Sylvia saw her chest being penetrated by a terrible hand. Although the color was not visible because it was a pencil sketch, the ticking liquid must be blood!

The fingers of that hand were thin and long, beyond the scope of normal people, and had terrible nails of nearly ten centimeters, as if they were specimens of some terrible creature withered bones.

"I, I'm going to die!" Sylvia's pupils dilated and she fell into despair of facing death for a moment.

Her "prophetic painting" for nearly ten years has ensured 100% accuracy, including her father's car accident that she tried her best to stop, but instead led to.

Her fear and surrender to fate have reached its peak. This is why she wore strange clothes, outlined smoky makeup, and lived like a weirdo. This was her final resistance to the ruthless fate.

"I, am I going to die?" The fear gradually faded, and the confusion that occupied the soul.

What do you have to do in the last period of life that you don’t know the length of your life?

Call to apologize to your mother and tell her that she has always loved her?

Writing a suicide note as a simple summary of your nineteen years of life?

Or you should put the books you borrowed from the library on the table and wait for people to send them back.

At this time, the fear of death gradually faded, and Sylvia seemed to be facing the only dish of mashed potatoes in the cafeteria tomorrow. Unfortunately, helpless, and a little calm.

She took the last painting and looked at it carefully, and she saw some details.

This is a clue that often appears in her "prophetic painting". Sylvia once found the place where the incident happened with many details in the painting.

This time, in the painting, in addition to the murderer who only showed one hand, there was also a black man!

"This is, this is that big guy?"

Sylvia recognized the big black guy in the painting. After all, Winston had only a few black guys in the school, and he was so tall and big, and he could recognize him even from fifty meters away.

Therefore, he is more recognizable. Regardless of his attitude, many people know that there is such a person in the academy.

Why is this person not far away when he was dying? Judging from his appearance, he was not afraid, but was very angry. No, it should be said that he was angry!

Because the painting is exquisite and the details are performed very well, the anger seems to be about to overflow from the drawing paper.

Silvia suddenly became curious: Why was this tall black man who was near in the end? Why was he not afraid? Killing himself and holding that kind of terrifying claws, he probably wasn't a human being?

Generally, the content that appears in multiple prophetic paintings at a time is an event.

In other words, the monster who crawled out of the mirror, occupied the girl's body and was separated from another Asian girl by a door, was the murderer who killed him!

Sylvia remembered the previous several prophetic paintings and had also drawn some impossible creatures!

"I have to go and look at this big guy. Even if it is, it's the final resistance!"

Sylvia suddenly made up her mind. Since she was bound to die, she might as well make the final defense.

The painting does not talk about the experience of this big black guy, maybe he can still live.

In this case, I have to remind him!

...

At this time, Zhao Hao was in the school dormitory.

Originally, Zhao Hao didn’t have a dormitory, but this thing was not cheap, so it was better to go home to sleep every day and see Elena often.

But his new friend Winston is indeed unpopular. In just two days, the white roommate contacted the administrator and moved out. Although he did not show any discriminatory attitude before...

In this way, Zhao Hao can pick up a bedroom for free in the dormitory of the two. Anyway, Zhao Hao sometimes rests here.

Especially during the day, the spacing between classes is very long, so it is impossible to go home. With this bedroom, at least you don’t have to spend time in the canteen or library.

And on that day, Zhao Hao stayed at school because of a design assignment.

If you don’t want to be shocked, you can’t exercise in the gym, so Zhao Hao didn’t go, but stayed in the bedroom to watch TV.

Winston went to the gym and knew that he was a muscle man.

Winston was very restrained and even was scolded as a "nigger" by some young people who were looking for trouble, and would not take action.

He didn't want to cause trouble for his adoptive parents, and he had restrained his anger since he was a child.

But it is definitely not enough to protect yourself by restraint, so that muscles are also protective.

Not only is it the ability to act at critical moments, but it can also directly discourage many scum who only dare to bully the weak and minority groups.

And while Zhao Hao was watching TV, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

It shouldn't be Winston, he has the key.

