Entering the gate of the villa, Jiang Twelve saw everything inside. And there is no dazzling feeling of the glamorous entrance decoration of those wealthy families. The whole house looks a little empty at the eye, the first floor hall is two stories high, and a silver crystal chandelier five or six meters high hangs over the ceiling. There is no sofa under the chandelier, but a set of Chinese-style wooden tables and chairs, with some Gongbi landscape paintings on the surrounding walls, but some... Nondescript!

Yes, it's nondescript! This is the word that Jiang Twelve can think of. Because on the side near the window, although the floor-to-ceiling windows occupy the entire outer wall, the whole body of the inky black curtains makes people look so uncomfortable, and on the curtain, the careful Jiang Twelve can still see some blood-red pattern traces... That's not the color of the curtains....

"Little brother, come up?" Standing next to the escalator above the second floor, Qu Ting had already changed into clothes and looked at Jiang Twelve.

"Hmm~~~Good~" Hurriedly plugging his nostrils, Jiang Twelve looked away and looked at the steps on the ground and walked up step by step. It's not that there's something in the air. It was Qu Ting's light gauze pajamas that made Jiang Twelve's blood gush out uncontrollably! Adult women are rushing in, and even Megumi Yanagishita has to burn her ass! What's more, it's the young Jiang Twelve!

"I've packed the things in the house, you can help me take them downstairs." Seeing Jiang Tshi's embarrassed appearance, the smug look in Qu Ting's eyes flashed. I turned around and went to the bedroom on the second floor.

As soon as he went upstairs, Jiang Twelve did not pay attention to the graceful back of the seductive figure who was cleaning up things, but a hanging painting next to him attracted Jiang Twelve's attention.

This painting is just outside the bedroom, on the wall opposite the staircase.

This is an oil painting, and there are only two shades of red and yellow. The shading is also very inadequate, and it is obvious that it is a novice's work. It's just that the above content made Jiang Twelve look at it a little carefully.

In the painting, yellow is the bottom surface, and red is the pattern. The shape of the pattern is very messy. The left is horizontal, the right is turned, there are no rules to say, and the red on it obviously has several different shades.

There is only one reason why this painting is done occasionally, even every day....

Stepping forward, Jiang Twelve looked at these red patterns carefully, held the photo frame with his left hand, raised his right hand and gently wiped it with his right index finger on the oil painting, and reached his nose to smell it and there was no peculiar smell.

Looking at the faint red on his fingers, Jiang Twelve slowly lowered his head and put it on the tip of his tongue to taste it.

"! Blood! ”

Although it was only a pale red, it was humidified by saliva, and a thick stream of blood exploded all over the tongue! This is tasteless, but dried and condensed! Each of these is probably the result of countless times of blood!!

At this moment, a low murmur suddenly sounded in Jiang Twelve's ears.

"Brother ~ Sister's blood ~ Is it delicious ~"

Qu Ting didn't know when she had quietly stood on Jiang Twelve's side, although her body had not touched, but the whole person looked at it at a strange angle, and it was tightly attached to Jiang Twelve, who was bending down to look at it!!

"Uh... It's so fragrant. Turning his head in an instant, Jiang Twelve saw Qu Ting's smile. It's just that there is an indescribable danger in that smile.

“... Cut, boring. I didn't want Jiang Twelve to say such a thing, his eyes were white, and when he came to the kitchen on the second floor, Qu Ting took out a box of ladies cigarettes from inside as soon as he opened the kitchen door.

Turned on the gas hood and lit the cigarette, Qu Ting casually turned on the exhaust and spit at the range hood.

It's just that the next moment when she opened the cupboard, Qu Ting reached out and was about to put back the box of women's cigarettes, when she suddenly remembered something. After snorting coldly at the corner of his mouth, he casually threw the cigarette on the board.

This scene is in full view of Jiang Twelve. Just watched it all happen without asking a word.

"Huh~~~ Little brother, are you, have you found something?" Spit out the cigarette in her mouth, Qu Ting's buttocks leaned against the edge of the stove, her legs crossed, tilted her head and glanced at Jiang Twelve with interest.

Looking at Qu Ting's posture, Jiang Twelve lowered his head and hesitated for a long time before he put the handrail of the stairs and walked over and stood in front of Qu Ting.

"I found a problem. What happened to you since you married your husband... You didn't say a word. Staring at Qu Ting's eyes, Jiang Twelve said slowly.

"What is there to say about a housewife?"

"Housewives will have a lot of free time if they don't care about the house."

"What's wrong with that? He looks for women, so I can't find men? There are no outsiders here, Qu Ting said her true thoughts without hesitation, then took a puff of cigarette and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window on the side.

"You're quite right. It's just that... Why did you kill him? What Jiang Twelve said was by no means speculation. The hatred hidden in the liquor shop before, the indifference on the way back. The blood of oil paintings at home... It should be this Qu Ting's masterpiece.

How could a woman with such a perverted heart let her husband die a natural death...

As soon as Jiang Twelve's words were finished, Qu Ting's eyes immediately glanced at Jiang Twelve, only to see that he was still looking directly at himself, Qu Ting bit her lip, threw away the cigarette in her hand, and extinguished it with her feet.

"What about the evidence?"

"You admit it?"

"So what? If he looks for a vixen, I'll find a goblin. ”

"Oh. Isn't it handsome? ”

"Of course, he can look whatever I want."

"But he doesn't always come during the day, does he?"

"How do you know?" I don't know why Jiang Twelve asked this, but Qu Ting's face showed a hint of panic.

Qu Ting's performance deepened Jiang Twelve's inner speculation. How can ordinary people hang black curtains? There is only one possibility. It was used to block the sun during the day.

Then if you need to block the sun during the day, it must be a ghost! And it's a weak ghost who is still afraid of the sun! It's common sense!

"No need to ask me how I know, I don't think you're crazy enough to paint with your own blood. These are the goblins... No, it's a ghost's love. Looking at Qu Ting, Jiang Twelve chuckled. It's just that Jiang Twelve himself didn't notice the change in himself.

Although his logic is okay, when did he start to learn to use intuition and details to start making bold speculations?

Jiang Twelve's expression changed, Qu Ting naturally didn't notice it, but when Jiang Twelve said that the goblin was a ghost... Qu Ting... Silence. The mood is also a lot lower.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, until a cold wind suddenly blew in the villa. Qu Ting raised her head at this time. However, his expression was no longer low, and there was a miserable smile on his face!

"He's not a ghost... He's not... He's not a ghost! He's not!!! Seeing that Qu Ting's emotions were gradually excited, her expression gradually became hideous. Beside her, a ghost suddenly appeared!

A middle-aged man in overalls, covered in oil paint, and his face was pale suddenly appeared and hugged Qu Ting tightly in his arms...