Hang up to study, I became a master of esoteric religion

"Breakfast shop... Well, it's also a good idea."

Mariko had a flash of inspiration and thought of a wonderful illustration idea.

She fantasizes about the hidden unknown elements in the breakfast shop. The crow boss stands in the kitchen and watches coldly, and puts in mosaic dishes. People look crazy and chase after the delicious breakfast without knowing it.

Mariko's digital tablet arrived at home at night. After thinking of an idea, she immediately took out the digital tablet from the second-hand market, plugged it into the computer and installed the relevant driver software.

Mariko then built an 8K pixel, 300 resolution canvas.

She also saw everyone asking for high-quality paintings in the comment area, and then realized that there is another way for painters to make money.

That is to hang high-quality pictures on the website, even original manuscripts, but users need to pay some fees to get such high-quality pictures.

As for low-resolution paintings, they are used for display, mainly for the public, and are convenient for dissemination.

Mariko's crow painting was taken by a mobile phone, and the pixels did not reach the 4K level, and some places were distorted due to camera problems.

This makes some true fans obsessive-compulsive, wanting to collect intact works.

Mariko is now planning to draw a new illustration and hang it up to see how it responds.

The pressure-sensitive pen does not have the unique frictional texture of a pencil, but the hand feel can no longer limit Mariko's technique, and the characters in the pen are gradually becoming more vivid.

As Yuanzi continues to color, a breakfast shop full of gloomy atmosphere gradually takes shape.

The crow is dressed in a white chef's suit and a chef's hat, holding a spoon and injecting strange mosaics.

All the customers in the store have pilgrimage-like fanatical expressions, but they don't know that they are tasting strange mosaic food.

Just as Mariko finished drawing, the doorbell rang at the door.

"Mariko, I'm here, open the door."

Yuanzi didn't have time to clean up, so he had to go to open the door first.

The squad leader wore a uniform skirt and entered with a snack. Mariko guessed that the squad leader hadn't showered yet, otherwise she would have come wearing another set of clothes.

"Please come in."

"Is Mariko studying?" The squad leader took off his shoes at the entrance and put on Mariko's little slippers. The tight black silk legs were a little sexy.

"No, I was just drawing." Yuanzi shook her head and led her into the bedroom.

"Painting?" The monitor asked doubtfully.

When stepping into the bedroom, the monitor was first attracted by a black and white sketch on the desktop.

The shiny wings and dark eyes, like a gnawing abyss, attracted her to approach.

"What is that, did you draw it?" The monitor asked in surprise.

"Well... I also drew it once in my dream." Yuanzi hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"What, did you draw it in your dream?" When the monitor heard this, a strange feeling came to his mind.

The squad leader didn't seem very surprised by the matter of painting.

Where does this strange feeling come from?

Suddenly, a scene of a crow with black feathers standing on a lamppost flashed before the squad leader's eyes, as well as the figure of a crow passing over the city.

The difference is that the crow in the double image in front of him has terrible red eyes.

And the painting in front of me is a black and white sketch, only its spirit, without its color.

Two different feelings, as if some forgotten memory is about to rush out.

"What's the situation, my mind is a little confused now, and my head hurts."

The squad leader sat down, not daring to look at the painting anymore, his head hurts.

Seeing this, Mariko quickly put away the sketch.

Yuanzi originally thought that the squad leader would not have any sequelae, but she thought too much, and she really had to explore this matter slowly, and it couldn't be done in one step.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, monitor! I shouldn't show you the crow, you should lie down and have a rest first." Yuanzi hurriedly sat beside the monitor, and patted the monitor's back with his hand.

"sorry Sorry……"

In order to appease the squad leader, Yuanzi kept chanting "I'm sorry", almost to the level of Tang Monk chanting mantras.

Maybe Mariko's impatient look and constant apology played a role, the squad leader's head calmed down, and the headache was no longer so severe.

"It's okay, I'm fine, you don't need to apologize, it has nothing to do with you." The squad leader shook his head, decided not to recall the crow, and said, "Let's study."

"I'm sorry... huh? Studying?" Yuanzi paused, then shook his head and said, "No, I didn't ask you to help with homework today."

"If it's not homework tutoring, what else can it be?"

"There is something... I want to confess and apologize to you, but seeing your headache, I don't know how much I can say." Yuanzi's expression changed, and he said slowly.

The squad leader felt that Yuanzi was different today. How should I put it, he seemed to have something on his mind to hide from her, "Huh? What's the matter?"

"It's about dreams. Have you ever dreamed about growing vegetables recently?"

Yuanzi thought for a while, and proceeded from the route he tried yesterday to test the monitor's level of trauma.

An apology must be an apology, whether the other party believes it or not, at least one must have a normal attitude.

Mariko struggled for a whole day because she was afraid that the memory of Cthulhu by the sea in No. 2 City would be stirred up.

That dream-within-a-dream is the dreaded forbidden zone of memory.

Yuanzi just showed the crow, a little thoughtless.

Although Yuanzi has never seen the mysterious power of this crow, it must be related to the mysterious power, which is the intuition of a mysterious painter.

Yuanzi didn't expect that when the squad leader saw the crow, the mysterious temperament of the crow would arouse terrifying memories in her heart.

In order to protect her, the brain triggered a self-protection mechanism-headache.

Chapter 42

"You also dreamed of growing vegetables?" the squad leader asked in surprise.

The squad leader always thought it was her own dream, and the Mariko in the dream was her pure fantasy, and it was impossible for the real Mariko to dream such an outrageous dream.

