Looking at the Hengyu intermediary who entered, Wu Zihua knew that as long as he closed the secret door at this time, he would be able to erase a human life, but he did not do this, but let the secret door open and walked out of the villa.

Outside the door, he looked at the night sky, I don't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to have seen the same night twenty years ago?

Shaking his head, he got into the car and drove quickly towards Erica's home under the sponsorship of the intelligent navigation.

The girl who didn't know that the catastrophe was about to fall asleep, which undoubtedly helped Wu Zihua a lot, he opened the door with a virus called the all-round key, and after closing all the security methods, he walked towards the door.

In the dark room, he lit antique-like candles with foreign fires, and began to fiddle with the objects he brought in the candlelight, and looked back at the past feelings.

It's been a long time since he's built a blood ink painting, and he doesn't know if the art has a purpose.

On the other hand, Erica, who was pretending to be asleep, was she wondering if everything was too smooth, so obedient that she couldn't believe it, it was this kind of lame offender who embarrassed the police for twenty years?

This scumbag is more like a ...... than being lured by himself Self-falling traps?

"If you don't feel sleepy, get up and talk to the old man. ”

The old man's voice made Erica start, and she jumped up from the bed at the first moment, clenched the homemade longbow hidden in the quilt in her hand, and aimed at Wu Zihua.

"It's a trap, and the old and clumsy disciple doesn't even know if it's been exercised. ”

Wu Zihua calmly continued the work in his hands, calmly making Erica's heart panic, and soon this insignificant palpitation was overwhelmed by the stretched liver fire.

The Heavenly Emperor's reasoning did not stumble, this guy was the murderer twenty years ago, scum...... Yes!

The girl's grip on the strings began to slowly loosen, and the confrontation with the divine law began to falter before the eyes of the rising flame of resentment.

Above, the Emperor shook his head calmly, then picked up his pen and began to write a contract for Erica.

In front of him is the enemy who harmed himself and MM, so that the two of them have not had a good life for 20 years.

Erica couldn't forget how she had spent the past twenty years, doubly unable to forgive the madman in front of her who was still going to be all wrong.

At this time, as long as he let go of his hand, the special iron arrow polished with hatred will shoot out, piercing the man's chest, and the current blood groove will dry the blood in the man's body little by little, allowing him to experience the discomfort of his parents at the beginning.

Just let go of your hands......

Erica took a deep breath and slowly lowered her longbow to aim at the ground, and then she whispered, "You won't die here so cheaply, Mr. Wu Zihua, you will go to court for the sins you committed twenty years ago, the divine law will give you the most fair trial, of course, if you are not the prisoner who committed the murder twenty years ago, then it is all easy to say." ”

"I did the murder 20 years ago. ”

As soon as Wu Zihua finished speaking, he frowned and looked around, and said lightly, "It's a policeman, but he uses such a vulgar ability to spit out truth drugs? Where are the sound recorders and video recorders?"

Erica laughed, "Do you think I'm going to report you hiding under my flesh?"

Wu Zihua was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "Look at the appearance, you are in order to ensure that I will definitely be tricked, so you used the mist method to take the medicine, but you also got hit, look at the appearance in this room We can only tell the truth, Yahuan." ”

"Yes, I'm at ease, but you're different. ”

Erica asked sharply again, "Why do you want to do that kind of thing that people and gods are angry about, is it really just for the sake of painting?"

"Of course not......"

Wu Zihua didn't seem to care about the fact that he was drugged, and said very calmly: "If you paint, you can do it no matter what the method, even if you take a branch and smear it on the sandy bank, I killed people to achieve a painting that can break through myself, that's all." ”

Erica glared at this scumbag with a natural face, and said bitterly: "If you break through yourself, you can break through! What is it to use other people's lives to achieve your art, is this kind of distorted thing really considered art?!"

"Dead girl, don't underestimate art. ”

Wu Zihua snorted coldly and said, "Some people are good at painting landscapes, some people are good at painting carelessness, and some people are good at painting seasons, and I am good at painting people, and painting people, whether they are alive and alive, are only considered to be beginners, the highest level of painting people is to paint 'humanity', limited to understanding and innate, I can't best confess the deepest side of humanity, so I chose to die, under the terrifying stimulation of death, my ability can be out of touch with the constraints of innate and understanding, and fly to a higher place." ”

After a pause, Wu Zihua looked thoughtfully at Erica, who was risking death to suppress her anger, and chuckled: "I think your parents must hate you very much in the spirit of heaven, if you hadn't intervened halfway, their lives would have been sublimated through my art, and they will always be remembered by future generations, and I regret that you messed up everything." ”

"For this reason, for this rancid and smelly reason, you took 11 lives, including my parents!"

