Ke Xun felt that Luo Wei's eyes were observing him like a high-precision scanner, and finally made a conclusion: "No, you don't have it on your face."
"Then, what about Yi Ran?"
"Neither did he." Luo Wei's eyes swept over Mu Yiran lightly, and it seemed that he had carefully observed the other party.
Although he still couldn't figure out what those red marks were, Ke Xun was still relieved, at least in the face of unknown danger, Mu Yiran was the same as himself.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran stopped talking, quietly waiting for Luo Wei to reveal what he saw—
"There are some people like the two of you, their faces are the same as before they were painted. But others..." Rowe's voice was slightly hoarse.
"The first person I found with red marks was Xiao Qinxian. Just after we went back to the dormitory in the afternoon, I found that there was an obvious red mole under her eyes. Although I had not carefully observed this person before, I always felt that This tear mole appeared unexpectedly. - That red, is a red that can kill all the surrounding colors."
Ke Xun did not see such red with his own eyes. In his imagination, it was probably like the corpse of the little girl in the red dress who was pushed on the garbage truck in the movie "Schindler's List".
Luo Wei said with a sneer, "Probably Xiao Qinxian sensed that I was looking too inquisitively, and had doubts and disgust towards me."
"What about the others?" Mu Yiran asked.
"In front of the restaurant, I found that Chi Lei and Zhi Chun had red birthmarks of different sizes on their foreheads. At that time, I felt something was wrong until I saw Dr. Qin."
"Qin Ci?" Ke Xun never expected that Qin Ci would also be caught.
"Yes, half of Dr. Qin's forehead is covered by something like a dark red birthmark. It's a very old and heavy red, and it's different from other people's colors." Luo Wei touched himself subconsciously. "The traces of the others are mostly bright red and attached to the foreheads, only Xiao Qinxian is under the eyes."
Ke Xun couldn't come back to his senses for a long time because he heard Qin Ci's name.
"Who else is there?" Mu Yiran asked.
"Zhu Haowen's eyebrows have a bright red spot like a red bean, Yu Ji's is above his forehead, like a willow leaf, and the color is darker." Luo Wei recalled carefully, "Now take out the pen and paper, I should be able to put The shape of these people's birthmarks is roughly drawn."
Mu Yiran was not in a hurry to get a pen and paper, and seemed to want to straighten things out first: "According to the order you just said: Xiao Qinxian, Zhichun, Chi Lei, Qin Ci, Zhu Haowen, Yu Ji, these six people? ?"
Luo Wei's voice was a little low: "There is one more."
"Who?"
"I."
There was a bit of surprise in Mu Yiran's eyes.
Luo Wei's fingers never left the position of his right forehead: "It's in this place, a piece as big as a broad bean, darker in color, but slightly brighter than Dr. Qin's piece."
Ke Xun approached Luo Wei and looked at the place he pointed for a long time, but he couldn't see anything: "Why can you see alone?" - The eyes of the others seemed to have turned on the red shield.
"Probably because I'm the only one outside the city," Rowe said.
"But, why do people outside the city have red marks on their foreheads?" Ke Xun asked again, "When did you discover this?"
"I saw it in the bathroom mirror. When I first saw it, I was shocked. I didn't expect that I had it too." Luo Wei slowly got up, walked to the window, stuck his head out, and found that Xiao Qinxian's window was still lit. With the light on, Rowe turned around and leaned back against the window, his face clean under the light—at least in the eyes of the 'city folks'.
"If I had opened my eyes to the sky, it should have started from the moment I got the foreigner's certificate. Unfortunately, my mood was completely entangled in my own special identity, and I didn't pay attention to the faces of the people around me." Luo Wei This time point has been roughly guessed, "Our red traces should not have suddenly changed, it should have been on the face since entering the painting, and only outsiders who have been stamped with the seal of 'outside the heart city area' can see it."
The three were unable to analyze the existence of these red traces, but it was certain that these reds should be related to the Scarlet Beast.
"There are thirteen people in total, seven of them have red marks, and there are three workplaces." Mu Yiran took out a pen and paper and made a simple record. The rest of the work was handed over to Luo Wei and asked him to follow the instructions. Memory depicts the shape and location of each person's red marks, and even the extent of the spread of the red edge - no one can guarantee whether these reds will change tomorrow, or whether people with clean faces tonight will suddenly grow suspiciously red tomorrow. mark.
Ke Xun didn't expect Luo Wei to have some foundation in painting, and he could grasp the facial proportions and features of the characters. Gradually, Ke Xun was horrified by the traces on Qin Ci's face on the picture. Although he used a pencil, the color of red itself was very different. It can stimulate the imagination of human beings - Qin Ci's red traces spread all over the left half of the forehead, and even spread to the left eye.
"His color is the darkest, almost black and red, and Yuji's is also darker, the rest is mine," Luo Wei drew the last face with a pen, which was his own, "If we say we Three are in the dark red category, and the remaining four are in the bright red category."
