Han Jingyang carefully observes the oil paintings on the walls.

The woman in the painting is a typical oriental woman, wearing a simple white dress, her face is gentle and delicate, her facial features are plump, with a little baby fat, her eyebrows are curved, her eyelashes are also long, and there is a turquoise heart-shaped pendant hanging around her neck, which should be jadeite, and it is estimated to be worth a lot according to the size and color in the picture.

The woman sits sideways, but her face is facing the camera, and the line from the neck to the waist and hips is in a double spiral, natural and graceful.

He also wears a pair of emerald green heart-shaped stud earrings on his ears.

The overall feeling is very comfortable, the painting style is delicate and soft, and the characters in the painting are also sweet and lovely, which is completely different from the popular Internet celebrity awl face, which is a simple and natural beauty.

Doudou said softly, "Please observe carefully." ”

Han Jingyang frowned slightly, carefully observing every subtle element of the woman in the painting, and suddenly realized that this woman was a little familiar, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Doudou on the side.

Look at Doudou.

Look at the woman in the painting.

The facial features and temperament of the two people are very ...... Similar?

What's going on?

Tentatively asked, "Your relatives?" ”

Doudou nodded: "My mother." ”

"And then?"

"My mother died the year I was born, having a difficult birth and losing a lot of blood."

"Painted before you died?"

"She was not yet twenty years old when she died."

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes.

Died less than twenty years old?

But the woman in the painting is obviously more mature, at least twenty-five years old.

There is a big difference between a teenage girl and a big woman in her twenties.

It is impossible to paint an oil painting, especially a realistic oil painting, to a teenage girl in her twenties.

Han Jingyang thought for a while: "Are you sure it's your mother?" ”

Doudou turned around and took his wallet, took out a photo and handed it to Han Jingyang: "This is my mother's wedding photo." ”

Han Jingyang took the photo, glanced at it, and his body froze suddenly.

The woman in the photograph is almost identical to the woman in the painting, with the same facial features, hairstyle, face, clothing, shoes, furniture, and posture.

Including that set of jewelry, which is worth a lot of money at first glance.

Han Jingyang squinted his eyes and observed carefully, the green jewelry in the photo is definitely not glass or something like that, it is jadeite, and it is the highest-grade glass full of green jadeite, and the pendant and earrings are at least five million.

At least.

Even if it was more than 20 years ago, it was in the million level.

The price of top-grade jadeite has never been cheap since the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and it has always been rising and always rising.

It's weird.

Han Jingyang took out his mobile phone and took two high-definition photos, and then said: "Continue to talk about the weirdness of this painting." ”

Doudou's body trembled: "I just bought this painting, and I didn't take it too seriously, I thought it just looked like my mother, at most, it was just that my mother had a sister who was outcast, and I went home and asked my dad and my grandpa, they couldn't tell why, and they didn't take it seriously, but ......"

"But what?"

"But since then, I've often had weird dreams."

"What dream?"

"Draw."

"Drawing?"

"Yes, I would paint all kinds of women in my dreams, wearing different clothes and posing in different poses, and I would do it every night."

"And then?"

"Then, every time I wake up from a dream, I feel very tired, but my painting skills have improved by leaps and bounds, my teacher praised me as a genius, and signed me to package me as the most famous female oil painter in the world, saying that I am the most skilled female painter of women."

"You refused?"

"I was moved at the time, but my dreams became more and more weird, and the women in my dreams gradually lost the joy and sweetness at the beginning, and began to become worried, and then became irritable, angry, perverse, and even aggressive, self-harming, etc., and I was attacked and even killed by these women several times in my dreams......"

"And then?"

"I realized that something was wrong, and tried to give up the painting, and tried to throw away, destroy or even burn the painting more, but as soon as I slept, the painting would appear at my bedside, again and again, and every time I tried to throw away or destroy the painting, I would suffer the same damage in my dreams."

"The same damage? What do you mean? ”

"The first time I threw the painting directly into the trash, I dreamed that I was thrown into the trash, mixed with the smelly garbage, unable to move or breathe, and then loaded into a garbage truck and transported to the garbage station in the early hours of the morning, and put into a huge mixer......"

"What about the second time?"

"The second time, I, I took the painting to the suburbs, poured a bucket full of gasoline, and burned it."

"What about at night?"

"I had the same dream at night, I was dragged into a black duffel bag and dragged to the countryside to be drenched in gasoline......"

Speaking of this, Doudou's body began to shake uncontrollably, and his speech began to stutter intermittently, his expression became more and more hideous, and the face of another person could be faintly seen between the convulsions, hideous and terrifying, and terrifying.

Han Jingyang resisted fear and remained motionless, just staring at Doudou.

After more than ten minutes, Doudou gradually regained his composure, staggered back two steps and sat at the end of the bed, panting heavily: "Mr. Xiao Han, what did you see?" ”

"Several faces."

"You, aren't you afraid?"

Han Jingyang smiled: "Little sister-in-law, in that state just now, are you conscious?" ”

Doudou nodded, and shook his head again: "I can clearly see your existence, but my mind is very confused, and my mind is full of all kinds of crazy thoughts, trying to ...... you"

Han Jingyang took over the conversation: "You want to kill us, use the methods you experienced in your dreams." ”

Doudou nodded with difficulty.

"How long will you be in this runaway state? How often do they occur? ”

"I used to have seizures every one or two months, but as time went on, the frequency of loss of control became higher and the symptoms became more and more severe, and I became more and more unable to control myself, and I could lose control anytime and anywhere after entering the summer this year."

"Have you seen it with a professional?"

"I found one, and then, he died."

"You killed it?"

Doudou closed his eyes in pain and sobbed, "I can't control my ......"

Han Jingyang was still indifferent, and asked lightly: "What means did you use to kill the other party?" ”

Doudou raised his head blankly, his eyes were dilated, as if he had entered a meeting state, and muttered: "That person, that person is uneasy and kind, he said that I was possessed by a ghost, and if you want to exorcise a ghost, you must absorb his yang energy, I agreed, he happily undressed, I, I picked up the picture frame and smashed it...... Boot...... Outskirts...... Gasoline...... Fire ......"

Doudou's words were intermittent, his eyes were even more confused, there was a hint of madness in the chaos, his mouth was wide open, saliva was dripping down, and his hands and feet began to twitch uncontrollably.

This symptom is almost exactly the same as the evil in folklore.

But Han Jingyang knows that these are completely different things.

There is a difference between the evil and the evil.

No, there are many variety.

Doudou's sister-in-law's situation is the most serious kind, and it is very tricky.

Han Jingyang was not sure that he could be cured.

Because he has never encountered such a complicated situation.

At this time, Doudou, who was convulsing on the bed, suddenly bounced straight up, let out a sharp roar, and pounced on Han Jingyang with his mouth wide open, but his face had been changed to another woman.

The woman's face was hideous, her eyes were full of madness and hatred, and she screamed and grabbed Han Jingyang's neck: "Men deserve to die-"