"Does the face you see look like this?" Jiang Li squatted down and asked softly: "There is an eye here, the mouth can be split to this side, two eyes are so big, there are two more here... Jiang Li gestured on his face, and Jiang Qiao looked a little funny on the side.

"Uh-huh, that's it, ugly. It's still good looking when my sister was original. The little brother nodded, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Auntie, is my sister really dead and won't come back?" ”

Jiang Qiao glanced at Mother Li, who turned her head and wiped her tears, at such a young age, he might not be able to understand what death meant. She didn't look over, she didn't know how to answer, Jiang Li opened her mouth lightly: "Your sister will definitely come back, I promise." ”

"Really. That's great. Mom, don't cry, my sister will be back. The little brother listened to Jiang Li's words, jumped into Li's mother's arms, and intimately wiped her tears.

"Did you just describe to your brother the mask you saw?" As soon as he left Li Fang's house, Jiang Qiao couldn't help but speak.

Jiang Li frowned and nodded, he lowered his head and thought, Jiang Qiao saw that he was so focused, and he didn't dare to disturb him, so he had to accompany him to stand under the street lamp in the community. After fifteen minutes like this, Jiang Li finally raised his head with a sudden expression on his face: "What are we doing here?" ”

Jiang Qiao almost didn't come up and carried it in one breath, and shouted: "Aren't you waiting for you to think about things, how about it, what did you come up with?" ”

"No, I can't think of it, I'm hungry... Jiang Li shook his head, and unsurprisingly saw Jiang Qiao babbling and about to jump, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he took the lead in walking out.

"Daxin, what did you find?" Jiang Qiao looked at Mao Daxin, who was tired and almost out of appetite across the table, and couldn't bear to make any more proposals.

"Because it's been so long, many clues have been broken. However, we visited Zheng Xue's relatives and friends, and it turned out that we had been ignoring Zheng Xue before. . . Mao Daxin poured the whole bottle of Coke in one breath before speaking.

"She also had plastic surgery?" Jiang Qiao said urgently.

"Facelift? No, I don't. You mean... Li Fang has had plastic surgery? Do high school students also have plastic surgery? No, didn't you say she was good-looking? Mao Daxin asked Jiang Qiao in surprise.

"I'll talk about it later, you say it first." Jiang Qiao waved his hand.

Mao Daxin nodded and continued: "Well, when Zheng Xue disappeared at that time, we suspected that his husband committed the crime, but later found out that the time was not right, and her husband seemed to be very concerned about Zheng Xue's disappearance. But this time, I learned from Zheng Xue's mother that about three months before Zheng Xue's disappearance, their relationship was still very bad, to the point of almost divorce. ”

"Getting divorced? That... Did Zheng Xue do something to make her husband change his mind? Jiang Qiao was a little curious, how Zheng Xue managed to make her husband change his mind.

"I asked her husband, and he said that one day Zheng Xue suddenly changed, and it became very much in line with his heart... Well, it's like a different person all of a sudden. Mao Da tilted his head and racked his brains to think about the words: "Her husband said that once Zheng Xue accidentally discovered that he had an affair with a female colleague, and Zheng Xue would have been so angry that he would fight with him and even divorce before, but Zheng Xue didn't react that time... It's not unresponsive ... ”

Mao Daxin paused when he said this, and said with an incredible expression: "He said that Zheng Xue actually knelt down to him that time and admitted his mistake and said that it was because he was not good enough and did not fulfill his duty as a wife, so he had today's situation." ”

"You said Zheng Xue kneeling? And said something like that? Jiang Qiao shouted loudly in surprise, and the people at the next table kept looking at them. She looked at Mao Daxin and nodded affirmatively, and said suspiciously: "Impossible, I see that Zheng Xue's information shows that she is a master in the United States?" She... Would you do such a thing? How can I not believe it so much! ”

"I didn't believe it at first, but then I asked her friends, and they also said that Zheng Xue suddenly changed a lot, it turned out that she always focused on her career, so she suddenly resigned, and said that she would take care of her husband wholeheartedly, and she rarely even attended friends gatherings." Mao Daxin shrugged helplessly, which also refreshed Mao Daxin's worldview.

"The deaths of both of them are accidents, they are uncontrollable, there is no connection between them, the only similarity now is that they have had a huge change in their lives, Zheng Xue is character, Li Fang is face... Yes... Sick of it... Jiang Qiao wrote the key points on the paper, and the more he wrote, the more chaotic his thoughts became, and he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Well, it's done." Jiang Li, who had been silent and buried in hard writing, finally finished it, and couldn't suppress the smugness on his face: "Give, it's this mask." ”

Mao Daxin took it excitedly, almost laughing out of a pig's voice, Jiang Qiao leaned his head over to take a look, and he was also very happy, but he didn't expect that Jiang Li's drawing skills were even worse in addition to his eyes that were not conducive to reading and writing.

"Hahaha, Jiang Li, I didn't say you, elementary school students are better than you in drawing, you this, oh my God, hahaha." Mao Daxin laughed heartily, and seeing that Jiang Li's face gradually became gloomy, he hurriedly restrained his smile: "Okay, you come, I'll paint." ”

"Are you sure that's the case?" Mao Daxin finished the last stroke, looked at the mask under his pen, and couldn't help frowning: "I... I think I've seen it somewhere. ”

"I'll see." Jiang Qiao couldn't wait to pull over the drawing paper, and I had to say that compared to Jiang Li's elementary school students, Mao Daxin's painting skills could be comparable to those of art academy students: a fierce and weird mask image jumped on the paper.

There were two horns on the top of the head, two pointed ears standing up behind the head, like a snake splitting into the large mouth next to the ear, making the whole face look like laughing maniacally, except for two bronze bell-sized eyes embedded in the unusually protruding cheekbones, there was also a half-squinted eye on the forehead, and the most uncomfortable thing was that the shape of the whole face was twisted and hideous.

'One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, one thought of becoming a Buddha, one thought of becoming a demon. The mask's big mouth, one by one, and the low, hoarse voice was harsh, but there was a kind of magical power that made people want to immerse themselves in his voice.

"Little Joe, Little Joe? Don't look at it. ”

Mao Daxin's voice seemed to come from a long distance, and his eyes suddenly went blank, Jiang Qiao raised his head blankly: "You called me?" Where am I? I heard someone talking. ”

"Are you alright?" Mao Daxin frowned and probed Jiang Qiao's forehead: "Why did you stay stunned all of a sudden?" Don't... What does it have to do with this painting? Mao Daxin looked at his own paintings, strange, if it was related to paintings, why were he fine?

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