The thoughts in my mind are like a mess at the moment, and I can't straighten it out, and even with a big knife, it seems that it can only be cut off, and it can't be relieved in the slightest. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A pair of eyes stared at the colorful dishes of the face, which should have been used to suppress the wanton roaring beast in his stomach as much as possible, but now, he couldn't do it.

Murong Jin didn't have any mood to eat anymore, he wanted to figure out what was in his mind, otherwise, he might not have a good life in the future.

But what he doesn't know very well is that he, an ordinary psychiatrist, can live to do so many daunting things, is the person in the video really him?

Although it looks a little similar, it definitely won't be him, and in his memory, the most cruel thing he's ever done is to dismember a chicken, and nothing else.

With his polite posture, is he really worthy of being a murderer? Isn't that a little ridiculous? It's so much funnier than those cold jokes that racked your brains.

Thinking of this, Murong Jin's mental state gradually recovered, and then he stood up and went to the kitchen not far away, took out a broom and dustpan from it and swept up the dishes on the ground.

After tidying up all the big and small corners of the room, looking at the new room in front of him, Murong Jin felt a great sense of accomplishment, and this feeling disappeared without a trace in the next few seconds.

He saw that there was a strange red lacquer hidden behind a picture scroll not far away, unexpectedly like a shy girl, embarrassed to reveal too much, but she didn't want to be ignored by Murong Jin.

Sure enough, after seeing this picture, Murong Jin slowly came to the side of the scroll, and gently raised his hand to open the scroll, but he saw that a bright red figure was lying quietly on the wall.

The figure looks like it was painted with lacquer, but when you smell it, you can feel an haunting smell in it, in the words of the strange men in black: the smell of blood.

It's just that Murong Jin hasn't recalled this smell yet, and he still thinks it's the smell of paint made from a new recipe.

This picture looks so vivid, it is really ingenious, if it hadn't appeared on the wall, Murong Jin would have really thought that this was a living beauty.

But why did this red figure appear in this place? Was it a painter or something that had previously inhabited this room? Or is there some purpose that can't be guessed?

At this moment, Murong Jin felt that his head was a little swollen, and the strange experiences had already overloaded his brain, and he really couldn't let these pictures float into his mind one by one.

"What the hell are these, these things, I can't stand it." Seeming to be a little angry, Murong Jin grabbed the corner of the scroll at this moment, and with a little force, the scroll was directly dragged down with reproach.

Immediately after, all the pictures hidden on the wall were presented in front of Murong Jin's eyes without reservation, and at this moment, there were three big characters written on top of this red figure: Li Meili.

"This, is this the woman's name? If so, can I use the name to investigate the relevant population information with the police? No, I'm not related to this person, why should I investigate her? Murong Jin asked himself in surprise.

And next to the three characters of this Limeili, there are two words that are small but very obvious: dissolution.

"No, I really can't stand what this is, I'm going to go to the police quickly, call the police." At this moment, Murong Jin was a little overwhelmed by the picture in front of him, so that his spirit was a little out of order.

Walking quickly to the door, Murong Jin opened the door, only to see that the guys who called themselves A and C before were standing quietly at the door, looking at Murong Jin who had just opened the door.

And the smile hanging high on their cheeks made Murong Jin feel a little uncomfortable, it seemed to be an alternative mockery, but it was also like a transmission of emotions between each other, but he couldn't understand this emotion.

"What are you going to do now?" The black-clothed man, who was the boss, asked in a low voice at this moment, and the expression on his cheeks became a little more solemn at this moment, as if he knew what Murong Jin would say next.

"I'm going to call the police, and there's a very strange painting in my room, and I'm going to have to ask the police to help identify it." The words in Murong Jin's mouth were a little speechless, so much so that he said that the investigation was an appraisal.

"Appraisal scrolls? I'm good at this, that's what I used to do, let's go, go back to the house, I'll just see what is going on! After that, the boss asked C to directly push Murong Jin back again.

Walking lightly to the wall where the scroll appeared not far away, the boss quietly stared at the vivid painting of a woman in front of him, but a smile symbolizing relief gradually appeared on his cheeks.

"Hey, this is you, a killing tool with a high talent, not only can kill people, but also can paint with the blood of the other party, which is definitely not something ordinary people can do." The boss looked at the picture in front of him at this moment and was deeply pleased.

But Murong Jin's face became even more nervous when he heard this, and he wondered if this so-called boss had been stimulated to a certain extent in his brain or in any way, so he looked like this.

But he was wrong, it was he who was really stimulated, and the boss at this moment seemed to feel the surprise that appeared in Murong Jin's mind, so much so that he laughed involuntarily at this moment: "It seems that you still don't understand us." ”

"But it's okay, we won't pester you anymore, I know you're annoyed to see us now, but we still have to give you a word of advice, don't deal with the police, otherwise, you'll die a terrible death." The boss said with a solemn face.

"Another point, no matter what you do, we are your strongest backing, if one day you change your mind, you are welcome to come back to me." While speaking, the boss took out a business card from his pocket and sent it to the other party.

Looking at what was written on the business card, the mess in Murong Jin's mind became even more cluttered, he couldn't imagine that the painting in front of him was actually drawn with blood, could it be that the person who lived in this house was a perverted murderer?

But in his impression, this house seems to have always been in his name, and he has never sublet it to others.