I heard the screams, and hurriedly limped out, and came to the living room to look, by the moonlight, in the dim room, a man covered in flesh and blood, holding a broken guitar in his arms.

It stood in front of Miss Tang and Rong Rong, the two of them collapsed on the sofa, their palms down and were penetrated and wrapped around the table legs by two strings, drenched in blood.

When Miss Tang saw me come out, her whole expression was painful, and she cried out: "Master, help me!" Master! ”

Wang Qiang stood next to him silently, and even a little ready to watch.

When I saw him like this, I almost jumped up in anger, grabbed him and yelled, "Are you still here to help?!" ”

"What's the hurry, you can't die for a while, let her taste the lesson first."

"Lessons? What do you mean? ”

Wang Qiang glanced at me with disdain, and said helplessly: "Are you really stupid or fake stupid, you have been dealing with these things for so long, why do you still not know anything?" ”

"Didn't you notice that it had a clear purpose?"

He reminded me, I looked at Wen Lele when I heard the words, and then looked at Miss Tang and Tang Song on the sofa, thinking in my mind, and quickly understood what he meant.

"Do you see that? What kind of ghost would have such a strong purpose? He smiled mysteriously and said, "Of course it's a ghost who died unjustly." ”

"Unjustly killed..?" I looked at Wen Lele in shock, and the cursed words just now sounded in my head, which constantly stimulated my nerves, and things gradually became clear.

Wen Lele was depicted into the scroll by the painter as a ghost, and then sent to Miss Tang, and the two happened to have the same song, which is the only connection between the two.

There can't be two identical songs, and two of them have exactly the same song, which means that one person copies the other.

According to the Internet, it was Wen Lele who plagiarized Miss Tang, and then jumped to her death due to the abuse on the Internet.

But the question is, if a person is scolded for plagiarism, will he really commit suicide?

I don't think so, people who are forced to commit suicide are desperate people.

If Wen Lele plagiarized a song, after being scolded, it is nothing more than apologizing for the original author, canceling the song, and then losing money and going to the law, and then it is okay to create it yourself.

Why do you commit suicide when you are scolded?

Maybe it was because he was cornered that he committed suicide.

I slowly went through the matter in my mind, and at this time, with a smile on Wen Lele's bloody face, he gently played the worn-out guitar in his arms, and suddenly the strings that pierced Miss Tang's palm began to move, like insects, drilling back and forth at the wound, stabbing around.

Soon, her entire palm was pierced with strings, and it was covered in blood.

"Ah!!h Miss Tang let out a heart-rending cry and passed out on the spot.

It didn't matter if she fainted, Rong Rong next to her was also frightened, and when her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and she also passed out.

The two of them were dizzy, and I was afraid it would be too late to do it if I didn't do it again, so I hurriedly urged Wang Qiang.

He took a step forward with a calm expression, and waved his hand while playing the guitar with Wen Lele, and suddenly the temperature in the air dropped rapidly, and the cup on the table cracked with a "pop", and the whole room was covered with a layer of frost.

I shivered with cold shivers in my jacket, and hurriedly took two steps back so as not to hurt myself.

As Wang Qiang stretched out his hand, the guitar in Wen Lele's arms suddenly "snapped" and shattered into sawdust, like broken glass, spilled all over the ground.

It looked at Wang Qiang, and his tone was extremely painful: "Why... What the hell am I doing wrong..."

"You're right, in this world, it's them, not us, who are wrong." Wang Qiang's tone was calm.

Wen Lele walked over step by step, holding a picture scroll in his hand at some point.

I was stunned when I saw the scroll, and hurriedly reminded Wang Qiang: "Be careful, that scroll can seal people and things in it." ”

"It seems that the artist is quite partial to it." Wang Qiang frowned: "This kind of ability is not something that an ordinary ghost can have, it must have been given to it by the painter." ”

Wen Lele walked over and unfolded the scroll in his hand, there was a blank space on it, there was nothing, and it was thrown towards Wang Qiang.

