monster detection team

"This painting is old, isn't there Caesar at that time?" Yi Ange murmured.

Jing Rong remained silent.Others gathered around, a little confused, but most of them were guessed from Yi Ange's reaction, and they all showed surprised expressions.

Yi Ange closed his eyes forcefully and knocked on his head.

No, things are not that simple.

Caesar is just a bird, and it doesn't live that long.And the illusion created by it will appear in Fang Qixian's collection, what does this mean?Does it mean that Caesar's ability was created based on this painting?

And there is another layer of camouflage outside this painting, Fang Qixian hid it here, there must be a reason for not wanting it to be exposed.Could the thing he wanted to hide be in this painting?

He vaguely sensed a hint of the truth, but couldn't grasp it.Many clues flashed quickly in his mind, and the pictures he had seen before kept switching, faster and faster, and finally a white light flashed in his mind.

He thought about why Caesar escaped from Feng Rui's laboratory in the first place.At that time, Feng Rui said that it was Yan An who let it go, but why did Yan An do this?If it was to help Jing Rong, they could have warned them in advance instead of remaining silent uncharacteristically.There is no need to have so many worries about dealing with Feng Rui. What Yan An really taboos is another person who is stronger than Feng Rui.

Yan An's attitude towards things, this is something they have always ignored.Everyone focused on the clues they could find, but they didn't expect that Yan An had already given them a hint.

Caesar is a bird, and both Fang Qixian and Jing Rong can understand bird language, and the painting in front of him hides Fang Qixian's secret, so Caesar must have become Fang Qixian's worry while posing a threat to Jing Rong.

If it fell into Fang Qixian's hands, he would definitely kill it, so Yan An let Caesar go and took a gamble.

They must now use these clues to catch Fang Qixian by the tail.Yi Ange took a deep breath, collected himself, and turned his gaze to the painting again.

The scene was so familiar that it gave him a headache, but he had to try hard to recall all the scenes he saw when he was tortured by Feng Rui.The environment at that time seemed to be worse than in the painting, and the withered willow leaves were almost grayish white instead of yellow.The sky was full of dust and there was no light.

The more he thought about it, the more he began to feel that the two scenes didn't seem so similar.The forest created by Caesar is filled with the breath of death, but the one in front of him seems to be deserted, and the atmosphere is not so hopeless.

Regardless of Jing Rong's obstruction, he walked over and came to the picture.The painting was so big that Yi Ange had to look up, the whole dim and yellowish picture filled his field of vision.As if bewitched, he stretched out his hand and carefully touched the yellowed and grayed paper.

It was a strange touch, he couldn't help but retracted his hand and rubbed his fingertips, then touched it again.Jing Rong's nervous voice came from behind, "Don't touch it!"

Yi Ange paused and turned around.

In fact, he didn't know why he was laughing at that time, but in his memory, he did turn his head and smiled at Jing Rong and the others, and saw the indescribable surprise and panic in their eyes.Jing Rong stretched out his hand to pull him, but his whole body trembled, and in the next second a strange feeling climbed up his whole body.

"An songs?!"

Yi Ange couldn't tell who was calling in his ear.He heard a very noisy voice, and then everything was quiet for a moment.

He found himself standing on the dirt floor, with dead leaves underfoot.There was a wind blowing over, carrying a rotten smell, he raised his head and found that there were yellow weeping willows all around.

This is the world in the painting.

what's the situation?

Yi Ange was a little dazed, he moved his feet, but fortunately, his body could still move, and he didn't feel any discomfort.Except for a change of scenery around him, he didn't seem to have changed much.

He turned on the headset of the communicator, and sure enough there was only the rustling sound of electricity.The voice reminded him of the weird call he received that night, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, so he quickly turned it off.The only sound left in my ears was the sound of the wind blowing the willow branches, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Does that painting have a mechanism?Not quite right, it was as if another world was hidden in the painting, sucking him in.

This was so outrageous, Yi Ange couldn't help grinning, but stopped after laughing three times, and the smile froze on his face.

He saw something flashing through the woods not far away, moving extremely fast, leaving only the sound of wind and afterimages in an instant.If he hadn't seen it clearly, Yi Ange might have thought it was his hallucination.

someone here?Yi Ange became vigilant, drew out the dagger at his waist, held it in front of his chest, and said loudly, "Who?!"

This voice was so bright that it actually penetrated the willow forest and spread outward.Yi Ange heard the voice getting farther and farther away, and had a premonition in his heart that the other party would not answer.

Sure enough, after waiting for more than ten seconds, there was no movement.The more he waited, the colder he became. He always felt that there was something behind him, so he kept turning left and right, for fear that something would sneak up on him from behind.But he didn't see anything, he turned around several times, dizziness and fear climbed into his heart at the same time.

He looked at the direction where the shadow disappeared, and boldly said loudly, "Who the hell are you? What's your purpose?!"

why me?Yi Ange secretly wondered in his heart.Almost all the people in the base were in the study, why was he the only one who was bewitched?Could it be that the person who set up this game knew him?

"Come out, let's have a good talk!" He yelled into the air, "What are you trying to do? Are you an enemy or a friend?"

