Chapter 4076

Today, I didn't go to Zhou Xiaoxiao's class with Lun Zhu, because I'm going to see Mr. Wang.

Over the past few days, Mr. Wang has gradually returned to normal. Many details about what happened on the snowy mountain are slowly recalled. What I pay most attention to is the details of the scene at that time, especially the narration of the "unknown creature" that Mr. Wang met, which makes me very concerned.

After all, now I add some details to my painting every day. Maybe I can see something when the painting is finished.

"Master, do you remember what the creature was wearing?" I was beside the bed and asked Mr. Wang on the bed.

And the old doctor sat beside me and helped me as a translator. Usually, it was Lun Zhu who did it. But today, Lun Zhu went to class, and the old doctor came to do it for me.

The old doctor is paying more and more attention to me now. If it's not for the age difference, I think the old doctor can directly worship me as a teacher.

If I told the old doctor that I would treat small hands and taixuan acupuncture, I don't know if the old doctor would believe it.

"It's a bit impressive, but I can't describe it." Mr. Wang thought about it carefully, and then said.

I can't help but feel happy. Now I'm short of the clothes of that creature in my painting. As long as I add the clothes of that creature, I can see whether the other person is human or not.

Of course, I still don't believe it's a monster, but the old man has described it to this point, and I have another idea in my heart.

I think that when ah Wang and others went up the mountain, they might have met someone, a very powerful person.

But a Wang didn't expect that there would be such a powerful character in the world, so a Wang thought that the other party was a monster, which directly scared a Wang out of his mind.

With all the knowledge, such a possibility is the greatest.

But I still have a question. If it's human, what kind of people can be metamorphosed to cannibalism?

Mr. Wang said that at that time he saw with his own eyes that the "man" ate all the people except him. He ate them alive, just like a wild animal. This led to Mr. Wang's feeling that the other person was a monster.

Who would be so perverted? To the point of cannibalism?

I can't imagine.

However, the most urgent task now is to depict the person's appearance, and maybe we will get more.

"What kind of clothes? Are they the clothes we usually wear? " I pointed to the clothes on my body, and I always wear the Tibetan clothes provided by lunzhu.

Mr. Wang looked at my clothes carefully. Then he shook his head and said to me, "no, it's not this kind of clothes."

Not Tibetan clothes? Is it hard to be a Hanfu?

I thought about it and then asked the old doctor to bring me some paper and pens.

The old doctor didn't know what I was going to do, but he didn't refuse. He found some paper and a pen and handed it to me.

I was drawing quickly on the paper, and the old doctor looked at me in surprise. He didn't expect that I had such talent in this aspect.

Soon, with my own impression, I drew a piece of clothing of other nationalities, handed it to Mr. Awang, and asked again, "Mr. Awang, is it such a clothing?"

"No Ah Wang shook his head and said, it seems that the denial is very simple. It seems that ah Wang has a deep memory of clothing, but he can't describe it for a while.

Naturally, I didn't give up. I continued to paint the costumes of people of all ethnic groups. I painted some of the costumes with ethnic characteristics in order to let Mr. Awang confirm what kind of costumes they were.

It seems a little silly, but it's the only way I can think of.

Who knows how long the old man's memory can last? If I don't take the time to let the old man confirm it, what a pity that I have to wait for the old man to forget it again?

But I've tried many kinds of clothes, and the paper is almost used up. The old man still hasn't got an answer.

This made me feel a little annoyed, but soon I couldn't help but move in my heart, thinking that it couldn't be the clothing of the Han nationality, right?

Thinking of this, I moved again, drew a compassionate shape, and again handed it to Mr. Wang.

This time, the old man took a look and shook his head directly. He also said to me, "how can anyone wear such clothes in that icy place?"

I thought what the old man said was quite reasonable, and then I drew several other kinds of clothes again, which were denied by the old man.

I can't help sighing in my heart. I'm a little discouraged. This method really makes people feel exhausted.

"Yes At this time, Mr. Wang suddenly seemed to think of something.I quickly turned to look at Mr. Wang. Even the old doctors around me were attracted by his reaction.

"What's the matter? Old man, do you think of something I asked Mr. Wang in front of me.

Mr. Wang turned his head and looked at me. After thinking about it, he said to me, "I remember I remember someone wearing clothes like that here. "

I was stunned and asked again, "who is it? Who wore it? "

"I forgot. I saw him. I saw him when I woke up." Mr. Wang said again.

In fact, Mr. Wang's memory is still very unstable. One reason is that Mr. Wang is too old. It's normal that his memory declines.

And Mr. Wang has just recovered from his madness. Of course, it will make this situation worse. So what happened only a few days ago, Mr. Wang only has some very unclear memories, but he can remember those things that are very deep for him very well.

Have you seen it here?

I frowned again. Aren't all the people here wearing Tibetan clothes? Even Zhou Xiaoxiao and I both wear this kind of clothes.

And Mr. Awang has just clearly said that this kind of dress is not the dress in his memory.

Is there anyone else wearing different clothes?

At this time, I suddenly thought of something. I turned my head and looked at Mr. Wang with an incredible face and said, "Mr. Wang, you don't mean willows, do you?"

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