Chapter 220 Rebellion 05┃ The dead.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 220 Rebellion 05┃ The dead."

weight="95933"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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The patio below the building is very huge, like a modern medium-sized square, with spacious open spaces, pavilions and rockeries, and lively places like a market.

But everything always seems to be covered with dust, as if it had been eroded by the desert wind and sand some years ago, even if it is rebuilt, it is difficult to clean it.

"Like a relic." Shao Ling couldn't describe the mood at the moment. Everything in front of her was spectacular and frightening. "This place is like a newly unearthed underground city. Maybe there is something buried waiting for us to dig."

Mu Yiran listened to Shao Ling's description, feeling a little, but did not speak.

"This place is too big. If you just look for an autograph without clues, you probably won't find it in ten years." Wei Dong looked at this majestic city, and actually missed the ship from the previous painting. The ship and the sea are vast but simple, "Besides, there are too many NPCs..."

Luo Ling hugged the dog and shivered: "I don't want to stay here for ten years..."

"The beauty you want, let's just seven days." Wei Dong reminded Luo Ling mercilessly.

Luo Ling didn't say a word, and Xinchun cried.

Everyone looked at this magnificent and complicated building city, and they all wanted to cry without tears.

There is only one simple house in the painting that I clearly saw. Who knows that the structure of the house can be so complicated, and so many lively NPCs can live in, it is simply a sea of ​​people.

"Look, there are a lot of people gathered on the second floor platform." Du Lingyu pointed to a basketball court-sized platform on the second floor, where people were indeed crowded, and people on all floors seemed to be pouring in that direction.

"There is probably the place where the incident occurred," Qin Ci slowed down. "The deceased Xiayu whom the lamplighter said should be there."

"This is the first obvious clue drawn to us." Zhu Haowen also stopped, not planning to squeeze into the crowd.

"If this is a clue, is the signature on Yuxia's body? Are we going to find a signature on a corpse?" Cao Youning feels that his voice is not much like his own. Everything today is too illusory. I really hope this is just A dream.

"It's Xiayu," Xi Shengnan corrected him, "it's not Yuxia."

"This is just a person in the painting, and he is dead. It has nothing to do with us." Cao Youning was not in a good mood. He didn't even think about Xiayu or Yuxia at all. It felt like the so-called dead person in the painting was like When I was a child, my sister used to scare her white doll, with her hair scattered face down and dragged on the floor to crawl.

"Xiayu, why do I think this name is a bit familiar? If I remember correctly, the word should be flawless." Du Lingyu seemed to think of something, and turned to Xi Shengnan: "Sister Xi, I remember you In the novel..."

Xi Shengnan looked at everyone's gazes: "Maybe it's just a coincidence. There is a heroine in my novel called Xiayu, and that is my first novel."

Unexpectedly, Xi Shengnan is not only a photographer, but also a novelist.

"It's just a hobby." Xi Shengnan said lightly.

At this moment, a few people passed by the members, with the mentality of watching the excitement: "Xiayu girl is really pitiful, if I want to say, this name is unlucky, beautiful jade is flawed."

"Some of you said that there is still a set. If you can test the characters, what do you need those Wu adults to do." Another person said.

"Let's listen to what Master Wu said, the murderer can't escape Wu's eyes."

Several people talked and walked to the platform where the crowds gathered on the second floor.

"Miyu is flawless, Sister Xi, this is exactly the same as the name of the heroine you wrote." Du Lingyu's voice trembled slightly. He didn't understand how the painting got everyone's information, and he was able to capture the text written by the members.

Xi Shengnan's complexion is not very good, even if this is just a coincidence, it is also an unlucky coincidence.

"Sister Xi, how did Xiayu die in the novel?" Wei Dong asked.

Xi Shengnan twitched the corners of his mouth: "I didn't die, Xiayu didn't die in the novel, and finally achieved happiness with his own efforts."

I don't know why, Wei Dong feels that Xiayu's not dead is even more pathetic, and the wicked drawing and pushing seems to want to kill the happy and beautiful things for others to see.

"Maybe this is a coincidence, let's first find out what Xiayu's surname is here." Lu Heng was trying to comfort Xi Shengnan.

Xi Shengnan seemed a little daunted, his eyes rolled around in the crowd, and finally fell on Mu Yiran's face.

Mu Yiran: "The shorter the time we stay in the painting, the better. I suggest that we divide it into three groups now. One group will go back to the room where we live to find clues; the second group will walk around, even if there are no clues, you can understand this place The rules are fine; the last group went to the scene of the incident downstairs."

"Let's go down and take a look." Fang Fei said simply. At this moment, she has made simple changes to her clothes and tied the wide gauze for the toe cap tightly around her waist, and she looks very neat.

"I will go too!" Wei Dong followed closely.

Wei Dong's rare heroism and generosity, he looked at Luo Ling on the side dumbfounded, and Luo Ling whispered: "I won't go... I'm not used to corpses..."

Lu Heng said to Xi Shengnan: "Don't think too much, let's go to a few people to explore the wind."

