Lin Mo pushed open the toilet door and peeked inside.

No one.

Moreover, the owner of this house is not so crazy as to convert the toilet into a studio.

But there are also paintings in the toilet.

Still a woman.

It's a work of art with a vase in hand and not many clothes.

Lin Mo leaned over to take a look.

The girl who looked like a vase did not react.

“It should be a serious painting!”

Lin Mo introduced himself, and then said: "We are all neighbors in the same building. If there is anything, we can help each other. Our community has recently issued a code of conduct for residents. It will be good for you to learn more about it."

After saying that, he closed the door and walked out.

Go to the kitchen.

Nothing.

There were paintings on the walls, too, but they were of rotten meals, rotten apples and vegetables.

Lin Mo was not stupid enough to chat with these fruits and vegetables.

Skip.

There are two small bedrooms left.

Walk up to one of the doors, knock, say hello, and open the door.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

This house is dreamy.

There are also many paintings hanging inside, but they are all in fairy tale style, with rainbows, small animals, funny clowns and so on.

"Could it be that this is a children's room?"

Lin Mo likes it very much.

The main reason is that he felt that if Little Red Skirt and the others were here, they would definitely like it very much.

Because the paintings here contain things that are extremely rare in the nightmare world.

color.

Colorful bright colors.

The children here cannot see the sun or the rainbow, but if they were in this room, all their fantasies would definitely be fulfilled.

Lin Mo wanted more and more to establish good relations with the painters here.

In the future, we can invite him to do some literary and artistic creation in the community, and paint on the walls, fitness equipment and floors of the community.

I believe that the Lvyuan community will be very distinctive in the future.

After walking around the children's art studio, Lin Mo didn't encounter any problems, probably because he was carrying the flaming brick.

After coming out of the children's painting studio, there is only the last room left in room 409.

Lin Mo guessed that the painter should be inside.

As usual, I walked over, knocked on the door and said hello.

"If no one responds, then I'll go in." Lin Mo said and pushed the door.

Didn't push it open.

The door is locked.

"I broke down the door." Lin Mo took out a brick and broke it with two bangs.

I pushed the door open and there was still no one inside.

The room was empty. There were paintings, but they were on the walls.

This is actually a graffiti room.

It felt like entering a room of alternative plus hip-hop artists.

Lin Mo was a little disappointed, there was obviously no one in this room, and this was the last room of Room 409. He looked everywhere, but couldn't find the painter.

"Could it be that the paintings in this room were formed naturally?" Lin Mo stood in this room full of graffiti, stroking his chin and thinking.

Probably not.

Lin Mo is not stupid.

There are several rooms in this house, and this is the only one that is locked.

And it was locked from the inside.

So there must be someone here, but we don’t know where he is hiding.

But the whole house was covered with graffiti, there were no human-shaped objects, just some weird patterns. Some of them could be recognized as basketballs, hoops and speakers, but many of them looked like they were directly splashed with paint, covering them layer by layer, and no one knew what these graffiti meant.

Lin Mo walked out of the room.

Of course he couldn't just leave like that, so he planned to ask the ghost in the painting.

It was still the portrait of the deformed monster. Lin Mo walked closer and explained the situation to the other party.

"Look, this is what happened. I need to talk to the painter in this room. You must know where he is. Tell me. Don't worry, I will definitely not tell him that it was you who said it." Lin Mo said the last sentence in a low voice.

The deformed monster portrait looked as if it was sweating at this moment.

It's a bit like being caught in a struggle and pain.

Lin Mo thought for a moment and whispered, "I see. You are afraid that others will say something. Don't worry about this. If anyone talks too much, I will burn it."

As he said this, he shook the brick in his hand.

The portrait of the deformed monster was still standing still. It was obvious that the other party's fear of the painter was much greater than his fear of Lin Mo.

Lin Mo snorted coldly.

Walk over and ask those ghost paintings in the dark.

Before, the four ghosts in this ghost painting were very cooperative and were what Lin Mo considered the friendliest ghosts. I believe that this time, they will also cooperate with Lin Mo’s inquiries and take the initiative to tell him where the painter is.

"Tell me, where is the painter?" Lin Mo squatted down and asked in a low voice.

Likewise, assurances were given to these ghosts.

They said they promised not to tell anyone.

But this time, the ghosts didn't move, but it could be seen that they were very frightened.

Like the freak portraits, it is in a state of struggle.

Lin Mo knew that asking this question would definitely not work.

Sometimes, if negotiation doesn't work, you have to resort to force.

Lin Mo stood up at this time, looked around, and then walked around with the brick in his hand.

"I came here today just to talk to the painter. Since you are in Lvyuan Community, you must abide by the rules here. I hope you can take the initiative to tell me where the painter is, otherwise, I might accidentally set a fire here..."

At this moment, flames were raging on the brick in his hand.

Lin Mo continued shaking: "Look, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, I can't catch it anymore. If I don't say anything, it will be too late."

Under the naked threat, the ghost painting in the house compromised.

Waves of strange and low ghostly voices came into Lin Mo's ears.

"Please tell me one by one."

Lin Mo finished speaking, and this time he heard it clearly.

After the whisper, Lin Mo understood.

Painters do exist.

And right in this house.

But most of the time, the painter does not come out. And the ghosts in these ghost paintings do not know much about the painter, they are very afraid of the painter.

Because they are all nightmares imprisoned in the paintings by the painter.

"I advise you not to go to the painter."

"The painter would seal him in the painting as well."

"Wait a minute, this is fine."

"Shh, don't let him hear it."

The whispers that lingered in my ears were chaotic, just like being in a vegetable market.

Lin Mo didn't bother to argue with them.

He had just gotten the clue he wanted.

The painter was in this house, in the locked room with the graffiti.

A ghost told Lin Mo that there was another door in this room.

As long as you find this door, you can find the painter.

As for the others, the ghosts in these paintings really don’t know anything. Some of the ghosts don’t even know that there is a picture of a beautiful woman in the bathroom.

Back to the room covered in graffiti.

After looking around, Lin Mo scratched his head and said, "Where is the door in this place?"

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