Soon, the portrait was like a kite, and it floated up on its own, heading straight in the direction of Wang Qiang.

"You want to seal me in the painting, isn't this piece of paper too small?" Wang Qiang saw the painting floating, his palm suddenly pushed, and a large amount of black water suddenly emerged from both sides of his side, churning and rushing towards the painting scroll.

The black water rose into the air, crashed into the painting, and suddenly, as if under a strange gravitational pull, not only did it not rush away, but it was all sucked into the painting.

"Huh?" When Wang Qiang saw this scene, his brows furrowed: "It's a little interesting." ”

After absorbing the black water, the picture scroll did not give up, and came straight again.

Wang Qiang's face did not change, his hands were in the air, and the black water beside him gradually solidified like frozen ice, and soon formed something similar to a weapon floating in the air.

"Try this." Wang Qiang waved his hand, and the huge weapon-like ice pick swung away and smashed into the scroll.

Wen Lele on the other side controlled the picture scroll, and when he saw the icicle coming, he didn't seem to plan to resist hard this time, but his head was gently to the side, and the picture scroll seemed to be sensitive, and it also followed sideways and dodged the attack.

The ice pick fell and smashed on the table, and with a "bang" sound, the entire stone table broke in half.

Wang Qiang's palm waved left and right, and the huge ice pick was like a knife, slashing around, but Wen Lele never docked head-on, just blindly dodging.

Wherever the ice pick passed, it was shattered and crushed, and the ice was like a huge knife in the middle of the room slashing around, and the walls, furniture, were all in tatters.

"A little bit more capable than I thought." Wang Qiang's right hand slashed for a long time without hitting, and his left hand pointed to the ground, and with a "whoosh", the black water under his feet gushed out, condensed into ice, and formed a second weapon.

He waved his hands at the same time, and two huge weapons slashed in the air at the same time, and the whole room made a "bang" sound, lime flew on the walls, and broken furniture smashed like raindrops.

I was so frightened that I hid backwards with my head in my hands, and the scene before me was chaotic.

The large color television that flew up smashed down my back and shattered, startling me into a cold sweat.

"Wang Qiang! Wang Qiang! I climbed under the bench in a panic and hid with my head, not even daring to move, the scene was chaotic, and I was so anxious that I shouted: "Wang Qiang!" Can you move quietly, I'm the..."

Before I finished speaking, the chandelier above my head fell again, and smashed open in front of me with a "pop", and the glass shattered all over the ground, splashing the whole body.

Wang Qiang didn't pay attention to me at all, waving his hands to himself, and two ice picks like big knives were chopping indiscriminately, like an accelerating excavator.

Wen Lele began to be a little unable to support it, no matter how fast the picture scroll flew, but the two ice picks were so large that he couldn't dodge them at all, and under Wang Qiang's crazy attack, he could only let the picture scroll fly back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Qiang retracted his left hand, and the ice pick quickly turned into black water in mid-air, hitting Wen Lele's body with a "bang" like a snake.

It flew out diagonally and smashed against the wall, blood exploding behind it and splattering it all over the wall.

The scroll quickly fell to the ground and was silent.

Before Wang Qiang could react, he waved his right hand, and the icicle flew out, tied its body tightly, and was directly nailed to the wall.

"Why... Why..."It struggled mechanically, trying to pull the black icicle out with its hands, but the strength of its body gradually became weaker and weaker, the whole body kept bleeding, and its mouth let out a painful moan: "What did I do wrong... Why..."

As it becomes quieter and quieter, until it fades away.

Wang Qiang walked up to him, looked at it calmly, and didn't say a word.

In just a second, it turned into a puff of black smoke, floating in midair, and quickly dissipated completely.

The scroll on the ground also turned into a pile of dust, which was blown by the wind on the balcony and disappeared without a trace.

"Poor man." Wang Qiang let out a sigh, and I climbed out of my chair and fell silent as I looked at the silent night sky outside the window.

It wasn't until the next day that Miss Tang woke up from the hospital.

I sat next to her, waited for her to wake up, and told her that the matter was settled.