Five years ago, there was a murder at Huashen University.

The deceased, a woman, jumped from the upper floor dressed in red, and the severe impact caused massive hemorrhage in the chest, accompanied by blood in the brain, soft tissue contusions, comminuted fractures of both legs, and died on the spot.

When he died, his eyes were not closed, and his face was distorted.

The police intervened in the investigation, and according to the description of the deceased's roommate, the girl had a gentle temperament and treated kindly, but in the past week, she suddenly looked in a trance and her temperament changed greatly, but as for what happened, she never revealed.

According to the girl's mentor, the girl was the most gifted student he had ever taken with her, but she had recently become obsessed with the art of death and was in a trance.

Another insider revealed that the deceased had an improper relationship with the tutor before his death, and the school said that it did not stop this behavior, and after the investigation of the tutor, there was no direct or indirect relationship with the cause of death.

After more than a month of trial, the police determined:

Because the deceased was so addicted to the art of death that he suffered from severe mental illness, the cause of death was suicide.

The case was thus concluded.

Although there are many people who don't believe it, but as time goes by, the blockade of the school, the matter quickly subsided, no one mentions it again, and the girl's roommates and other insiders have graduated one after another, and the whole thing has been buried over time, and no one knows it until now.

At this time, Shen Qianhua and Yun Ling were in class, a compulsory course called artistic visual communication, Shen Qianhua was originally a student, and although Yun Ling was a professor, she was not very old, plus her temper was rather strange, and not many people in the school knew her, and the two of them sat in class without any sense of disobedience.

On the podium, a male teacher with a handsome face and a gentle smile was lecturing, his long hair tied up on his shoulders, his slender fingers holding chalk and tapping the beat on the blackboard, and a magnetic voice came from between his thin lips, as if the whole person was the embodiment of art......

The man's name is Fu An, and he is the most famous talented artist at Huashen University, and has been nominated for the Artnet Art of the Year Award, AAC Art China and other awards.

Watching the students in the audience listen to it fascinated, especially the girls who look nymphomaniac, but Shen Qianhua, a person who has no artistic cells, can't feel the slightest beauty of this so-called art, let alone Yun Ling who cuts her nails on the side, for her, the magnetic field is her art......

And the main purpose of Shen Qianhua and Yun Ling coming here is not to appreciate art, but to wait for the end of class...... Yes, that's right, just waiting for the end of class! Then put the tracker made by Yun Ling on him......

Fu An, Chen Yuanyuan's mentor and lover five years ago!

"Jingle bell!"

The bell for the end of class finally rang, and Shen Qianhua, who was almost hypnotized by art, woke up suddenly, but fortunately Fu An hadn't left yet......

A classroom generally has two doors, and the stairs downstairs are in the direction of the back door, and the podium is close to the front door, so Fu An will definitely come out of the front door, and then pass through the back door......

"Ahh

The files in Yun Ling's hands were scattered all over the place, and he hurriedly squatted down and hurriedly picked them up, while looking at Fu An with aggrieved eyes, and kept apologizing in his mouth:

"Teacher...... I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

Fu An looked down at Yun Ling, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then immediately returned to normal, and that sunny and warm smile appeared on his face again

"It's okay, I'll help you"

After speaking, he also squatted down, picked up the files on the ground, and handed them to Yun Ling one by one, touching the latter's hand intentionally or unintentionally, Yun Ling also noticed it, and returned to normal with a slight frown.

All this was seen by Shen Qianhua, chattering along the way:

"Phew! This old rascal! Scum! ”

Yun Ling looked at Shen Qianhua a little funny,

"Yo Yo Yo, I'm jealous~"

Shen Qianhua's old face flushed and explained:

"What jealousy! I just can't get used to that old rascal! ”

Yun Ling laughed, ignoring his childish temper, and then through a hint of darkness in his eyes, he said:

"Looks like this brings you closer to your goal......

Fu An walked out of the teaching building, returned to his car, raised his slender hand, closed his eyes, lifted the place where he had just touched Yun Ling to his nose, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curved in a strange arc, and then slowly started the car, thinking that maybe the girl he had just met could be the next target, but he didn't notice that a sesame-sized tracker had adhered to his long hair......

Fu An had his own private studio outside the school, and Shen Qianhua and Yun Ling took a taxi and followed according to the location sent by the tracker.

The location of the studio is very remote, it is a villa near a small river in the suburbs, shaped like a small Western-style western-style building, the yard is full of flowers and plants, Fu An's car is parked at the gate, a cyan stone road leads from the gate to the villa door, seeing that cameras are installed everywhere, Yun Ling hurriedly urged the master who drove to leave here, otherwise it would be easy to arouse Fu An's suspicions.

What they didn't notice was that a corner of the curtain of a small window on the second floor of the villa was lifted, and it was slowly lowered after they left......

