Zhang Ze was stunned when he saw Wanli's appearance as if he had been struck by lightning, Fang Fan hammered Zhang Ze on the shoulder and said.

"Don't be stunned, run quickly."

With that, the four of them hurried to safety, and when they reached the bar, everyone looked at them with strange eyes. After a few brief words with the guards, the guards immediately drove everyone from the bar. At this time, there were only the four of them in the huge Kunjiao Bar, and after confirming that they were safe, Wanli's eyes never left Zhang Ze and Sansan's clenched hands. Then he said in a cold tone.

"How long are you going to get involved?"

Zhang Ze realized at this time, hurriedly let go of his hand, and then hurriedly explained.

"Wanli is not what you think."

"Phew. and others to open a house, and now they don't admit it. Zhang Ze, how did I find out that you are this kind of person? You're scum, no, you're scum. You don't even deserve scum. ”

Zhang Ze sighed and said.

"Wanli, can you listen to my explanation? I really have nothing to do with him, he..."

Zhang Ze suddenly stopped talking, and then leaned into Wanli's ear, and Wanli pushed him aside and said.

"Don't come here. I hate you disgusting. ”

"Come here, I'll tell you."

After that, Zhang Ze hugged Wanli in his arms and whispered. Wanli's expression gradually changed from anger to surprise. At this time, Sanjo said on the side.

"You don't have to be so quiet, you just say it out loud, and it's not something to be seen."

"I'm not afraid of hurting you."

This time it was Fang Fan's turn to ask with a blank face.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Ze looked at Sanjo, Sanjo nodded with a smile, and Zhang Ze said.

"Actually, the three are shemales, I misunderstood him before, and Wanli also misunderstood me."

"Oh, I see, I thought it was a big deal."

"Lao Fang, this is not a big deal, I almost died because of your order."

"Don't be so exaggerated, I believe in your strength to send you."

Zhang Ze suddenly came to Fang Fan's side and asked.

"Wanli is back, why didn't you sue me in advance?"

"I'll talk about this later, let's get down to business first."

Fang Fan pulled a chair and sat opposite the three and said.

"We came to you this time just to understand one thing with you, and you must cooperate with us."

Sanjo pointed at Zhang Ze and said.

"I'll just say to him."

Zhang Ze looked at Wanli, and Wanli glanced to the side, which was considered a tacit acquiescence. Zhang Ze also sat opposite the three and said.

"I'm here, you name it."

The three looked at Fang Fan and Wanli vigilantly, and the two walked out of the bar with each other. Zhang Ze said.

"Now that there's no one, I want you to answer my questions truthfully."

Sanjo nodded lightly and said.

"Just ask."

"The bar has restrictions on the level of entry for guests, so people are not cluttered. So you tell me who Du Ming saw in this bar before he was kidnapped, and who were the people who had a good relationship with him? ”

Hearing Du Ming's words, the three sensitively twisted their bodies, and then leaned on the arm of the chair with their right elbow and said.

"He's my boyfriend."

Zhang Ze was startled and almost fell off the stool. Sanjo paused and said.

"We've been dating for five years, and he used all his savings to open this bar for me. He would come from his studio every night to stay with me, but he never touched me. Maybe he can't get over the inner hurdle like you, but the more he is like this, the more I can't do without him. Perhaps it was psychological dependence that had overtaken physical desire, and I could feel the pleasure of orgasm even when I watched him frame the city with four fingers in the corner. I love him, but the love is not humble or cheap, this is the greatest respect he gives me. ”

"If you love him so much, why didn't you call the police after he was kidnapped?"

"That's what he meant. He seemed to have expected something, and he told me that night that if he was kidnapped, don't call the police, let alone look for him, just wait for him to come back at the bar. ”

Zhang Ze smacked his tongue for a while and said.

"Come back? I may not be able to come back. ”

Sanjo laughed miserably and said.

"Will be back."

