Li Maocheng took out the key and handed it to us: "This is where I store my paintings, if you need it, you can go in and get it yourself, I'll go back first." With that, he hurriedly turned and left.

Li Maocheng's abnormal behavior makes us understand a truth, this painting is definitely not something that can be easily obtained, and I was about to enter the house, I saw an old man in his sixties who was in good spirits going down to the vegetable field to "work", and when he saw the two of us standing in front of the wasteland, he frowned and took the initiative to come over and say, "You two are looking for someone?" ”

"We were instructed by Principal Li to come here to pick up something?" I said.

"You're not here to get the paintings?" The old man immediately asked.

"That's right, we're here for a painting, you ......" Before he could finish speaking, the old man seemed to see a ghost, and immediately turned back to the house, slamming the door shut, and even closing the curtains.

After a closer look, we all felt that it was wrong, because all the rooms on the floor were all drawn curtains, and the curtains were unified in bright red color, although it was the height of summer at the moment, but such a neat arrangement was really the first time I saw it in my life, and soon after I vaguely felt that the curtains of every house were shaking, and behind each curtain seemed to hide a pair of strange eyes, suddenly I had goosebumps for no reason, and the empty courtyard made people feel ghostly.

At this moment, a mud-stained football rolled towards us, and a teenager ran over with a sweaty head, his eyes were not as strange as the old man's, and I hurriedly said: "Classmate, please ask, is there anyone living in this room on the first floor?" ”

originally thought that he would deny it immediately, but the young man nodded without hesitation: "Someone lives, it is Teacher Liang, who teaches art in the academy, and you can see him after half past six in the evening." ”

This is much beyond our expectations, there are people living in the dilapidated houses of ghost caves, it seems that Li Maocheng is really rich, he is worth hundreds of millions, and he is not even willing to be idle in a dilapidated house.

When the child left, I pinched a small handful of dirt and put it under my nose and sniffed, "At least there will be no problems here, let's go to the house and see how it goes." ”

"But the house is inhabited, so let's wait for the master to come back." Liu Ben was a little hesitant, it was a crime to break into a private house, but he was a big boss.

"How dare anyone live in such a house? It's really inexplicable, you see that everyone in this building is hung with red curtains, do you know why? I said.

"If I understand this, why bother to invite Yang Daochang to come." Liu Ben said with a smile.

"This is the way to suppress ghosts, they don't let ghosts see where they are." I said.

Liu Ben laughed without worry: "If there is no strange thing in this kind of place, it is a real strange thing." ”

It was not until seven o'clock in the evening that many of the rooms were lit up, and no outsider appeared, and just when I was bored, a slender man appeared, with a sketchpad under his side, and walked slowly towards us.

When he saw us, he didn't show any surprised expression, as if he didn't see us at all, he lowered his head and passed past us into the dark building, and I immediately followed: "I'm sorry, Principal Li Maocheng asked us to pick up things." ”

Without asking us why, Mr. Liang opened the door and whispered, "Please come in." "When I entered the house, I saw that the internal layout was a small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room in the shape of a product, and there was a pair of easels in the center of the living room, and the ground around the easel was sprinkled with bits and pieces of oil paint, in addition to this, there was only one set of sofas in the whole room, a 21-inch old-fashioned color TV, and a tattered wooden bed.

This teacher Liang seems to be very timid, he didn't speak from beginning to end, and he didn't dare to look at people at all when he spoke, just lowered his head and looked at the ground.

In the second bedroom, we saw the painting of the naked woman, and Liu Ben whispered, "Do you think this painting can be collected?" ”

I looked at it carefully for a long time and said, "I don't know, there is nothing in this room, and there is no mystery from the scene layout, but this painting feels strange no matter how you look at it." ”

At this time, Mr. Liang appeared at the door with a cup of hot tea in his hand, looking at the painting in the room without smiling, Liu Ben rolled his eyes, walked over with a smiling face, and said, "Mr. Liang, how long has this painting been hanging in the house?" ”

"It's been three years, three whole years." Mr. Liang looked at the painting hanging on the top of the wall like a dream.

"You've been in for a short time?"

"Five, five years, I moved in shortly after this woman was killed in the house."

As soon as I heard this, I chuckled in my heart, this painting is really not simple, Liu Ben asked: "Do you know the woman in this painting?" ”

Teacher Liang held his glasses with his hand, entered the center of the room and said, "It was here at that time, this woman was stabbed to death with a knife." ”

"Why did you kill her, when did you paint this picture?" I tried my best to keep my tone steady, but I felt that my heart suddenly became a little heavy, once this situation occurred, it means that something must be wrong with the situation around me, is there something wrong with this teacher Liang? Thinking about this, I was secretly vigilant in my heart.

Teacher Liang didn't realize it, he gestured with his hands and said: "This woman's name is Wang Yanmei, she is my junior high school and high school classmate, and she is also the object of my crush, she is really very beautiful, with delicate facial features and a sexy figure, and her body is a perfect work of art in my eyes." Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled apologetically: "Maybe what I said is too vague, I don't have the slightest lust for Wang Yanmei, I just hope to use my own brush to fully express a beautiful work of art, it was in this room at that time, she asked me to paint as a mannequin, but I left for a while, and when I came back, I found that she had been killed in the house." ”

"And then? Has the murderer been caught? Why did he kill this woman? Liu Bendao.

Teacher Liang did not answer his question, but sighed slightly and said: "When I saw all this, I knew that she would leave me forever, so I had to hurry up and leave the last beautiful image of her on the canvas, so I restored her body to its original state and continued to paint until I finished painting the rest of the part, do you think I did it wrong?" The police detained me for two days for no apparent reason, which is a blatant violation of my human rights. ”

Speaking of this, he trembled with anger, but I secretly shivered, imagining all the incredible scenes that happened in this room at that time, and normal thinking could not understand the extraordinary calm he felt after seeing his friend killed, could it be that this person was not mentally normal?

Liu Ben asked calmly: "Those roses were painted by you stained with the blood of the victims, right?" ”

"That's right, but I've added a certain percentage of red paint, so I've frozen her blood on this thin piece of paper, and I've been inspired to stay with me forever." Speaking of this, Mr. Liang's face was full of smugness.

"But if we take this painting with us, she won't be able to accompany you."

"No way, you see I have a lot more here." After that, he hung the easel he brought back on the stand, and after opening it, it was actually a work exactly the same as the painting on the wall, and then Mr. Liang kept flipping through the canvas, which was normal at first, and after five chapters, the woman's body in the canvas gradually became swollen, and then the corpse spots, giant views and other terrifying rotting corpses were vividly interpreted by him on the canvas, and Mr. Liang actually recorded the entire state of a corpse from complete to rotten on the canvas, I really couldn't bear it, He turned around and rushed into the toilet, opened his mouth, and squirted out all the contents of his stomach.

This neurosis, if he's not a neuropath, then I'm a neurotic. After listening to Mr. Liang's narration, this was the only thought in my mind, but he didn't feel this way, and when he narrated the whole thing, his state was sometimes nostalgia for the deceased, sometimes anger at the police, sometimes satisfaction with the work, that is, he did not lose the sadness of his beloved woman, or the fear of death.

Liu Ben pointed to the picture on the last painting that was almost rotten to pulp, surrounded by corpse juice, and said, "Can you stand the smell in this room at that time?" ”