Erica shuddered and lowered her voice and roared like a beast.

The whole room was drugged by themselves, and everyone here would only tell the truth, which meant that the scum did not reflect on the sins they had committed, and even felt that those who were taken by themselves were happy to sacrifice for the sake of art.

What a joke! What a joke! What a joke!

Faced with this scum who didn't feel guilty at all, Erica's hand holding the bowstring trembled.

At this moment, there was a loud bang at the door, and Mordred, dressed as a police officer, kicked in the door, panting and looking at all the people in front of him, and said loudly, "Erica Ancestor, calm down, the other party is angry with you and let you kill him, Heavenly Father said that you are the fifth painting he fancies!"

Erica was stunned for a moment, the longbow in her hand couldn't help but loosen, and the arrow from the string 'grabbed' and sank into the floor, while Wu Zihua looked at the iron arrow only an inch away from him with regret and shook his head and sighed lightly.

"What's going on Mordred?"

Faced with Erica's questioning, Mordred pointed to Wu Zihua and said: "Erica's ancestors, you have a deep belief in the law and justice in your heart, and once the concept of not lynching others is broken, then you will suffer the backlash of betraying your own dreams and always be uncomfortable in the world, this is exactly what this madman really wants, he is using the trajectory of your life to draw a true 'blood and ink painting'." ”

"Well, it's not good that women are too smart. ”

Wu Zihua looked at Mordred with a headache, and said regretfully.

Erica took another arrow from the quiver on the wall and put it on her teeth.

"Peace of mind, Mordred. Although I want to kill this guy countless times, I will endure it countless times, being interrogated by the law is the ultimate belonging of this guy, scumbag, what you say and what you do, have been recorded, in other words, you are finished, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to keep you at this time!"

"My life, you ladies and laity are not qualified to interrogate. ”

Wu Zihua stood up proudly, on a level line with everyone, but gave Erica the illusion that he was looking down, and then the madman slowly picked up the sheep's hair, and slashed it to his neck, the powerful tip of the special sheep's hair cut through the fragile skin and throat, and the sheep's hair that was full of blood in the first time was held tightly by the old man's hand, and drew an easy pattern in less than three seconds.

Erica also had to admit at this time that this madman's painting could indeed be called 'art', and the tragic and brutal interspersed attack power shocked her body and mind, giving her countless opportunities to stop it, but she subconsciously missed it, and could only look at the blood that gradually dispersed with stunned eyes.

This guy ...... He's dead?

In the sky above the room, the tall Heavenly Emperor staggered the goblet in his hand, and the blood-red liquid continued to roll in the cup, emitting a charming aroma.

It's just that Medie's attention was all on the body in the room, and the madman had mediated his position before he fell, and the blood was scattered along the trajectory of the body, gradually forming a nondescript, but extraordinarily permeable painting.

"This madman is just an ordinary person, even after his death, he is still constantly drawing the picture of the Emperor of Heaven that he dreams of. ”

The Emperor slowly closed the door and disappeared into the night sky with the siren blaring.

——

When Medi saw Erica again, it was the end of the day in prison.

There is no doubt that a great painter died in the policewoman's room, which is undoubtedly a huge piece of news, and Erica has been recording the whole process in order to collect evidence, so it has not been misunderstood.

"The court pronounced on the spot that the madman was guilty of fear and short-sightedness, and sentenced him to be guilty in a fair and public manner, and I was sentenced to stay here for five weeks because of my empty papers, possession of a replica gun, and violent threats and intimidation of others. ”

Facing Medi, who came to visit the prison, Erica, who was dressed as a prisoner, looked a little confused and listless.

"Much lighter than expected, is the judge an acquaintance of yours?"

Medi looked at the depressed girl in front of her with a little unaccustomed.

"According to them, because the other party invaded my room with the virus first, I was considered a half-legal defense, so I slightly reduced my sentence. ”

Erica's eyes were filled with a dazed look that made the people angry.