"Let me tell you. It is very likely that Du Ming was kidnapped by the kidnapping gang that we have been tracking, and their purpose is still unclear to us, but now it is estimated that it is for Du Ming's superb forgery ability in exchange for huge profits. ”

"No way. Du Ming had been blind for many years, and he couldn't copy anything at all. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ze was taken aback and said.

"He's blind?"

Sanjo nodded, and Zhang Ze then asked.

"Can you tell me why?"

"A few years ago he went on a trip to the desert, and when he came back he shut himself up in the studio, and he kept himself in the studio all day, and every day I would leave some necessities and food at the door, and that day I would leave the food and necessities at the door as usual, and when I was about to leave, I heard his screams of pain. When I slammed the door open, I saw him poking himself in the eye with a paintbrush. ”

When Zhang Ze heard this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, which may have been caused by his subconscious sympathy for Du Ming. Zhang Ze sighed and said.

"Was he looking at the Medusa Gaze?"

"I don't really understand. I don't know what the painting is called. ”

"Can you take me to see it?"

Sanjo hesitated for a moment and said.

"Yes, but you have to promise me not to take anything from there."

"Of course."

Fang Fan and Wanli had been waiting outside, and when they saw Zhang Ze and them coming out, they stepped forward and pulled Zhang Ze aside and asked.

"How?"

"The situation is a bit complicated, we will now go to Du Ming's studio, there may be some clues."

"That's fine."

Zhang Ze looked back and found that Wanli was holding Sanjo's arm and chatting hotly, and the sad and sad mood that Sanjo had just now was gone. Zhang Ze asked in the past.

"Are you alright?"

Wanli glared at him and said.

"We're sisters now, don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Ze muttered quietly.

"Then he and I are still brothers."

At this time, the three of them leaned into Zhang Ze's ear and said.

"No more nonsense, be careful of castrating you..."

Zhang Ze's face turned pale for a while, so he said.

"Let's go to the studio. I'm dying of hustle and bustle this day. ”

Zhang Zela, Fang Fan, walked quickly to the elevator, and Wanli and Sanjo laughed evilly behind them. The four of them drove to a villa area invested and developed by OrbiMed Real Estate, and the car stopped next to a loft on the edge of the villa area. Sanjo said.

"This is it."

Zhang Ze looked at the gently and elegantly decorated house in front of him and said.

"This is all Du Ming's studio?"

"Oh, no. His studio is in the innermost part and outside is where we live. ”

The four of them walked into the LOFT, which was large enough to be divided into zones. On the left-hand side is the fitness and entertainment area, and on the right-hand side is a small cinema and lounge area. On the second floor, there seem to be several guest rooms for friends, and further inside is a transparent bathroom, which means that people from the outside can directly see the people inside taking a bath. Zhang Ze pointed to the bathroom and Wanli whispered.

"This kind of bathroom design is quite humane, let's get one like this later."

Wanli pinched Zhang Ze's arm and said.

"You want to be beautiful."

On the opposite side of the bathroom is the bathroom, Zhang Ze asked inexplicably.

"Sanjo, why do you want to separate the bathroom from the bathroom?"

"Oh, this is Du Ming's idea, he thinks that the bathroom is a convenient place to represent dirty, and the bathroom is a place to wash stains to represent clean, so he said it is better to separate the two places."

"Could it be that Du Ming has a habit of cleanliness?"

"No, absolutely not. He's just a little more serious. ”

The four of them came to the staircase, and Sanjo said.

"You can go up to the second floor here, but the second floor is just empty rooms that haven't been used for a long time."

At this time, Fang Fan asked.

"Are there any past drawings of Du Ming in these rooms?"

"No, his drawings are all in the studio."

Sanjo opened the door and said.

"This is Du Ming's studio, or bother Fang Fan and Wanli to wait outside for a while, I'll take Zhang Ze in."

Fang Fan suddenly said briskly.

"No problem, can we go around?"

"Of course, feel free."

Behind the door is a long corridor with bloody and gray paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor. The date and time are marked in the lower left corner of each painting, and Zhang Ze stops in front of an oil painting called "Flower Cracking". In the painting, a young girl blows up her head with a gun, and the blood stains her white gauze skirt red, leaving only her chin on her head. Zhang Ze suddenly felt a burst of blood in his mouth, he did not feel any horror from this painting, but experienced a trace of beauty from it. Zhang Ze said.