But listening to Mariko, it seems that the truth is not what she imagined, but more complicated and magical.

"I dreamed that I was forced to grow vegetables by you, and I was exhausted like a dog." Yuanzi said here, with a resentful look in his eyes.

Thinking of the days when she was so tired that she was about to fall apart, Yuanzi was shaking with anger.

But in the face of the squad leader who loves her dearly, Yuanzi couldn't do anything.

"No, you really dreamed? No, I told you the story of growing vegetables in my dream today." The monitor shook his head in disbelief.

Any normal person present would think that it is impossible for two people to have the same dream.

"Squad leader, I not only dreamed of growing vegetables, but also other things. Do you know why we grow vegetables on the roof?"

"Because there is no one, I told you this too." The squad leader shook his head.

"But do you know why no one is there, do you know where those people go?"

"This... I really don't know." The squad leader hesitated, "But it is a dream after all, and dreams are absurd and unreal. What you said is a supplementary detail. I didn't conceive a deeper background when I dreamed the dream. "

"No, squad leader, you actually know the truth about No Man's City, you just didn't remember it."

Yuanzi paused, observed the monitor's expression, did not see the symptoms of uncomfortable headache, so he continued:

"You and I both know the deeper reason. That world was once destroyed by a global nuclear war, and terrible mutant creatures were born, causing the population of the whole city to disappear."

"Really, but I don't know very well?" the squad leader asked back.

"For some reason, those memories are sleeping in your consciousness without awakening."

Mariko paused again when he said this, carefully observing the monitor's expression.

Once there is a headache accident, she will immediately stop talking.

"I don't believe it." The squad leader showed a shaken expression.

But the squad leader couldn't admit that what Mariko said was true.

"Two people have the same dream, and you are still being called around by me. It's too outrageous, it's impossible!" The squad leader shook his head.

"It's possible!" Yuanzi retorted.

This night, Yuanzi planned to chat with the monitor.

She carefully unfolded the story around the dream, trying to activate the monitor's memory.

"At first, there was no one in the city. You stood in the street panicked and looked helpless. Then I hugged you and told you, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Hey, hey, are you serious? How can I be helpless, weak and scared? It's not reasonable at all!" The squad leader was full of disbelief.

Yuanzi curled her lips, she narrated from her own point of view, so naturally she couldn't help boasting.

When she talked about her god-level marksmanship, and killed bats with headshots, the squad leader admired her very much.

Yan Qianqian rolled her eyes at Yuanzi, and interrupted: "You think you have automatic head lock + bullet tracking, you take it for granted."

Yuanzi giggled and didn't refute.

When the squad leader goes back to sleep tonight, she should be reminded of some memories after being hinted.

The two chatted for an hour, roughly talking about the story of the ninety days.

Of course, Yuanzi omitted the fact that she met Cthulhu in her dream, because she was afraid that it would bring back the horrible memories of the squad leader.

"Well, monitor, I'm sorry, I got you in trouble, if I didn't drag you into the dream, that kind of thing wouldn't happen." Yuanzi said very apologetically.

"Don't be so smug, how could you have this ability."

"Okay, it's getting late, I'm going back to review, you can work hard." The monitor tapped Yuanzi's forehead with his finger.

Yan Qianqian stood up. Due to height issues, Yuanzi who was sitting on the floor looked up slightly and saw the pantyhose under the monitor's skirt.

The squad leader crossed over on two long legs, Yuanzi had no choice but to get up and send it to the door.

After returning to the bedroom.

Yuanzi recalled the monitor's painful appearance, afraid that she would see the crow he drew, so he sent a message reminding:

"Squad leader, I registered an artist account on the Internet. Don't pay attention to it. There is a picture of that crow in it. I use it to promote and make money."

Mariko told the class monitor some money-making matters, including painting.

Of course, Yuanzi didn't talk about on-hook learning, system typing and so on.

I personally find it inconvenient to say something like a golden finger.

As for the principle of pulling people into dreams.

Mariko used the knowledge of mysterious rituals to explain it indiscriminately, and it sounded logical.

For example, before going to bed for the ceremony, a series of relevant preparations must be made.

Then, when you have a lucid dream in your dream, you also have to prepare for a series of mysterious rituals, chant spells, and then summon your friends to enter the dream.

During the explanation, Yuanzi used a lot of knowledge of ancient rituals to complement each other with modern ritual techniques, and explained this casual ritual very concretely, as if it could really be done.

It's just that the squad leader thinks that the more Mariko makes up the more outrageous, she doesn't believe it at all.

Yuanzi is not in a hurry, when the squad leader's memory fully awakens in the future, he will believe Yuanzi's dream-inducing rhetoric of the mysterious ritual.

……

"Do you use painting to make money?" The class monitor murmured while looking at the messages sent from his mobile phone.

Speaking of which, the monitor also bought a set of pencil tools for Yuanzi as a birthday present.

When choosing a gift, I instinctively picked a pair of pencil tools without thinking too much.

Looking back now, there was that strange behavior that influenced my decision.

The squad leader knew that Yuanzi's favorite birthday gift should be to help her buy a 3A game masterpiece, or to recharge her online game account with a few monthly cards.

So it seems weird to buy a pencil tool as a gift, and it is completely unsuitable for a girl like Mariko who has nothing to do with studying.

But today I went to Yuanzi's house, and after knowing that Yuanzi can draw, this surprised the squad leader.

When did this guy learn to draw?

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