monster study

In the winter of 2014, heavy snow fell, bringing the bustling city back to Beiping a hundred years ago overnight.The students who were about to take their final exams walked across the snowy path, and the smell of breakfast wafted faintly in the fresh air after the snow.

There is nothing happier than having a pancake at this time. The flowery girl pulled down her thick scarf and took a big bite out of the hot pancake. The mist-like heat reflected her smile very beautifully.

The students coming and going, the snow trees on the street, and the hardworking breakfast vendors constitute a corner of the city.This was the beginning of an ordinary and beautiful day that was the same as usual, but the sound of sudden brakes and the exclamation of passers-by broke the tranquility.

The skidding car crashed into a landscape tree on the side of the road, shaking Kazuki's snow off.The girl backed away in horror, the pancake fruit fell into the snow, and the cold and heat confronted each other in a small area.

The girl staggered and fell to the ground, breathing in the cold air, her eyes glanced suspiciously at the black smoking van, and finally stopped on the exposed half of her body in front of the car.

The corpse was still warm, and the blood was also warm. The snow under the body was melting, and soon formed colder ice.

Suddenly it snowed again in the sky, and the crystal flakes fell on his eyelids, calling back his last wisp of soul.He blinked his eyelids with difficulty and slowly, and what he saw was a high and clean sky.It's snowing, beautiful snow.

Heavy snow fell on him, and it also fell on the campus separated by a wall.

What is he thinking in his heart at this time?At the last moment of his life, what made his eyes full of nostalgic tears?

At the end of the spring of 2018, Lu Zhifei stood at the place where the accident happened that year, looking towards the wall separated by a walkway, and couldn't help thinking this way in his heart.

Inside the wall is the Paradise Corner, where tall camphor trees protrude from the wall, adorned with lush greenery.The shadow demon who lives nearby told Lu Zhifei that there was indeed a strange fluctuation of vitality in the winter four years ago.But most of the shadow monsters are timid, so they will naturally hide as far away as possible when encountering such a situation, so no one can say what the specific situation is.

Stuttering poked his head out of Lu Zhifei's bag, sniffed, and tried to explain to Lu Zhifei in its own words, "The master said he couldn't take it anymore, and then he threw away the pen. Popo floated in from the outside, Popo picked up the pen. The inner demon is destructive, so he ran to Popo's place after a while."

Lu Zhifei understood what he meant, pondered for a moment, and ran to school with the cardboard box in his arms.But when he ran to the delusional corner, he saw Ma Yanyan sitting cross-legged under the tree, looking like an old monk in meditation.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Zhifei asked.

Ma Yanyan was startled, turned around and saw that it was Lu Zhifei, and then came back to his senses and said, "I'm looking for inspiration, I don't know why I feel my brain is very active when I'm here, maybe metaphysics is really useful."

"Have you got any ideas?"

"A little bit." Ma Yanyan gestured with her little finger, then looked at the cardboard box in Lu Zhifei's hand suspiciously, "By the way, what are you doing here with a box in your arms?"

Lu Zhifei seldom comes to school now, and today he not only came, but also came here, which is a bit strange.Lu Zhifei suddenly had an idea in his heart, "I'm here to help a friend with some errands, and there are some drawings in the box, do you want to see them?"

"Drawing? Whose is it?" Ma Yanyan asked.

"A friend's." Lu Zhifei hopes to use these words to wake up Wang Jun. He has the right to be reborn and pursue his dreams with a new life, instead of being trapped here because of a demon possessed, even if he can draw more. What about painting?When he wakes up one day, the sadness will only become more intense.

The cardboard box was quickly opened, and the paintings that had been dusty for four years finally reappeared at this moment.Seeing the old drawing paper, Ma Yanyan gasped, "It's been a long time since I've had these feelings."

"Four or five years." Lu Zhifei said.

"Why are you thinking of taking out the manuscript from four or five years ago?" Ma Yanyan murmured as she flipped through the manuscript, looked at it, and the murmur stopped.

These sketches are very special. Judging from the strokes, they don't seem to be painted by professionally trained people.There is no exquisite composition, no great technique, but there seems to be a charm in it.For example, the cats, dogs, flowers and plants that appear most often in the drawings, as well as the breakfast stalls on the roadside, and even an unremarkable section of stone road are the most common sights.

Ordinary, but real.

Ma Yanyan's interest suddenly increased, "Who painted these?"

"A man named Wang Jun." Lu Zhifei was also carefully observing the paintings beside him, and when he stroked them lightly with his fingers, he seemed to be able to see the painting that was in the simple rental house, or even in the old house. On the side of the road stick to the figure of the painting.

"Is he from our school? What's his name? Come out and meet him." Ma Yanyan's eyes shone with excitement, and he suddenly had inspiration when he saw these paintings.

Lu Zhifei paused the hand holding the sketch, "He's dead."

"Ah?" Ma Yanyan was stunned, "What did you say?"

"He died, just before we entered school." Lu Zhifei's voice was still calm, but Ma Yanyan lost his voice for a moment.

People are dead?How could it be dead?