"Are these paintings all original works by Du Ming?"

"Yes. He said that these were inspirations given to him by God, and when God wanted to take it back, he would not complain at all. ”

Zhang Ze looked at a few more paintings, and the styles of painting were very similar, but the degree of tragedy in them was progressing step by step, Zhang Ze asked.

"Is Du Ming going through some kind of torture?"

Sanjo, who was still walking forward, suddenly stopped and said.

"He tried to find happiness almost every day, but when he picked up the paintbrush, life avoided his own rich colors for him, and he had to put it on paper with the ash that life gave him."

"Is that related to his master's ghost eyes?"

The three walked forward silently, and there was a small green door not far in front of them, and behind this door should be the most mysterious place for Du Ming. The studio is about 70 square meters in size, but the movable space is encroached upon by Du Ming's drawings to only 30 square meters. Sanjo walked over to the easel, which was covered with a white cloth, Sanjo said.

"This is the painting that Du Ming looked at before he blinded himself."

Zhang Ze walked over and slowly lifted the white cloth, and found that the upper game of the drawing paper was still a half-finished product, but it seemed that it should be "Medusa's Gaze", and the missing part of this painting was Medusa's eyes, that is, Du Ming poked himself blind with a paintbrush when he was about to paint Medusa's eyes. Zhang Ze said.

"The painting is not finished yet, and I want to see the painting that Du Ming brought back from the desert."

"It seems to be here, you can find it yourself, as long as you don't take it with you."

"Okay, thank you."

With that, Sanjo turned around and went out. Zhang Ze looked at the room full of sketches, and he had to carefully examine them from the top to the bottom.

When Sanjo came out, he saw Wanli sitting on the sofa flipping through magazines, and Fang Fan was nowhere to be found. He smiled and sat down next to Wanli and said.

"What about Fang Fan?"

Wanli pointed to the entertainment area and said.

"Men are always fools who can't be idle."

At this time, Fang Fan didn't really play games like a fool in the entertainment area, but he made some discoveries there. Fang Fan found that although this is an entertainment area, most of the facilities are related to physical rehabilitation, and the fitness area connected to the entertainment area is also simple fitness equipment. Fang Fan tried to use it, for an adult, such a facility would not play any role in training strength, Fang Fan couldn't figure out why Du Ming would install these nondescript things here for a while. When he walked out, he saw Sanjo and Wanli chatting on the couch, so he walked over and asked.

"Sanjo, who is that fitness equipment for?"

"Du Ming. He couldn't get exercise in painting for a long time, so he prepared this. What's wrong? ”

"How much does Du Ming weigh?"

"It seems to be 140 pounds."

"Did he have a stroke or a cerebral hemorrhage?"

"Never, he's healthy."

"In that case, does the 140-pound, healthy man need rehabilitation?"

The three seemed to be poked by Fang Fan's words, and their hands subconsciously shook and said.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Then I'll be clear. In fact, the person who lives here is not Du Ming at all, right? ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ze's screams suddenly came from the studio at the end of the corridor, and Fang Fan suddenly pointed at the three pairs of Wanli and shouted.

"Look at her."

With that, Wanli immediately controlled the three on the sofa, and the three watched Fang Fan run to the studio, but his body couldn't move. After a while, Fang Fan walked out with Zhang Ze on his back, and Wanli hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"What's wrong with him?"

"It looks like I've passed out, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

Fang Fan put Zhang Ze on the sofa to rest, and then said to Santiao.

"If anything happens to Zhang Ze, I will definitely not spare you."

Tears began to roll in his three eye sockets, stirring anger and helplessness, and he suddenly got up and yelled.

"Then you can kill me."

Fang Fan was taken aback by the sudden momentum of the three strips, but he was not out of shape yet, and said calmly.

"I want you to believe we're here to help you."

