Looking at Mu Qingyang's serious appearance, the old man couldn't help but be a little frightened: "Don't be so nervous, I don't have any malicious intentions, yes...... It's this painting......"

The old man's face showed a look of embarrassment.

"Who are you? It seems that you know our affairs very well, I just talked to the two people in the painting on the phone, they are basically in a middle school to handle the case, I was just about to pass, how can it be so coincidental...... You're going to stop me on the road? The more Mu Qingyang spoke, the more he felt that the old man in front of him was suspicious, and he couldn't help but become more and more intense when he spoke!

"Don't get me wrong...... Alas! All right...... Let me introduce myself first, my name is Wu Zhiyuan...... He is an ordinary painter. ”

According to the old painter, he was a natural bohemian. Fortunately, he has no drag in this world, and he can be described as a real single nobleman. His parents and two older brothers died one after another, leaving behind a legacy that he enjoyed for the rest of his life.

Lucky is talking about people like him.

Although he was a painter, Wu Zhiyuan never really finished a painting. His work is not so much oil painting as it looks more like appreciating and admiring all kinds of famous and ancient paintings. He was fascinated by ancient paintings and devoted himself to collecting. When it comes to his own paintings, the sketchpads that have been put aside at the beginning of the pen end up piling up in the grocery room.

He has a unique hobby for the overall beauty of the body. And as far as the search for this object is concerned, there is no more suitable and convenient profession than the painter. One of the reasons why he is obsessed with famous paintings and sculptures is the above reasons.

One day, through a friend's introduction, a woman named Hongmei, who had recently left the stage, came to his studio.

When she took off her slightly dirty silk jacket and stood on the model stage, Wu Zhiyuan's joy and excitement were indescribable. The contours of her entire face are fleshy and slightly concave. The only highlight is her elongated, lovely single eyelid eyes. Her skin is not fair, but it is by no means as dark as that of Indians, but it gives a bright feeling, for example, the light brown color of an unburnt bean paste rice cake, or a slightly brown cream color, which bursts out with a healthy glow. Of course, Wu Zhiyuan left everything behind, and the matter of painting in her original form has long been forgotten. He only thinks about how to win her heart. Her past, her family, doesn't matter. He fanatically pursued the great beauty in front of him like a fever. His courtship was easily accepted.

In addition, Hongmei is also an understander of Wu Zhiyuan's quirks, which can be described as a double joy for him.

In the blink of an eye, Hongmei had been in Wu Zhiyuan's studio for several weeks. At first, she went back and forth between her home and Wu Zhiyuan's studio every day, but at some point, she no longer went home, but stayed at Wu Zhiyuan's place.

Whenever Wu Zhiyuan said, "Aren't your family worried?" She always threw out a "it's okay". And once the topic of the two touched her family, it didn't go deeper. On the one hand, whenever the topic was about to continue, she skillfully diverted it, and on the other hand, Wu Zhiyuan didn't want to ask any further. As if synchronized with the lives of the two, their spring has quietly arrived, and at this moment the red plum is missing......

It was as if she had appeared so suddenly, and there was no news of this woman at all. At the same time, Wu Zhiyuan himself began to awaken his talent for painting, and many of the characters and landscapes in his pen were created one by one, but terrible things also happened - although he fell into an unconscious state when he painted, these figures and landscapes were real, and they were all scenes of events that were about to happen. It would have been better if it had been an ordinary foreknowledge, but the worst thing was that it was the details of what had happened on the scene in the headless lawsuit, and he himself had been terrified since he stumbled upon this fact......

"As I said, today's meeting between you and me has already been foreshadowed, and this time my feelings are getting stronger, this must be a foreshadowing, I think I must be able to help......" As he spoke, he took out a few other paintings, which did outline the scene of their meeting, and even the location where Mu Qingyang got on the car was very clear, and in the bulletin board of the newspaper kiosk not far away, the time was marked.