Ke Xun's mood was very complicated at this time. Seeing the most serious red marks on Qin Ci's face, he always felt like something was blocking his heart. He was both worried and sad; he looked up at Luo Wei, who was painting seriously, and felt sad. I can't help but admire each other's composure.
When assigning work in the afternoon, Luo Wei, as a foreigner "outside the Xincheng area", felt the loneliness of being abandoned by the world, and when he asked the old policeman and everyone, no one could hear him on the spot.
Those red marks like a conspiracy were discovered by him, and only he could see them. However, while spying on these secrets, he also saw the red marks on his face in the mirror.
It's a satirical painting. As a foreigner who is "clearly bystanders", Luo Wei should have been the most sober, but he was unavoidably contaminated with the red dust in the heart of the city.
Ke Xun felt a little depressed. He stretched out his hand and touched Luo Wei's actual forehead according to the position on the screen. The "legendary" red spot was no different from other parts of the skin: "The feeling here is the same as that of other parts. Are the other parts different?"
"It's not different in itself," Luo Wei smiled lightly, "but since I saw it, I always felt that the small piece of skin was not my own."
This kind of psychological change is normal.
Ke Xun: "I still can't figure out what the criteria are, and whether this difference between red and no red is chosen after the painting, or is it predestined before the painting."
"I think it must be related to something in the heart," Luo Wei used a pencil to lightly paint the traces of the characters. "These traces may lead to the heart."
Both Ke Xun and Mu Yiran agreed with this statement, but because they couldn't figure out the internal connection, they couldn't explain the matter too thoroughly.
The horseshoe table on the table pointed to twelve o'clock, and Luo Wei was about to get up: "I only told you two about these things. Although I shouldn't hide it from everyone, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary panic."
There will definitely be panic, and maybe some people will use it as a reason to kill each other. After all, everyone’s task is to “find enough beasts.” These people with red may be mistaken for beasts. There are relationships. - Just because Luo Weiduo looked at Xiao Qinxian a few times, he was rejected by him by all means, not to mention the "big difference" of this serious nature. If there are internal divisions caused by suspicion and suspicion, I am afraid that everyone will not want to leave this painting.
"No, I have to tell Qin Ci and Haowen'er about this. Although I don't know how to take precautions, I should at least be more careful tonight," Ke Xun scratched his head, "especially Qin Ci."
Mu Yiran didn't speak, but cooperatively took out the piece of paper with the phone number on it.
Luo Wei had already stood up and was about to leave: "You can consider the rest, it's getting late."
Luo Wei opened the door and came out, but found Xiao Qinxian's figure in the corridor, wearing a white lab coat from the forensic department, leaning against the wall and smoking.
Rowe looked at her and didn't plan to speak.
Xiao Qinxian took the initiative to speak: "I answered a call just now."
Rowe stopped and looked at her questioningly.
"The other party has never spoken." Xiao Qinxian was a little annoyed, and brushed her hair with one hand, messing up the mushroom head, "I unplugged the phone line, why don't we even have a caller ID on the phone here? Just pull it out, calm down."
"Have you calmed down yet?" said Rowe. "If you're afraid, squeeze with us."
Xiao Qinxian lit a cigarette: "No, I have been lucky since I was a child."
Rowe squinted at the "lucky one" in the cigarette, the eye-catching red tear mole looked like a drop of blood.
…
Ke Xun had already dialed Qin Ci's number and heard a familiar voice on the other end of the phone: "Have you not slept yet?"
Suddenly I feel very kind. I don't know when, these friends who have been in the picture together have become the same existence as relatives.
"Can't sleep, is your house just you?"
"Yes, it's a special treatment for the chief physician." Qin Ci smiled bitterly.
"Luo Wei came over just now, and he saw some strange things..." Ke Xun briefly explained the red marks.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Qin Ci's voice sounded for a while: "I should have said it earlier, and used a pen to draw along the edge of the red mark, so that it is easy to observe its subtle changes."
"...Let's not talk about changes first, I just remind you to be careful."
"Don't worry, judging from the old policeman's tone, we need a surgeon here, and we shouldn't seek a doctor's life so early." Qin Ci turned to comfort Ke Xun like a big brother.
"Bring a scalpel to bed in case you need it."
"Well, that's a good idea."
Ke Xun put down the phone and hesitated for a while before dialing Zhu Haowen from the phone book.
"Who?" The other party seemed to have fallen asleep.
Ke Xun briefly explained the purpose of his visit, and the other party asked the exact location again: "Is there a red spot between the eyebrows? The location is too terrible."
"Yeah, so be careful."
"Why don't I stick a Band-Aid to block it, I happen to have a small medicine chest here."
"… Fine."
Ke Xun hung up the phone and looked at Mu Yiran: "It's all pretty optimistic."