Chu Tianshu looked at Lin Huai from a distance for a while, and he stared at him for a while with the heart of "Why are you dressed like this".
He stared blankly like that. The patrol followed his gaze, and then said: "Do you... want to change his clothes?"
"No need." Chu Tianshu was silent for a while, then quickly replied, "We promised each other."
Patrol:
Chu Tianshu: "We will not interfere with each other's actions."
After speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and left with a blank expression. The patrol hurriedly followed behind him, and soon saw a hair on the top of Chu Tianshu's head, and his uncontrollable humming.
Patrol:? ?
... What, what's going on, this man sees his younger brother... sister... oh, brother and sister, why are they so happy when they are dressed like this?
The policeman took a strange look at Chu Tianshu's clothes. What made his mood even more strange was that Chu Tianshu's own clothes were quite normal.
…
"It's unscientific, it's very unscientific." Sitting under a wax figure in a secluded place, Lin Huai squinted and said, "I was wearing this outfit, and no one came to strike up a conversation all afternoon..."
Sitting next to him, the boy had already learned his expression, and imitated winking: "I think it's quite normal that no one comes to strike up a conversation."
Lin Huai: ...
"It's really hard to guess what a straight man is thinking." He said to himself, "Forget it... eh? Is it raining somewhere?"
Some wet liquid fell on his brow, Lin Huai wiped it with his finger...
It is a drop with a little yellowish, white viscous liquid.
Lin Huai frowned and looked at the things in his hands. He raised his head, and what he saw was the wax figure—on that wax figure, a girl had one hand on her chest and the other stretched forward. She closed her eyes, her cheeks were shy and pretty, her expression was gentle and beautiful.
And the drop of wax that fell on the center of his brow was dripped from the girl's body.
There are many flowers placed under the wax figure, passionate red roses, elegant cornflowers, white perfumed lilies... It seems that different people threw and piled them here.
Lin Huai changed his seat and sat down. He shook his legs, thinking about the next course of action. Not long after, someone came and removed the wax figure.
The man was pushing a cart and was wearing a plain dark blue uniform. Lin Huai yawned and said, "Are the wax figures here changed every day?"
The boy poked his eyes in the past: "Oh, you know, things like wax figures will easily melt after being exposed to the sun for a day. Therefore, we display them during the day and hide them in the nighttime." In cold storage, do some tinkering, then show it the next day."
"What about those flowers?" Lin Huai pointed to the flowers below.
"Speaking of which, this is also a tradition here in Fog City." The boy said excitedly, "We will present flowers to our favorite wax figures. These flowers are not only courtship to wax figures, but also appreciation to artists."
Lin Huai said, "Oh, I roughly understand."
He looked at the cart under the setting sun for the last time. On the cart was the wax figure, and in front of the cart was the man in the blue uniform.
From a distance, with a ray of sunlight, Lin Huai saw the girl's outstretched hand. Her fingertips are full of sunlight, and more sunlight drips down that finger...
In the dripping wax, a pale and slender fingertip is being revealed!
Lin Huai was lost in thought again. The boy pushed him and said, "Let's go? It's getting late, and it's not safe for us to go down the road. If it's later, those urban legends will come out."
"I'm thinking about a question." Lin Huai said.
Boy: "? What's the problem?"
Lin Huai: "Would you mind building a snowman?"
boy:
Lin Huai: "do you wanna make a snowman"
... The boy was obviously indifferent to Lin Huai's invitation to carve him into wax.
"There's no way I'd do something so perverted!" the boy screamed.
Lin Huai said sincerely, "I can add more money."
Boy: "I can't even add money!"
Lin Huai: "Ten times?"
Boy: "Ten times won't work!!"
Lin Huai: "Don't you have any artistic pursuits other than money? Fog City is a city full of artists. You are twelve years old this year. You should know that Eileen Chang once said that you need to be famous as soon as possible. I believe that in my With the help of you, you will surely become the best artist in Fog City."
Boy: "Pervert!!"
The boy shouted and left Lin Huai.
"Unexpectedly, I obviously underestimated the moral level of the npcs in this dungeon. Since this is the case, I can only make plans." After seeing the boy off, Lin Huai sighed, "Unexpectedly, in this world, even money can't The one who moved him. Since this is the case, I can only consider threatening him with my life next time."
Lin Huai didn't realize that as a "victim", he had already made a villain speech at this moment.
The night was getting dark, but Chu Tianshu hadn't come back yet. Lin Huai was sitting on the bed in the hotel, shaking his legs - as early as he came back, he changed the hot-eyed Bai Jie... no, the white and pure suit, and replaced it with a white silk lace pajamas.
After turning around the empty room, his eyes finally stopped on the brown suitcase.
Chu Tianshu put everything that belonged to the original David into this suitcase, and locked it with a password. Being idle is also idle, Lin Huai crawled towards the direction of the suitcase and picked up the lock.
It was a combination lock, Lin Huai thought for a while, and entered Chu Tianshu's birthday.
wrong password.
Lin Huai pondered for a while, and then entered his own birthday on the ID card belonging to "Lin Huai".
wrong password.
