Chapter 282: The Woman Emerging From The Oil Painting
Suddenly.
Jiang Shan stood on a dim road where the distance was unclear, and he shouted toward Yang Jian and Chen Hao who were sprinting not far away.
After entering the Ghost Painting World, Jiang Shan discovered that his Ghost Domain could no longer exhibit that characteristic, but the golden pistol he had left behind contained the ghost characters he had deliberately left.
The gold’s immunity to supernatural influence,
The ghost characters’ remote perception,
Allowed Jiang Shan to easily locate the entrance to the Ghost Painting, which was also the exit from the Ghost Painting.
Although the path he had taken into the city had become this wide road, and the surrounding scenery had also changed.
But the position of the gold would not change.
Jiang Shan was the first to run into this weird road, while Yang Jian and the other hesitated almost not at all, following closely behind without even considering if there was danger ahead or if this road could really lead out.
On both sides of the road was a man-made woods with no visible end, and these woods made the already gray world even darker after blocking the remaining light.
They had not walked far on this road when Jiang Shan soon reached a dead end, with the path ahead blocked by a wall.
But on the wall,
A dilapidated wooden door appeared incongruously before their eyes.
This door was extremely dilapidated, with cold air seeping from the damaged areas, making it appear utterly hollow and horrifying. On the left side of this wooden door, Jiang Shan found a golden magazine.
Pistol,
Magazine.
It seemed undoubtedly to be here.
“Don’t hesitate, the Ghost Domain could change at any moment. Open the door and go in to leave this place.” After Jiang Shan finished speaking, he directly crashed headfirst into that pitch-black, dilapidated wooden door.
Just as he felt himself embraced by darkness, changes occurred around Jiang Shan.
At this moment, he had entered a luxuriously decorated small room, with all the doors and windows of the room tightly closed. The lights on the ceiling were dim and lusterless, seeming ready to go out at any time, and a chilling sensation like smoke permeated every corner of the room.
“Not the original position, this feeling—there’s a ghost nearby?”
At this time, Yang Jian and Chen Hao also emerged. Upon sensing that chill, both of their expressions changed immediately.
“What’s the situation?”
Chen Hao seemed to have noticed something, his expression tense as he exclaimed:
“Ghost House?!”
At the same time,
Beijing Film Academy,
Inside a certain female dormitory building.
“Ugh, what an ugly painting. Who went to learn painting?”
Miao Xiaoshan, who was studying, was drawn by her roommate’s exclamation. She took off her earphones and looked toward the source of the sound.
At this time,
Miao Xiaoshan’s roommate Huang Jiaxin was pointing at an oil painting on the floor, her eyes full of curiosity.
“Yu Xinyue brought it back, right? Didn’t she say she was going to the art gallery with her boyfriend today? By the way, why hasn’t she come back yet? Could it be…”
Zhang Manman, who was lying on her bed scrolling her mobile phone, heard the sound. After pulling back the bed curtain, she raised an eyebrow and smiled as she said to everyone.
Hearing Zhang Manman’s words, Huang Jiaxin frowned slightly. Looking at that weird oil painting, she said in a puzzled tone:
“No way, Xinyue and her boyfriend have only been together for a month. She’s so conservative; she probably wouldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
Zhang Manman seemed to know Yu Xinyue well and whispered mysteriously:
“You don’t know, back in high school, she dated our school’s sports teacher, and that sports teacher was married. From what I heard…”
“Xinyue’s phone is unreachable. I messaged her boyfriend on WeChat, and he said he dropped Xinyue off at the dormitory at nine o’clock.”
Directly interrupting Zhang Manman’s “gossip,” Miao Xiaoshan looked at the chat records on her mobile phone and said gravely.
“Ah? She came back at nine? But I was in the dormitory then—why didn’t I see her?”
“Where could Xinyue have gone? We haven’t had a holiday lately, and her family is in the south. Should we call the counselor…”
Miao Xiaoshan’s words instantly set off an uproar in the dormitory.
Although their dormitory had split into several small groups who didn’t get along with each other, Yu Xinyue’s disappearance still made everyone tense.
After all, not getting along was one thing,
But if Yu Xinyue had really gone missing, it was a matter of life and death, and this group of university students would ultimately still feel unease.
“This painting…”
While everyone was chattering and thinking of solutions, Miao Xiaoshan’s gaze was fixed intently on the oil painting on the floor.
If Yu Xinyue’s disappearance was man-made, then this painting could very well be the key to solving the case; but if it was due to some other reason…
“Don’t you think this oil painting is strange? I keep feeling like the woman in the painting is looking at me. Don’t touch this painting for now.”
After Zhang Manman finished calling the counselor and the dormitory had just quieted down, Miao Xiaoshan pointed at the oil painting on the floor and said weakly:
“I’ll call my high school classmate. He’s a police officer in the criminal investigation department. If Xinyue really went missing, there might be clues on that painting.”
To keep her roommates from touching that weird oil painting, Miao Xiaoshan lied to them.
Because ever since seeing the oil painting, her heart had grown increasingly uneasy, a feeling just like when she encountered that weird old man with death spots in the classroom back then.
And that old man,
Was a ghost with no emotions that only killed people!
After that experience, Miao Xiaoshan knew clearly that Yang Jian was no longer the classmate from school who used to pester her to copy his homework and ask her questions.
She originally didn’t want to call Yang Jian, not because she didn’t want to contact him.
After all, they had known each other since attending school in Dachang City, and their relationship was good. The reason she didn’t want to call was simply that she didn’t want to trouble him.
She vaguely knew Yang Jian’s identity and knew he had more important things to do.
But now, with her roommate’s bizarre disappearance plus that weird feeling in her heart, her intuition told Miao Xiaoshan that she must muster the courage to call Yang Jian.
She remembered Yang Jian once telling her that if she had something going on, she should call him.
“Beep beep beep”
Miao Xiaoshan had just wanted to call Yang Jian when her phone in her pocket suddenly rang.
“Yang Jian? Why is he calling me at this time?”
Seeing the caller ID note, Miao Xiaoshan’s face changed drastically, and the unease in her heart grew even stronger.
The moment she answered the phone, a familiar voice came through:
“Miao Xiaoshan, it’s Yang Jian. Stay in the dormitory right now and don’t move. Don’t go anywhere. If you see anything that makes you feel uneasy, like a painting or a patch of darkness, don’t hesitate—run upstairs immediately!”
Yang Jian’s voice was very urgent, an emotion Miao Xiaoshan had never heard from him before.
“How could… no signal?”
She wanted to say something, but she suddenly discovered that the call had ended at some unknown point.
Miao Xiaoshan’s hands trembled as she put down the mobile phone. After the call ended, her face turned pale, horror leaked from her eyes, and her gaze instinctively turned to the floor.
The floor was very clean, with no extra clutter, but against the wall was an old oil painting with a bit of historical feel.
But suddenly,
The woman in the painting seemed to notice Miao Xiaoshan’s gaze, or perhaps due to some supernatural influence, one of her feet stretched out from the painting.
