Bo Shuo actually felt that 223 had a special talent for talking about Ghost Story. Of course, he also sensed a little rejection from his words. It seemed that the other party didn't like him very much, but was forced to come to help him because of the agreement.
On the other side, the development continued. Black Haired Youth walked towards the podium, and Bo Shuo also walked in along the pushed door. At a glance, he saw Yi Rong sitting on the chair.
This time Yi Rong is different from the one Bo Shuo saw before. He does not look like a three-year-old child, but has grown into a teenager who has just grown up.
However, he was still painting at this time, with his eyes lowered, holding the brush with his pale and slender fingertips, making a rustling sliding sound on White Paper.
Bo Shuo walked up.
When he lowered his head and looked at it, he found that the content of the painting was completely different from before. In the middle was a Black Haired Windbreaker Youth, with long black hair hanging down his back, and a tall and slender figure. Even though he had no face, he could still feel the cold and outstanding temperament.
It's clearly him.
Why did Yi Rong draw him?
Bo Shuo is not sure whether the current Yi Rong is still the Yi Rong who talked to him before, or does he have any previous memories?
Bo Shuo tentatively reached out to touch the wrist of Yi Rong who was painting. Unexpectedly, he actually touched the other person. The cold touch came, still lower than the normal body temperature, but at least for him, the current Yi Rong was touchable, not an illusory existence like other people.
The moment Bo Shuo touched his wrist, Yi Rong's original drawing movement stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not that he had no feeling. Bo Shuo felt that the other party could probably see his presence.
Bo Shuo When he thought of this level, he unconsciously took a few steps closer and looked down at the young man who had just grown up. With a cold look in his eyes, he said in a calm and determined voice, "Stop pretending, can you see me?"
Bo Shuo is absolutely certain that this Yi Rong is the Yi Rong he followed before. There is only one Yi Rong in the entire world. No matter how time passes or changes, even if others appear countless times, there will be and only one Yi Rong. He is definitely the core of this copy.
"You are not a human being, and you are not him." Yi Rong finally reacted. His pale complexion made him look like a wandering ghost. His dark eyes quietly stopped on Bo Shuo's face, and repeated softly:
"You are not him."
"Who is he?"
Regarding this question, Yi Rong seemed to have thought of something. He slowly lowered his eyes and actually answered Bo Shuo's question.
"He is Bo Shuo."
He stated in a defining manner. "You are not Bo Shuo."
Bo Shuo felt a sense of absurdity. He never expected that one day he would have to argue with others about whether he was himself or not.
But if he is not Bo Shuo, then who else is Bo Shuo?
At this time, Black Haired Youth on the podium slowly came to Yi Rong after finishing talking about self-study.
Bo Shuo's peripheral vision happened to catch his handsome face without any blemishes. Black Haired Youth's facial features were clearly visible, even the red mole at the end of his eye was exactly the same as his.
The window next to it was polished and polished, reflecting Bo Shuo's face at this time.
Bo Shuo subconsciously looked over and saw his own face without any facial features, as flat as a smooth piece of paper.
Not only the facial features, but also the movements have a sense of sluggishness and weirdness.
Onlookers can understand from the first glance that he is indeed not a human being.
Bo Shuo The strange feeling of discomfort in his heart became even stronger.
Perhaps because the picture drawn by Yi Rong changed, Black Haired Youth's questioning voice was different from before.
Black Haired Youth lowered his eyes and looked at it several times, then smiled and said, "Are you drawing me?"
Yi Rong raised his head and glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.
Black Haired Youth joked, "Since you drew me, why are there no facial features on it?"
"I can't draw it." Yi Rong seemed extremely honest at this moment. When Black Haired Youth asked, he would answer, his voice was a little low.
"I don't know what you look like, I can't see clearly."
If you can't see clearly what a person looks like, isn't this called prosopagnosia?
Bo Shuo recalled the portraits of Yi Rong that had no faces, and after matching this information, a reasonable explanation immediately came to mind.
It's no wonder that all the portraits of Yi Rong don't have faces painted on them.
Because Yi Rong can't tell the difference at all.
It is said that in the eyes of patients with prosopagnosia, everyone's face seems to be covered with a layer of mosaic.
You can clearly tell that these are the eyes, this is the nose, and this is the mouth, but you can never outline such an image in your mind, let alone draw it.
This is also the reason why the portrait of Yi Rong has no face.
At this moment, Bo Shuo realized something was wrong from these things, and turned to look at the reflection in the window.
The Black Haired Youth that appeared in the mirror still had no facial features.