Xi Shengnan wanted to go but was a little timid, so he nodded at this moment: "You pay attention to safety."

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran alternated their eyes, and went behind Wei Dong: "When did you get so fat? Dare to rush forward alone."

Now Wei Dong has indeed grown a lot, and he rarely calls for help "Kerr, big brother". Seeing Luo Ling's daily "Brother, brother-in-law" today reminds Wei Dong of who he once was.

"Charge forward alone?" Wei Dong pointed to Fang Fei who was walking ahead: "She is still quite courageous."

Ke Xun: "..."

Fang Fei walked in the forefront. The tunic cotton robe fits her well. Under the candlelight, the fabric of the cotton robe showed a matte alien pattern, and the round beads pattern contained flowers and birds.

Wei Dong looked at the patterns on his clothes. They were similar to everyone else: "I think the birds on this look like crows."

"It's unlucky to touch the wood." Ke Xun was expressionless.

"Fuck, are you Hao Wener upper body?" Wei Dong stopped talking as he said. Everyone has arrived on the second floor at this time. Someone in the front crowd seems to be arguing loudly.

— "It's him! It must be him! The Xiao family has always wanted to marry the Chu family, but now that hope is lost, he simply killed Xiayu!" It seems that someone is identifying the murderer.

People's eyes were almost focused on the face of a blushing young man. The young man's eyes flashed a few times, and then he defended himself: "Anyway, I didn't kill her. Even if the marriage fails, I don't need to kill."

Soon someone said: "You have said something like this, you said you can't get it, and others will never expect it! Many of us were present when you said this!"

"I..." The young man was speechless for a while.

These people's voices are loud, and Ke Xun can hear them clearly when standing outside the crowd.

Wei Dong couldn't help but whispered to Ke Xun: "Why is this plot so bloody? It's a bit like a dog blood drama written by a third-rate editor in the 00s..."

"Don't say that, Sheng Nan is a serious writer." Lu Heng standing aside suddenly said.

The information content of this sentence is not small. Ke Xun turned his face to look at Lu Heng. Fang Fei, who was standing in front of a few people, also turned his head: "You mean, what happened now is consistent with the plot in the book? "

Wei Dong also expressed surprise: "Have you read that book? Female novel?"

Fang Fei's eyes floated from Wei Dong's face: Is this the point...

Lu Heng first responded to Wei Dong’s words: “Yes, I have read it. It was Sheng Nan’s debut work, which was published on the website of a Women’s Literature City. The audience was very average. It may be that the plot was not ups and downs enough, but it wrote Real feelings..."

"My buddy said the point." Wei Dong reminded.

Lu Heng cleared his throat in embarrassment: "The heroine Xiayu, also surnamed Chu, had a marriage contract with the Xiao family before. Later, the Xiao family declined and the Chu family unilaterally terminated the marriage contract."

The young man identified by the crowd came from the Xiao family. Based on the analysis of the people’s speech, he had a marriage contract with the deceased Xiayu, and he once said in front of everyone the cruel words of'I ask but I can’t, it is better to kill. When he came out as evidence, Xiao Lang couldn't argue.

Several people listened to Lu Heng's words, and were quiet for a while. Fang Fei first looked at Ke Xun: "I don't believe that this painting will be like the last time, we have to read our inner world one by one."

Ke Xun thought for a while and asked Lu Heng: "Did Xi Shengnan know the photographer Bi Di before?"

"I don't think I know each other. Bi Di has passed away in the 90s. Besides, the cities where these two people live are also very far apart. It is unlikely that they will overlap." Lu Heng hesitated for a while, and added: "The only one The intersection is probably photography."

But why did the first clue given by the painting choose Xi Shengnan's novel? If Xi Shengnan has no special relationship with the painter, will the scene like today appear in every member in the future?

Ke Xun looked at Fang Fei: "I don't believe that this painting will go the same way as a painting, to dig deep into the inner information of each member."

Wei Dong vaguely saw the dead Xiayu lying there through the silhouette of the river, covered with gray cloth, with dark red blood oozing out from under the cloth, and the blood flow was like a gelled creek, stopped. In one direction, as if intending to identify the murderer.

Wei Dong's heart trembled and he got a little closer to Ke Xun before he felt a little at ease.

"I feel that this painting is only based on the novel written by Sister Xi, and a lot of changes have been made. Sister Xi just said that the heroine is not dead at all and she has lived a happy life." Wei Dong said of herself "This story has developed to the present and has little to do with that novel."

Lu Heng pursed his slightly thick lips. Under the candlelight, his facial features are closer to those of Southeast Asians: "This is Sheng Nan's first novel. She has revealed before that it is almost a semi-autobiographical novel. I heard that many writers’ first novels are somewhat autobiographical."

The flickering candlelight was as vague and ominous as Lu Heng said-autobiography, isn't the deceased Xiayu the incarnation of Xi Shengnan himself.

The candle flame jumped more and more fiercely, but the crowd suddenly calmed down. A gust of wind rushed towards their faces with aura, and someone was whispering: "Master Wu is here."