"elder sister!"

The headless female ghost didn't even think about it, she turned and ran to the remnant of the woman in white. She looked up and down her sister's body, which tended to materialize, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"I've said it all, I'm a serious soul-fixing pill."

Wen Liang reluctantly turned his sore neck. He seemed very dissatisfied with the feeling of being untrusted. He stuffed the wooden box back into his bag. He turned his head and glanced at Ji Duan, pretending to be unintentional.

What was going on in his heart was revealed on his face.

Ji Duan didn't mean to pay attention to Wen Liang. He silently dragged Xie Jin behind him, trying to keep a safe distance from Xie Jin and a certain Taoist priest as much as possible.

But it is strange to say that since the body of the woman in white has undergone significant changes, the headless female ghost has no more extreme behavior.

She just kept the posture that did not belong to her own head, and crouched beside the woman in white, her limbs were a little uncoordinated, and she was even inexplicably funny.

Wen Liang looked at them, and a sly light flashed in his eyes: "I said you two sisters have been dating for so long, are you okay?"

"What the hell is this guy trying to do?" Ji Duan grabbed Xie Jin and watched from a distance. He watched Wen Liang jumping in front of the headless female ghost, and he didn't understand what the hell was going on in this person's mind.

Xie Jin also followed his line of sight to look at Wen Liang. The man didn't know if he was really afraid or because he had the confidence to get closer to the sisters.

"What do you want to do?" The headless female ghost's pale man's face turned hideous again. She was like a snake that didn't cover her heat, and she confided a scarlet letter to Wen Liang.

She is not stupid. This man who is a Taoist priest helped them for no reason. He must have some purpose. No one will help them for no reason. She understands this truth.

Just when everyone's attention was on the headless female ghost, the woman in white suddenly said, "Yingying."

Her voice is very in line with her own, not like Li Gui's deep resentment, but with a bit of gentleness, it sounds very nice.

The grim face of the headless female ghost suddenly calmed down, and she could see that she listened to her sister's words very much. She was a little puzzled why her sister was so relieved about this Taoist priest, so she could only sigh helplessly.

"I'm sorry, my sister is impatient." Probably because she had just recovered her language function, the woman spoke very slowly, but her words were clear.

There was a shallow smile on her beautiful face, and even as a remnant, she was not afraid to meet Wen Liang's gaze, "Thank you for helping me fulfill my wish and releasing me from the frame."

"Hands up." Wen Liang also responded with a smile, no one noticed the darkening in his gray-blue eyes, and complex and unknown emotions flashed through them.

With the woman in white by her side, the headless ghost seemed to be much more at ease, Ji Duan slowly let go of his vigilance and dragged Xie Jin forward a few steps.

"Have you offended anyone? Why are you sealed in this oil painting?" Ji Duan had a straight personality, and with preconceived notions, he asked suddenly.

This remnant soul, whose situation is even more unstable than herself, doesn't know what happened to her before her death, but you can guess from the severed finger that she must have encountered very bad things before her death, and it is even more likely that she will be killed after her death. Murderer dismembered.

After experiencing these vicious things, the woman in white has not become a ghost, which is the biggest reason why Ji Duan is more curious.

The woman's long hair draped over her shoulders fell slightly, covering half of her face. She seemed to have remembered something painful. Her pale, bloodless lips pursed and pursed, and finally said.

"I'm a 15th-level student of the Chinese Painting Department. My name is Qu Ting. The one next to me is my cousin Qu Wan."

Qu Ting raised his hand and gently hooked his sister's neck beside her. Her hand was very graceful, and her skin was almost as pale as snow, making Qu Ting look like a patient who had not recovered for a long time.

The slender fingers crossed the man's face, Qu Ting's expression was a little sad, as if the cause of her death was an unspeakable secret, hidden in the deepest part of the heart, once it was mentioned, it would be cut out together with the heart, in order to analyze the bloody the truth.

"Sister...Sister..." Qu Ting turned the strange face in his hands, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be a little brighter.

This head is now being manipulated by the headless female ghost Qu Wan. It is her desire to affect this long-dead thing, and she also wants to get the truth from her sister, the truth that she pursued for so long but to no avail.

Qu Ting felt his sister's thoughts, and the cold arm that was hooked on Qu Wan's neck couldn't help but tighten her strength.

The heart that had already stopped beating was aching at this moment, Qu Wan was silent for a moment and made a decision: "Well, only me and the murderer who killed me know about this."

Qu Ting's voice was low, she lowered her head, and slowly recounted what happened to her during her lifetime.

"I am a student of the 15th grade Chinese Painting Department of the Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts. In my sophomore year, at the request of a teacher in the Oil Painting Department, I became a model in his class."

"It was not easy for my family to enroll me in the Academy of Fine Arts, and the fee he gave was very generous, so I just hesitated and agreed. At that time, I was just 20 years old, and Yingying was only a high school student. pregnancy."

