This is not a weird story

The child was a little boy. His figure disappeared in the corridor in a blink of an eye. At a glance, he might be about five or six years old.

At the same time, Wei An also noticed that he was holding a paintbrush in his hand.

Looking at the various graffiti on the surrounding walls, they should be the work of this child.

However, there are graffiti on the higher places on the wall, and they are densely covered in more than one place. It is impossible to reach them at the height of the child just now.

So there may be more than one person who draws, and maybe adults.

Every floor in this second rumor mission is not to be taken lightly, especially this last one.

Wei An looked around. Now he didn't know what should be done on this floor to close the elevator door.

Looking back, I saw that the elevator door did not need to be blocked by anything at this time. It would not close on its own. It would not respond until the task on this floor was completed and then the door was returned to the elevator and the door close button was pressed.

Soon Wei An chose the aisle on the right and walked there.

To complete the task here, it may have something to do with the graffiti child. If possible, he is going to contact him first.

When I came to the corridor on the right, I looked all the way. The guardrail of the corridor and the wall opposite were all covered with graffiti. It was so dense that Wei An felt uncomfortable at a glance.

Although I saw a lot of graffiti on the elevator side just now, it was not so dense, and there were more and more weird patterns.

Wei An did not have trypophobia, but after seeing so many graffiti, he still felt an indescribable discomfort. When he looked carefully at the patterns, he quickly found the cause of his discomfort.

Although these patterns appear to be fragmented, upon closer inspection, it is found that they were originally complete, but were intentionally split into several pieces during the process of being drawn.

For example, a cartoon dress is broken into four pieces when it is drawn, and each is separated by a certain distance. There is also a small pet cat, with its head in front and tail in the middle, but its body and limbs are fragmented and scattered.

Then Wei An saw a drawn adult. Not only was this adult's body and limbs decomposed by the brush, but his face was painted into several pieces, as if a complete piece of glass fell to the ground and was all separated.

The most important thing is that there is a piece of face that is separated. The eye is extremely wide, and the eye sockets are filled with bloodshot eyes, which makes people feel creepy.

Wei An walked along the corridor and saw the same picture. Most of the complete people and objects were separated, and after being separated, they were interspersed with other patterns. If you didn't pay attention, there would be no trace of them at all. I can't tell what these things are painted on.

As he walked, he looked around. After half a look, he felt that he was not feeling well, so he simply stopped looking. However, Wei An also noticed that the doors to the rooms in this corridor were all closed, and he tried to open one. One or two rooms, but found that all the door locks were locked.

With the experience of the last ghost story, Wei An was not going to let it be locked this time. He had to find a way to open these doors to see if the kind of black energy that would allow him to successfully build a spiritual barrier appeared.

He quickly reached the end of the corridor. Unexpectedly, when he reached the door of the last room, he found that the door was open, and it was not ajar, but completely wide open.

Wei An stood at the door and looked inside, and found that there was not a single piece of furniture in the room.

But instead, the walls of the house were covered with graffiti, with various patterns even on the ceiling.

Wei An saw no one in the room outside. He walked slowly into the room. When he walked to the door leading to the inner room, he saw the little boy he had just seen lying in a corner of the inner room by the window. It seemed that Painting in that place.

After waiting for a while, Wei An saw that the little boy was painting seriously and did not even notice that he was coming, and he did not feel that there was any danger here.

Knocking lightly on the door of the back room, the little boy was still lying on the ground concentrating on painting, without any response.

Wei An coughed slightly again.

At this time, the little boy heard it, dropped the paintbrush, and was still lying on the ground. He turned his head and looked over with a surprised look on his face.

"Who are you……"

"Hello, I'm a passerby who came here by mistake." Wei An said: "I can't find the way out, what are you doing here?"

After struggling with ghost stories for so long, Wei An now has a unique experience and perception of the weirdness in each ghost story. At this time, he can detect that the other person does not seem to be weird at all.

The little boy grabbed the paintbrush, got up from the ground, and asked curiously: "Uncle, why don't you wear clothes?"

Wei An: "Uh...the clothes are hanging on the rooftop. What's your name?"

The little boy said: "I am Xiao Rui, can't you get out too?"

"Well, I can't find the way out." Wei An nodded, then pointed to the wall, "These...are all your paintings?"

The little boy pointed at the painting that was about the same height as himself and replied: "Here, here, and here are all painted by me."

Wei An understood what he meant, that is, all the paintings below his height were painted by him, including those painted by the little boy lying on the ground just now.

"Who taught you how to draw? Your parents?" Wei An knelt down and looked at the little boy whose face was stained with paint pens.

The boy Xiao Rui replied: "No, it was the little sister who taught me. The little sister is very good at painting."

Wei An was stunned and pointed to the paintings high on the ceiling and walls, "Are these paintings painted by young ladies?"

Xiao Rui nodded, "Some of them were painted by the young lady and me together."

Wei An noticed this, because some of these paintings felt like graffiti. Some of the paintings only had an outline of a human figure filled in with many thick lines. They looked very chaotic, as if the person who was graffiti was mentally confused.

The paintings that Xiao Rui drew under the wall have a better look and feel, and are relatively normal. There are no line-style graffiti, but the characters and animals are also separated.

According to Xiao Rui, his paintings were all taught to her by that young lady.

"Where are your parents?" Wei An asked.

"Dead." Xiao Rui replied, pointing to the corner on the other side.

Wei An turned his head and looked around, and saw two adults in the picture in the corner, but their bodies were all split. Their heads, bodies, and limbs were not together, and even their heads were split in two. This should be It is written by Xiao Rui himself.

In Wei'an's view, in Xiao Rui's writing, he presented the way his parents died.

"Then...where is the young lady who taught you how to draw?" Wei An asked again.

"Sometimes she is here, sometimes she is not." Xiao Rui said, "But she doesn't like strangers, so you must not talk to her."

Wei An was stunned, and at the same moment there was movement outside the house.

Xiao Rui stood up and said, "She's here!"