Close your eyes,

Naturally, it was pitch black, and this time it was much more plain than the last time he read Zhu Guangzong's last words.

Perhaps, Zhu Guangzong's extreme artists are just a special case.

Liang Chuan waited silently,

He didn't give up,

Although he hadn't tried it before, this time, he vaguely felt that it seemed to be feasible.

"Don't ............ No............ Please.................. Please.................."

In the dark,

And there came a voice,

Liang Chuan tried hard to distinguish, and finally determined that it was not interference from the outside world, but indeed from the dark depths in front of him.

"Don't ............ No............... Please............ Please.................."

The woman, crying and begging.

She seemed weak and numb, without hysterical outbursts, more like a final struggle and routine.

dark

began to slowly retreat,

Everything is beginning to become clear,

Like a drop of ink rippling in clear water, Liang Chuan's perspective also became transparent at this time, but everything around him was gray and white, like watching Chaplin's silent comedy.

Familiar glass house,

This is Zhu Guangzong's own private workshop, and the black cloth covers the surroundings, and the light does not come in.

Here, it seems, that all the colors have been masked, leaving only black and white.

Liang Chuan looked around, he only heard voices, but did not see people.

After a while, Liang Chuan reacted,

Here, there are no people, there are just sculptures.

This is a half-finished sculpture, only half carved, the silhouette of the lower body of the woman has just come out, as for the upper body, it has not had time yet, this is a flawed work.

And the crying voice did not come from the sculpture.

Liang Chuan came closer, but when he had just taken a step.

"Don't look............ Please............ Don't let him see it.................. Don't let him see .................."

Liang Chuan was stunned,

He looked around again, but there was still no one else in sight, and everything around him was still empty.

"Ding-ding-dong............ Ding-ding-dong............ Ding-ding-dong.................."

"Tick ............ Tick............ Tick .................."

The sound of sharp weapons striking came,

The upper part of the stone carving began to gradually appear.

Liang Chuan was silent, he knew that the memory of sculpture is incomplete, to be precise, a special sculpture, what it can remember, is limited, and even being able to remember a little bit is already a great thing.

Liang Chuan's gaze began to slowly redden,

This is not a sign that he is showing his demonic side, he is just thinking, thinking and analyzing quickly, and what appears in his eyes is just ordinary bloodshots.

"It's ............ here," Liang Chuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the stone sculpture in front of him.

In a flash

Ink fades,

appeared in the figure of Zhu Guangzong,

He is holding the tools and is very serious and devoted to his own creation.

It's his job, it's his life, it's his life, he sees his work of art above all else, he wants to improve, he wants to go beyond.

The exhibition hall that you enter at the entrance of the Zhu Mansion is actually the best illustration.

Why there is only a single limb of stone carving works, because a single limb is easier to be shaped, only need to imitate the carving of its shape to be considered a success, and the complete image carving, the difficulty will increase invisibly, the overall sense, temperament and so on once not successful, even if the carving is realistic, it is also a failure of the drawing ingenuity.

There are too few memory pictures of stone carvings, so Liang Chuan can only complete his imagination according to his own understanding.

Liang Chuan leaned on one side and looked at the other side,

Followed by

Zhu Chenyang's figure appeared, he stood there, obsessively staring at his father who was carving the work, his face, there was admiration, entanglement, anger, and the shining light of the spark, which was a gesture of eagerness.

What Liang Chuan is doing now is actually a kind of psychological writing, but it is much more advanced than what ordinary psychological profilers do.

The image of father and son has appeared,

But it seems that there is still something to be missing,

yes

The woman in the painting is missing, that is, Zhu Guangzong's wife, who is also Zhu Chenyang's mother.

She looked at it here, because Liang Chuan had already heard her voice.

In this picture, the only person who can make a sound is the woman.

Zhu Guangzong was obsessed with carving and couldn't extricate himself, and he couldn't speak at all.

Zhu Chenyang stood there, just watching, and he couldn't speak.

but

The woman,

How do I go about it?

Eighty percent of the puzzle is already in the piece, and you hold the remaining pieces in your hand and don't know how to fill them.

And once the filling is successful, all of this will be revitalized.

"Tick ............ Tick............ Tick.................. Tick .................."

The sound of water droplets?

Liang Chuan began to listen seriously,

It's the sound of liquid dripping,

With a slightly sticky texture, not so brittle,

Some kind of thick liquid?

Liang Chuan subconsciously looked at the position between Zhu Guangzong and Zhu Chenyang's father and son,

The last piece of the puzzle,

It should be in this location, here, and also where the sound comes from.

A cross appeared,

Followed by

is a woman tied to a cross,

The woman was tied there undressed, looking pitiful and weak, and at the same time, there were several clear wounds on the woman's body, from which blood was dripping and falling to the ground.

The reason for the appearance of the cross is that the posture of the woman in the sculpture is obviously not so natural, as if it is tied, but the rope and binding objects do not appear in the work.

Liang Chuan suddenly thought of Zhu Guangzong's death,

Zhu Guangzong was nailed to the wall,

His blood was scattered below,

Although Zhu Guangzong's death was a punishment carried out by Yuecheng with the mentality of a demon envoy, if you believe that there is a providence in the underworld, between the two, karma, you can't help but think that there is some kind of connection between them?