"I'd rather they keep me locked up for a little longer, I don't know what I can do when I get out at this time, and what face I should use to face it all, the person who killed my parents has been forced to death by me, but I can't relax at all. ”

"You should be a police officer again. ”

Medi said lightly: "Do you remember Hengyu interrogation? Because of your involvement in the interrogation of Wu Zihua by law, he has returned to normal life, I caught a glimpse of him burning all the painting objects before coming here, and you successfully saved the life of a person who will step into the evil path." ”

Erica lifted a slight amount of energy and asked Medic, "I remember that today is the day of the madman's funeral." ”

"That's true, what do you want to do?"

Medi narrowed her eyes at Erica.

"Bail me out. ”

Erica clenched her hand as if she was a little uneasy: "The madman is dead, my nightmare has not disappeared, on the contrary, it is getting worse and worse, even the medicine can't suppress it, there must be something in this that I don't notice." ”

"Enough is enough. ”

Medi shook her head: "The most important thing you should do at this time is to forgive yourself, forgive yourself who can only watch your parents die but be tired to stop you...... Okay, you didn't listen to it, so forget it, I'll say it another way. ”

The Heavenly Emperor's tone became grim: "Listen to my advice, don't go, if you go, you will regret it." ”

"Sure enough, what else did he leave behind?"

Erica clenched her fists: "Bail me out for a while, I can't tolerate the sin to continue." ”

"Are you sisters all stupid uncles who have inherited the same lineage?"

Medi sighed and muttered, "I don't care what happens next." ”

With money opening the way, Erica was quickly freed from prison, and then rushed to the funeral scene of Wu Zihua.

Although when Wu Zihua recommended himself, he said that he had no parents and no offspring, but his funeral was far more enthusiastic than ordinary people, and all kinds of relatives who couldn't beat the eight poles came to the door in turn, and each of them cried heartbreakingly, but how much of this cry is really worth figuring.

Among the people who don't know that it is for people and crying for wealth, Erica's existence is undoubtedly the most conspicuous, and it can even be said that it is precisely because of her that Wu Zihua will use the means of self-judgment to kill people, but the people here have all regarded Erica as the incarnation of the plague god, just try to avoid it, and do not plan to expel it. 1

It can be seen that no relative is worried about the old man's love. ”

A young man in mourning clothes arrived in front of Erica and Medi and smiled bitterly: "My teacher is really rotten in terms of being a person." ”

"Have you changed back to your form?"

Medi looked at Hengyu's intermediary with some confusion, and the other party seemed to have changed back to the way he was when he first met.

"It's so easy to come back. ”

Hengyu said with a wry smile: "I deeply regret that I didn't listen to your words at the beginning, and left from the Emperor of Heaven, at this time, my relationship with my parents and friends were all tossed and messed, and I can't get in touch without a long enough time, I plan to abandon painting and focus on repairing these related networks,"

"It's never too late to make amends. ”

Medi punned on Erica, who was trying to find out Wu Zi's back hand with the naked eye, regretting that she couldn't hear it anymore, and seeing this, Medi could only regretfully take a step behind...... The dignified funeral has begun.

As Wu Zihua's only internal protégé, Hengyu intermediary was fortunate to sit in the closest position to the crystal coffin where Wu Zihua was lying, he held a bouquet of flowers, walked to the crystal palace step by step, and then leaned down cautiously to dedicate the flowers to this teacher who gave him a dream to realize, but ruined his life to a mess.

Then he came down and replaced the next man to lay flowers...... That's how it should be.

Heng Yu intermediated motionless, staring blankly at Wu Zihua, who was lying in the crystal palace in silence, and then his hand began to tremble as if he was holding something.

In order to find this word, Wu Zihua killed 13 people ruthlessly, but at this time, Wu Zihua saw some 'scenery' that only his teacher could see from the death of his teacher

At this time, Hengyu's intermediary brain couldn't help but recall that night, the secret door, and the wonderful portraits painted with blood and ink behind the secret door, a kind of moving made him draw this impression at this time, at this time.

As a result of Medie's admonition, he had already burned all the subjects of his paintings, except for ......

The person presiding over the funeral looked at the Hengyu intermediary who had not come down for a long time, and after silently reciting a few words of true performance, he stepped forward to know what was wrong, and at this moment, the Hengyu intermediary stretched out his hand, and his teeth bit a big hole on his index finger, and then made a pen with his hand, and leaned over on the ground with a chilling smile on his face to write and draw.

There was no applause, no inspirational music, and no hugs, everyone looked at the happy and smiling Hengyu intermediary with panicked eyes.

At this time, the world was as dead and still, and even the parents of Hengyu Intermediary who felt extremely sorry for him were looking at him with the eyes of a monster, no...... He is the Emperor of Heaven.