"You see, this basically allows me to find you without breaking a sweat, and the details are so clear this time!"

"You ......" Mu Qingyang suddenly felt a little creepy, this kind of thing is far more terrifying than really encountering any dangerous ghosts, you must know that those tangible and intangible and intangible guys still have traces to follow, but this kind of monitoring that is biased all the time and cannot be prevented is impossible to reassure people no matter what.

He almost hesitated, was it more appropriate to send the old guy in front of him directly to the underworld? Maybe the big guys can find out the problem......

But at the same time, Mu Qingyang's phone rang again: "Hey! Have you arrived...... Don't bother, we've found three murders here in quick succession, all of which were strangled to death...... Two bloody mudras! ”

"What? Bloody Handprint...... Are you sure? Mu Qingyang was a little angry, he felt very ridiculous, but it also reminded him that he couldn't delay it any longer.

He glanced at Wu Zhiyuan: "Old man, come if you can keep up!" ”

As he spoke, he jumped out of the car and ran towards the No. 3 Municipal High School like a whirlwind. This kind of speed is impossible for ordinary people to do, Mu Qingyang just deliberately wants to get rid of that weird old man, no matter what, this old painter is really uncomfortable.

Because he had already walked a long way, he arrived at the school quickly, and there was no surprise that there was no one here at all, and it was already 9 o'clock in the evening.

The warehouse bungalow behind it was like a graveyard, dead silent, as dark as paint. Mu Qingyang's body was already soaked with sweat, on the one hand, he was nervous, and on the other hand, he was tired-he was really running a little fast just now.

He felt a chill rush into his body as if he were carrying a thousand needles, and before he could think twice, he had already arrived in one of the rooms. There was an electric light in the room, and it was not until he was under the light that he breathed a sigh of relief. I looked forward without blinking, and there was nothing in front of me except the mysterious glow of raindrops in the darkness.

After about a few minutes, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Sir, what is the matter?" “

The voice came suddenly, startling Mu Qingyang, he turned around sharply, only to see an old man in gray standing in front of him, his face full of wrinkles. Of course, he was not a monster, but only the temporary night manager of the school, but he had been silent all the time, and suddenly said a word, which was why the former was suddenly taken aback.

He looked at Mu Qingyang, smiled kindly, and said: "You don't have to be afraid, I have been on duty here for more than ten days, and I am the only one who sleeps here at night. “

Mu Qingyang has always thought of himself as a very bold person, but at this time, his complexion and expression on his face must have looked very strange, otherwise the old man would not have comforted him like this.

Mu Qingyang smiled reluctantly, and said, "I'm not afraid, but I think the current situation is ......", he said this, and decided not to talk about it anymore, because it was really a bit embarrassing just now. So, he was only halfway through his sentence and stopped.

The old man smiled again and said, "Drink a cup of hot tea, you will feel better." As he spoke, he was about to turn around, and behind him, a pot of water was boiling on a small electric stove. But at this moment, suddenly, his body became stiff.

And at that moment, Mu Qingyang's body also became difficult to move.

He didn't know what the manager in front of him had seen and suddenly his body stiffened, and the reason why he froze for that moment was all because of the look on his face.

He had never seen such a terrifying look on a person's face. The old man's face was full of wrinkles, but all of a sudden, the wrinkles were completely gone, replaced by green tendons one by one, and his eye sockets, as if trying to squeeze out his eyeballs, opened so wide that his lips were completely gone, and his fingers curled strangely, I don't know what the purpose was.

Mu Qingyang was stunned by the other party's shocked expression and was in a daze, and it would not take more than twenty seconds at most, and he immediately turned his head. But when he turned his head to the window, he couldn't see anything.

All he could see was a window that had been opened, and this window must have been closed just now, for he had been staring intently through the window just now.