Zhao Hao walked over to open the door, and was startled when the door opened. In the middle of the night, you had such thick dark circles, and you had a bunch of rotten straw on your head. What the hell are you pretending to be a vampire with me?

It was Sylvia outside the door. The god of death was already carrying a sickle on the road, so he naturally had no time to pay attention to his makeup.

In fact, it took her more than ten minutes to inquire about Winston's dormitory and find him.

This is thanks to the college that it is not forbidden for girls to come to the boys' dormitory.

"Where is that Winston?" Sylvia asked quickly when she saw that an Asian person opened the door. While she was still peeking into the room with her feet raised. Unfortunately, Zhao Hao's size and figure blocked him.

Zhao Hao didn't understand why, and replied: "Winston is not here now. Is there anything you need to do with him?"

"Then where is he?"

"Is there anything you need to ask him?" Zhao Hao asked again.

There may be less than a quarter of the people in this academy who have an equal attitude towards black people, but Zhao Hao is not afraid of being vigilant.

If the woman said that Winston was in the gym, but the woman took a dozen people to the gym, Winston beat her up in a group, Zhao Hao would be very uncomfortable.

"I have something to ask Winston!" Sylvia said anxiously, adding, "Very anxious!"

Zhao Hao was even more strange. After so many days, Winston has no friend who can speak!

After all, even those who do not discriminate against black people are worried about being isolated by others, so they dare not get too close to black people like Winston. There are almost no such people like Zhao Hao who do not care about social interaction at all.

Besides, this girl dressed so beautifully that she would easily be arrested by the police in the shelter if she was placed in a park or on the street. If Winston knew such a person, she would not have mentioned it.

"So, girl. If you have urgent matters, you should tell me."

Sylvia was forced to do nothing. Although her past experience told her that no one believed her words, she now doesn't care about them. She will try it one last time!

"Tell me where Winston is? He is in danger!"

Zhao Hao frowned, and the word "Sichuan" appeared between his eyebrows: "Girl, if you don't mind, can you say it more in detail?"

Zhao Hao actually saw the pattern of the spiritual energy on her head when she was talking!

That's an easel and lots of brushes!

This girl is actually a extraordinary person!

Zhao Hao quietly activated the demon hunting senses, and then the girl did not see any inspiration.

This is actually normal. Many times, you will not see any trace without using your psychic energy. Even the psychic fluctuation detector of the Mysterious Bureau can only detect fluctuations that are being used and have been used in a short period of time.

Zhao Hao's thoughts changed sharply: If he was an extraordinary person, this was not a trivial matter! What does this drawing board and brush mean? Is Winston really in danger?!

He felt that it would rather be trusted than trust that there was nothing.

"There is a... a monster that threatens Winston. You have to find him quickly and let him hide!"

Zhao Hao did not question or laugh as Sylvia imagined, and actually nodded, "Then let's talk while walking, Winston is in the gym downstairs... If you don't mind, can you describe that monster?"

"You, do you believe what I said?!" Now Sylvia was surprised and couldn't believe it.

Zhao Hao threw it to the door and walked forward quickly, "I believe. So, can you tell me about that monster? What does it look like? How big is it?"

"I, I..." Sylvia couldn't catch up with Zhao Hao's trotting, and for a moment she didn't know what it felt like.

Did you believe it like this?

...

The two rushed to the gym, and Winston was doing squats, with eight in one hundred and forty kilograms, which was a little worse than Zhao Hao's usual training. But among ordinary people, this is already an absolute big shot.

This weight is a regular group, and no one around you can protect it, it is already super awesome.

This is also the reason why Winston has never provoked him in the gym, because these people all know that this tower can really kill people!

When Zhao Hao and Silvia saw Winston, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Sylvia was even a little embarrassed. She was so confident that she seemed to have been hunted down, but the other party had nothing to do, as if she was cheating on the boy.

For the first time in so many years, a person believed in his words without questioning them, and even his father didn't believe them very much, but this kind of thing happened.

At this time, Sylvia even wanted the monster in the painting to rush out quickly to prove that she was not lying...
Chapter completed!