"No one can save us but ourselves."

Sanjo suddenly fell to his knees and cried, and Wanli glanced at Fang Fan and asked him to step aside first. Because of what happened just now, the three of them are also wary of Wanli, but at this time, only Wanli's shoulder can lean a little. After a while, Sanjo's emotions eased, and Wanli called back to Fang Fan and whispered.

"He's not in a stable mood right now, so try not to say anything aggressive."

"Got it."

Fang Fan sat on the sofa and said.

"You can actually tell us the truth, so that we can help you and help Du Ming."

Sanjo sobbed, then sniffed hard and said.

"That painting hides the world's most terrible devil."

"Medusa's Gaze?"

Sanjo nodded and said.

"Actually, you're right, but Du Ming does live here, but his master, Ghost Eye, also lives here. Fate always likes to play with people in applause, but the ghost eye, who has been painting for a living all his life, finally got Parkinson's, and his hands can no longer hold the paintbrush, so he started Du Ming's idea. Not long after, Ghost Eye asked Du Ming to go to the desert to help him get some things back, saying that it was his dream to stay outside when he was young, but when Du Ming came back with the painting, Ghost Eye didn't want to look at it more.

The ghost eye asked Du Ming to copy a copy of the painting, and I still remember Du Ming's eyes when he saw the painting for the first time, excited and yearning, and it also contained all kinds of love. He didn't copy one copy of the painting, as Ghosteye said, but copified thousands of copies. He was like a madman who had fallen into the devil, painting day and night in the studio. I begged Ghosteye to save Du Ming, but he only said a few simple words to me: 'It's his choice.' In the end, tragedy finally came, and Du Ming poked his eyes blind with a paintbrush. I'm holding him who is bleeding all the time, and I don't know where to start hating. ”

"Could it be that Du Ming is dead?"

Sanjo nodded sadly and continued.

"That night, Du Ming suddenly got up from the bed, tore the gauze on his head with both hands, and then pulled his eyes into his eyes again with both hands, and said in his mouth, 'My eyes are Medusa'. In the end, Du Ming ran to the studio like crazy, and although he couldn't see it, he didn't hit anything. At the time, I thought it was that damn painting that was doing the trick.

Du Ming locked himself in the studio and knelt down in front of the painting. Du Ming's funeral was simple and simple, and then one day I suddenly heard a noise coming from the studio, and I quietly walked to the studio, only to see Ghosteye sitting in front of the canvas and painting seriously, and his Parkinson's seemed to have healed. ”

"This is absolutely impossible, Parkinson's can only be restrained by drugs, and it is absolutely impossible to heal to be exactly the same as the original."

At this time, Zhang Ze woke up, and Wanli helped him over. At this time, Zhang Ze's face was pale, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. He went over and grabbed Sanjo's hand and said.

"I saw it. I saw Du Ming's appearance before he died, and I also heard what he said before he died. ”

Sanjo suddenly asked excitedly.

"What did he say?"

"He said that everything was of his own free will, and he just wanted you to continue to live happily."

Zhang Ze rested for a while, and then said to Fang Fan.

"Old Fang, that painting is very evil. It seems to have a ghost attached to it, and this ghost will be transferred to the body of the owner of the painting. ”

"You mean that Ghost Eye used this painting to absorb Du Ming's soul power?"

"That's right. He first used this painting to force Du Ming to death, so that Du Ming's soul was attached to the painting, and then Ghost Eye, as the owner of this painting, naturally absorbed Du Ming's soul. ”

"A healthy and new soul enters the body of the ghost eye, which just makes up for the lack of his soul and body."

"That's right. Du Ming was just a tool for him to repair himself, and I guess it wasn't Parkinson's that the ghost eye had, and the reason why he couldn't paint anymore must have something to do with the curse of that painting. ”

The truth has gradually become clear, and it is a happy thing for Fang Fan and Zhang Ze. But for Sanjo, it was nothing more than lifting his scars one more time, and the seeds of hatred seemed to have been re-irrigated and were slowly sprouting and breaking through the ground in his heart.