less than a quarter of the people in this college have an equal attitude towards black people, so Zhao Hao can't blame him for being vigilant.

If it was said that Winston was in the gym, and this woman took a dozen people there, then Winston would have a gang fight, Zhao Hao would feel very uncomfortable.

"I have something to do with Winston!" Sylvia said eagerly, and added "very anxious!"

Zhao Hao was even more strange. After so many days, Winston didn't have a friend he could talk to!

After all, even those who don't discriminate against black people are worried about being isolated by others, so they dare not get too close to black people like Winston. There are almost no such people as Zhao Hao who don't care about socializing at all.

Besides, this girl was dressed in such a strange way that if she was placed in a park or on the street, she would be easily caught by the police and taken to a shelter. If Winston knew such a character, it would be impossible for him not to say a word.

"So, girl. If it's urgent, you should speak up."

Sylvia was forced to do nothing. Although her previous experience told her that no one would believe her words, she couldn't care less now. Let's try one last time!

"Tell me where Winston is? He's in danger!"

Zhao Hao frowned, and a Sichuan character appeared between his eyebrows: "Girl, if you don't mind, can you explain in more detail?"

Zhao Hao actually saw the spiritual energy forming a pattern on the top of her head when the other party was talking!

That's an easel and lots of paintbrushes!

This girl is actually an extraordinary person!

Zhao Hao turned on his demon hunting senses calmly, but there was no aura on the girl.

This is actually normal. Many times, if you don't use your psionic energy, you won't see any traces. Even the psychic energy fluctuation detector of the Bureau of Mystery can only detect the psychic energy fluctuations that are being used and those that have been used in a short period of time before.

Zhao Hao's thoughts changed sharply: If he is a superhuman, this is not a trivial matter! What does this drawing board and brush represent? Was Winston really in danger? !

He felt that he would rather believe what he has than believe what he has not.

"There is a...a monster, and it will threaten Winston. You have to find him quickly and make him hide!"

Zhao Hao didn't question or ridicule like Sylvia imagined, but actually nodded, "Then let's talk as we walk, Winston is downstairs in the gym... If you don't mind, can you describe that monster?"

"You, you believe what I said?!" Now Sylvia was surprised and couldn't believe it.

Zhao Hao slammed the door and walked forward quickly, "I believe it. So, can you tell me about that monster? What does it look like? How big is it?"

"I, I..." Sylvia couldn't keep up with Zhao Hao's footsteps when she trotted, and she didn't know what it was like for a while.

Actually, did you believe that?

...

The two rushed to the gym, and Winston was doing squats, 140 kg in a group of eight, which was slightly lower than Zhao Hao's usual training weight. But among ordinary people, this is already an absolute boss.

This kind of weight is used in the regular group, and there is no one around to protect it, which is already super awesome.

This is also the reason why Winston has never been provoked by anyone in the gym, because these people know that this iron tower can really kill people!

Seeing Winston, both Zhao Hao and Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief.

Sylvia was even a little embarrassed, she was so swearing, as if Winston had been hunted down, but in the end, nothing happened to him, as if she was deceiving the boy.

For the first time in so many years, a person believed what he said without any doubt, even his father didn't believe it very much, but this kind of thing happened in the end.

At this moment, Sylvia even hoped that the monster in the painting would rush out quickly, so as to prove that she was not lying...

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