All the paintings depict the same man, with different movements, his expression always painfully distorted, as if he was being abused, and in some of the paintings there are scattered torture instruments.

The most exaggerated thing is the bottom few sheets, which are different ways to die!

Each one is drawn with great care, and the pen is full of hatred!

The man's eyes were expressions of despair and dissatisfaction.

But in the face of death, his despair is just a rich sauce on a plate, just right to set off the atmosphere.

Qian Fugui hissed: "What a big hatred ......"

"Who is this?" Lan Shuying pointed at the man and asked.

Ono said he didn't know either.

"Did you look at what she painted?"

"Some are, some don't." Ono scratched his head, "I don't come home often after I live on campus...... Yikes! ”

He opened the last one in amazement.

The man lay in a pool of blood, with no less than twenty knives on his body!

The blood was not smeared with a paintbrush, but by the painter with blood.

The absence of a signature indicates that the painting is not yet finished.

A few drops of blood had fallen on the right half of the paper, long since it had dried up, and it was dirty everywhere else.

In addition, the paper is very wrinkled, and it is clutched and then re-spread.

The villa is usually only inhabited by the husband and wife, and this painting is the work of Ono's mother, what does she want to express with these paintings...... From abuse, to death, she clearly has a strong resentment towards the man in the painting.

She's taking revenge.

"Ono, maybe I won't feel comfortable talking like this, but, I think, there may be something wrong with her death......" Lan Shuying tried to smooth out the painting, "her mental aspect ......"

Ono suddenly spoke: "She said she was going crazy...... Before she saw the monster, it wasn't normal. ”

"She will take me with her wherever she goes, and she will never let me out of sight, because she will be captured by monsters, but there is no news of monsters appearing at that time......"

Ono's words were filled with confusion.

With the encouragement and guidance of the two, he gradually remembered more details and doubted the way his parents got along.

The most obvious change is that he no longer emphasizes how loving his parents are.

Ono recalled:

For a long time before the monster appeared, the two of them were separated, and each time it was his mother who picked him up and took him home, and was adamant not to let him go to the third floor alone.

"How long is a long time?"

"At least two years...... When they came back from the Kamot Potholes, the atmosphere wasn't quite right......"

Qian Fugui repeated the name.

"However, your mother studies theology, and Mr. Zhang is a psychiatrist, why would they go to such a place?" Lan Shuying questioned.

"I don't know." Ono said honestly.

Well, that's probably the problem.

Next, they found the couple's used passports, air tickets, etc., as well as some photos in the study, which were taken while standing near the mouth of the pit, one closer than the other.

Qian Fugui saw a little doorway: "This is a meteorite, right?" ”

Lan Shuying looked at the black gravel near the pothole, and suddenly walked quickly into the collection room, and sure enough, there were four or five black stones on one of the Bogu shelves, which were basically similar to the photos!

Oh, and it's a "souvenir of your trip."

At this time, they all heard a buzzing sound.

It's very regular, like a phone call coming in when the phone is on vibration mode.

Ono hurriedly ran in: "Look! ”

It turned out that the notebook was buzzing in his hand.

The hard shell oozes specks of blood.

Ono handed over his notebook and cowered between the two of them, looking nervous.

Qian Fugui opened it, and saw a line of small printed characters appear on the originally blank title page:

"I used to be very religious, but after I heard that voice, I no longer believed in God."

Qian Fugui narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?" Speak! ”

The small print began to move rapidly.

The blood dissolves and then combines, eventually forming a woman's face.

The lines are simple, but it gives the impression that she is staring at Ono!

"Mom!"

The woman didn't speak.

The pattern dissolves and reassembles again.

This time, the information she provided was a name:

Sheng Hongfei.

Then there is a string of numbers.

“……”

The two looked at Ono suspiciously: Who is Sheng Hongfei?

The reappearance of the dead relatives in this way, Ono couldn't stand it very much, and cried for a while before saying that it might be a friend of his mother.

He took out his phone from his pocket and said with a twitch, "No signal ......"

"It seems to have it now." Lan Shuying fiddled with it and said.

Qian Fugui made a lip shape: haunted.

Then she stepped on it.

It stands to reason that the situation in the last days is so bad that the mobile phone should have been useless a long time ago, and it is a miracle that there is a signal...... She dialed out according to the number, and it was a male voice that answered: "Hello?" ”

"Is Sheng Hongfei here?"

"Yes, you wait a minute." Footsteps sounded on the other end, and after the man handed over the phone, the other end of the conversation turned into a kind female voice, asking about the situation.

Lan Shuying claimed to be Zhang Xiaoye's current guardian and accidentally discovered this number.

Sheng Hongfei was surprised: "What? Where is Zhang Hongjie, he told me before that everything was fine, why did he suddenly change his guardian? ”

Zhang Hongjie...... It should be Ono's father.

In Wen Jia's impression, he was a mature and gentle gentleman who was helpful.

Lan Shuying regrettably revealed Zhang Hongjie's death.

He fell down the stairs and died instantly.

The incident took place in the villa where no one lived.

At that time, she took the identity of Wen Jia and descended in the basement, as long as she walked up two floors from there, she could find Zhang Hongjie's body.

Lan Shuying said some details and pointed out their current situation.

Of course, she wouldn't talk about the strange events here.

Sheng Hongfei was silent for a long time and asked if they could send Ono to her.

"Where are you?"

"Paradise of Light."

Two minutes after hanging up, Lan Shuying received a text message with a detailed address, located on the outskirts of the city.

Sheng Hongfei emphasized that she was safe, well-fed, and friendly, suitable for Ono to take refuge and heal from psychological wounds.

Qian Fugui said: "Whoever gave the name is also a talent...... Hey, Ono, do you know this place? ”

Ono didn't know anything Sheng Hongfei, and he didn't know about Bright Paradise.

He didn't even know that his father was in contact with this woman before his death.

The child's face tensed.

Thinking of an unfortunate possibility, he sat heavily in the booth and stared at his toes in a daze.

Bright Paradise ......

Lan Shuying felt that she had seen this name today.

She walked around the study twice, found a brochure near the drawer, and beckoned Qian Fugui to come and read it.

She lowered her voice and said:

"Bright Paradise is a branch of this school, which is specially opened for blind children. Don't you think...... This plot is a little familiar? ”

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