After investigation, Wen Lele was indeed dead, about two weeks ago, he jumped to his death, but he was not very famous, and he committed suicide, so he didn't make a special fuss.

Especially for people like us who don't pay much attention to celebrities online, naturally we don't know what's going on.

But now that I learned that Wen Le was dying, I really chuckled in my heart, and called Miss Tang to ask when I bought this painting?

She said that it was around February 5th, and I calculated according to the date of Wen Lele's death, and was surprised to find that Wen Lele's death date was on February 4th, and the painting was bought by Miss Tang on February 5th, and the difference was less than a day.

"And when was this painting drawn?" I was very puzzled: "If it was painted after death, it only took a day from the painting to Miss Tang's hands, which is too fast." ”

"But if it was painted before death, then it is even more strange, why did you paint such a picture before you died?"

"Why painting is not important, what matters is how to solve the problem." My brother said: "Miss Tang said earlier that she burned the painting, but it was useless, that is to say, this time it is not the same as the painting we encountered before, and the fire is of no use to it." ”

"The painting of Zhongwen's family before, and the current one, were both obtained from an old man from unknown sources, could the old man who sold the painting be the same person?"

When my brother heard this, he didn't answer, he lowered his head and pondered, but I felt faintly uneasy in my heart.

"It's a bit strange to say that both paintings are by the same person." I said, "He painted people on the painting, and it seemed to become a soul, and we ran into them one after another, and I always felt that it was a bit too much of a coincidence, do you think we are secretly fighting with someone?" ”

"It's possible." My brother said: "The identity of this old man is very mysterious, he only has paintings, no face, and the people who meet him don't seem to be fixed, but the question is, why did he sell these paintings to others?" What is the purpose? ”

The two of us couldn't figure it out, there was only so much we could understand at the moment, so we explained it to Miss Tang.

After she listened, there was suddenly no sound on the other end of the phone, and it lasted for a long time.

I asked her what was wrong, and she hurriedly said, "Nothing... However, I haven't heard of the name Wen Lele, and I don't know that he plagiarized my songs. Is it really dead? ”

"It seems to be the case right now." I said: "You may think it is incredible, like nonsense, even a little appalling, but the fact is that he is indeed dead, and then I don't know by what means that he exists in the painting, and it haunts you, and the purpose is not clear." ”

"That's... So what should I do? She sounded scared: "It's... Will it kill me? Is there any way to do it? What does it want, does it want money? I can give as much as I want! ”

I couldn't laugh or cry when I heard this, and said, "Miss Tang, everyone is dead, what are you asking for money for?" It's pestering you, and it must have nothing to do with money, and I think the problem is in the music. ”

"Music?" Her tone was shocked.

"Yes, you are a singer, although he is not as famous as you, but he is also engaged in creation, the only thing you have in common is music, think about it, what may have this kind of influence in music?"

"I don't know..."Miss Tang's tone was at a loss, and she spent the next half an hour, she didn't think of anything useful, and finally she could only hang up the phone and wait for further development.

In the evening, my brother and I went to dinner, and neither of us spoke during the meal, but we were thinking about our own things, and all I was thinking about was what my brother was thinking.

As for what he was thinking, I really don't know, since the last murder has passed, the gap between the two of us has become wider and wider.

No one knows what the problem is, and it always feels like a mirror, once broken, it can never be restored.

I often dream at night that I am married to Chen Qing, my brother is wearing a suit to attend the wedding, and my mother and father are sitting on the chairs, they are hugging me, patting me on the shoulder, and they keep talking about something, I try to hear clearly, but I can't hear clearly.

Then I would wake up suddenly, sit in the RV, feel panicked and scared in the dark, and I don't know what I was afraid of.

Even if you deal with unclean things all the time, like my brother and I get along all day, you may no longer be afraid of these things, but you will still be afraid of the dark, and when you face the darkness, you will still feel a little uneasy.

After we finished eating, we went back to sleep in the RV, and when we were half-asleep at night, our mobile phone suddenly rang, and when we picked it up, we found that it was Miss Tang calling.

Quickly connected immediately, and the voice on the other side sounded extremely uneasy: "Come and save me... The painting is coming again..."

"What?!" I was stunned when I heard this, and sat up in shock: "The painting is here..."

As I spoke, I turned my head to look at the table and was stunned, the table was empty, and the portrait that had been placed on it had disappeared.

"You wait, we'll get over here!" I hurriedly hung up the phone and woke up my brother, who got up in a daze and asked what was going on.

I put on my clothes and said hurriedly: "Miss Tang just called and said that the painting went back by herself!" ”

"Back?!" My brother was also stunned, hurriedly dressed, took his things and rushed to Miss Tang's house.

Fortunately, it was not far away, we drove for more than half an hour to arrive, entered the community, found the building according to the address given by Miss Tang, and took the elevator up.

When I came to the door, I reached out and was about to knock on the door, when I suddenly found that the door was not locked, but there was a crack in it.

"Miss Tang?" I hesitated, then gently pushed the door open and called out.

The lights were not turned on in the room, it was quiet, it was pitch black, and there was no sound at all.

I fumbled into the room, took out my phone and turned on the light, and as soon as I turned it on, the light shone on the ground, and I saw a broken guitar falling on the floor in front of me, and a pair of feet standing next to it.

My brother also saw it, and suddenly stopped, and when I held up my phone and wanted to take a picture up, suddenly these feet ran away in the dark.

I was so frightened that I reflexively tried to draw an axe, but at that moment, out of nowhere, there was an eerie sound of music in the room.

The music sounded mournful and ethereal, with a low guitar sound, as if someone was crying.

Soon as the accompaniment sounded, someone began to sing, and I heard the singing voice and felt something familiar: "Isn't this the tune of "Innocence"? ”

My brother walked inside with the ghost detector knife, and because he was not familiar with the layout of Miss Tang's house, he couldn't find where the lights were, so the two of us could only hold up our mobile phones to look.

The house has a lot of space and a lot of furniture, and I took a few steps forward when I heard a sudden sound of strange footsteps behind me, "Da Da" twice, like ringing a bell.

Shocked, I immediately held up my mobile phone to look back, but there was nothing, singing and singing, suddenly "boom", as if the strings were broken, the sound stopped abruptly, and there was a dead silence all around.

"Miss Tang?" My brother called out tentatively again, "Are you in the house?" ”

Still no one responded, he held up his phone and was about to push open the door of the room next to him, at this moment, a man's sobbing voice came from out of nowhere in the darkness: "Why... Why are you treating me like this... My singing... Doesn't it sound good..."

The voice was crying, sounding very muffled.

My brother couldn't stand it anymore, and suddenly shouted in the dark: "Wen Lele, isn't it you?!" There is a kind of out! ”

A voice shouted, and there was instant silence around them.

But just two seconds later, a strange voice came out: "I'm going to write a song for you... You'll love it..."

As he spoke, he suddenly sang in a twisted tune: "Mom and Dad love each other very much... Loving our family.... Suddenly one day he was sick... Crawl out of the grave .... Daddy ate mom.... He said his mother didn't love him... Mom is crazy and can't remember... She was the one who dug up the grave..."

"Daddy, Daddy said I was good.... You want me to eat her together... My brother listened to his father.... My brother cried like a doll...."

The more I listened, the more I felt that something was wrong, and when I looked at my brother, he turned pale when he heard the singing, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Brother... This lyric is singing... The two of us? ”