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"Watercolor or sketch, which one do you prefer?"

The boy stopped completely, and stars flashed in his bright eyes...

"My mother said that you should learn watercolor. Sketching has no color and is not good-looking."

After hearing these words, Wen Jiu can be sure that it is the parents who affect the children to face the real dream.

It's not directly obstructing, but the child is too obedient, knowing the family's expectations, he will not say anything that goes against it.

What Wen Jiu has to do now is to let the boy calmly face the sketches in his mind, and he doesn't have to worry about causing trouble to his family, even if it's just troubles made up by his too sensitive brain.

"That's right, sketches can be used as the basis for painting..."

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The basic skills of perspective, light and shadow, light and shade in sketching are also needed in other styles and painting methods.

After some introductions, the light in the boy's eyes became brighter.

He thought of a way to realize his dream and follow his parents' wishes.

That is... practice sketching and master oil painting at the same time, there is no conflict between the two!

In fact... this is purely a matter of common sense, and the dream in the child's heart is just like this.

After a short blur, the little boy saw another drawing paper, with pencils of different hardness dancing up and down, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and the image turned into white mist and dispersed...

The mind seems to have caught something.

"Big brother, I understand!"

"Um."

The little boy excitedly started to store his painting tools, and he wanted to tell his family about the best-of-both-worlds solution he realized today.

A text prompt box pops up on the game interface: Sweet Dream Points +3.

With the sweet dream points in hand, Wen Jiu chatted casually while the child was collecting the painting tools, "By the way, why do you like sketching so much in your heart?"

"Well...because there's a really awesome plaster cast in the school."

"Plaster statue? Powerful?"

"Hmm!" the boy lowered his voice, "I'll tell you secretly, this is the secret between me and the plaster statue."

"Why does it sound like a strange campus talk?"

"That's right, the ghost story of our Xingxing Elementary School, a plaster statue that can change poses."

In Xingxing Primary School in Changle City, the school where Boss Zhang and his children attend, there are rumors of nonsense.

One of them is a very old-fashioned plaster statue that moves.

This kind of strange talk is very in line with the campus style. Similar to strange talk, there are moving medical anatomical models, statues that can blink, etc., which are common jokes on the Internet.

The plaster statue that the little boy mentioned is located in the old school warehouse. I have been there two or three times when moving things, and the movements of the plaster statue will be a little different each time.

"If you think about it, if I have such a plaster statue, he will change his posture, and I can copy all kinds of human bodies!"

"ha?!"

I have to sigh that the little boy has a clear mind. A normal child changes his movements when he sees the plaster statue, and he is afraid that he will be too scared to sleep at night.

This guy actually inspired a sketching dream...

And he also drew an impression of a stone statue with an ordinary pencil for homework.

"Big brother, this graffiti is for you, thank you."

"Oh...oh." Looking at the simple pencil drawing of the stone statue in his hand, Wen Jiu couldn't laugh or cry.

The big easel almost blocked the little boy, his figure gradually drifted away, Wen Jiu still stayed where he was thinking.

Moving plaster statues...

If it were the world before time travel, Wen Jiu would definitely laugh it off, but there are evil things in this world, not just evil things attached to ordinary objects.

Evil possession is a real phenomenon, and both human beings and ordinary objects may be possessed.

Ordinary objects will undergo abnormal changes after being attached by evil objects, such as wardrobes floating up and the ground surging.

The evil disaster that Boss Zhang almost suffered was a stone tablet that was gathered and attached by a large number of evil things, and it floated from the barren mountains to the outside of Changle City.

Such situations are called 'travel accidents',

It is a special kind of disaster.

Thinking of the possibility of evil things appearing in Xingxing Primary School, Wen Jiu wanted to inform the special police team, but temporarily suppressed his thoughts.

The little boy saw the moving plaster statue one or two years ago, and had a dream of drawing a sketch. Nothing happened in such a long time span.

It's winter vacation now, and there are no students in Xingxing Primary School on a daily basis, so don't worry about sudden danger for the time being, first check with acquaintances to check the situation.

Flip the contact number on the mobile phone to dial out.

"Boss Zhang."

"Brother Wen Jiu, what's wrong?"

"Is Zhang Anning at home?"

"Yes, but I have to go out in half an hour."

"Okay, I'll go find him."

Jogging along the embankment of the Hujiang River to the small supermarket, Zhang Anning was notified by his father and was already waiting outside.

"Brother Wen Jiu~"

"Zhang Anning, where are you going?"

"I go to school."

"School?" Wen Jiu was stunned, "Isn't Xingxing Elementary School on holiday?"

Shaking the key hanging around his neck, Zhang Anning introduced himself as the life committee member of the class. Even during holidays, he had to go to the teacher's house to water the flowers and plants every now and then.

"Well, I'll go with you."

"Eh? Is it okay?" Zhang Anning jumped happily to hold hands, "Brother Wen Jiu, this way."

Walking along the path, Wen Jiu asked a question, "Zhang Anning, I want to ask you something, about a strange story in school."

"Strange stories? Aren't they all fake stories told by boys to scare girls?"

"Well, I've heard that Xingxing Elementary School has plaster statues that move."

"Hey." Zhang Anning waved his hand, "Such a silly strange talk is simply a disgrace in the strange talk."

Today's children are exposed to the Internet earlier, and there are many ways to make up ghost stories. In contrast, having a moving plaster statue is not very creative.

"Where's the plaster statue?"

"Our school's old warehouse."

Fifteen minutes later, the main entrance of Xingxing Primary School.

Zhang Aning first used the key to open the small door next to the main entrance, and entered with Wen Jiu.

"there."

Following the direction pointed by the little hand, an old wooden house was exposed between the teaching building and the wall. Due to its special location, it was basically not exposed to sunlight.

Even if there is a one in ten thousand possibility of encountering an evil thing, the current Wen Jiu would not take the risk of entering the old warehouse.

"Zhang Anning, is there any classroom window that can see into the warehouse?"

The old warehouse has open wooden windows, and the window glass has long since disappeared, and a transparent view can be obtained at an appropriate angle.

"Yes, we can see the old warehouse in our third grade classroom."

"oh?"

If the third-grade classrooms could see the inside of the old warehouse without exception, Wen Jiu could almost tell that the moving plaster statues were fake news, otherwise so many students staring at them every day, a large number of people would have noticed the change.

Entering the teaching building, Zhang Anning fetched water to water the flowers in the corridor.

Wen Jiu looked out the window, but found that no matter how he switched his perspective in the direction of the teaching building, he could at most see the outer layer of the old warehouse, and with debris blocking it, he couldn't see the depth.

"Brother Wen Jiu, it's dangerous! Don't climb out of the window—"

"rest assured."

There is a small platform outside the elementary school classroom, where you can put some flowers and plants and the external unit of the air conditioner. If you lean over the small platform, your vision will extend a lot to the inside of the old warehouse.

Wen Jiu didn't know whether his current psychology hoped for the existence of evil things or not.

Anyway, the pumice stone is turned on first, and the smoke bombs and orange oranges are ready to use at any time.

Looking deep into the old warehouse, white shadows flickered back and forth...