Hu Linwei opened a gallery, with few customers, barely supporting his life.

Occasionally, he would go out to sketch and pick up some work to paint portraits of people in the scenic spot.

Those tourists don't know how to do it, look at the people in the painting like they are very happy, this is more meaningful than the photo, sit for more than half an hour and wait for a painting than from one end of the scenic spot to the other end to see the local products lucky bag handicrafts to be fulfilling.

Only Hu Linwei knows that the people in his paintings have no soul, he can paint their faces, but they can't paint their looks, how many curvatures the corners of each person's mouth, how much brilliance there is in their eyes, whether they are suppressed and excited or shy and stiff, he can't draw them, he can only record how much daylight falls in their eyes at this moment, and that little bit of brightness borrowed from external forces.

When he was in school, he painted still lifes and sketches, all of which were among the best.

Except for creatures.

He can only draw dead things well.

Hu Linwei has some unwillingness in his heart, which has not been wiped out by the response that life has not received, but it is also hidden in his heart. He is not young, and he is embarrassed to hit a wall with the slogan of moving forward bravely to overcome difficulties.

There are always several exhibitions in the museum a year, and the artists on this exhibition are Hu Xiaoquan and Lin Zhao.

His name is Hu Linwei.

What kind of fate?

The paintings of the Hulin couple are only each other, and he can feel the emotions poured into them just by looking at those paintings.

They use painting to keep the years and use painting to extend life.

They are perfect and alive.

They led him to find the person in the painting to whom he was willing to pour his all his might.

She stood in a beam of light, her eyebrows marked as she was supposed to be moved to the drawing paper.

He followed her quietly, and in the dark night the street lamp stood bright, and she stood in the light, giving him boundless pleasure and inspiration.

For the first time, the people in Hu Linwei's paintings came to life.

He suddenly understood how to send life into the painting without feeling the subtlety of life held between his fingers?

Soon, however, he discovers that other lives are not lush enough for her to stay.

He wants to keep her by his side, on the doorknob, on the futon, on the ceiling, it is her who closes his eyes, she still opens his eyes, and he wants to carry her on his body, and he takes her with him wherever he goes.

He's going to ......

He asked for her skin, and painted on it.

Then the painting and the paper are hers and belong to herself.

The back hangs on the ceiling, and the rest is cut into small pieces.

Ha......

Every day with a different her.

On the day he was ready to put it into action, she took the initiative to send it to the door.

But the follow-up is not the same as imagined.

Black, it's silent and dangerous, it melts into the air, it's as thin as nothing, you can walk through it at will, it's like walking at night, it blinds your eyes, but it can't stop the pace of progress.

"As long as you're brave enough, you can go through."

Mo Bei's fingers turned completely purple, and she gradually couldn't feel the palm, but the place where her wrist was tied hurt and began to itch. She clasped the metal tube of the chair's armrest with her fingers, giving nonchalantly advice.

A look of humiliation appeared on Hu Linwei's distorted face, and he didn't hold on for a moment before he was overwhelmed by the displaced and overlapping facial features.

With hatred in his eyes, he said flattering words: "You can't hurt us, I...... We didn't hurt you either......"

"Yes," Mo Beiying nodded gently, "you just seduced him." ”

Hu Linwei made a hoarse voice that was indistinguishable from the male and female: "He made it himself, and he wants your skin!" ”

"What about you? What do you want? ”

The black mist didn't wait for an answer, and squirmed closer to him.

"Nope! No! ”

Hu Linwei's eyes were split but he didn't dare to move, he didn't know how fast these things moved, he could only stand in place and shout.

"We don't want anything!"

But Mo Bei closed his eyes and looked impatient to listen.

The fog was as thick as a stream of black water, and in the blink of an eye it reached the feet, pushing out a pointed tip that was about to attach to the instep of the foot.

Hu Linwei suddenly screamed miserably and fell down, a monster with a twisted shape came out of his body, and fled in the room, but he was trapped by the black fog that shrouded him and had to stop, Mo Bei finally saw its face clearly.

It had human limbs, an aging head on its neck, a combination of Hu Xiaoquan and Lin Zhao, and two heads on the back of its neck and abdomen.

Mo Bei recognized the face in his abdomen.

That's Li Qing.

He and the one on the back of his neck kept repeating: "Help...... Help me......"

It was a girl's face.

"This is what you want......" Mo Bei said coldly.

Breaking away from Hu Linwei's body seemed to make it very painful, and it writhed in mid-air, screaming.

"I was wrong! Let me go! ”

All that answered it was a surge of black, like a big mouth that opened and closed, engulfing it in an instant and quickly dissipating.

Inadequate...... Inadequate......

The pleasure of eating was not satisfied, but intensified.

I'm so hungry......

Her eyes rolled greedily, slowly towards the window.

The air in the distance brings a fresh breath.

Darkness covered the land, and something darker lurked, clinging to the walls, slowly moving down the steps, approaching the unsuspecting prey.

It's almost ...... It's almost ......

"Stop!"

