Su Benxin's voice continued: "...Etsuko killed Saburo with a hoe, she said: He tortured me, this end is the inevitable retribution for his torture of me. No one is allowed to torture me. No one can torture me. "
The lights in the dining room went out two more with Su Benxin's words, and even had the effect of candlelight.
It's an uncomfortable story.
Wei Dong: "After talking for so long, we didn't discuss the painting. Does this novel have anything to do with that painting?"
"What exactly does the crimson beast in the book refer to? If it is a portrayal of Etsuko's heart, then the huge red mass on the screen that looks like an internal organ seems to have an explanation." Zhao Yanbao spoke.
"But, where can we find such a heart? A heart of 13,000 grams." Zhi Chun looked at Qin Ci, "A normal person's heart is only 250 grams."
Everyone was silent, but Luo Wei got up slowly: "It's ten o'clock, it's time to go back to bed."
The matter has already been discussed at this stage, and only relying on imagination and speculation out of thin air will not lead to any further discussion.
Everyone stood up reluctantly, as if the dim dining table in front of them was the safest place in the city.
"If there is a real danger, how should we deal with it?" Yu Ji, the painter, asked with a little hesitation.
"When the camera moves, the plan is calculated." Qin Ci returned eight words to him.
These eight effective words seem to be used at any dangerous moment, but in a city slowly swallowed by night, any advice seems like scripted empty words.
Everyone reluctantly walked out of the restaurant one after another and went to their own residences.
The street in the middle of the night was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers. Ke Xun looked at a tree of snow-white flowers on the street: "The temperature here is similar to that outside the painting. I always thought it was still autumn, but I didn't expect it to be spring in the painting."
The snow-white flowers come from a tree of Magnolia japonica, and the blossoming white flowers are extraordinarily splendid in the dark night.
This blossoming tree is an extra surprise in the painting.
Ke Xun stood still under this tree, but Mu Yiran didn't insist on going forward. It seemed that he wanted to stay and enjoy the flowers together.
After all, the hospital and the detective's office are a little farther away. The two groups of people walked back along the street, and the staggered street lamps made people's shadows messy.
Weidong Luowei and Lion were not in the mood to enjoy the flowers, so they went back to the police station dormitory first, but Xiao Qinxian didn't rush 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 heard just now, 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 what the woman said.
"This time is different from the past," Mu Yiran opened his palm, and a large snow-white petal fell on his palm, "Before, whether it was a village, a farm, or a bungalow, there would be a clearer range. This time there is no focus."
Thirteen people were scattered into three quarters, which had never happened before.
"The characters in the whole city are all very real, whether it's the policeman in the police station or the waiter in the restaurant just now," Ke Xun thought back carefully about the paintings he had experienced before, "If you go deeper, only those people in the Spring Bamboo Apartment have the same experience. Similar truth."
"In this way, there are probably only two possibilities. One is that the rank of the painting is improving, and the complexity and difficulty are gradually increasing; It's about a curse."
Ke Xun listened to Mu Yiran's words and thought for a while: "In the spring bamboo shoots apartment, the Xixiang Art Museum was built directly on the ruins of the Tongzi Building, and under the influence of the painting, it is possible that some kind of 'field' was created. But this time, the city in front of me is obviously different from the third-tier old city where the Benxin Art Museum is located.”
Ke Xun looked at Xiao Qinxian not far away, the thin figure was a little lonely, and the cigarette at his fingertips lingered in the backlight of the street lamp.
"The difficulty of painting is increasing." Ke Xun said.
"As soon as I enter the Benxin Art Museum, it makes people feel that something is wrong," Mu Yiran tried to say something he was not sure about, which was absolutely impossible before meeting Ke Xun, "We used to be in any art museum before. The museums are almost all drawn in batches, with a strong randomness.”
Indeed, Ke Xun and Wei Dong were chosen by this unfortunate randomness. There were two people missing in the painting, and two people who walked into the hall would make up for it.
"Yan Ran, what do you mean, this time 'Painting' is selecting people?" Ke Xun asked.
"Except for Su Benxin and Lion who came in last, the remaining 11 people lingered in front of the painting "The Scarlet Beast" for a long time."
"Could it be that Hua is looking for people who are interested in it?" Ke Xun felt that the night wind was getting colder—the ability and level of 'Painting' were improving. This time, it was undoubtedly a behavior of the main animal.
"Or, it is a certain type of person that it is more interested in." Mu Yiran looked at Xiao Qinxian who was lonely, stepped on the cigarette butt, and walked back to the police station alone.
Although there are street lights, the street still reveals the boundless darkness of a cosmic void.
The detective office and the central hospital are not far from here, within a 10-minute walk.
