“…… Why are you looking at me like that? Juan touched his face, "You don't think the murderer is me, do you?" ”

"How so?" Gu Yumo staggered the topic, looked upstairs, footsteps, human voices, noisy and noisy, and said, "The police are coming, let's go over." ”

As he spoke, he took two steps back, came to the side of the scroll, leaned into her ear, and whispered, "...... Just tell me about it, and don't tell anyone else. ”

At this time, the policeman came down from the stairs, and with a glance, it fell on the two of them.

Gu Yumo smiled slightly and patted Curly on the shoulder twice.

But when he turned his head, he found that he had stuffed the painting in his pocket, what happened? Isn't he going to hand it over to the police?

Gu Yumo really didn't hand over the painting to the police, after he hid the painting in his pocket, he accepted the police's questioning as usual, and the scroll was next to him for questioning, his eyes looked at him from time to time, but he never took out the painting and handed it to the police.

Juan couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, what did he want to do?

"Excuse me, I'll go to the bathroom." Gu Yumo said to the police halfway.

"I'm sorry, I'll go to the bathroom too." Juan hurriedly chased after him.

She chased after Gu Yumo, who was a little fast for some reason, and seemed to be in a hurry to do something.

The two went up the stairs one after the other and came to the outside of the bathroom, Gu Yumo heard her footsteps, turned around, and smiled at her.

Juan Juan also smiled at him, thinking to himself that for the sake of the motherland, for the people, and for social stability, what if she was wronged and became a pervert once! Later, she will follow him in! If he dared to destroy the evidence in front of her, she would pounce and grab the bird dragon claw hand...... Even if you stain this ice and jade clean hand! Be sure to salvage the evidence, too!

But she didn't have that chance for the time being.

Because a miserable scream came from the bathroom, and then a woman stumbled out and threw herself into Gu Yumo's arms.

"It hurts!" She covered her face with her right hand, trembling and said, "My face hurts!" ”

Curly walked over and looked through her fingers at the right side of her face, as if it had been burned, unusually red, but without blisters.

This picture reminded her of the fifth painting, and her face was no longer slashed by a thousand cuts.

And the fifth painting appeared, will the sixth be far away?

"What's wrong?" A lazy voice sounded from not far away, the three of them followed the voice, two big golden earrings swayed with the pace of the master, and the sexy beauty wearing bright red lipstick walked unhurriedly from the direction of the living room, her eyes fell on the temperament beauty, pursed her lips disdainfully, and showed a mocking smile.

In the sixth painting, the victor hides his lips and smiles.

The screams of the temperament beauty alarmed the police, and soon, the police rushed over, and someone asked what happened, and the temperament beauty said while crying, "I wanted to go to the bathroom to make up for makeup, but I don't know what's going on, and as soon as the foundation is applied to my face, my face hurts terribly......"

The officers looked at each other, and one of them walked into the bathroom, came out with a bottle of foundation, and said to her, "Let's take it for a test first." ”

The temperament beauty nodded, then let Gu Yumo support her, and went back to the living room to sit down.

Curly sat down next to her, his eyes fixed on her face, and after a while, he smiled and said to her, "You're so lucky." ”

The temperament beauty was stunned when she heard this, and turned her head to look at her.

"It's the same accident, and the other two people lost their lives, but you just hurt your face." Curly laughed.

Shen Luci happened to come over, listened to her words, glanced at the face of the temperament beauty, and then said lightly: "What injury?" It's just a skin care allergy. ”

The temperamental beauty was still covering the right side of her face, not so much covering the wound, but rather covering something, she said to the two: "I have been using this brand before, and today is the first time I have this reaction." ”

Curly sighed, then stopped paying attention to her, and pulled Shen Luci to discuss cosmetics. Juan Juan is not very familiar with this industry, but Shen Luci is quite good, and recommended a few brands of goods to her, and by the way, he talked about what the reaction of allergies would be.

Mild itching, tightness, stinging, abnormal redness, severe redness and swelling, repeated rashes and erythema.

Temperament beauty, this can only be regarded as the slightest reaction.

Isn't that weird?

From Abu, Qiaoqiao, to the later intellectual beauties, women from good families, they don't discount at all when they have an accident, how they paint in the painting, how they die, no matter how bad they are, they dig out their eyeballs alive, there is nothing like a temperament beauty, it's just that I don't match the portrait Yan zhòng, and you can call 12315 to complain.

Why did the others have to die and let her go gently when it was her turn?

Juan Juan stared at her for a while, his gaze slowly moved to the other side, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Gu Yumo stood sideways, avoiding everyone, not knowing who he was calling, the painting was still hidden in his pocket, even if he didn't hand it over to the police, he didn't want to destroy the corpse, he didn't know what he wanted to do, so he just watched what it changed.

While thinking about it, the policeman came down from upstairs, swept his eyes over everyone, held a notebook in his hand, and asked loudly, "Who is this book?" ”

Everyone in the living room, including the roll, looked at the notebook in his hand.

The notebook flips to the first page, with lines drawn in red pen and a hanged cat.

The living room was quiet, no one spoke, and no one came forward to claim it.

The mobile phone rang, he raised his hand to answer the phone, while listening, his eyes stared at the people in the living room, his eyes were bright and sharp, and when he put down the phone, he said: "The news from the hospital just now...... Who is Yu Shasha? ”

The sexy beauty looked up at him: "It's me." ”

"The lady Joe who had her eye gouged out before has woken up." The police stared at her and said, "She sued the police that she was attacked from behind, and the murderer used injectable drugs to cause her to fall unconscious, and then gouged out her eyes in the car, and when her eyes were gouged out, she woke up in pain for a while, and therefore smelled the perfume of the murderer's smell......

When the sexy beauty heard this, she interrupted him with a smile, and while playing with her right earring, she said, "What do you want to say?" Just because the murderer used the same perfume as me, so I'm the murderer? ”

"She also had an earring in her hand, which she desperately hid after touching it in the back seat." The policeman looked at Yu Shasha's ears, "Speaking of which, your two earrings are a little different in style......

"This kind of big road goods are everywhere!" Sexy beauties shouted angrily.

"But what does this painting say?" The policeman raised the notebook in his hand at her, "This book was searched from your room, it is simply a death notice, and the death methods of several people are all on it, what are you still quibbling about?" ”

"You're a fool to me!" The sexy beauty trembled with anger, "If I'm really the murderer, why would I draw this thing?" If you don't throw it away after painting, just to be found by you and become incriminating evidence? ”

Juan Juan was stunned when he heard this.

A ray of light flashed through her mind, like a long thread connecting the scattered beads.

She had always felt strange before, if the murderer was replaced by her, killing people would only be stabbed three times, how could it be so troublesome, draw the picture in advance, and then kill them one by one in strict accordance with the order in the painting, not so much to kill, but to think backwards......

The murderer does not kill people in the order in which they are drawn.

Instead, I want to kill people through guò, so that notebook can be turned into a murder diary!