Scared.

There seemed to be an extremely terrifying oppressive force in the wooden house, invisible and its source could not be felt, but this oppressive force was real, especially for the bone mask that had stayed in the second-hand alley for a long time, this feeling was particularly obvious.

It's like a sheep being led into a tiger's den. The only thing left is fear, and it can't say a word.

It was not until Lin Mo secretly asked it if it could tell what was in the painting that the bone mask said in a very small voice: "I don't understand."

Bai asked.

Lin Mo knew that he could only rely on himself at this time.

"Little boy, have you ever learned to paint?"

"No."

"Uncle has time to teach you, okay?"

"good!"

"By the way, uncle doesn't even know your name yet."

"My name is Tiantian!"

"Tiantian, what's your father's name?"

"My father's name is Zhang Shujiang."

"What about your mother?"

"My mother's name is Liu Xiaomei,"

Lin Mo was studying the painting while chatting with the children.

The effect is remarkable. After such a pull, the little boy named Tiantian seemed to have forgotten to ask about the painting, but Lin Mo knew that things were not that simple.

Because the sense of crisis that feels like a thorn in the back or a fishbone stuck in the throat is still there and has not disappeared.

Sure enough, Tiantian suddenly asked, "Uncle, have you guessed it?"

This kid is not easy to deal with.

"Tiantian, your painting is so good. Uncle must take a good look and guess." Lin Mo hurriedly continued to interrupt: "By the way, just now I heard you say that you were waiting for dad, why not wait for mom?"

Lin Mo's attention was now focused on this painting, and he couldn't guess that something big was going to happen, so he might not even notice what he said.

"Dad said that Mom is dead and has gone to another world. It will take many, many years before we can go see her." Children's words are always innocent.

Lin Mo also thought of him as a poor child who lost his mother at an early age.

"Then it must be very hard for your dad to raise you alone." Lin Mo discovered a serious problem. He couldn't tell what this painting was at all.

Too abstract.

The main thing is that it resembles everything and has a little bit of everything.

Kind of like a person.

It's also a bit like some animals.

It still looks like a house.

Even for this, Lin Mo spent a long time observing and carefully analyzing each stroke before coming to this conclusion.

How can we be sure of this? To say that this painting is a specific thing or a person, or a certain animal, we can say it is right, but we can also say it is not right.

But the biggest problem is that the right of interpretation belongs to Tiantian.

He has the final say on whether it is right or wrong.

This is very troublesome.

Who knows what this little brat is thinking about? We have to guess what he is thinking.

Lin Mo suddenly had an idea at this moment, and he looked at the other paintings on the table.

Generally speaking, if children draw pictures at the same time, there will be a certain degree of continuity. If the previous picture is a rabbit, relatively speaking, you can look at the pattern of other pictures to infer the content of all the pictures.

After all, when children draw, they mostly want to express their views on things and their thoughts.

So Lin Mo asked a very crucial question at this time.

"Tiantian, did you draw these pictures while you were waiting for your dad?"

"Yes!" Tiantian nodded.

This is a very important clue.

Lin Mo had also felt lonely. Five years ago, on a night, he was waiting for his father to come home.

In the end, I didn't wait all night and what I finally got was bad news.

Lin Mo understood the feeling of waiting.

Especially for a five-year-old child, what he is thinking in his heart is definitely that he wants his father to come home early to be with him.

After all, a five-year-old child has relatively few things to access, and the first step in drawing is definitely to start drawing familiar things around him.

people.

Or thing.

Or something derived from both.

Lin Mo began to look around.

He noticed a stuffed rabbit on the bed.

It's a bit worn out and dirty, I don't know how long it has been since it was washed.

Lin Mo asked directly: "Tiantian, is the rabbit you drew the one on the bed?"

Tiantian turned his head, looked, and nodded.

You got it right! As expected, the world of children is very simple. What they draw is limited to their cognition, the environment they are in, and the things they see.

So, the clue may be in this room.

Lin Mo immediately stood up and compared the painting with others.

He saw a tattered poster on the wall.

It shows a woman in a swimsuit.

Lin Mo immediately took out a painting for comparison. There was a strange person in the painting, but it could be vaguely seen that the movements were very similar to the woman in the poster.

But if it weren't for this poster, Lin Mo would never have guessed that this was a beauty in a swimsuit.

So, Tiantian is a soul painter.

Now there are two pieces of evidence.

One is the bunny on the bed and the other is the poster on the wall.

In other words, Tiantian's paintings are all things that already exist in the house, but because Tiantian's imagination has been incorporated into the paintings, they are very different from the actual objects.

But you can still see some of it more or less.

That's enough.

Now that we have this level of inference, we can continue to look according to this logic. If something is similar to the painting in hand, then it must be it.

Soon, Lin Mo discovered something else.

Among the picture books in the drawer, Lin Mo found two story books, "The Wolf in the Forest" and "The Clever Hunter", with pictures on the covers of the books.

But he didn't find the corresponding painting in these paintings.

There is no similarity at all.

But these two books were obviously so worn out from being read so many times. Logically speaking, since I had to draw every day, I couldn't possibly ignore these two books. They were also the only two storybooks in the room.

Unless, these two elements are in the painting he is guessing.

After careful observation, Lin Mo seemed to see the characteristics of a wolf, such as claws and the big tail.

But there's obviously more than just wolves in the painting.

And hunters.

If these two elements are taken into consideration, Lin Mo can at least determine part of the content of this painting.

There are hunters, there are wolves, and the hunters are hunting the wolves.

So what are those thick lines around the house?

Lin Mo's heart moved and he understood.

At this time, Tiantian also ran over and asked, "Uncle, have you guessed it? Hurry up, I'll count down for you, three... two... one..."

Lin Mo said, "What you drew is your father fighting a wolf in this room."

Tiantian was stunned.

There was a look of surprise and a little bit of surprise on his face.

I guess it's the kind of complicated expression that shows he thinks the uncle shouldn't be able to guess it, but at the same time he hopes he can guess it.

"You guessed it right, uncle, you are so awesome. Someone else has guessed it before, and you are the second person who guessed it right. I'll give you a thumbs up every day!" The little boy gave a thumbs up.

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

The second person to guess correctly.

The first one should be the coffin bearer.

The third update is here! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)