Qu Ting took a deep look at the broken stump on her sister's neck. The uneven wound was worse than her own experience in her opinion.

"In the beginning, everything was normal. The oil painting that the teacher drew with me as a model also won the second prize in the competition of the Art Association. It was the painting of me wearing a red dress outside the door."

There was a bit of resentment in Qu Ting's eyes, as if referring to the painting that had trapped her for many years, it was no worse than that person's behavior back then.

"Gradually, there were fewer and fewer students sketching in the teacher's class. I don't know why, but I was asked to wear less and less clothes. In the end, there was only one teacher left in the studio, and he wanted me to be his nude model. "

"Nude models are the default taboos of our students. Even if someone can devote their lives to art, it is inevitable that there will be people who spread foul language behind their backs, so even if you invite nude models, most of them are from outside the school."

It may be that her mood fluctuated greatly, and Qu Ting's stable body began to appear and disappear again. The memories sealed in the depths of her mind stimulated her, and her obsession was screaming in pain.

"But that guy, he coaxed me into saying that it's okay, as long as no one knows that the model is me, he offered three times the price than before. Driven by the psychological drive of profit and luck, I was finally driven by him. Moved."

"There were only me and him in that oil painting room. He didn't say a word when he was creating, but I had a creepy feeling with my back to him. My eyes were like sharp knives, slashing my back inch by inch."

"It's almost the time when he just got into shape. He suddenly got up and wrapped me around from behind. He bit my ear and said let's be together."

Qu Ting's body shuddered, recalling the fear that hit her heart. The chill seemed to be unable to shake off leeches and adhered to every inch of her skin.

"I pushed him with my elbow and wanted to resist. That beast was very strong. One arm was between my neck and I couldn't move."

"I was pressed by him on the still life stage, the disgusting big hand was swimming around my private parts, and I could still feel his drooling mouth trying to get closer."

Qu Ting raised her head, her left eye was slowly drenched in blood, and the spirit of the headless female ghost beside her was also very unstable. After she heard what happened to her sister, the head on her neck had begun to twist and swell, as if falling down. It will explode in a second.

"I lifted my leg and pushed between his legs, taking advantage of his pain to break free, but the studio was locked and the key was with him, and I still couldn't get out."

"So I chose to defend myself to the death, I grabbed a sharp-pointed scraper, and when the beast rushed over, I stabbed the scraper into his eyes... But I finally underestimated the man's strength, I only hurt He had one eye, and he took my life."

Qu Ting's other eye was also dyed red, and he told about his experience before his death, which made this remnant soul's obsession tend to turn into a ghost.

"He grabbed me by the neck and carried me into the air. The air started to get hot, and the oxygen in my brain was rapidly draining. Before I completely lost consciousness, I saw his almost crazy face."

"He said that I was a stinky bitch, that I had taken off my clothes and set up an archway. Did he think he didn't give enough money? He also said that when I died, he would be his own, and even if he did anything he wanted, he wouldn't be punished. found out."

Qu Ting's voice was a little out of tune, and as her body began to change, the temperature in the room was lower than before, her resentful and vicious face looked at Wen Liang: "You say, am I really wrong? "

The girl who worked hard to support her family during her lifetime was toyed with and applauded by the animal teacher, and finally died of insults and bullying.

"You're right, it's the beast who's wrong." Wen Liang's voice was flat, and he looked at Qu Ting BaN calmly, with a little more pity in his eyes.

Qu Ting paused, and then said, "It wasn't until my soul stagnated on the side, looking at my limp body that I fell down, that I realized that I was dead."

"Looking at the misdeeds he did to my body, I wanted to pounce on him and choke him, so that he could feel my pain, but my body was completely empty. I couldn't touch him, and I couldn't avenge myself."

"I watched him transport my body in a black garbage bag for dismemberment. He got a plaster pouring tool, used a special deodorant method to put my stump in it, and filled it with plaster liquid. "

"He hid your corpse in a plaster?" Ji Duan asked Xie Jin's pale face as he blurted out.

Dismembering and hiding corpses, obviously that bullshit teacher is very familiar with a series of operations, and Ji Duan has a faint idea in his mind.

Perhaps it was not just Qu Ting who was the victim of the female student. Before her, there were probably more people who had encountered the devil's claws, but they were well disguised by the beast and not exposed.

"Do you remember where those plaster casts were hidden by him?" Wen Liang frowned at this time, and he seemed to have not seen someone more vicious than Li Gui for a long time.

Qu Ting nodded, resentment lingering in her eyes, only to hear her say fiercely: "It's in Class 109 on the first floor, where he still teaches, and now he should be bringing students from Class 19, Class 3."

Class 3 of 19?

Wen Liang looked at Ji Duan and Xie Jin behind him, all three of them had strange expressions.

Class 19, Class 3 is Su Xiaoxiao's class. Could it be the professor Liu who killed Qu Ting and brutally divided his body?

I won't describe the S's method in detail. After all, the positioning of this book is not criminal investigation. Please forgive me