Lin Mo thought to himself, could the painting here be a masterpiece?

He doesn't understand anyway.

As a result, Zhang Meng saw that an hour had passed.

Lin Mo couldn't help it, so he went over and pulled her. Zhang Meng turned back and glared at him.

Write and ask: Sister, what are you doing?

Zhang Meng wrote back: These are famous paintings, legendary ones. You wouldn’t understand them even if you told them, and they are all genuine.

Lin Mo rolled his eyes at the other party, thinking that it was really a ghost.

Can the paintings in the nightmare world be authentic?

But that can't be said.

If it is a projection of an authentic painting, or if it is a painting of a nightmare, it can indeed be called authentic.

Lin Mo told Zhang Meng, now is not the time to study paintings. Is there any way you can draw a passage that can leave from this boat?

Lin Mo was looking for a way out.

Why did you bring Zhang Meng here? It was just for this.

As a result, as soon as this idea was written out, Zhang Meng shook his head and wrote this paragraph.

"There are special restrictions here, which involve very advanced theories. If I can sum it up in one sentence, I can't do it."

Lin Moxin said, wouldn't it be easier for you to just write that you can't do it? Why did you waste so much words on it?

However, the situation is not good. Zhang Meng, who was given high hopes, is completely useless at this time. So isn't it pointless to bring her here?

Zhang Meng ignored Lin Mo at this moment and continued to run around looking at the oil paintings on the wall.

Although he had noticed it before, Lin Mo didn't realize that there were so many paintings on this ship, hanging in almost every room and every corridor.

No two paintings are completely equal. Zhang Meng looked at them with fascination. However, Lin Mo also discovered an interesting thing. Zhang Meng did not look at every painting.

For example, just now, Zhang Meng glanced at an oil painting over two meters high placed at the end of a corridor and actually bypassed the painting.

Lin Mo was confused and chased after him to ask.

Zhang Meng wrote with a pen: That painting is very dangerous, and there are several very scary evil spirits on it.

Lin Mo smiled and wrote: How scary can it be?

Zhang Meng wrote: It shouldn’t take much effort to kill you and me.

Lin Mo suddenly became serious.

He didn't think Zhang Meng was exaggerating.

Although this girl is usually aloof, she should not be joking about this kind of issue.

Lin Mo probed his head and took a closer look at the oil painting.

The main color of the oil painting is the gothic dark style, which is very dark, and some bright colors are used to outline the specific outline and content in the darkness.

There was a man above, carrying a lantern, wearing a high hat, and his face was wrapped in a blood-stained white bandage. His face could not be seen clearly. His exposed hands were also wrapped in bandages, and he was wearing a black dress and boots.

In the background of the picture, if you look carefully, you can find some weird monsters.

Zhang Meng wrote: This is the night watchman and the law enforcer.

Law enforcer?

Lin Mo somehow remembered the terrifying coldness that came in behind them when they were at the Grand Theater.

From this painting, Lin Mo felt the same atmosphere.

Could it be said that the cold thing that walked into the Grand Theater at that time was painted with this thing?

It is possible.

If that's the case, then there must be a very powerful painter on this boat, maybe even better than Zhang Meng, otherwise there would be so many weird oil paintings.

There is obviously more than one weird oil painting like Bandaged Night Watch.

Following Zhang Meng, Lin Mo saw another one. In the cabin on the upper level, probably at the same location, there was a huge oil painting at the end of a dim corridor that no one would enter.

But what is painted on this oil painting is a graceful back figure.

The other party is dressed like a maid, but in a more high-end style. She wears a small hat similar to that of a nurse, but it is black. The whole back reveals a strange beauty.

But even stronger is the sense of danger.

When Zhang Meng saw this painting, her eyes widened, and there was a trace of fear deep in her pupils.

Understood.

This one in the optimization may be scarier than the bandage watchman just now. It belongs to a big boss and cannot be offended.

Then don't mess with it.

In other words, let’s not mess with it for the time being.

At this time, Zhang Meng wanted to continue to the upper level, but at this time, many people poured into this cabin from all directions, as if they had made an appointment.

There was a rumble of footsteps, numbering in the thousands.

Zhang Meng's feet were so frightened when she saw this posture. She had never seen this before. After all, she spent most of her time in the studio of Luyuan Community.

Of course, it's not that she's really afraid of these people. The main reason is that she's a homebody and is afraid of society!

I feel uncomfortable when I go to crowded places, and my hands and feet feel weak, especially when I see so many unfamiliar faces.

At first, Lin Mo thought that these people were coming for him, but soon discovered that these people ignored them at all and ran over quickly to a gate in front.

Lin Mo noticed that there was also a clock hanging on the door.

I looked at the time.

Good guy, if I wasn't paying attention, it's almost three o'clock.

According to previous inferences, something big happens every three hours on this ship, and everyone must abide by it.

We watch a musical at twelve o'clock, but what do we do at three o'clock?

I guess the answer lies in the front door.

Without saying a word, Lin Mo pulled Zhang Meng, greeted Zhang Xu and the others and followed the crowd forward. Zhang Meng was obviously not happy, but this would make her weak-handed and unable to resist. As a result, Lin Mo easily dragged her into the house.

When I went in and took a look, I was shocked.

Hundreds of beds are neatly placed there.

It's the bunk bed type.

At this moment, the crowd had begun to fight for the beds. It was a lively scene, and some even started fighting over the fight for the beds.

Lin Mo looked at the hundreds of bunk beds and thought about it.

The three o'clock pattern on the clock looks like a bed.

Could it be that it’s three o’clock and I have to go to bed?

From the current look, it shouldn’t be wrong.

At this moment, many people have found the shop and climbed up without moving, as if they were brewing something.

Lin Mo felt that he had to do as the locals do in this matter. It was just like watching a musical in a large theater. If someone lets you sleep, he would just lie on the bed and stay there for a while.

Soon, most people found beds.

At this time Lin Mo discovered a problem.

The number of beds is obviously not enough.

Unless two people are allowed to lie on part of the bed, it is simply impossible to have one bed for one person.

In the blink of an eye, the bed was full.

The passengers on the ship, whether they are ghosts or monsters, some of them are familiar with each other, but now they can only squeeze two into one bed, which is a eyesore.

Looking at this posture, normally there is no bed to lie on.

But Lin Mo knew the rules on the Silence.

If you don't lie down in bed by three o'clock, the consequences will be very serious.

So Lin Mo randomly found a bed where Nightmare was lying and motioned for him to get up.

The nightmare on the bed stared fiercely, obviously not wanting to get out of the way.

Lin Mo showed the knife.

Then he waved a few times, which means to tell the other party that if you get out of the way now, you can still grab someone else's bed. If you don't get out of the way, there will be only a dead end.

The nightmare rolled his eyes and understood the current situation.

It has no control over this matter.

The other party was also a decisive master. He immediately stood up and rushed towards the other nightmares on the bed.
To be continued...