Lin Huai:? ? ?
Lin Huai's mood at the moment can be called a black question mark. After a long time, he hesitated and typed in...
Chu Tianyu's birthday.
"Hee hee," Lin Huai muttered with a smile while typing, "If it can be opened, I will kill you when you come back."
He smiled sullenly and pressed the lock.
wrong password.
Lin Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became more sincere. After a long time, he smiled and broke the lock with his hand, and opened the box.
Everything that belonged to David was placed in the box—it didn't seem to be any different from everything he had seen when he was robbing on the road before.
The perfume contained in the box was still quietly lying in the middle of the box. For some reason, in the empty room, Lin Huai's eyes flickered.
If someone came in at this moment, he would see this picture that seemed to have the traditional European beauty. The short-haired girl in white silk pajamas quietly stared at a box of amber-like perfume. In her eyes, there was a faint light... It was like some kind of gemstone that could seduce people's hearts, a faint light.
Then she picked up the bottle. The bottle was also like a jewel in her hand. She unscrewed the cap and sniffed the contents.
It was a very good taste.
Fragrant flowers, rain and dew, grass... In short, it can remind people of many beautiful atmospheres.
It is indeed fragrant, but only fragrant. For Lin Huai, apart from its fragrance, it has no other characteristics, not to mention its artistic atmosphere...
Not only that, after smelling this smell, it has a disgusting and annoying smell like flesh and blood.
Lin Huai sniffed for a while, then sneezed. He shivered, capped the perfume again, and put it back.
There was nothing else in the box. He was going to close the box, but at the moment when he was about to close the box...
He found a white piece of paper protruding from the top of the box.
Lin Huai:
He pulled out a white piece of paper, which was only the size of a postcard, and what appeared on it was a sketch.
Sketch of a hand.
It was a feminine, soft hand with a sapphire ring on it. The hand has a callus on the middle finger, and it appears that the woman often writes with her hand.
Lin Huai gave a brief "Huh" and turned to the next one.
The sketch on the next postcard is a bare waist. The top of the waist seems to be a tube top with Lin Lang's pendant, and the bottom is a fishtail-style long skirt. It seems that the owner of this waist is a dancing girl.
This new discovery made Lin Huai frown slightly. Before this, he did not expect that there were still these postcards in the hidden crevice of this box.
He continued flipping through them one by one. In the next postcard, a pair of tense feet. Those jade feet were wrapped with pink ribbons and tiptoed, looking like a pair of ballet dancer's feet.
After the feet, come the legs. Those calves were white and even, with a hunting knife tied to them, it seemed that they belonged to a heroic Orion girl.
Then, the neck, arms, collarbone, lips, earlobes...
Lin Huai took out these photos and arranged them one by one. There are a total of twelve of these sketches, all drawn on a set of postcards. In addition, there was a blank postcard, which was placed in the deepest place, and Lin Huai also put it out.
Twelve postcards with sketches of different body parts belonging to women, and to different beautiful women. The twelve parts are ballet dancer's foot, Orion woman's calf, armored general's thigh, belly dancer's waist, female writer's right hand, female painter's left hand, peasant girl's soft and beautiful arm, nun's The chest with the silver cross, the noble lady's proud raised chin and the pearl necklace neck, the courtesan's delicate raised lips, the delicate earlobes, the tall nose bridge...
The sketches of these small pieces are extremely vivid, even if they are not marked, Lin Huai can still glimpse the demeanor of the owners who originally belonged to these parts from these small pieces of auspicious light. And on the back of these postcards, there are small numbers marked on them. "Ballet dancer's feet" is "1", "Orion woman's calf" is "2"... "high nose bridge" is "12".
On the back of the last blank postcard, "13" was outlined with a very fine pen.
It is the only blank one among these postcards, but there are faint traces of unevenness on it. Lin Huai looked at this postcard for a long time, and suddenly remembered something, and began to rummage in the box!
Finally, let him find it!
The portrait that slipped out of Lin Huai's relationship with Lin Huai once when they were getting on the carriage!
The portrait is still the beautiful girl. She is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, from the beginning to the end, she exudes a fascinating light. She is wearing a slim long dress, with freshly picked flowers in her long hair. She has a graceful figure, a slender neck, slightly raised her chin, and looks at the people outside the painting with a smile.
However, compared with other parts of her that are extremely beautiful, her eyes are particularly out of place. Those eyes were dull, numb, and emotionless, like a sticker that was pasted in vain on a picture of a beauty. People can't help but want to pick it off.
These eyes may be the only flaw in this picture of beauty—but after staring at the picture for a long time, Lin Huai tasted more weirdness.
Just looking around, the girl is indeed extremely beautiful. However, if you look closely, this kind of beauty is abrupt and spliced. The beauty of every part of her body is ready to emerge, but it is independent, like a pile of parts that have been forced together, and each part is screaming. Trying to escape, to fall apart...
Right in front of the falling apart painting, Lin Huai picked up the dozen or so postcards.
"Foot." He whispered.
The feet on the girl's portrait are surprisingly the same as those in the ballet shoes!
"hand."
Part of the hand in the sketch is growing on the girl's body at the moment.
