I took away my distracting thoughts and wanted to re-concentrate my thoughts to think about the document case, and found that there were really few clues floating on the surface. In the fog, his eyes were closed, and there was light and shadow floating in the darkness.

On the edge of the cliff, the black Audi, was empty. The tree was on the other side of the car, and as she walked around the back of the car, I saw a woman sitting on the edge of the cliff under the tree, her body twitching, and she ...... Lost his left arm. I can't see her face, but I already know who she is. There were no other people around, and I subconsciously looked at the tree, but as if my eyes were blinking, the darkness was only gone for a moment, and then I saw the woman sitting in the car, and I couldn't see her face clearly, and it was clear from the ups and downs of her chest that she was not dead.

It felt as if something was wrong, just this flash of thought, I suddenly woke up from the fog, there was indeed something wrong.

No blood!

The origin of the image has been broken down for me: the perception of the scene and the small amount of evidence at present, plus his previous inference, have formed a visual space in my mind. Because I hadn't seen Tong Ziqi herself, and the female corpse was charred black, her face was blurred in my perspective. When she sat on the edge of the cliff, it should have been after the man had fallen, and his body was twitching with his back to him, was it because of pain or crying? Later, the image was interrupted because I had a distraction, and I couldn't see how she got to the car.

I feel that there is something strange in this place, because the previous two images were also stuck in the key places. I think it's supposed to be like this, otherwise I'll be able to retrace the case just by image reflection.

The body was tired, but the brain layer could not settle down uncontrollably, and after tossing and turning all night, I still got up. When I came to the living room, I set up my easel in silence and spread white paper with a paintbrush.

That night, Gao Cheng proposed the idea of "painting shadows", which really hit my heart. When I knew that I might be able to draw the images that came to me on paper, something in my heart couldn't help but come up.

As soon as he closed his eyes and calmed his thoughts, his hands began to move. The only sound of my brush rustling on the paper was the melody closest to my heart's frequency, and then I simply closed my eyes and let the images in my head play back and forth, while the brush in my hand did not stop.

Blind drawing. It's always been the realm I've been longing for.

But before, when I closed my eyes, I felt like I was in a lonely world, where the brush in my hand could not be integrated with the pattern in my head. And now it is as smooth as another pair of eyes watching their hands move, tactfully curved. Not only that, but even the emotions are suppressed and frustrated together, breathing slowly and quickly, and the rhythm and frequency are all at the same time.

When I finally put the pen down, my eyes were open, my forehead was oozing with sweat, but my breathing was smooth and shallow.

In front of me is a scene of a one-armed woman sitting on a cliff with her back, her eyes carefully reading every inch, the order from each stroke after I started the pen, my mind is shooting my hand on the paper like a flowing water, until the pen is over, I curled the corners of my lips and smiled.

Finally, for the first time, I completed a blind drawing, and I turned the image into a pattern out of thin air.

"Something is missing." A familiar low voice suddenly came from behind me, and I looked back in a daze, and saw Gao Cheng staring at me standing very close to me, even sticking to my back, and his eyes fell on the drawing paper in front of me. Ignoring the distance that was too close, he asked, "What's missing?" ”

"It's perspective."

"It?" I don't understand.

Gao Cheng stretched out his hand on the drawing paper, and his five fingers covered the woman's back, "If you cover her, what do you see?" ”

"Cars, trees, cliffside ......" are gone. He removed his hand again and asked, "What do you see now?" I said, "The back of a wounded woman." He snorted softly: "You are looking at it from your point of view, with a subjective color." To figure out the artistic conception from an objective, other person's perspective, as if there is no such person, what you see in your eyes is: shade above, deep edge below, surrounded by bushes, when the sun falls, this is an excellent and hidden place. At this time, there will be evil thoughts that Yan can't hide in the perspective. And when the woman's back appears, things develop according to its plan, and at this time, the perspective will be: compassionate conceit, forbearance and restraint arrogance. At the end, he added: "Forget it, your head can't turn around, and it's embarrassing for you." ”

Why can't I turn my head? There was someone who listened to him very carefully and thought about it, and I could roughly understand what he meant. Painting is different from text, words need to be read carefully to understand, but painting is to give people an intuitive visual feeling, when you see a painting, the meaning of the painting comes out. He pointed out that in my paintings, there is no human emotion, and it can only be regarded as a flat pattern, without a three-dimensional effect.