Ma Yanyan looked at the drawing again, feeling an indescribable sadness in her heart.When a person is dead, no matter how promising the drawing in his hand is, it seems to be nothing but waste paper.There is only one Van Gogh in the world, and how many people's paintings can stand the waiting of time?

In the end, it was just—not bad, that’s all.

The more Ma Yanyan thought about it, the more sad she felt, and couldn't help but sigh.Over there, Lu Zhifei raised his head and asked him, "Are you dead too?"

"Me? Of course I'm alive." Ma Yanyan didn't understand why.

"Then you can continue to draw, why are you sighing?" Lu Zhifei asked.

He asked this question very seriously. Seeing that he was so serious, Ma Yanyan couldn't help thinking about this question very seriously—someone passed away, cutting off all future possibilities, so he felt sorry.But he is still alive, and the infinite possibilities are still in his own hands, why should he sigh?

Because you feel that your talents cannot support your big dreams?Or do you feel that it takes a long time to work hard, so you have the intention to quit?

Ma Yanyan grabbed her hair and sat down on the lawn again.He leaned back against the tree trunk, looked up at the faint sunlight peeking through the dense leaves, and felt that he was very hypocritical for a moment.

Although it is said that dreams are always paired with feelings, and the bewilderment period of graduates is as inevitable as the pains before giving birth, but when I look back after that period, I always feel that I am very stupid.

And the thing that makes you feel stupid the most is - you understand the truth, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with whether you think about it or not.

Ma Yanyan couldn't help sighing again, "If only I were 1.8 meters tall."

Lu Zhifei raised his eyebrows, "Is this necessarily related to your current state?"

"Perhaps the air above 1.8 meters will be fresher, and my mind will be clearer." Ma Yanyan said nonsense with a serious face.

"In this case, why don't you do me a favor? Maybe it will clear your mind." Lu Zhifei said.

Of course Ma Yanyan would not refuse Lu Zhifei's busyness, "Is there a tailor shop?"

"No." Lu Zhifei shook his head, "You will find out when you come with me."

Then Ma Yanyan followed Lu Zhifei to the school library. Lu Zhifei logged on to the school website, found a lot of files, and said, "I'm looking for a senior who graduated in 2014, but it shouldn't be from our department. Focus on painting."

"Oh, what's his name?" Ma Yanyan casually clicked into the student system.

Lu Zhifei shook his head, "I don't know."

"Is there a picture of him?"

"No."

"Then how do you find it?" Ma Yanyan's eyes widened.

Lu Zhifei quietly pointed his bag at Ma Yanyan's computer screen, confirmed that Xiao Jie could see the photos, and then said: "You just need to flip through the photos one by one, and I will recognize him when I see him."

Ma Yanyan continued to widen his eyes. If he hadn't had a bunk-bunk friendship with Lu Zhifei, he would almost suspect that Lu Zhifei was making fun of him at this moment.While clicking on the photo of the first person, he asked suspiciously, "Does this person owe you money?"

"No. Flip." Lu Zhifei calmly directed, picked up a file, and flipped through it.

Ma Yanyan continued to ask without giving up: "Otherwise what is the reason?"

There must be a very important reason for taking so much trouble to find a person whose name I don't even know in the ocean of countless photos.But Lu Zhifei didn't know the answer to this question in his heart. He glanced at Xiaoba, who was staring intently at the computer screen, and said, "It's nothing, I just want to meet him."

"Is this a very powerful senior brother?" Ma Yanyan's eyes lit up.

"Perhaps, it used to be." Lu Zhifei said.He just went through Wang Jun's sketches, all of which are ordinary things in life, and occasionally something about architecture, but it's just a warped eaves, or a broken glass window covered with tape, But little stammered that they were building big houses every night.

So, what made Wang Jun obsessed with painting ancient buildings?If this attachment does not come from himself, it must come from the original host of the demon.

Wang Jun's conception of the building and his familiarity with the structure all come from that person.If that person had personally written the pen, the palace drawn would probably be even more magnificent.

He has a much better background than Wang Jun, and has received a high-end education from a prestigious university, but where is he now?

At this time, Shang Si sent a voice message.Lu Zhifei plugged in the earphones to listen, and Shang Si's unique sloppy tone mixed with the voices of too white and too dark fighting each other came into his ears, "From this point of view, this matter is completely a mistaken exchange. Xiao The stuttering master couldn't bear the harm of the demon, he dropped the pen, abandoned his long-standing obsession, and the demon lost its natural hotbed. At this time, Wang Jun happened to be hit by a car just across the wall to death. He picked up the thing that this person dropped, so the inner demon also took advantage of the situation to enter his body..."

During the conversation, it was too white and too dark as if something had been knocked over. Shang Si brought the two little fat men over to teach him a lesson, and then continued: "The thing that person lost happened to be what Wang Jun had always dreamed of. It seems that everyone gets what they need. But the interesting point is that the strength of Pomo is determined according to the strength of the demon in the heart. There is no Pomo in this world who cannot restrain the demon in the heart, only those who are defeated by themselves Humanity."