Behind the secretary were two experts from the Bureau and a team of fully armed monster hunters.
Two of the ghost hunters unfolded a sketch with their hands.
This is a full-size sheet of paper (79cm*109cm) depicting a crossroads scene.
Buildings of varying heights, windows reflecting the light, all sorts of billboards, straight zebra crossings, traffic lights still counting down, and Zhou Boyu and his companions fighting a group of monsters in the middle of the intersection.
It's only black and white, yet it's incredibly realistic.
It's like playing a black-and-white silent film. (Silent film: a film with black and white visuals and no sound. Early films were silent; they only gradually evolved into sound films later.)
Xia Tianqiong looked at the painting and immediately became interested.
He knew what it was, but still asked, "Secretary Liu, what's going on?"
Secretary Liu looked anxious and began to explain to him.
Let's go back to 8 or 9 a.m. today.
Huaihua Road intersection.
A middle-aged man with long flowing hair set up his easel and took out a small stool under the shade of a tree, preparing to draw portraits of passersby.
In this metropolis, it is not uncommon to make a living by drawing portraits on the street.
Especially in busy commercial streets, there would normally be a row of painters setting up stalls to draw portrait sketches for people.
Want a portrait drawn? It's free.
The long-haired man asked a question to everyone he passed.
Now, strange things are rampant, and people are filled with fear. Everyone who goes out is in a hurry and has no time to stop by the roadside.
But some people can't help but stop when they hear it's free.
"Really free? What are you after then?"
A middle-aged woman was carrying a large cloth bag in each hand, filled with salt, soy sauce, fruits and vegetables, and had clearly just returned from a shopping spree.
"If you think my painting is good, please help me promote it. I'm after fame, not profit."
The long-haired man smiled gently, exuding a sunny disposition, though he was a bit effeminate.
The middle-aged woman curled her lip. "You painters, what era are you living in? Still chasing after these empty titles? Wouldn't it be better to earn some money to buy firewood and rice?"
She said that, but she sat down on the small stool opposite her.
"You look so pitiful, I'll let you draw, but hurry up, I need to go to Runfa to buy a few bags of rice later."
The long-haired man grinned, "Please wait a moment, ma'am, it'll be ready soon."
He took out a 2B pencil and started drawing on the drawing paper.
Then I heard a series of swishing sounds, and in less than thirty seconds, I put down the pencil and took the drawing paper off the drawing board.
"It's finished, please take it, ma'am."
The middle-aged woman was visibly taken aback, her face full of doubt. "So fast? You're not kidding me, are you?"
He took the drawing paper with suspicion, turned it around and saw that his reflection was unusually clear.
"That's a really good drawing! You're quite skilled!"
The middle-aged woman was very satisfied, but suddenly she noticed that the portrait on the paper was disappearing little by little.
It's as if someone is holding an eraser and slowly erasing the portrait.
"Huh? What happened? How did it disappear?"
The middle-aged woman looked up to ask a question, but was suddenly startled.
The room was empty; the painter was gone, and the easel had vanished.
What terrified her even more was that everything around her turned into black and white.
Black and white traffic lights, black and white trees, black and white street billboards.
Even she herself is like that.
Looking down again, the drawing paper was completely blank; her portrait had vanished entirely.
"ah!"
She shouted desperately, looking around, only to find that the surroundings were eerily quiet, and she was all alone.
The scene changes.
The long-haired man remained seated under the shade of a tree at the crossroads.
He lifted the last sheet of paper on the canvas, which depicted the current crossroads.
The middle-aged woman was running around in terror inside, but she couldn't escape the boundaries of the drawing paper.
In fact, the death rule was triggered the moment she accepted the portrait.
As the portrait on the paper gradually disappeared, her body in the real world also gradually disappeared, and instead appeared in the sketch of the long-haired man.
She herself was completely unaware of it.
This long-haired man is a sketch artist who used the same method to fool more than ten people at this intersection in one morning.
Finally, other passersby noticed and called the police.
The management bureau first sent a team of civilian ghost hunters, who attacked the painted ghost as soon as they saw it.
Unexpectedly, the ghost painter picked up a pencil and instantly sketched portraits of several people on the paper. The whole process took only two or three seconds, and then he also included several ghost hunters in the sketch.
The ghost painter then drew out strangely shaped monsters that besieged the ghost hunter.
Several monster hunters used their magic to fight back desperately, but the monsters were endless, and they were eventually worn down and died inside.
This civilian ghost hunter team was completely wiped out. The Administration Bureau then sent official ghost hunters, namely Zhou Boyu's team.
The same happened to the five of them; as soon as they started to act, they were drawn into the painting by the ghost.
However, they were slightly stronger and had better teamwork, which allowed them to hold out against the siege of countless monsters.
When the third team of ghost hunters arrived, all that was left at the scene was a black and white sketch.
The eeriness has vanished without a trace.
The team brought the sketch back to the Administration Bureau, where a group of experts and ghost hunters attempted to rescue Zhou Boyu and the others.
I tried many methods, but none of them worked.
Finally, Director Chen thought of Xia Tianqiong, a young man who seemed somewhat mysterious to him and always managed to do things that others couldn't.
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