Due to the lack of special approval from the police, Cheng Hai was stopped outside the cordon.

Xu Qiufan walked out with a heavy face and led him into the square.

"What's the situation?" Cheng Hai asked when he met.

"The deceased was a girl named Liu Wenjing, who was made into a plastic and placed over there, and the time of death was probably the night before." Xu Qiufan said as he walked.

"Impossible, I only came to this square yesterday, how can there be a sculpture?" Cheng Hai frowned.

"I only found out today, and I should have done it yesterday." Xu Qiufan said.

"No, if the artist did it, he ......"

As he was speaking, Cheng Hai stopped, his back stiffened.

There was a girl hanging in front of me.

She smiled, crossed her hands over her chest, held flowers in one hand and a dagger in the other. Her long dress, half black and half white, split in the middle, like a sharp sword of judgment, divides good from evil.

Evil patterns spread all over his waist, and a pair of broken wings made of flesh and blood spread out from his back, indicating an ominous sign.

If this is a sculpture made of stone, it is indeed a perfect work of art, however......

"...... the night before yesterday"

Cheng Hai pursed his lips, as if he had been pierced through his heart by the spear of fate.

The girl in front of him, he recognized.

That night, he let her go with his own hands.

"Hey! What happened to you? ”

Xu Qiufan glanced at Cheng Hai strangely, thinking that he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

Cheng Hai closed his eyes and just stood quietly.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was calm and terrifying.

As

The kind of eyes that look down on the world before dying.

As

He was the one he looked like when he saw the demon in the river.

This mental state made Xu Qiufan give up the idea of asking Cheng Hai. He walked around the body, trying to find clues.

And Cheng Hai just raised his head and looked at the girl, motionless, as if petrified.

"The cut-out was in the back, and everything inside had been hollowed out. Compared to the previous case, it was suddenly much more bloody......"

After carefully examining the wound, Xu Qiufan walked back to the front, like Cheng Hai, and looked up at the girl.

If the artist's previous style of work was called realism, this time, it is a bit abstract......

"Do you have sunglasses?"

Cheng Hai opened his mouth coldly, his voice hoarse.

"Why do you want this?" Xu Qiufan was inexplicable.

He felt that Cheng Hai seemed to be stimulated by something.

"Give it to me!"

Cheng Hai repeated again, his tone was terrible.

Xu Qiufan's face changed slightly and handed it to him.

Cheng Hai took the sunglasses, stepped forward to put them on the girl, and then took out another cigarette and put it in her mouth.

"You're crazy!"

Xu Qiufan grabbed Cheng Hai's shoulder, furious.

"Go away!"

Cheng Hai broke free with an elbow, and he was about to give the girl a point.

Xu Qiufan was about to stop him, but several ghost hands grabbed his limbs.

"You're sick!"

Xu Qiufan was not a newcomer like Cheng Hai after all, his feet fell to the ground, and suddenly there was a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu, which instantly shook the fragile magic circle.

Just when the flame in his hand was only one centimeter away from the cigarette, Cheng Hai's hand stopped in the air.

Eventually, he removed the flowers from the girl's hand and replaced them with a spare lighter.

There was once a person who taught him that he must do things absolutely, but unfortunately he didn't fully learn it.

The cold hard object was against Cheng Hai's neck, and Xu Qiufan was already furious.

Cheng Hai didn't seem to be aware of anything.

He turned, gave a thumbs up to the sky, and flipped down, pointing to the ground.

Don't you like to hide and watch?

Aren't you passionate about "art"?

Then look at it.

I'm going to insult your work in front of you.

If you can bear it, you roll with your tail between your legs!

If you can't......

Cheng Hai made a motion to wipe his neck and pointed to the floor.

Now he is just an avenger of selfish desires.

In order to achieve his goal, he was willing to turn into a demon.

Suddenly, Cheng Hai felt something, looked up in one direction, and said silently.

"I'll let you die...... Very unsettled!. ”

"Radical ......"

In a high pavilion teahouse thousands of kilometers away, a strange man smiled contemptuously and took an unhurried sip of tea.

"Childish."

The bewitching man moved the teacup away slightly, studying the fluttering tea.

The light brown tea gradually calmed down, reflecting his face, and the smile faded away.

Click!

The porcelain teacup was bitten by the man, rolled into his mouth and chewed vigorously, making a "click" and "click" sound.

"Hehehe......"

Blood spilled from the corners of his lips, and the man suddenly laughed grimly.

Swallowing the crumbs in his mouth, his eyes turned black in an instant, and he muttered, "But it really fucking works!" ”

If he can endure even such an insult, he might as well waste his hands and stop "painting" in this life!

……

"Hey!"

Putting away the sunglasses and cigarettes, Xu Qiufan caught up with Cheng Hai and smashed him in the face with a punch.

Cheng Hai barely stood up and looked at him indifferently.

"This punch was for her." Xu Qiufan said.

After Cheng Hai made a gesture, he also understood Cheng Hai's intentions.

The artist is good at escaping, and instead of touching him and deliberately leaving footprints to reason, it is better to take the initiative to lure him out, and it can also save him the risk of unnecessary casualties caused by jumping over the wall.

If you don't do it, the means of the sea are inevitably too radical.

If it were him, he might have had nightmares for a few days.

It is estimated that Cheng Hai himself is not very comfortable.

"Where are you going?"

Xu Qiufan followed behind Cheng Hai.

"Find a place with few people and nourish your spirit." Cheng Hai said lightly.

"It's better to come with me, if you are alone, I don't think he will wait until the evening to find you directly." Xu Qiufan said.

"Hmm."

Cheng Hai nodded, he wanted to remain silent, but after looking at Xu Qiufan's confused appearance, he explained: "Artists are not stupid, we have two people now, if he can't find a helper, he won't come to die at night." So, do you understand? ”

He is not afraid that the wall has ears, this is a conspiracy.

In order to avoid the artist backing down, he had to use his example as bait.

Xu Qiufan was silent for a while, and then said, "Otherwise, I'll send you." ”

"No, I'll walk alone." Cheng Hai refused.

But after taking two steps, he turned back again.

"By the way, you can help me look up the victim's information."

"Good!"

……

A cool breeze blows on the shady path.

The curling smoke disturbed the birds, turning the sparsely visited place into a miasma.

Mechanically swiping the screen of the mobile phone, the cigarette in Cheng Hai's hand had burned to the end.

Through the girl's communication space, Cheng Hai got a general understanding of the situation.

However, his mood was even more irritable.

"Yiyi, I'll go back later today and help me prepare a supper."

Hanging up the phone in his hand, Cheng Hai leaned against the big tree and closed his eyes to rest.

To deal with this indiscriminate, he doesn't need to gamble his life.