Fu An lowered the curtain lightly, his brows furrowed slightly, there are usually few cars coming to this place, but he didn't stop much when he saw the taxi, and he didn't care too much, but he didn't relax his vigilance at all.

Turning his head, Fu An's expression was no longer as gentle as in class, but showed a kind of perverted fanaticism, the room was very chaotic, full of all kinds of paints, the walls were hung with all kinds of paintings, and there was the largest one in the middle, on which was the death of a woman in red, the background was gray black and white, a woman in red was lying on the ground, her legs were twisted, her eyes were wide open, her bright red clothes and dark red blood were in sharp contrast with the background......

This is Fu An's work five years ago, and he has won several international awards for this painting, and he has become famous in one fell swoop.

There are many similar incarnations in the room, all of which are the deaths of some women, so the whole room looks creepy and gloomy, and Fu An seems to enjoy this atmosphere, sitting in front of the drawing board, his eyes are hot......

Shen Qianhua and Yun Ling left the villa and went straight back to the laboratory, Chen Yuanyuan was sitting bored on the square platform in a daze, saw the two of them coming back, and hurriedly asked:

"How's it going?"

Shen Qianhua sat on the chair and drank a sip of water, and said with a headache:

"I found it, but that villa is full of cameras, it's not easy to get close, so I can only think of another way......"

Yun Ling continued on the side:

"Qianhua, you go and see if the container is burned first, as for the matter of approaching Fu An, I'll go when I get the container, I want to see how he studies this art of death......"

Shen Qianhua was anxious when he heard it,

"Damn! How do you deal with that dead pervert as a girl! No way! ”

Yun Ling looked at Shen Qianhua's reaction, and secretly had fun, before he teased:

"Yo~You're so worried about me~"

When Shen Qianhua heard this, his old face turned red, and he forcibly explained in embarrassment:

"Cut! Not at all! I'm afraid that something will happen to you, and I won't be fired! ”

Yun Ling looked at Shen Qianhua, who was insincere, and smiled for a while before saying:

"You hurry up and get the container back, I'll take Yuanyuan with me, what's going on, right?"

When Shen Qianhua heard this, he didn't know what to say, so he had to grind and chirp.

Chen Yuanyuan also began to popularize Yun Ling:

"Actually, at the beginning, I proposed the art of death, this kind of painting is visually shocking to the heart, at that time I told the idea to the mentor, he also thought it was very novel, we created together, slowly two people had feelings, and walked together, but later I found that he was too addicted, and even began to have mental problems, but when I found out that it was too late, the last time, he did not hesitate to use my life to complete his art ......"

Chen Yuanyuan's eyes darkened as she spoke, and gradually began to become cold, and her eyes tended to turn red again, Yun Ling hurriedly changed the topic and didn't let her continue......

At this time, it was already evening, and Shen Qianhua came out of the laboratory, ready to go to the DIY printing shop outside the school gate to retrieve the container, and happened to pass by in front of the teaching building of the Academy of Arts.

At this time, everyone probably went to eat, only a few people passed by, there was a very tall and strong boy in front of the teaching building, holding a disc-like thing in his hand, walking around with his head down, just when Shen Qianhua was passing by, he suddenly raised his head, glanced at Shen Qianhua frowned, and continued to stare at the disc in his hand......

After taking a look, the pit dug by He Yunling had not been repaired yet, only filled with some sand, and the boy didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that maybe it was a student from the School of Architecture who was surveying and mapping.

The container has been fired, and after firing, the volume is a little smaller, just enough to fit in his pocket, Shen Qianhua is also more satisfied, he paid the money, it is more expensive, but thinking about it, this is not an ordinary thing, so there is no bargaining.

On the way back, I passed by that place again, and the boy was still there, constantly looking at the disc in his hand, and then walked a few steps east and west......

It's really a strange person, Shen Qianhua shook his head, didn't think much about it, let's go back first and see if this thing is useful.

Not long after Qianhua left, the boy walked to the place where the sand was filled with a disc, frowned, and muttered to himself:

"This should be the ......"

After that, he squatted down and gently dug up the filled sand with his hands, revealing the soil below, at this time the pointer on the disc in the boy's hand turned wildly, stretched out his hand and pinched a handful of the soil below, sniffed it gently, and his brows were tightly locked!

"...... this?"

"Good! The kid finally got you! ”

This is a security guard rushing out of the building,

"It's all college students! Also vandalize public property! Dig a pit in the road! I finally filled it in, and I came back to dig it up! I think you're making things difficult for me! ”

The boy stood up and ran away.

"The little bunny is pretty fast!" Seeing that he couldn't catch up, the security guard turned back and refilled the pit.

The boy turned a corner and let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that the security guard didn't chase after him......

His face was still solemn......

Someone took the yin soil!

This is......?

Raise ghosts!