She suddenly noticed a voice, too far away to be heard, but like a heavy punch, it slammed into the heart.

Mo Bei took a sharp breath, and the black mist that was lurking down was instantly retracted.

It is violent, devastating, instantly crushing the vascular center, and wants to go out again to do unfinished business.

It was forcibly pressed into the body.

Anger sharpens its teeth and destroys everything.

Mo Bei's sanity crumbled and remained under the severe pain, she writhed in her chair, tightening the hemp rope and grinding her hands and feet, she tried to smooth out the viciousness inside with all the external sensations of her body.

Finally, her wrist was bloody and her mouth smelled rust, and she threw her head up and let out a scream.

……

Tang Song summoned people to rush to the location address one after another.

It was an unfinished building, located in a remote area, and he arrived with a few team members, only to see a car downstairs.

I don't know if it's because Hu Linwei is overconfident.

The building was shrouded in darkness, but there was a window with a light on.

Tang Song found a mobile phone under the right door in the back of the car.

It was set with an off-screen clock and shimmered in the darkness so that it could be seen at a glance.

Tang Song squeezed the phone tightly, she was reckless and careful about Mo Bei's behavior, so he didn't know whether to be angry or pleased.

He pressed his floating thoughts and slipped his phone into his pocket.

"There are hostages in the hands of the suspects, be careful, protect the hostages, Xiao He Xu Minglang and I will go up, Zhao Qi and Xiao Liu stay here." The weight of the gun weighed him down, and he finally explained the precautions, "Again, pay attention to safety, the suspect is dangerous and may fight back." ”

"Understood."

Tang Song took Xu Minglang and Xiao He to sneak into the building quietly, and walked up cautiously by the light of the flashlight.

As soon as I got to the second floor, I heard a man's screams.

The three of them stopped for a moment, Xu Minglang and Xiao He looked at each other, wondering if the hostage should not be a woman? didn't notice that Tang Song at the front secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Song made a gesture to move forward, turned the corner of the third floor, the light of the flashlight swept across the ground, and he saw a shadow floating on the ground out of the corner of his eye.

He quickly turned his back against the wall and raised his hand to stop them.

"Wait a minute, stop!"

Xu Minglang and the two stepped aside.

Tang Song pointed the flashlight at the steps above a few sections, and the black shadow that had just floated disappeared, only the dust flew in the beam of light.

The woman's mournful screams cut through the silence, and by the end she was hoarse, and then abruptly stopped on the edge of shattering.

His heart sank: "Hurry up!" ”

Tang Song walked faster and faster, and ran up in the last few steps and two knots as one.

A rectangular piece of light was cut out of the door frame and stuck to the ground, as silent as in the house.

Tang Song was suddenly timid, he leaned his back against the wall and swallowed a breath of air to look inside.

He saw Mo Bei sitting in a chair with his back to the door, and Hu Linwei fell on the ground not far away, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The heart fell.

Mo Bei heard the voice and turned her head sideways slowly, there was no trace of blood on her face, only the corners of her mouth were flushed, and she leaned back in the chair weakly. The clothes on his body were soaked with cold sweat, and the collar was torn, and it was open to his chest, but fortunately, he was tightly bound inside.

Tang Song stretched out his hand to see the injury on her face, but she turned his head to avoid it.

"Don't touch me." She frowned, her voice split, and the sound of her breath sounded hoarse.

He silently withdrew his hand and crouched down to untie the rope.

His ankles were covered by trousers, and when he lifted them up, there was a circle of purple strangulation marks, and his wrist was not so optimistic, and before he could untie it, he saw a large piece of rope grinding into it, and a circle of red on the black paint.

Tang Song took a breath and calmed down, reached out to untie the rope buckle, carefully not touching her body, the innermost circle of the rope was deeply sunken, he pinched one end, and couldn't bear to open it.

Mo Bei suddenly asked, "Is he dead?" ”

Tang Song was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, Xu Minglang and Xiao He handcuffed the person, and as soon as they helped him up, he heard Tang Song repeat Mo Bei's words.

Xu Minglang had some doubts in his heart, he couldn't figure out what happened here, how he was tied up so well, but the kidnapped person was unconscious, but he endured it and didn't ask, and replied honestly: "No, I fainted." ”

"Take him down first."

Being interrupted by this, the long pain is better than the short pain, he pulled off the rope fiercely, and saw her fingertips on the armrest tremble slightly.

"Does it hurt?" He stiffened.

"Hmm." She answered softly.

"If it hurts, I know I'll have to discuss it with someone next time." His tone was still unkind, and he neatly untied the rope on the other side, but his little finger accidentally touched the back of her hand.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed.

Mo Bei was still lying in the chair, dead, without clothes, his belly was like a drum with only a thin layer of skin, and the things under it kept going up, he even heard the sound of his nails scratching constantly, and finally the bones and blood were exploited from the inside, becoming fragile, and the translucent human heads under the skin greedily devoured her internal organs, biting the bones, and suddenly they moved, and they all looked up at the people outside the belly.