Chapter 159 Scarlet Beast 06┃ Red tear mole.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 159 Scarlet Beast 06┃ Red tear mole."

weight="95872"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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Su Benxin's voice continued: "... Etsuko killed Saburo with a hoe. She said: He tortured me, this kind of fate is the inevitable retribution for him torturing me. No one is allowed to torture me. No one can torture me. I."

Two of the lights in the restaurant went out with the end of Su Benxin's voice, even with some candlelight effect.

This is an uncomfortable story.

Wei Dong: "After talking for so long, we didn't discuss painting. Does this novel have anything to do with that painting?"

"What does the scarlet beast in the book refer to? If it is a portrayal of Yuezi's heart, then the huge viscera-like red on the screen seems to have an explanation." Zhao Yanbao was speaking .

"But, where do we go to find such a heart? 13,000 grams of heart." Ji Sun looked at Qin Ci, "A normal human heart is only 250 grams."

Everyone was silent, but Rowe slowly got up: "It's ten o'clock, it's time to go back to bed."

The matter has been discussed to this stage, only relying on imagination and guesswork out of thin air, there will be no results if we continue to talk about it.

Everyone stood up reluctantly, as if the dim dining table in front of them was the safest place in the city.

"If it is really dangerous, how should we deal with it?" the painter Yu Ji asked somehow.

"When the camera moves, it will count." Qin Ci replied to him.

These eight effective words seem to be used for any dangerous knots, but in a city slowly swallowed by night at this moment, any advice is like empty words based on scriptures.

Everyone reluctantly walked out of the restaurant and went to their own residences.

The streets in the middle of the night were filled with a faint fragrance of flowers. Ke Xun looked at the snow-white flowers of a tree on the side of the street: "The temperature here is about the same as outside the painting. I always thought it was still autumn. I didn't expect that the painting was actually spring."

The snow-white flowers come from a tree of Wangchun magnolia, and the blossoming white flowers are especially brilliant in the dark night.

This blossoming tree became an extra surprise in the painting.

Ke Xun stood still under the tree and Mu Yiran did not insist on walking forward, it seems that he wanted to stay and enjoy the flowers together.

After all, the hospital and the detective office were a little farther away. Two groups of people walked back along the street, and the staggered street lights made people's shadows messy.

Wei Dong Rowe and Lion were not in the mood to enjoy the flowers, so they went back to the police dormitory first, but Xiao Qinxian was not in a hurry to go back, but lit a cigarette in front of the police station.

It is said that women who smoke often have stories, but compared to the story of Etsuko I just heard, the stories of the women next to them have become warm and ordinary.

Mu Yiran and Ke Xun stood under the magnolia tree and didn't mind the woman hearing what they said.

"This time is different from the past," Mu Yiran opened his palm, and there was a large snow-white petal falling on his palm. "Before it was a village, a farm, or a tube house, there would always be a clearer range. Time but no center of gravity."

Thirteen people were scattered to three residences, which had never happened before.

"The characters in the entire city are very real, whether it is the policeman in the police station or the waiter in the restaurant just now," Ke Xun carefully recalled the paintings he had experienced before. "If you go deeper, only those people in the spring apartment have Similar truth."

"In this way, there are probably only two possibilities. One is that the level of the painting is improving, and the complexity and difficulty are gradually increased; the other is similar to the one in the spring apartment-this special experience may be combined Some kind of curse related."

Ke Xun listened to Mu Yiran's words and thought about it: "At the time of Chunsun Apartment, the Rhino Elephant Art Museum was built directly on the ruins of the tube building. Under the influence of the painting, some kind of'field' may have been produced. Coincident... But this time, the city in front of you is clearly different from the third-tier old city where the Benxin Art Museum is located."

Ke Xun looked at Xiao Qinxian who couldn't be far away. The thin figure was a little lonely, with cigarettes at his fingertips swirling in the backlight of the street lamp.

"The difficulty of painting is increasing." Ke Xun said.

"As soon as I entered the Benxin Art Museum, it made people feel that something was wrong," Mu Yiran tried to say that he was not sure about it. This was impossible before meeting Ke Xun. "We were in any art museum before. , Almost all of them are painted in batches, with strong randomness."

Indeed, Ke Xun and Wei Dong were selected by this unlucky randomness at the beginning, and there are still two people left in the painting, so two people walking in the progress hall will make up for them.

"Yiran, you mean, this time'painting' is choosing people?" Ke Xun asked.

"Except for Su Benxin and Lion who came in last, the remaining 11 people have wandered in front of the "Scarlet Beast" for a long time."

"Is painting looking for people who are interested in it?" Ke Xun felt that the night breeze was getting colder-the ability and level of'painting' were improving. This time it was undoubtedly an act of prey to animals.

"Or, a certain type of person it is more interested in." Mu Yiran looked at the lonely Xiao Qinxian, had already trampled on the cigarette butt, and walked back to the police station alone.

Although there are street lights, the streets still reveal the boundless darkness of the void of the universe.

