Rubbing my eyes, I was right, I was shocked, how could he be here. Hurriedly ran over to say hello.

Peng Gang turned his head and saw that it was me, and was very surprised: "Old, old Liu, why are you here?" Hey, what about Li Damin? You haven't found him yet? ”

That's right, he is Peng Gang, the son of Brother Peng.

I patted him: "It's hard to put into words." I came with a friend, and his relatives were admitted to this hospital. What about you? ”

"I'm here to see my dad."

"What? Brother Peng...... What happened to him? My eyes widened. I think of the concept of yin and yang in the painting, and the scene where Brother Peng painted the hell picture at night.

"The doctor diagnosed it as schizophrenia, and alas, died of heart. My mom's hair is gray. ”

"Spiritual...... Split? I swallowed: "How so?" When did it happen? ”

"It's been more than a month." Peng Gang didn't talk about sex, and after a few simple chats, he wanted to leave.

I hurriedly stopped him: "Peng Gang, Brother Peng and I hit it off at first sight, and our grandfather is also fated." Now that I've met here, I can't pretend I don't know. I put my hand in my pocket and took out five hundred yuan: "Peng Gang, I'm really sorry, I didn't bring much with me when I went out today, and I didn't know that Lu Dao would encounter such a thing." You have the five hundred dollars. ”

Peng Gang hurriedly pushed out: "Lao Liu, what are you doing here." Aren't you scolding me? ”

"If you are told to take it, you will take it. If your father is like this, the company will definitely not be able to operate, and it will not be easy for your family. If you work now, I won't pay you. Isn't that still in school? It's not enough to just point at your mother. Take it and talk about it. ”

To put it bluntly, he finally reluctantly accepted it.

I said, can I take a look at Brother Peng with you.

Peng Gang smiled bitterly and agreed: "Okay." ”

We walked together to the inpatient department at the back of the hospital, and I secretly wondered that Brother Peng had been ill for a month, so by the time I got into the painting, he was already suffering from schizophrenia. What's the connection here?

I asked, "How did Brother Peng get sick?" ”

"My dad's schizophrenia is very strange," Peng Gang frowned, and said quietly, "He keeps painting every day." ”

Hearing that Brother Peng was painting every day, I gasped and asked, "What does he paint?" ”

Peng Gang smiled bitterly: "No one knows what he painted, like a random graffiti, you can see it in a while." ”

We came to the back inpatient department, and the attending Dr. Sun received us, chatting about Brother Peng's expression, he shook his head: "The situation is not optimistic, it is still the same as when it was just sent to the hospital a month ago." ”

We came to the outside of the ward, and looked in through the glass window, Brother Peng, who was wearing a white hospital gown, sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing out the window, as if looking at something outside. He held something like a pen in his hand and scribbled on the bed.

I looked closely, and it was supposed to be a rubber rod, written on the bed and not leaving a mark.

"Doctor Sun, why do you want to give that thing to Brother Peng?" I asked curiously.

Dr. Sun took off his glasses, took out a flannel cloth and wiped them carefully, and said, "Mr. Peng has been painting all the time since he was sent here. At first we gave him pencils, and it turned out that the wards where he drew were all over the place, on the sheets, on the walls, on the windowsills, there was nothing he couldn't draw, and if he could climb up, I guess the ceiling would be full. Later......"

Peng Gang continued: "Later, the hospital consulted my mother and me and took the pencil away from my father. Actually, it's a big risk. ”

"What's the risk?" I don't understand.

Peng Gang sighed: "My dad first painted at home. That day, my mother came home from work and found that he had not actually gone to work, standing in front of the white wall, like an artist, holding a brush and drawing carefully. It was already dark and the room was very dark, so my mother turned on the light, and this turn on didn't scare her half to death—the walls of the house were all over the floor, and even the desks and refrigerators were painted with black dye. Those patterns are all formed by the repetition of the same simple patterns, dense, thousands, one by one, one by one, complex and dense, and the visual impact is quite strong. My mom was quite strong, and although she was very scared at the time, she rushed over and snatched the brush from my dad's hand. "

I listened with bated breath: "And then? ”

Peng Gang looked at his father in the ward and said calmly: "Although there is no pen, my father still continues to paint. He slammed his fingers against the wall, using all his might, to trace the pattern one at a time. The tips of the fingers broke, and the blood gushed out, and the bright red blood lined the black painting below, alas, I won't go into details, you can think for yourself. My dad didn't know that it hurt at all, and the tips of his fingers were grinding to the bones, as if the reason for his life was to burn his life to paint. My mother really couldn't help it, so she stuffed the brush back into his hand, and he didn't look at it, but continued to draw with the pen. ”

Dr. Sun said, "Xiao Peng is right. So we consulted with the family before we dared to make such an attempt. Sure enough, Mr. Peng used his own hands to paint without a pen, even if it was drenched in blood. Later, we came up with a way to replace the pen with this durable rubber rod, and we didn't expect it to be a real success. ”

I thought for a moment and said, "In this way, Brother Peng doesn't seem to care who these paintings are shown to, as long as he can draw them." ”

"Yes." Dr. Sun nodded: "Mr. Peng's situation is a bit like a computer program, someone has typed an endless loop instruction into his head, telling him to keep drawing, never stopping. ”

I looked at Brother Peng's thin back, and I didn't feel good in my heart. The mind is messy, although there are many clues, they are disorganized and clueless, and every clue is imaginative, but they all converge on Brother Peng. It's really unbelievable, and there is no way to reason, I'm afraid that Holmes will scratch his head when he comes.