When Yi Ange didn't get an answer, he also realized that his question was getting more and more stupid, so he simply kept silent.He maintained the posture of holding the dagger, slowly backed up, leaned against a tree, covered his back with the trunk, and then took the time to sort out his emotions while nothing happened.

If I'm not mistaken, he's in the painting now.Is this the purpose of the person who gave the key, to let them enter the painting to find clues?But why didn't he just say it?It's just like Yan An, it's all so...

No, Yan An?

In the blink of an eye, Yi Ange almost blurted out the name, but immediately held back.Once the person opposite was not Yan An, saying his name might get him into trouble.Now you can't judge your opponent subjectively, you must re-judge.

He quickly cut off a strip of his clothes, wrapped it around the hand holding the dagger, and tightened it tightly.The wind seemed to be getting stronger, the willow branches above his head were shaking violently, and the sound was like a urging horn, and Yi Ange unconsciously sped up his movements, feeling nervous, and beads of sweat came out of his forehead.

Quickly sorting this out, the overhead noises got louder, and leaves fell on top of his head and shoulders.He looked up, thinking that he would only see yellow eyes, but he didn't expect that there was a person hanging upside down less than ten centimeters from the tip of his nose.

Let's say he is human for now. After all, his whole body is covered in fuzzy black, his face and figure can't be seen clearly at all, only a pair of yellow eyes.The thing let out a strange cry, climbed up the willow tree backwards at an extremely fast speed, and hid itself among the willow branches.

Yi Ange stood there in a daze, still maintaining the movement of fixing the cloth strips in his hands, staring straight at the top of his head, the blood all over his body dropped to freezing point.

What the hell? !

After reacting, his scalp exploded, and he frantically turned and backed away from the tree.The thing was hidden in the shadow of the tree, mixed with the dark background, and it was impossible to tell where it was.

After a short period of panic, inexplicable anger followed, and Yi Ange gritted his teeth in anger.The person who brought him in wasted so much effort just to scare him by pretending to be a ghost?It's also boring.

There was a strange rustling sound from the top of the tree, and Yi Ange heard that it was the thing changing positions.There was wind in the woods, covering up the sound of movement, and he had to listen carefully to distinguish the direction.That thing didn't come over, but hovered around the tree just now, as if hesitating.

At this moment, Yi Ange had completely calmed down.He touched his left chest, took a deep breath, and said in the direction just now, "Who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, the top of the tree suddenly fell silent.Yi Ange held the dagger tightly and waited quietly. After a while, the thing climbed down again.

This time, Yi Ange saw it clearly. It was a very human-like thing, but except for the eyes, it was surrounded by black smoke. The smoke covered his body densely. When the wind blew, it scattered a little, but gathered quickly. , it simply leaves room for people to see clearly.Those eyes are human eyes, yellowish to golden, and if it wasn't for the dark environment here, they might be glowing under the sunlight.He climbed down the tree on all hands and knees, came to the ground, and stood up.

He is quite tall, about the same size as Yi Ange. When he stands upright, he can be seen that his body proportions are very appropriate. He probably has a good appearance. I don't know why he moves around the tree in that posture.He stood there with his eyes wide open, looking at Yi Ange the whole time.

Yi Ange felt something was wrong there, but after a while, he realized that the man had never blinked his eyes from the beginning to the end.

Yi Ange felt sore eyes for him, so he could only bear the discomfort in his heart and said to him, "Who the hell are you, do you need my help?"

There was a slight strange sound in the air, Yi Ange was startled, and suddenly realized that it was that person laughing.

Yi Ange frowned, "Where is this place?"

The man looked at him, raised his left hand, and pointed in one direction.Yi Ange turned his head to look, and saw a dark fog spreading at the end of the road, as if it would swallow the end.

That was the scene at the end of the road in the painting. The man pointed and didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Yi Ange paused, "You want me to go there?"

The man nodded, then slowly shook his head again.

Yi Ange was confused, what does this mean?

"Okay, just say what exactly you want to tell me?" He pointed in that direction. "This? Anything else?"

The man raised his arm, pointed to the sky, and shook his head.

"It's gone?" Yi Ange was a little disappointed, "Then can you send me back?"

The man shook his hand and threw something, Yi Ange caught it and found it was a small piccolo, not much longer than a palm.

"...Thank you." Although he really wanted to say that he didn't understand music at all, Yi Ange thanked him politely.

Those golden eyes stared at him, and with a sudden wave of his hand, the black mist on the man rushed towards Yi Ange's face.In the second before his vision was blocked by the smoke, he seemed to see the appearance of that person, but he didn't see it clearly, he only felt it was very familiar, and then his consciousness sank, and his whole body fell down.

"..."

"An Ge? Wake up!"

Yi Ange slowly opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the ground, with others surrounding him, calling him anxiously.

Jing Rong held his head up and asked, "Are you all right?"

Was everything just a dream?

Yi Ange shook his head, only feeling a little pain in his temple, and wanted to raise his hand to touch it.As soon as he moved, he realized that he was holding a long and thin object in his hand.

No way……

He raised his hand and brought the thing closer.Judging from Jing Rong's instantly gloomy face, they didn't know when this thing got into his hands.

It is the emerald green bamboo flute.It was beautifully painted, and its curved outlines glistened in the reflection of the light from the study.