Under the uncomfortable feeling brought by bone china, she hurriedly left the shelf. Continuing to look around, she saw that there were still some scrolls in the corner under her feet, Lu Jia casually picked up a scroll and opened it, and the silhouette of the ancient costume lady on the picture could be seen, it was ...... The woman on the porcelain statue on the ground.

In the lower right corner of the painting there is an extremely small seal "Liang Renxin". Open the other paintings, it's similar, even if the characters are different, but you can be sure that Shen Yun belongs to the same woman.

Mr. Liang ...... now," she shuddered at the thought of the maggot-infested head on the floor at the kitchen door, and quickly shook her head twice, catching a glimpse of a small notepad hanging on the wall above the scroll. Lu Jia opened the notebook and looked at the text outside page by page.

On the cover is a sentence: "I am Liang Renxin, people call me an artist, but in fact, I am just a walking dead with a humble soul." "Turning the inside page, there are some words written intermittently, and these words are very neat. From the crookedness at the beginning to the gradual rounding of the back, the second half of the diary is already vigorous and powerful. It seems to have been recorded at different times.

"I'm an orphan, and when I walk the streets, I smell the smell of cooking wafting from other people's kitchens, and I'm so jealous, and I haven't experienced the kind of thing called [home] for a long time. Sometimes, it is even hoped that those who seem to be cheerful will die of a bad disease. ”

"I met an angel who gave me the most delicious steamed buns in the world when I was hungry."

"What is this?" When Qiqi found that Lu Jia was watching, he also came over to take a look. It may be that the iron gate gives them a sense of security, and several people have begun to ignore the woman who hit the iron door outside.

"She is beautiful, gentle and kind. If in this world, I want everyone to die, and I don't want her to die. ”

"I saw her again today. When she gave me steamed buns, she also drew pictures for me, and I wanted to paint too. I want to go to the art academy she said, and even though I know it's difficult, I want to do it. ”

"I need a teacher to paint, and I want to make money."

"Her relatives worked on the construction site, and she introduced me to dig sand. I dug a twenty-meter bunker a day and earned twenty dollars. I bought her a nice hairpin, and I'll be able to pay for it soon. ”

"She didn't accept my hairpin, told me not to buy indiscriminately, and told me to learn to take care of myself. In the years since my parents died in junior high school, no one has cared about me anymore. She's really nice. ”

"She didn't come today, and I'd love to see her."

"She didn't come, and I was a little flustered."

"I think I'm in love."

"She told me that she couldn't paint anymore, that her mother had died, and that her father's stepmother was not good for her."

"I wanted to tell her that the money I made from digging sand could be used for her to paint, but she didn't agree."

"She agreed to be my girlfriend, and God knows how happy I am!! I will always take care of her. Always. ”

"She became a prostitute, shoved the money she earned into my hands, and asked me to pay for the tuition of the art academy."

"The first time I hit her, I couldn't stand those different men riding on her belly every day...... She cried. I'm not human. ”

"After three years of study, I was finally admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, and she socialized more and more, and came back less and less, but I still love her."

"After graduating, I don't need her to be a prostitute anymore, I can take care of her. However, she has become accustomed to that circle. I know that she has low self-esteem and feels unworthy of me. I...... I'm going crazy, but I still love her. ”

"I haven't written a diary for a long time, another woman appeared in my life, this woman is young, beautiful and has a background, she admires my talent and says that she can make me famous, but the wife in my heart is getting farther and farther away from me."

"I am not a person who likes the new and hates the old, I don't want to leave my wife, although she doesn't want to marry me, but she is still my wife......"

"She found out about my relationship with the woman and insisted on leaving me. I killed her, I'm a brute. But only then will she not leave me. I couldn't stop missing her, so I cut off her flesh piece by piece, grinded it with a mill, made bone china from her bones, and made pottery out of her flesh. No one knew how beautiful the sound of Tao Xun blowing out, it was she humming softly. Every piece of porcelain, every human figure, is made of her flesh and bones. Every portrait is her, she will always be so beautiful, how much I love her. She will never leave me again, and there will be no more men for her to endure insults......"

"Guanghan Mei, she is like a plum blossom in winter, strong and alive. Although others think she is dirty, in my eyes, she is as beautiful as the fairy in the Moon Palace, as clean as the plum blossoms in winter. ”

"Someone wants to buy my porcelain, how can I be willing to sell her?"

"He paid a high price, but I didn't agree. I don't know how he could tell that I was using human bones as porcelain, and he told me that if I called the police, I would be sentenced to death and all the porcelain here would be destroyed. Human bone china is not allowed to exist in this society under the rule of law. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want her to be ruined. ”

He said there was a way to keep my wife's soul alive. He gave me a porcelain statue of a rakshasa and as long as I worship the rakshasa my wife will always be with me. I believed him and agreed to make a deal with him. The man took a Tao Xun and Guang Hanmei. I saw her waving at me, her face the same as before, full of reluctance. I hung her head on the door so I could look at her face every day. ”

The three of them read this, glanced at each other, and at the same time looked up at the top of the iron door, and sure enough, there was a dried head hanging there...... The hair hung straight down. The three of them picked up so much, and no one dared to scream, and no one dared to make a sound when they were trembling, as if they were afraid of waking up the head. They all withdrew their eyes, leaning closer to each other's middle.

"Today, when that woman came here to look for me, she found my secret room, and she was going to destroy the porcelain, saying that I had deceived her. Have I ever loved her, talked and cheated? ”

"Today we had another quarrel and I'm fed up...... I really want to die. ”

"Despair."

The diary is gone, and the last date recorded in the diary is exactly half a month ago.

The three of them saw this, you look at me, I look at you, Zhou Mo was the first to speak: "According to the record in this diary, Liang Renxin killed his first girlfriend and made these porcelain, little master, the woman we are looking at should be her." The woman outside the house is likely to be the other woman Liang Renxin said. ”

"Well, it's very likely that this is the case, but what about Liang Renxin? The madwoman outside says he's dead. Could it be the ...... in the kitchen" Qiqi said this, and another wave of nausea surged up in her chest, but her stomach had already been empty, and she retched a few times and didn't vomit anything.