The woman's dripping blood began to gather continuously, and lines of blood began to gather under the cross, and the sense of the picture immediately burst out.

Her position was right in front of Zhu Guangzong, who was carving his own works while looking at his bleeding wife, and at the same time, he carved some tassels at the foot of the sculpture.

Her wife has entered the countdown to life, and Zhu Guangzong's works have also entered the countdown to completion.

It can be seen that Zhu Guangzong is very excited, very excited, this is the joy of an artist when he is about to complete a great work, he doesn't care about the death of his wife, and even, in his eyes, if his wife can dedicate herself to this great work, it is actually the best destination and glory for his wife.

Don't look at what the woman said before,

It should refer to Zhu Chenyang.

What is it like to be a mother in this unclothed position facing the looming death, watched by her husband and son?

Everything, everything,

It all makes sense,

Zhu Guangzong sacrificed his wife to complete his own creation, making his skills to a higher level.

Zhu Chenyang, as a son, imitates his own Lao Tzu, and also uses his wife to operate.

Slowly, Liang Chuan opened his eyes, and he felt a little tired.

Although, Liang Chuan wanted to get some definite information to prove that the father and son were not good people, so that he could have an explanation in his heart about the protection of Yuecheng.

But the development of things seems to have exceeded Liang Chuan's original expectations.

Simple homicide, domestic violence and homicide, although it is still bad, but this kind of thing that happens in society is not rare, at least from the perspective of the audience, it is not very new;

But this kind of behavior like this father and son, to a certain extent, does go beyond the boundaries of murder.

Liang Chuan didn't know how the two women felt when they died in front of their husbands, and their husbands used their dying pleas as stimulus for creative inspiration.

Is that despair from betrayal?

Or the collapse of the whole person's values?

This one

It should be more terrifying than simply being kidnapped by robbers and then tearing up tickets, right?

Liang Chuan silently rubbed his eyebrows,

Father and son,

Indeed, it is father and son, beast.

This kind of person really deserves to die, they really deserve to die, they are also really selfish, selfish without a bottom line.

The occasional video of abusing cats and dogs circulating on the Internet can often arouse the excitement and condemnation of the society, and this father and son are taking people and taking the people closest to their pillows.

Because only those close to them can really stimulate their souls and make their creative inspiration rise.

"Chuan'er?" Wu Dahai looked at Liang Chuan's expression and asked with concern.

"Let's investigate the death of those two women, Zhu Chenyang's wife's car accident report and on-site analysis and Zhu Guangzong's wife's case history, there should be some evidence. Liang Chuan said.

"So, who killed them?"

Wu Dahai asked in a low voice.

Oh, yes

Wu Dahai had an instinctive premonition after seeing the things in the two secret doors, and felt that the cause of death of the father and son's wife suddenly became unpredictable, and even subconsciously asked when he talked to Liang Chuan on the phone before, could it be a ghost murder?

"Are the sculptures in Zhu Chenguang's bedroom hanging?" Liang Chuan asked, he hadn't gone to Zhu Chenguang's bedroom to see them yet.

"Yes, the upside-down sculpture, head down. Wu Dahai said.

Liang Chuan was stunned,

He walked over to the balcony, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

The strange scattered lines of blood dripping down when Zhu Guangzong died are the same as the bleeding state of his wife's death that he saw in the sculpture memory picture, and the tassel at the foot of the carving is actually an imitation of the posture of blood flowing out.

Zhu Chenguang was nailed to the wall upside down to death, and he obviously did better than his father when he killed his wife, and chose a more extreme and "exciting" way.

Wu Dahai thinks that is it a ghost revenge?

This is not surprising.

But Liang Chuan knows who the murderer is.

The murderer is still helping him clean up in his own home.

Liang Chuan believes that Yuecheng doesn't know about this, otherwise she should have told herself before she left, if she directly said that she found out that Zhu Guangzong and Zhu Chenguang killed their wives, they were two scumbags, and they were innocent, Liang Chuan would not be so hesitant and entangled, and her situation would be much better, at least she could quickly gain Liang Chuan's approval.

But she didn't say,

This means that she simply doesn't know,

Tsukijo punishes rebellious believers according to his own teachings,

The method she used,

It was also the way in which she thought the devil punished people, with a kind of banter and mockery, like a devil's smile,

But all this,

Coincidentally overlapped like this?

Liang Chuan took a heavy puff of cigarette,

The words he yelled at Yuecheng at home came to his mind:

"Who is it that makes you self-righteous think that you are a messenger of hell?

Who is it that makes you feel that you have the power to punish and kill others?"

At that time, it was just Liang Chuan who asked angrily,

But at this point,

Liang Chuan's hand holding the cigarette shook slightly, and the cigarette butt almost slipped down.

The church he founded,

The faith of his creation,

The demons he believed existed,

Don't

Does it really exist?

Was it the demon that made Yuecheng kill Zhu Chenguang and Zhu Guangzong in a way that "good and evil are rewarded" without knowing it?

It's a demon again,

Get yourself out of hell,

Crawl out?