The more Chen Yan and Xue Nu walked towards Li Xi's room, the stronger the smell of blood became.

"Chen Yan, be careful."

The Snow Girl looked at Chen Yan and said in a low voice.

Chen Yan nodded, now as long as they pushed the door open, they could see what Li Xi was doing inside.

Chen Yan walked over and knocked lightly on the door.

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There was silence.

There was no sound in the room and there was no response.

If Li Xi had brought the missing part of the woman's body here, he would definitely not have made a sound.

Chen Yan raised his foot and kicked it violently, and the thin door opened directly.

The smell of blood was even stronger, and there were a lot of bright red blood stains on the floor of the room.

Li Xi was quietly squatting on the ground, drawing a picture.

Knowing that someone had kicked in the door, he didn't even look up at Chen Yan.

What is it about painting that is so fascinating?

Chen Yan looked over, and on the ground, Li Xi's pen hand was carefully depicted on the white paper.

The thing painted is a woman's buttocks, and even such a part, under his brush, looks extraordinarily beautiful.

It's white, soft, like a marshmallow.

"Chen Yan, look ......"

The Snow Girl's fingers went to Li Xi's bed, and whispered to Chen Yan's ear.

On the bed, is ...... It was the part of the woman's body that disappeared.

Scarlet blood ran down the side of the bed and kept going down to the ground.

"Tick, tick......"

The sound was exceptionally clear in a quiet little room.

"Li Xi, did you really kill that woman?"

Chen Yan asked.

At this time, even Chen Yan had already begun to disbelieve him.

The evidence is ironclad.

The murderer, not Li Xi, who else could it be?

Li Xi did not answer, still squatting on the ground, drawing his own picture.

The pen is soft, and the expression is intoxicated.

Chen Yan had no choice but to wait and watch him slowly draw the picture.

With the Snow Maiden here, Chen Yan didn't need to be afraid of him.

This is also the reason why Chen Yan dared to stay here.

The Snow Girl looked at Li Xi without a trace of expression on her face.

For such a human, what can she think of her, as an ancient youkai?

Chen Yan gently covered his nose with his hand, and the smell of blood in the room was a little uncomfortable.

It's a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Outside the window, a few crows flapped their wings and flew to a tree outside the house. His eyes were fixed on the thing on Li Xi's bed.

Probably waiting for a full meal.

Chen Yan didn't know how long it had passed, maybe it was half an hour, or maybe it was just a few minutes.

Li Xi stood up from the ground, and the painting on the white paper was completed......

"I killed her."

"Why?"

"She won't come with me, I can't help it."

Li Xi's expression was very indifferent, without any regrets.

"Isn't it just to draw a picture, and you have to be a model?"

Chen asked puzzled.

If he just paints, Chen Yan can give him a model for free.

There's really no need to kill people for this.

"Well, it's just her, it's just her...... That part is exactly the same as snow......"

"Snow?"

"Well, it's the woman I love."

Chen Yan remembered that before, she asked Li Xi what the picture on the ground with eyes was.

Li Xi said that it was the eyes of the snow.

"That'...... My hair, my legs...... My lips are ...... too?"

"Hmmm......"

Li Xi sat down on the bed and threw the contents out the door.

A few crows flew down quickly and began to enjoy their food.

"You killed someone, and your life is over. Is it worth it just for a painting?"

"It's worth it, in fact, I should have died a long time ago, and on the day Xue died, I should have accompanied her to die."

Li Xi picked up a painting at random, on which was a snow-white neck: "The reason why I have been alive is just to paint a complete picture for her......"

"Can't you draw on her corpse? Or, it's a previous photo ......"

Chen Yan didn't understand that if she was just an infatuated painter who wanted to paint a picture of her dead lover.

It would have been possible to stay next to her corpse and paint for days and nights when she died.

In that case, you must be able to draw her completely, right?

Why do you have to go to some strange women and depict them on the same parts of your beloved body?

That's a lot of work, isn't it?

"There are no bodies...... There are no photos ...... either."

Li Xi lay on the bed, and the blood on the bed stained his clothes red.

But he didn't care at all: "The electric fire burned the house, burned the snow, and there was nothing left." ”

Electric ......

Is that why he resisted using something modern?

Is it just because a woman dies that she can't live?

Can't you forget?

It is impossible for Chen to be so affectionate, but she will not despise such a person.

For Li Xi, there is even a trace of regret......

"Li Xi, what are you going to do now?" Chen Yan walked up to Li Xi, "Someone will come to arrest you soon." ”

Li Xi got up from the bed and began to pick up the paintings on the ground.

The expression is very calm.

By the time he did that, he already knew what the end would be.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the painting of the snow has been completely drawn.

One hundred and two.

You can piece together her appearance completely......

Li Xi slowly put all the paintings together in the room.

At this time, a shrill siren came from outside the room......

"Li Xi, if you want to live, I can help you."

Chen Yan said.

"Chen Yan, the painting is finished, I have no regrets......"

Li Xi continued to spell the scrolls in his hand.

Chen Yan left with the Snow Girl, and Li Xi chose this way, and they had no choice.

On the road, a police car with a honking horn passed by Chen Yan.

After a while, several crows flew out of Li Xi's house in a panic......

Looks like that's the end of this story.

love

It's the angels,

Also the devil.

Take people into heaven and into hell.

……

"Chen Yan, what will happen to that man?"

The Snow Girl, who rarely spoke, took the initiative to ask a question.

"Will die."

"He loves that woman very much, doesn't he?"

"Perhaps."

Chen Yan and the Snow Girl walked slowly, the sun was setting, the police car passed them again, and Li Xi sat quietly inside.

The sunset softens everything in the world, and there is a dreamy feeling when you look at it.

The Snow Maiden sighed softly and said to herself, "How happy it would be if that woman didn't die." ”

Li Xi killed someone, so it was inevitable that he would go to jail.

The paintings he painted grew in value and eventually became a collector's item.

Li Xi finally committed suicide in prison, and legend has it that on the day of his death, a woman's low sobs rang out among collectors who lived alone......