Slightly surprised, he asked, "Do you also know how to draw?" ”

He reacted by sitting down beside me, taking the brush from my hand, and starting to scribble on the paper. I wanted to stop it, but after he commented on the painting, I didn't feel satisfied, so I let him go. The way he held the pen was not professional, he scribbled on the blank space, and after a few moments, he threw the brush to me, "That's it." ”

I couldn't help but complain: "You don't know how to paint at all, and you ruin the whole painting style." ”

"The truth that highlights the key points only after breaking it into parts, don't say you don't understand."

Re-examining the painting, he shadowed the few remaining blank spaces, including the woman's back, which was blurred by the brushstrokes, making that back looming. Wait a minute, looming! I looked away, and found that the perspective that Gao Cheng had just said appeared, and if I ignored the back, the dark shadow above left two gaps in white light, as if a pair of eyes were peeping at this place, with wanton and hidden malice; Then the back is included in the eye, hidden under the faint solid line, and the figure of the broken left arm itself becomes fragmented under those "eyes", adding a bit of remnants and ...... A dark and cheerful obsession.

I closed my eyes gently, trying to replace the emotions in the "eyes" of others, but those residual thoughts could not get up. At this time, a whispering voice came from his ears: "Under the dark sky, the shadows of the treetops float, the air smells of death, there is no smell of blood, pure as a newborn baby, beautiful, this picture is really beautiful." I must have been a genius to create such a beautiful picture, but it's a pity that this world is lonely and no one can walk in. You are just a speck of dust under my feet, let me trample, insult, manipulate, and manipulate all living beings, who can find me? ”

As the voice softly touched my eardrum, my whole mind seemed to enter that space, and if I saw that picture with my eyes, all emotions spontaneously arise, conceited, arrogant, empty-eyed, it was me.

When the sound stopped, the breath in his ears was still there, hitting the skin one by one, penetrating into the pores, and the blood spurted, giving birth to a kind of madness that wanted to completely shatter the afterimage in front of him. What is None? What is the use of the remaining shells? Burning is the right way, let the sin sink into hell, let the hatred disappear, let the ......

Let's what? I opened my eyes suddenly, a pair of dark eyes like a ghost mirror were close at hand, and when I saw it, it was like falling into a boundless cliff, my consciousness was sinking, and I murmured: "Chu Gaocheng ......"

The sudden heat on the lips touched softly, and the spell was removed.

I stared blankly at the face that was close and magnified, dark eyes close enough to see my own reflection, none of this mattered, what mattered was the gentle touch of my lips, the lingering breath that did not belong to me. Suddenly, his lips ached, and he stepped away a little, but his long, narrow eyes were fixed on my face.

I asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Let's do the test." He replied lightly.

I asked again, "What test?" ”

He paused for a moment, and then spoke with a faint expression: "How did you feel just now?" ”

His brain was dull, thinking that he changed the topic to ask how he felt when he closed his eyes just now, so he turned his head and replied honestly: "I don't understand what happened just now, it seems to have entered an illusory space, and my emotions and thoughts have become not like me, but ...... Those 'eyes'. There are even some unusually crazy thoughts. ”

Gao Cheng lowered his eyes, his emotions under his eyelashes. I wanted to rinch his chin and look him in the face and ask why? Is there some kind of magic in his voice? After waiting for a while, he finally raised his eyes and whispered two words: "Heart Demon." ”

"What?" I asked, stunned.

"Everyone has demons, good and evil coexist at the same time, and there is a violent factor hidden in the human body. It's just that most people can restrain evil thoughts and let good override evil, which is considered to be a normal mental form. On the contrary, some criminals, their evil thoughts go beyond good, and evil will spread after breeding, greed, desires, these are more and more inflated, the more unsatisfying, so there will be serial robberies, serial murderers, this is called mental form abnormality. What I say is only to help introduce your emotions into the state, and I can't affect your demons to come out, but these are only temporary forms, so you don't need to pay too much attention to them. ”

I asked blankly, "Are you saying that those evil thoughts really came from me, not from that person?" How so? Even if I have evil demons, I shouldn't be like that. ”

Gao Cheng smiled lowly, the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, "What do you think is good?" And what is evil? Do they have a specific form? It's just a human mind, and since it's a mind, it's indistinguishable, and what it will do, you will do too. ”

I was terrified by what he said, afraid of the person I had just said, "What if," I pursed my lower lip, my throat dry, "One day if I can't suppress evil, will I become such a serial murderer?" ”

"You?" Gao Cheng sneered unceremoniously, "Save it, my brain capacity is not enough, my IQ is low, and I can be caught before I even leave the house, it's too unchallenging." ”<