The detective office and the central hospital are not far from here, and can be reached within 10 minutes on foot.

"Let's go back too. After eleven o'clock, some things are not easy to grasp." Ke Xun brushed off the large petals on his head, tilted his head and looked at Mu Yiran, "Our dorm is not 24. Hot water is provided every hour."

Mu Yiran squinted his eyes and walked back side by side with Ke Xun.

"What did you observe from Rowe?" Ke Xun asked suddenly.

Mu Yiran paused, then slowly said, "Rowe did something unconventional."

Ke Xun recalled carefully: "You mean, take the initiative to borrow paper and pen at the restaurant service counter? You also take the initiative to turn on a lot of lights for everyone to light it? Too proactive and comprehensive?"

If you think about it, it is.

Before Li Yaqing's death, Rowe was not a comprehensive person. Although he had the peculiar logic of science students, he was not good at doing these things before and after running; after Li Yaqing's death, this person talked less. In this state, Rowe is even less able to serve everyone comprehensively.

Mu Yiran affirmed Ke Xun's statement: "Besides, he also carefully observed everyone's expressions, which is really uncharacteristic."

Ke Xun felt bad, but he didn't know where to start to understand the whole thing: "You said, is Rowe's abnormality passive or active?"

Although life is equal, Ke Xun does not want the old members to have an accident-Rowe and everyone have experienced life and death once and are already brothers.

Mu Yiran still has a faint expression, but the palm of his hand pats Ke Xun's shoulder: "Doctor Qin said, the camera moves, and the plan is calculated."

"Ok."

Back in the dormitory, there was still the smell of a lady's cigarette in the corridor.

The bathroom is currently unused. Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran to wash it first, and he went into the Wei Dong room next door.

Rowe was sitting on the bed and wiping his hair with a towel. Lion was pulled by Wei Dong and chatting—"...Don't do anything as an art artist, really...I found so many pigeon heads on Baidu for me, that bird of prey. My eyes, you guys, I was biting on the corner of the towel for three hours... In the end, the customer suffocated his fart and chose a ruin painted by Hitler as the sign of the pigeon hall... Don’t be an artist, listen to buddies My son, take a scalpel and open the gym at home and don’t do art work!"

Ke Xun stepped forward, stepped over the broad body of the international friend, and directly touched Wei Dong's forehead: "It's okay, it's like drinking too much."

Lion smiled kindly: "Dongzi is really tall this time. He tasted half a cocktail in the restaurant."

"It's not enough. Although Dongzi's volume is not large, it's okay to be four or two 52 degrees white." Ke Xun saw his Tiezi whispering and turning over to sleep.

"Just now the hospital apartment called. The painter named Yu Ji drank a glass of beer and is now drunk." Rowe stood up and closed the window, because there was no change of clothes such as work clothes, only a white bath towel could be wrapped underneath.

"When you are all finished, I will go to rest for a while." Rowe said to Ke Xun.

"Sure, you have to wear pants." Ke Xun said.

"to make."

...

Although the dormitory is simple, it is still clean and tidy.

After taking a shower, there was no change of pajamas. Ke Xun and Mu Yiran temporarily wore police shirts and trousers, while Rowe pitifully changed back to the day clothes.

"People are all asleep?" Ke Xun asked.

"Both of our rooms are asleep, and the girl next door's room is still lit." Rowe said here, his eyes condensed, and looked at the two partners in front of him: "Can you see the tear mole on the corner of her eye? ?"

"Who?" Ke Xun asked back.

"The girl next door, Xiao Qinxian." Rowe increased his tone.

"Mole of tears? I didn't pay attention, did you?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran who was sitting across from the bed.

Rowe made gestures on his face with his hands: "Just under the corner of his right eye, it's about the size of a soybean and red."

Mu Yiran affirmed: "I didn't see it."-A mole as big as a yellow bean, that should be obvious.

"Does the mole of tears help us later in the analysis?" Ke Xun said bluntly-Rowe's current expression is really a bit nervous.

Rowe was sitting on the edge of Ke Xun's bed, putting his elbows on his knees, and gently touching his forehead with his hands: "Not just Xiao Qinxian, many people have them."

This sentence was said in the middle of the night, which made people feel a little creepy. Ke Xun's heart was tight: "You mean the mole? Who has it? You saw it?"

"Not only tear moles, but also some other red marks, appearing on the face like birthmarks, mostly on the forehead," Rowe's hand still rests on his forehead above his right eyebrow, "For example, at this position, appear A red birthmark the size of a broad bean."

"Did you see?" Mu Yiran asked.

"Yes, it was in the restaurant just now."

"You turn on all the lights for an excuse to see these clearly?"

"Yes," Rowe was not surprised by Mu Yiran seeing through himself. "When you turn on the light, you can see more clearly, the various red marks on the faces of those people."

At this time, Ke Xun was the closest to Rowe, and couldn't help asking: "Does I have it on my face too?"