In the studio of No. 409, all the ghost paintings were quiet at this moment and did not dare to make a single sound. The reason was that Zhang Meng was painting under Lin Mo's description.

"The characteristic of that place is darkness, but you can be sure that there are unknown things hidden in the darkness, you know? Ordinary darkness, darkness hiding monsters, although they are all pitch black, but the feeling is different. What I want is that

A feeling.”

Lin Mo gestured with his teeth and claws, while Zhang Meng lowered his head to paint.

She has now changed back to her original outfit, and looks like an ordinary female college student.

It's just that Zhang Meng also has a certain range for Lin Mo's almost nonsense description.

She simply handed over the drawing paper.

"You draw!"

"Me?" Lin Mo was amused and said angrily, "Why should I ask you if I can draw?"

"I know you can't draw, but can you paint black? Think back to how you felt when you stared at the darkness, and then paint black under this feeling. Don't tell me you can't, even kindergarten children can do it."

"Okay, let me try."

Lin Mo nodded, took the pen and began to blacken the paper.

This is indeed quite simple, but when it comes to the feeling of being in a ghost forest of thorns, it is a little more difficult.

Zhang Meng was watching from the side, watching Lin Mo's clumsy application of colors. Her eyelids were twitching wildly. She thought to herself that she had repaired the gap in the painting last time. She should go to the temple to burn some incense if she survived in the end.

That was really good luck and a stroke of luck.

Judging by how clumsy this guy is, even the kindergarten kids are better than him.

That's it, she is still the 'author' of the painting world. She is really blind, how could she find such a fool.

But Zhang Meng soon remembered that there seemed to be no one else at that time, only Lin Mo could help her.

It's the kind of thing you don't have to choose from.

There was nothing she could do, Lin Mo was painting, and she could only continue to give pointers and guidance. It was much more tiring than painting by herself.

But this process is indispensable.

The other party is the one who writes the painting. If you want the painting to be truly complete with the so-called second-level dream, you must let Lin Mo do the writing, even if it is as simple as blacking out.

After finally waiting for Lin Mo to finish painting, Zhang Meng grabbed the brush.

"Okay, it's none of your business. Let's go and rest for a while."

"You don't need my help anymore? I think I'm pretty good at painting and I've already found some feeling." Lin Mo said that he can still do it.

Zhang Meng pulled him away.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lin Mo was helpless, but he knew that professional matters had to be handled by professionals. So he stood aside and watched while describing the details of the door.

Slowly, the painting began to take shape. Zhang Meng's skills were very superb. He was able to paint the door vividly just by relying on Lin Mo's verbal description.

At this moment, Lin Mo was staring at the ghost forest of thorns in the painting, looking at a door in front of him, and he had a feeling, as if at this moment, he was back to that terrifying scene, among the thorns.

It's not completely finished yet, but it's already so expressive.

Zhang Meng is indeed awesome!

"My Lord District Chief, this painting of yours has taken a lot of my energy." Zhang Meng raised her hands and stretched her waist at this time. Her loose clothes also outlined perfect curves at this time.

I can't tell that this otaku girl is quite capable.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"Thank you, I haven't finished painting yet." Zhang Meng rolled her eyes at Lin Mo, moved her neck, arms and back, and continued to paint with her head down.

Clearly, she was refining something.

It belongs to striving for excellence.

Lin Mo didn't dare to disturb him. After waiting for more than a month, Zhang Meng looked up again.

"There's still one last touch left, District Chief, you do it."

"Me?" Lin Mo looked at the already perfect painting and shook his head. This was not superfluous for him to paint.

There is no doubt that if he makes a single stroke, he will definitely destroy this perfect painting.

"I said there is only one stroke left. There is a line over there, where the door is. I deliberately left a break point. You go and connect the line." Zhang Meng was sweating. After finishing the painting,

It seemed to her that she had just had an intense workout.

I guess it's really exhausting.

Lin Mo took the pen and began to carefully prepare to draw the last stroke.

But when he finished this stroke, Lin Mo seemed to have entered the ghost forest of thorns, and the aura of fear and despair rushed towards his face.

In the end, Lin Mo drew this stroke steadily.

In an instant, there was a blast on the drawing paper, and a black gas came out.

It seems to have opened a passage to another world.

"It's done!"

Zhang Meng smiled with her teeth exposed. She looked at the painting, framed it quickly, and hung it on the wall.

Looking at this painting now, the darkness above seems to seep through, and the light in the painting room also dims. An invisible force affects this place.

Zhang Meng saw this and covered the painting with a piece of canvas.

"This place is dangerous. Let me tell you in advance that I will not go with you to this place." Zhang Meng was afraid that Lin Mo would catch the strong man.

"Don't worry, you have done me a huge favor by being able to draw this painting." Lin Mo expressed his gratitude.

"Don't forget, you said you would agree to any of my requests."

"Don't worry about this. I, Lin Mo, dare to do other things, but I really don't dare to do things that make me gain from breaking my promise."

"That's good." Zhang Meng smiled and said, "Is there anything else? Then I will go back to the castle and continue to play my role as Queen."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Lin Mo waved his hand.

Over there, Zhang Meng climbed into the castle painting. When she reached the middle of the castle, she thought of something. She turned back and glanced at Lin Mo, and couldn't help but said: "The dream painting on the second floor gave me a terrible feeling. If you want

When you go in, be sure to pay attention to safety."

After saying that, she climbed into the castle painting.

Obviously Zhang Meng felt something when he painted that painting.

That's why she said this.

Zhang Meng is usually a person who doesn't talk nonsense and is a taciturn person. Maybe she should take the initiative to remind him, which means that the painting is indeed extremely dangerous.

Lin Mo glanced at the painting covered with canvas, turned around and walked out of the studio.

He had to think carefully about whether to bring some neighbors in.

When he went out, Lin Mo thought that he must bring more neighbors with him, but when he walked to the corridor window and looked down, he saw a very peaceful scene.

The bald man was playing with his son, and Mama Dandan was sitting on a chair in the park, holding her head and telling stories to a group of little ghosts.

There are children playing on the swings over there. Little Red Dress is sitting on the grass blowing balloons. Next to her are her parents.

There are other neighbors.

The whole picture is peaceful and happy.

Seeing this, Lin Mo suddenly didn't want to call the neighbors anymore.

"They have all experienced pain, whether they are dead or alive, and have been tortured by resentment and despair. But in the Green Garden Community, they have found their former happiness. Why should I destroy this precious thing?

That’s it, that’s it!”

Lin Mo knew very well that going to the second-floor dreamland this time would definitely be full of dangers. It might not be an exaggeration to say that he had a narrow escape from death.

Therefore, we cannot push them into the fire pit again.

Besides, Lin Mo knows that soldiers are more valuable than finesse, not too many. Peace and tranquility are hard-won, and Lin Mo, including his father, will not let them be in danger again this time.

"Lao Bai, if you come with me this time, plus Xiaoyu and Sister Yue, it should be almost done."

Lin Mo considered whether to take Doudou with him.

Doudou is now having a lot of fun playing with the children in the community. Since this child has followed her everywhere, his personality has become more and more similar to hers.

Except for being a bit uglier and scarier, in other aspects, he is a good boy, and he is becoming more and more like a human being, rather than a scary evil ghost.

Lin Mo hasn't thought about this yet.

First I went down to the second floor and had a chat with the butcher.

The butcher was obviously very interested in Lin Mo's parasitized knife and couldn't put it down.

The other party told Lin Mo that he wanted to peel off some parasite tissues and study them.
To be continued...