I asked, "After talking for a long time, what did he draw?" ”

Peng Gang looked at me, hesitated, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pulled up the picture library and handed it over: "This is the scene where my dad finished painting at home, you can take a look." ”

I took my phone and looked at the photos inside, and it was really creepy. The photo is the living room, Brother Peng has made a lot of money doing business, and the house is very large, and it is estimated that this hall will have to be seventy or eighty square meters. The living room was empty, and there was nothing to do. What can be seen is a mysterious pattern that fills the walls and floors and fills the house.

The main color of these patterns is dark black lacquer, which looks very uncomfortable, full of Gothic style, with a very strong religious dark color, forming a unique eerie and beautiful effect. I've never seen anyone build a simple line pattern so thrilling and shocking.

The painting is filled with an indescribable atmosphere of terror. To tell the truth, this living room no longer looks like a place where people live, but more like a place for bloody sacrifices of cults, and like a cemetery for some evil gods buried in Western horror movies. It's so depressing that you can't help but hit the wall.

And that's not the scariest of all, I stared at the pattern in the photo, shivering and chilling.

Peng Gang said next to him: "We have analyzed these patterns, and they look like irregular circles of all sizes, and I really don't understand why my father suddenly drew these things. ”

He really did not understand that the pattern on the photo was not a circle at all. I once saw a huge curtain in the apse of the yin-yang view of that building, which drooped from the ceiling to the ground, thick and thick, with many strange patterns painted on it. The patterns look like stick figure-style grimaces, with three black holes in the eyes and mouth that seem to be screaming.

The pattern painted by Brother Peng is this kind of grimace.

I was holding the photo, and at that moment, I thought a lot, all kinds of information flew in, and my brain couldn't think anymore.

The Brother Peng I saw in the painting painted a very vivid picture of the crucifixion of hell, but in reality he painted a grimace in the style of stick figures.

What the hell is going on? I was pondering when my mobile phone rang suddenly, and it was Li Yang calling, and he asked me where I was. I said a few words and asked him to wait for me in the car first. I returned the photo to Peng Gang without explaining anything, because it was a long, long story, and I didn't know where to start for a while. Besides, Peng Gang's kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp, if he knows the existence of the middle view of the Daolou, he may not be able to make some kind of demon. More is better than less.

When I came out of the mental hospital, it was cloudy outside, and I was in the same mood as me, and I couldn't say what it felt like. I sat in the car, Li Yang was playing with his mobile phone, and when he saw me, he asked where he was just now? I smiled wryly: "I saw Brother Peng." ”

Li Yang knew what I had experienced before, and exclaimed: "Peng Liang? The one who has been to Hades. ”

"Yes."

Li Yang asked, "Why is he here?" ”

I'll go through what I just said. He was amazed and was about to get out of the car. I hurriedly stopped him: "Why are you going?" ”

"I'm going to see Brother Peng, as well as his paintings."

I dragged him back into the car: "You can pull it down." His son is a tricky and eccentric, so try not to mess with it if he can. ”

Li Yang sat back in the car and honked the horn a few times: "It's so fucking stuffy, what's going on here?" ”

"You ask me, I ask who goes. By the way, has Master Xie's whereabouts been inquired? ”

Li Yang said: "Do you think that we are looking for Master Xie, after my sister-in-law went crazy, the first thing our family thought of was him, call him and turn off the phone!" People are gone! The surname Xie is really not bad, we know that his surname is Xie, and he doesn't know his name, ID card, or background, unless he hires a private detective, or ordinary people can't even find his hair. ”

"At the beginning, didn't you ask an acquaintance to find Master Xie, ask that acquaintance if he knows about the Tao."

"Asked! The acquaintance said that Master Xie was a master who traveled through mountains and rivers and waded into the five mountains, and his whereabouts were uncertain. If he wants to go anywhere, he doesn't need to take the train or plane, he just carries the box and drives away. That's so sick! ”

I blinked: "But this Master Xie does have two brushes, unlike charlatans." ”

"That's even worse. Charlatans know how to do spells, and the gods can't stop them. ”

I asked, "So what do we do now?" ”

"What else can I do? All clues are broken, go home and sleep! He snorted angrily. In fact, I know the reason why he is angry, this kid is serialized in the forum blog, and suddenly faces the threat of breaking off, which is more uncomfortable than a beautiful woman in bed, only to look at it and not to touch it.

I thought for a moment and said, "Do you remember the story of the ancient Alexander the Great who untied the 'Gording Knot'?" ”

"Zhilu Dao, what's wrong? Kindergarten children all know this allusion. ”

"In fact, there is only one way to untie all the dead knots we are facing now." I say.

"Oh? What's the solution? Li Yang became interested.

"The well in the Yin-Yang Concept!"