It looks like a tentative button has been pressed!
The room fell into deathly silence!
"What are you talking about?" Wang Kang clenched the fruit knife firmly, his pupils contracted and looked at the female in police uniform in amazement... Ghost, his tongue stammered.
Wang Yan licked her lips and breathed the air in the room greedily and intoxicated. The bloody smell that seemed to blend with the whole room was like a dead mouse in her sense of smell. Entering the cat's field of vision, there is nowhere to hide at first glance.
Her eyes turned 360 degrees, her head turned sideways to look at the woman painted in oil on the TV wall, a gentle cheek was staring at the two people in the room without saying a word.
"The time is too long, the taste is not fresh enough!"
Wang Yan walked to the painting and gently stroked the woman's cheek with her finger. Suddenly, she tore off the face in the painting, revealing a hideous, rotten, cemented head in the back, a pair of dead white. The eyeballs stained with patent leather fell out of the eye sockets and hit the TV.
In the bedroom,
There was a voice "husband, I'm going to bed, don't paint too late, please come to bed early~"
"interesting!"
Wang Yan looked at Wang Kang faintly, and the tone in her mouth turned into another person, repeating Chen Ying’s words, “The paintings on the wall, the sound in the bedroom, and the corpse hidden in the wall. Which is your wife?"
Wang Kang clenched the fruit knife firmly and looked at the face buried in the wall, but there was a strange touch of gentleness on his face, and he muttered: "I woke you up, I'm sorry, I will come to sleep with you soon~ "
"Hey~"
Wang Yan picked up the eyeball on the table, reinserted it into the woman’s eye hole, and then said quietly, “You scared away the tenant downstairs some time ago. There was no face stuck on the window at all, and no stepping on it. You made up the footsteps on the ceiling. Are you afraid to hear you tearing down the wall downstairs and building the wall, right?"
Wang Kang didn't say a word.
"Don't be nervous, I am not interested in your secrets. I just want to know if you have met that person and what did he say to you?"
Wang Yan squinted at the shredded painting, her face melted like wax liquid, and strangely turned into another... The face of a woman exactly like the one painted on the wall just now, looking at it with a rigid and gloomy look. With Wang Kang.
Wang Kang's pupils contracted, his tail vertebrae let out a chill, and he was really hammered. The woman in front of him, just like the man, is a demon, and can be turned into other people's faces at will.
He swallowed and foamed, recalling the horror scene he saw that day.
It was a rainy night, and he was staying in the house building walls, outside the window... No, it should be that a face appeared in the window glass, like a thin human skin, but also like a A face mask was attached to the glass, and two hole-like eyeballs looked at the room faintly.
Watching, he was pushing the woman into the wall a little bit.
Wang Kang was so frightened that he watched the face weirdly torn, growing out of the glass, only one face, no body, just a single face without facial features fell to the ground.
Then,
The face was floating in the air lightly, and the jagged teeth made a grieving laugh.
"Interesting, I saw such an interesting scene as soon as I came here... Hey~ I like it very much to welcome this opening. I can't bear to kill you anymore. Look, what a funny individual~"
The sound made the scalp numb, like falling into an ice cave. As a new murderer, Wang Kang was so scared that he had urinary incontinence at that moment. It will cover his face in an instant.
That is not speculation,
That is a kind of,
When creatures face death,
Natural intuition.
That face without facial features wants its own face!
"Don't kill me, I can draw a face for you!" Wang Kang didn't know why he said that at that moment.
Then,
He survived.
It's not that his proposal was accepted, because no matter how good a painting is, it is impossible to draw a living face. Only the face of a living person is the most vivid painting. It is impossible not to understand this principle, but , He still let go of himself.
Wang Kang recalled afterwards and felt that it was probably because of his identity as a painter that the other party... had a slight sense of identity.
He walked through the door of the ghost.
In exchange, he helped the other party find a face!
"Human face? Where's the human face?" Wang Yan asked in a cold voice. On the other side of the link, Chen Ying was carefully chewing the story in Wang Kang's mouth. Is the artist's identity? He thinks that face should be Lu Yanfei first came here, and Lu Yanfei should be the sly artist in the Soup Society
That face appeared on Wang Kang’s window. It was purely coincidental... Or maybe he went to the wrong building. He should have appeared on Xu Nanyi’s window downstairs. Of course, he could also smell the building. The smell of blood on the door came here to stop by.
In short,
Wang Kang was hit by a grimacing face after he had fallen blood mold, and he was also bizarrely lucky to get his life back.
"In the office building opposite the Yuhua Tower, the security master on the first floor lobby, that night, when I went in, the security master was dozing off, so I walked over and covered the face of the security master."
Wang Kang shivered. The scene that happened that day seemed to be repeated in his nightmare over and over again like a nightmare. It was a scene he could not draw in his entire life. He witnessed how that piece of cheek bite and swallowed Master Anbao. The face is so tightly stitched and sutured to grow together.
Chen Ying's pupils contracted in the taxi, and this story line was pieced together, but the value of this clue was not that high, and he needed more valuable clues.
Wang Yan said with a cold face, using the voice of the woman in the bedroom just now: "What then? Did he tell you to do something?"
"He left without doing anything. I still feel like dreaming." Wang Kang hesitated and said.
"You are lying!" Wang Yan's voice was cold, and a black thread grew strangely and pierced into the wall, dragging the female corpse out of the wall little by little.
The wall cracked, the wall covering and debris fell off, and the female corpse seemed to be pulled to pieces....
"do not want!"
Wang Kang's eyes were about to split, and he hurriedly shouted: "He dictated some stories, asked me to write them down and sent them to the radio station. It was the night radio channel that was very popular recently. It seemed to be called the trembling radio..."
"Has it all been mailed?"
"No, let me post them separately by date. There are still two letters left..." Wang Kang took out two folded letterheads from the drawer under the TV cabinet and handed them to Wang Yan.