Shen Qianhua returned to the laboratory with the plum bottle, and the two women were sitting on the chairs silently, looking at Chen Yuanyuan's eyes faintly blood-red, and couldn't help but shudder......

"That...... It's already done, or ...... Try? ”

Yun Ling took the plum bottle and whispered next to Qianhua's ear:

"But don't mess with her...... It's about to explode ......"

The latter nodded violently like a chick pecking rice......

Yun Ling put the container on the square platform, and there was no obvious change in the different field, it was very stable, and then he raised his head and said cautiously:

"That...... Yuanyuan...... Can you come in and try it? ”

Chen Yuanyuan didn't speak, nodded silently, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a cloud of smoke and got into the bottle, and it took a while to come out.

"The yin qi is very heavy, I can go out with this, but I can't go too far from this bottle."

Yun Ling nodded, and said solemnly:

"That's okay, but let's talk about it first, after you go out, everything will listen to me, you won't be allowed to come out if I don't let you out, although you exist objectively, but most people still can't understand it, so as to avoid causing unnecessary panic."

Chen Yuanyuan looked at Yun Ling's black pupils, so she had no choice but to nod her head and try her best to calm down, otherwise it might really bring some serious consequences......

Room 208 on the second floor of the teaching building of the Academy of Arts.

On the podium, Fu An was still gentle and elegant, full of artistic atmosphere all over his body, but his unhurried voice seemed to have a special magic.

Today, Fu An has been staring at a girl in the audience intentionally or unintentionally, the person who hit him with a document that day, at this time the latter was blinking at the blackboard with black jewel-like eyes, Fu An fantasized in his heart at this time that if it was a little girl who appeared in his death art, bright red blood and a fair face, and big eyes like black jewels...... Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth hooked a trace of evil arc, and soon disappeared without a trace.

In order to alleviate Fu Anxin's vigilance, Yun Ling and Shen Qianhua sat separately, Yun Ling sat in the middle of the classroom, straightened his body, and the plum bottle in his pocket vibrated very strongly, Yun Ling lowered his head and said a few words softly before gradually quieting down, and then continued to look at Fu An with big eyes, as if he was listening very seriously, while Shen Qianhua sat in a corner, looking careless.

Shen Qianhua was very angry! Shen Qianhua was very angry!

Yun Ling didn't care about it in this way, but just now, the evil smile on the corner of Fu An's mouth, it didn't matter if others didn't notice it, but they couldn't escape Shen Qianhua's eyes, and they actually looked at Yun Ling with this kind of eyes......

Shen Qianhua was shocked by his thoughts...... Depend on! Didn't I like her......

It's normal, huh...... After all, Yun Ling is also so beautiful...... Phew......

Qianhua shook his head, driving out his strange emotions, and it was important to get down to business first......

Finally waited for the end of class, Yun Ling ran out with Fu An, and Qianhua also observed from a distance.

"Teacher Fu!"

Fu An stopped, smiled and looked at Yun Ling running behind him,

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

Yun Ling ran to Fu An's side with a flick of his horsetail, raised his head and smiled sweetly,

"Teacher Fu, I like your class very much, and I have also read some of your works, especially this ......"

Saying that, Yun Ling took out the washed out photo from his arms, the death artwork that made Fu An famous five years ago!

Fu An's eyes condensed slightly, then returned to normal, and Yun Ling continued:

"I think this work of yours, both in terms of artistic conception and painting workmanship, is perfect, especially the contrast of colors, but I think this will be more effective......"

Then Yun Ling said what Chen Yuanyuan had told her before and some unique insights.

Fu An was surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect the girl in front of him to know so much about his art of death, and to have such a proper evaluation, and his eyes began to gradually become hot again......

"You have a very unique opinion on this, I just happened to be working on a new work these days, can I take the liberty of inviting you to complete it together?"

Yun Ling lowered her head and smiled like a little girl,

"Mr. Fu, it's my honor to have the honor to see your works~"

Fu An didn't refuse, and took Yun Ling downstairs.

"Let's go to my studio and have a look, I think your idea is very new, you can talk about it."

Fu An still invited Yun Ling politely, and the latter now agreed again and again like a happy little girl,

"Yes, yes!"

Fu An drove away from the school with Yun Ling, not noticing at all that a car was following him not far behind him.

Shen Qianhua drove such a luxurious car for the first time, and he was cautious, for fear of scraping Yun Ling, but he didn't expect that Yun Ling, who was either reading by the lake all day long, or was immersed in experiments, still had such a good car, okay...... I don't understand the willfulness of the rich second generation......

Do you think rich people are happy? You can't imagine their joy at all......