In front of the crystal palace where the corpse of his mentor is still cold, the young man with blood on his face lets out a hearty laugh from hell, and this scene slowly freezes in Erica's eyes, forming another painting.

A blood-ink painting of the Emperor of Heaven.

Faced with the commotion in front of her, Medi took out her camera, filmed the scene, and then looked at the instant printout of her hand.

The young man squatted on top of the crystal coffin of his former mentor with his hands covered in blood, swaying with his bitten fingers dipped in blood, the corners of his mouth hung with an arc of pleasure of unknown significance, and his dedicated eyes flashed with a feverish look, matched with the frightened look of everyone who came to the funeral......

This is Wu Zihua's painting with human life, and his art succeeded in turning a normal person into a madman-like emperor.

Medi looked at Erica in disbelief and shook her head gently: "He would have run to your room to die in the first place, it was for this scene, whether it was to force you to kill him or demonize the intermediary, it would make his art come true, although I have warned the two of you, it seems that there is no influence." ”

"That is, did that guy's plot succeed?"

Erica looked at her hands stunned: "Instead of sanctioning him, I became the object of his painting and realized his dream?

"Let's be realistic. ”

Medi shrugged: "Your priority at this time is to keep an eye on this new madman, he will repeat the mistakes of the old madman, stopping him is your task, that's all, I'll go first." ”

Looking at Medi, who was not ambiguous and turned to leave, Erica clenched her fists and gritted her teeth and said, "No! It's not over yet! The Grand Duke asked me to see Wu Zihua, you have a way, right?"

Medi paused, looked at Erica's burning eyes, and shook her head slightly.

"Is it my advice that you don't want money, and you'll all take it as a deaf ear?, and if so, I'll really have to think about charging it...... Indeed, the soul of the old madman, who has sinned terribly, is now being punished in my hell, and this is the end of it. ”

"No! if it ends here, then it's all weird!"

Erica knelt on the ground tiredly, holding her head in her hands, and said sadly: "It's so strange, my family, my revenge, my liver fire, my confrontation, the scum trampled on all of me, and also exercised my dream to come true, and then escaped the trial of the law with his life...... It would be strange in any case if all this was over! ”

Faced with the girl's pleading, Medi pressed her temples and raised her hand too much, and the gates of hell slowly opened beside the two, and the huge suction dragged Erica into hell.

"I told you a long time ago that using imprecise means to do precise things will only get the opposite result, but since you are all so ignoring my advice, then I can't help it, you can do it yourself. ”

When Erica came back to her senses, she realized that she was in a gloomy cave.

Her blood feud, Wu Zihua was being tied to the top of the cave in a large font, and the red iron straw like a straw passed through his abdomen, directing his seemingly endless blood into a huge wine vat, a group of blood-eating blood clans, demons were salivating and waiting to enjoy.

As long as you can't satisfy the appetite of these demons for a day, then this old madman will be subjected to this inhuman punishment for a day.

Erica couldn't express her satisfaction with this punishment, because Wu Zihua was smiling at this time, even though the iron pipe kept churning in his body, squeezing fresh blood, and the intense sadness and pain were still laughing happily.

"That's right, he is being punished by the Emperor of Heaven in a high and righteous manner, and even the greater the intensity of the punishment, the happier he laughs. ”

Medi said lightly: "Because of the punishment, he knows that art is brilliantly realized, and the greater the punishment, the closer the art is to perfection." ”

Erica watched silently, her hands trembling at the same time.

"Stop, what can you do with him at this time?

Medi interrupted Erica's thoughts and offered a final word of advice, "Come back, it's not too late." ”

"Huh...... Ha ha...... And return?"

Erica smiled, sobbing as if she were sobbing, and then she held out her hand to Medi and whispered, "There's no going back, give me the contract, Archduke." ”

Medi looked at Erica squarely, then shook her head, and called out the Book of Contracts and pulled out the contracts that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Take it, just sign your name on it, and then you can deny his art, his all, and the price...... It's your confrontation, Erica, if you sign this contract, it means that you lynched this man, and your faith and dreams will collapse together. ”

Medi tried her best to do her best for Erica Dominion, Erica Mingming couldn't listen to anything anymore, her eyes were full of hatred, staring at Wu Zihua, and her hand holding the feather sheep stopped on the contract tremblingly.

At her side, Mordred watched with regret, she and her Heavenly Father had tried to stop it, but luck was still on track.