All of us were focused on the paintings. At this time, the ancient paintings turned from portraits to landscape paintings, which was so magical.

The characters walk and the scenery appears.

"This mountain... looks familiar." Shunfeng stretched his neck and looked at the scenery in the painting carefully.

The main part of the scenery is a mountain with the moon on the mountain and flowers at the foot of the mountain.

The moon is the crescent moon, and the flowers are ginseng flowers.

The top of the mountain is covered with white snow, and the ginseng flowers are red at the bottom of the mountain.

Shunfeng suddenly shouted: "Oh, Fusishan!"

Baozi glared at him: "Who is ginseng at the foot of Fusi Mountain?"

Shunfeng hesitated: "Maybe there is?"

Chen Qinghan leaned closer to the ancient painting and stared at the lower right corner of the painting: "There are words, you can see."

There are indeed characters in the signature of the painting, and they are Chinese characters. I got up and walked to the ancient painting, and read the words on the painting: "Bai...toushan."

Baozi also approached and looked at it, then said, "Ancient Chinese characters."

"Just knowing which mountain it is, I can't find the home of the person in the painting." My idea is that the person in the painting may be in a hurry to go home, and he must have found a way to go home after coming out of the painting.

Besides, his home has long been gone, and the place he returns to is a scenic spot.

"Can we go to your house tomorrow?" Baozi suddenly looked at the artist.

"Yes." The artist followed us to look at the painting, but he looked confused. When he heard the bun call him, he immediately agreed.

"What did you think of?" Shunfeng asked the bun.

"I just thought that the person in the painting must have touched the door after Master Ma's house. Tomorrow, he will ask Shicao to Master's house to extract some clues, and maybe he can track him down."

"Will it still work tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes, the ability of history is no worse than his master." Baozi was very confident. After hearing what she said, Shunfeng secretly curled his lips.

Chen Qinghan and I have left in the past few years, and we are obviously out of touch with the times and we don’t know the little secret between young people.

The ancient painting was left in the office, and the artist went back to bed with peace of mind.

Chen Qinghan guarded the ancient painting to see if it would run away with long legs.

Baozi and Shunfeng went to bed, so I stayed to accompany Chen Qinghan and talked to him about the cinema.

Although the child was finally found, is that cinema really fine?

We both thought it might not be possible, so when we confirmed that the ancient painting would not run away, we continued to stare.

Without the help of the appraisal department, many things are particularly troublesome to deal with.

Fortunately, the night passed, and Gu Hua stayed quietly in the place without running.

After getting up with Baozi and Shunfeng, they were given the task of staring at the painting.

As long as the painting doesn't run away, Mr. Artist will pay us a huge sum of money.

I turned down all arrangements today and stayed in the office to stare at the painting.

Chen Qinghan and I bought movie tickets early in the morning and continued to go to the cinema to wait.

Shunfeng asked us what we were doing, and Chen Qinghan only said 'watching movies'.

Baozi knew us better and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you see it yesterday? I went there today and went there early in the morning. Have you noticed something strange?"

I gave her a thumbs up and nodded with relief: "That's it."

Shunfeng hurriedly chased out and asked, "Do you give me money?"

I glanced at him: "Contribute our strength for love and peace."

Shunfeng looked disappointed and turned back to the office.

"You are painting, you are dead!" I shouted to the office before I went out.

"yes--"

After leaving the courtyard, we walked to the commercial street. When we arrived at the cinema, there were not many people in the hall.

There are fewer people in the morning, so we also chose the No. 6 Scenic Hall yesterday, and we bought tickets for each game, and we were ready to see it from morning to night.

The purpose of coming today is not to watch movies, so I was playing with my phone in my seat, and Chen Qinghan knocked on his laptop.

He brought a small camera with the lens facing backwards and took pictures of the seats in the back row.

We sat in the first row, in the middle, with a doll disguise outside the camera, clamped in the gap between our seats. As long as we don't look closely, we shouldn't be discovered.

When someone goes to the theater to steal/photograph the screen, we come in and steal/photograph to take the seat.

Maybe today's video was unpopular, there were basically no people in the morning, there were seven or eight viewers in the afternoon, and more than a dozen couples came to the midnight show.

Chen Qinghan gently touched my arm with his elbow and reminded me to look back.

When the dozen couples left yesterday, I watched them walk by the door and remembered the appearance of several of them.

The dark light did not affect my view of their faces. I stood up and walked backwards along the aisle on one side.

There was no one in the last row, so I pretended to be sitting there and walked up the steps and walked backwards.

These dozen couples looked ahead, and no one looked at me. I passed by them, and they were not affected at all.

The video was obviously boring. In the afternoon, the audience did not have half of the seats, and some even left the seat in just twenty minutes after seeing them.

I sat in the last row, deliberately crossed my legs, stepped on the back of the front row with my toes, and kicked the back of the chair rhythmically.

Normal people will definitely look back if they feel someone kicking the seat behind them.

But the person sitting in front seemed to be unable to feel it and was still watching the screen seriously.

There is no audience from yesterday among these people. They are indifferent to me if I can make trouble behind me, watch videos on my phone, sing and kick seats on my seat.

I sent a message to Chen Qinghan saying that today's audience is different from yesterday's.

As soon as the news was sent, the audience suddenly stood up and left.

And like yesterday, more than a dozen couples walked together.

I followed them, took my cell phone and took a video of their departure, and followed them out of the theater.

Yesterday the staff said that they didn’t see any other audience members going out, and today I want to take pictures of the evidence...

When I walked out of the cinema door, I was stunned. The person in front of me disappeared suddenly and disappeared in front of me.

I just replayed the video and there was no one inside!

I ran back to the cinema to watch the video recorded by Chen Qinghan. There were only seats and no one in the video.

"I believe in my eyes." Turn off the video file, I looked at Chen Qinghan and said with great firmness.

"The eyes are fine, there is something wrong with this place."

We were the only one left in the cinema. Chen Qinghan looked at his watch and said, "They left at this time yesterday. It has nothing to do with the child's disappearance."

"But the disappearance of the child may be related to their departure. Is it because of this time?" I guessed.

"It's possible." Chen Qinghan left his seat and walked around the cinema.

The movie is still playing, Chen Qinghan looks up and looks at the ceiling above the cinema.

"The theater usually sets up infrared surveillance in the theater. Let's go, let's go back." Chen Qinghan put away the backpack on his seat and put the laptop back.

"There is a surveillance?" I didn't pay attention. I looked up and saw Chen Qinghan pulled my hand. He pulled it away before I could find the camera.

If someone keeps staring at the surveillance, then our behavior will be too strange.
Chapter completed!