Shen Qianhua, who already knew where Fu An's studio was, did not continue to follow, but changed the road, rushed to the vicinity of Fu An's villa in advance, parked the car, and then ran to a camera blind spot and secretly observed.

Sure enough, as soon as Shen Qianhua arrived, Fu An's car came back and stopped at the gate, Fu An got out of the car first, helped Yun Ling open the car door, and made a gentleman's posture, Yun Ling also pretended to be shyly and got out of the car, and then Fu An made another gesture of please, Yun Ling happily stepped on the path paved with bluestone slabs, and Fu An behind him turned his head to look around, and then followed.

To be honest, Shen Qianhua was a little anxious in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only enter "110" on his mobile phone to call the police as soon as he sent a signal, and now he could only wait quietly for Yun Ling's news......

Yun Ling followed Fu An into the villa, the furnishings inside show a romantic and solemn temperament, the high entrance hall and the magnificent door, the round arch window and the corner of the stonework, fresh and unconventional, the white stucco wall combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and cloisters, the living room with high windows, the porch, the foyer stretch to the north and south, the living room, bedroom, etc. are set up with low windows and hexagonal viewing bay windows......

Yun Ling admired and admired at the same time, Fu An looked at the girl in front of him with an obsessed look, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth became heavier......

"Let's go, I'll take you to see my studio."

After Fu An finished speaking, he turned around and walked upstairs, and the moment he turned around, his face no longer had the gentle look he had before, but the whole person exuded a fanatical and gloomy feeling.

Yun Ling naturally didn't see this change, and still followed Fu An upstairs with a smile.

Fu An pushed open a room and smiled and motioned for Yun Ling to enter,

"This is my studio, and almost all of my work is done here."

Yun Ling pretended to be curious, walked in and opened his eyes wide, looking around, and let out an exclamatory voice from time to time:

"Wow! Teacher, you have a lot of works! ”

Fu An smiled and did not speak.

Yun Ling turned around again before asking suspiciously:

"By the way, teacher, why don't you have those death artworks?"

Fu An's eyes narrowed slightly when he listened, and then returned to normal, still smiling,

"Why are you so interested in the art of death?"

Yun Ling blinked his big watery eyes,

"Curious~ That's the teacher's famous work!"

"Then come with me!"

Yun Ling followed Fu An to the innermost part of the villa again, in front of an inconspicuous door, unlike those rooms just now, at first glance it is a precious wood product, the material of this door looks like an iron door, but it doesn't seem to be like metal, and the level of the lock looks very high, double-sided and single-slot, it should be a super B-level door lock.

Fu An took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock hole, and slowly turned it......

"Click"

The door was very heavy, and when Fu An opened the door, there was a creaking sound, Yun Ling was very curious, and poked his head out to see what was inside...... But suddenly I found out......

This......

And one more door!

Yun Ling's brows furrowed, and he was still a little nervous in his heart, a studio was so mysterious...... I touched the plum bottle in my pocket, and my heart was hairy......

"Mr. Fu's studio is very safe! Ha ha! ”

Yun Ling deliberately joked, but found that Fu An didn't pay attention to her at all, but instead inserted a key into the keyhole of the second door, and the gentle smile on his face disappeared, on the contrary, he still had a somewhat eerie feeling......

"Squeak!"

With a screech, the last door opened.

Fu An looked down at Yun Ling, a smile appeared on his stiff face,

"This is it, let's go in and have a look!"

Yun Ling thought that he was here, and he couldn't retreat, so he gritted his teeth and walked in......

The light in the room is very dim, there is only a small window, and most of it is blocked by curtains, and there are many paintings hanging on the wall, but they are all that kind of gray background, bright girls, forming a strange color aberration, and the point is ...... It's all a girl's death!

And the deaths varied, cutting their wrists, hanging, jumping off buildings, dismemberment...... There is a painting in the center, dressed in red, bright red, dark blood, and a distorted body......

It's Chen Yuanyuan!

Filled with all sorts of so-called death art, and with specks on the walls and roofs that couldn't tell whether they were paint or blood, the whole room felt eerie......

Yun Ling looked at so many strange paintings, and suddenly remembered Chen Yuanyuan's death......

Don't......

These paintings......

It's all real?!

Yun Ling was taken aback by his thoughts, and couldn't help but shudder, doesn't that mean that so many girls have died because of this?!!

Suddenly, an unfinished painting came into view......

In the painting, a girl with a ponytail is tied to a chair, a large cut in the wrist of her left hand, blood spreads on the ground, and the girl's big black jewel-like eyes seem to be looking at herself, desperate...... Afraid......

This is......

It's me?!!

Yun Ling's body stiffened suddenly, and cold sweat ran down his neck......

There was a "click" sound from behind......

Door......

It's also locked!