"Let's go back as well, after eleven o'clock, some things are not easy to grasp." Ke Xun brushed off the large petals that fell on his head, and tilted his head to look at Mu Yiran, "It's not like our dormitory. Hot water is available 24 hours a day.”
Mu Yiran narrowed his eyes and walked back side by side with Ke Xun.
"What did you observe from Luo Wei?" Ke Xun asked suddenly.
Mu Yi paused for a while, and then slowly said: "Luo Wei did something that was out of the norm."
Ke Xun recalled carefully: "You mean, take the initiative to borrow a pen and paper from the service desk in the restaurant? Also take the initiative to turn on a lot of lights for everyone to illuminate? Too proactive and thoughtful?"
If you think about it, it is.
Before Li Yaqing's death, Luo Wei was not an all-rounder. Although he had the meticulous logic unique to science students, he was not good at doing these things before and after running; after Li Yaqing's death, this person said less , All day long, Luo Wei in this state is even less likely 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 very bad, but he didn't know where to start to understand the whole thing: "You say, is Luo Wei's abnormality passive or active?"
Although life is equal, Ke Xun does not want the old members to have an accident - Luo Wei and everyone have experienced life and death once, and they are already brothers.
Mu Yiran still had a light expression, but patted Ke Xun's shoulder with his palm: "Doctor Qin said that when the camera moves, the plan will be calculated."
"Um."
Back in the dormitory, there was still the smell of a lady's cigarette in the corridor.
No one was using the bathroom at the moment, Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran to wash first, and he went into Weidong's room next door.
Luo Wei was sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his hair with a towel, and Lion was pulled by Wei Dong to chat—"...don't do anything to be an artist, really...what's the matter? I searched through Baidu and found so many pigeon heads, those raptor's eyes, Guys, I bit the corner of the towel and endured it for three hours... Finally, the client chose a ruin painted by Hitler as the sign of the pigeon hall... Don't be an artist, listen to my buddy, take a scalpel Open a gym and stay at home, don’t do art work!”
Ke Xun stepped forward, crossed the broad body of his international friend, and directly touched Wei Dong's forehead: "It's okay, it's like drinking too much."
Lion smiled kindly and said, "Dongzi is really tall this time. He had half a cocktail in the restaurant."
"That's not true. Although the amount of Dongzi is not large, it's no problem to have 52 degrees of whiteness." Ke Xun saw his Tiezi babble over and fell asleep.
"I called from the hospital apartment just now. That painter named Yu Ji drank a glass of beer and is now drunk." Luo Wei stood up shirtless and closed the window. Because there was no change of clothes such as work clothes, he could only wrap a white bath towel underneath.
"When you guys are all done cleaning up, I'll go take a break." Luo Wei said to Ke Xun.
"Sure, you have to wear pants." Ke Xun said.
"to make."
…
Although the dormitory is simple, it is clean and tidy.
After taking a shower, there was no pajamas to change, so Ke Xun and Mu Yiran put on police uniforms and trousers for the time being, while Luo Wei pitifully changed back to his daytime clothes.
"Everyone is asleep?" Ke Xun asked.
"The two in our room are asleep, and the light in the girl's room next door is still on." Luo Wei said here, his eyes fixed, looking at the two companions in front of him: "You can see the tear mole at the corner of her eye. ?"
"Who?" Ke Xun asked back.
"The girl next door, Xiao Qinxian." Luo Wei increased his tone.
"Tear mole? I didn't notice it, did you?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, who was sitting across from the bed, and saw that the other party also expressed denial.
Luo Wei gestured with his hand on his face: "Just under the corner of the right eye, it is about the size of a soybean, and it is red."
Mu Yiran said with certainty: "I didn't see it." - A tear mole the size of a soybean, it should be very obvious.
"Does that tear mole help us in our later analysis?" Ke Xun said bluntly - Luo Wei's expression is really nervous now.
Luo Wei sat on the edge of Ke Xun's bed, with his elbows on his knees, and lightly touched his forehead with his hand: "Not just Xiao Qinxian, many people have it."
This sentence was said in the middle of the night, which made people feel a little creepy, and Ke Xun's heart tightened: "You mean tear mole? Who has it? Did you see it?"
"Not only tear moles, but also some other red marks that appear on the face like birthmarks, mostly on the forehead," Luo Wei's hand still stayed on the forehead above his right eyebrow, "For example, this position, A red birthmark the size of a broad bean."
"What did you see?" Mu Yiran asked.
"Yes, in the restaurant just now."
"You turned on all the lights for an excuse just to see these clearly?"
"Yes," Luo Wei was not surprised that Mu Yiran saw through himself, "I can see more clearly when I turn on the light, all kinds of red marks on those people's faces."
At this time, Ke Xun was the closest to Luo Wei and couldn't help but ask, "Do I have it on my face too?"