Raindrops poured in obliquely through the open window and landed on a table by the window. Judging by how wet the table was from the raindrops, the window opened twenty seconds ago. He hurriedly took a step forward, pressed his hands on the window, and leaned out of the window, but outside the window, it was still very calm, nothing, the same as before.

He was about to break out of the door, but there was a "bang" behind him. When he quickly turned to look, he saw that the old man had fallen to the ground, he pressed one hand to his chest, the other pointed out the window, still shaking, he opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but he no longer had the strength to speak. One look at this situation, you can tell that he had a heart attack because of excessive shock.

Mu Qingyang had no choice but to step forward and help him up, he made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, Mu Qingyang put him on the chair and asked, "What did you see?" What exactly do you see? “

Mu Qingyang asked several times, but he didn't answer, but a very painful look appeared on his face, and two palm prints appeared on his neck...... Two red, weirdly twisted hand marks.

As soon as he let go, the old man's head rested on the back of the chair and stopped moving.

The chill in Mu Qingyang's heart was even worse, he stayed for a moment, thinking about whether he should quit and leave here. If it weren't for the terrible circumstances at the time, he would never have thought of this.

He took a deep breath, grabbed an iron branch in his hand, and then stood with his back against the wall, staring ahead. The light of the room seemed to be unusually dim, but when it shone on the face of the dead caretaker, it was too strong, and he sweated with his hand holding the iron branch, waiting with bated breath for the unknowable monster to appear.

However, the monster did not appear, and it was still pitch black outside the window, and nothing could be seen except the flash of rain. He felt his feet go numb and dragged over a chair and sat down.

Soon after he sat down, he felt as if something had fallen on his head, and when he looked up, he saw only the white ash on the ceiling of the hut, which was falling. At the same time, in the midst of the rustling sound, he also heard a strange sound that should not belong to the sound of rain, which became louder and louder, and the whole ceiling of the hut seemed to be shaking.

Mu Qingyang wanted to rush out of the door to see what was going on, but he couldn't move at the moment, so he was still sitting on the chair and looking up.

The white ash on the ceiling fell even more sharply, and suddenly, a large patch of lime bricks, wood chips, and broken tiles fell, and a large hole appeared in the ceiling.

As you can imagine, the big hole goes straight through the roof, because if it weren't for the roof, no tiles would have fallen down. But I couldn't see the sky through the big hole, and there was no rain coming in from the hole.

The lights in the hut hadn't been extinguished, and his head had been tilted up, and he saw something dark red, blocking the hole. That dark red thing is translucent, but that red, with a strong smell of blood, makes people shudder when they look at it.

Mu Qingyang didn't know what it was, but he suddenly screamed and threw the iron branch in his hand upward. The thrust of iron passed through the hole and shot at the large mass of dark red that blocked the hole. He heard a sound like the grinding of rough metal, coming from above, and the iron branch did not fall down.

A hand came out of the hole! It was a hand, it had five fingers, it had wrists, it had arms. It was dark red and soft, and the arm came out of the hole, reaching the length of a normal person's arm, and then stopped.

Then, all of a sudden, the arm seemed to be made of wax, and suddenly it softened and lengthened as if it were heated.

To be honest, it's hard to describe the actual situation at that time, but all of a sudden, that arm "flowed" down like a candle tear.

The sensation as it "flows" down - it's an extremely thick liquid, not a solid. And when it "flows" down, it is no longer an arm, but just a thick, blood-colored red liquid that "flows" downward. The "liquid" quickly "flowed" to the ground. As its tip touched the ground, five more fingers appeared, and another arm appeared. It's just that the five fingers and palms are surprisingly large, and the size is suitable for the length of the "arm". At this time, the length of the "arm" is as long as from the ceiling to the ground. The "hand" was pressed to the ground, and the five fingers were twisted like the tentacles of an octopus.

Mu Qingyang's hair stood on end, sweat flowed, his lips were dry, his brain was swollen, and before that hand moved towards him, he screamed, kicked hard, and stepped down on that hand! (To be continued.) )