"lip."
The corner of the courtesan's mouth has a soft smile, and the corner of the girl's lips... also has a soft smile.
Twelve postcards, twelve sketches of body parts from different women, and at this moment, every body part that the girl has in the portrait... matched one by one!
It's not a girl, it's a... pieced together person!
Lin Huai lit the oil lamp, took out a pencil, and carefully wiped the uneven thirteenth blank postcard. Graphite lead dust remained on the surface of the postcard, but the indentation inside remained a blank mark. Soon, under the light, the words that had been hidden and were printed because the quilt was at the bottom appeared in front of his eyes.
"...I can't find a thirteenth."
"Are there perfect and beautiful women in the world? I don't know. Unfortunately, I have never seen those beautiful women in heroic epics and sung operas in reality."
"I have seen noble ladies. They have beautiful appearances, high chins and proud necks like swans, but they do not have a soft and compassionate heart."
"I have seen ballet dancers. They have beautiful feet, but their arms have accumulated muscles through years of practice."
"I have seen beautiful Orion women, their legs are strong and clean, like deer in the jungle."
"The beauty in the world is scattered in various places, on different women, and in different corners. They have a part of beauty, but they are not beautiful enough, not beautiful enough... What would the most beautiful woman in the world be like? ?”
"So, I decided to collect all the beauties in the world. My movements were faster than I imagined. Soon, I found the beautiful arms, which belonged to the earlobe of a musician and the skillful hand of a painter. I tried Stitching them together, what I get is just decay. I draw them together, but what kind of beauty can a dead portrait have? Dead things are dead things after all, and the portraits drawn with my pen are beautiful. Beautiful, but no soul - no living soul of those women. That's not art, it's just a simple reproduction of creation..."
"Until I met a perfumer. It was a very ordinary woman with a beautiful nose bridge. She liked to wear long black dresses and had tattoos of butterflies on her arms. She was not beautiful, but she was So peaceful that I even thought about spending the rest of my life with her and giving up my trembling hands."
"She told me that everyone has their own fragrance. Perfume is the soul of beauty. There is a saying called 'scent to know a woman'. I told her everything about my past, she was taken aback, and finally But I decided to accept me. At that time, I also believed that I would stay with her from now on and never drift again. My trembling soul will also stop."
"Later... until now, I am also very grateful to her. She gave me a new inspiration. She made me understand the true meaning of art, and let me understand a longer-term preservation and mixing method to create beauty. Therefore, I took her..."
"I used their serum as a solvent to make incense, and added them little by little to this bottle. I started to build a peerless beauty from the tail to the head, from the feet, to the legs, to the waist, to the hands And lips. Based on the principle of subsidence, the steps of this process cannot be exchanged or changed. This is pouring—layer by layer, to build the peerless beauty you want. But... "
"I can't find those eyes, I can't find the most beautiful eyes!"
"No matter how gorgeous their appearance is, their eyes are always ordinary, always have ordinary color, ordinary thoughts, ordinary eyes... I can't let one ordinary thing destroy this masterpiece, my inspiration, My work of art, the crystallization of all my passion and love... ”
The insane handwriting on the postcard stayed here, Lin Huai thought, this lunatic should have received an invitation letter from the "tea party" after this.
"Looking at this bottle now, it's really disgusting." Lin Huai put down the letter and looked at the perfume bottle next to him again, "He intends to use this kind of thing to stitch together a peerless beauty who learns from others? But now, he came to Fog City , to find the last pair of eyes that are the finishing touch?"
Lin Huai thought for a while, then shook his head regretfully: He reckoned that the man's body had probably rotted in the soil, if not, he would probably run into the alley, dig out the man's own eyes, soak them into this bottle.
But things have come to this point, it is already reluctant. It seems that if Lin Huai and Chu Tianshu hadn't intercepted the man's carriage on that road, the man would probably have entered the foggy city with his bottle and looked for the most beautiful woman he needed in the town. The blood of the woman with the eyes has completed his work as a "peerless beauty". Perhaps, if players like Gu Beichen were here, they would probably search in Fog City, hunt for women with beautiful eyes, and finally complete this bottle of perfume, using it as a stepping stone, as an "artist", Arrive at the "tea party".
Unfortunately, Lin Huai has no interest in being a mosquito.
Chu Tianshu has not returned to the hotel. Lin Huai put the perfume bottle away. Holding his chin, he stared blankly at the desk for a while, and soon after, he yawned long.
"It's about time for bed."
The sound of the rain outside the house gradually increased, and the wind blew the curtains. Lin Huai heard the rumbling thunder in the distance, playing dullly in the sky.
It's raining.
Just now, he was probably engrossed in reading the postcard, but Lin Huai didn't notice the arrival of the thunderstorm at all. Perhaps because of the vibration of the thunder, the flame in the oil lamp flickered. Lin Huai lowered his head to grab the oil lamp, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the newspaper inside.
"The famous ballet dancer Christina's feet became paralyzed overnight, and she lost the ability to dance..."
Ballet dancer with two feet
Lin Huai frowned and picked up the newspaper. If he hadn't seen those postcards just now, this yellowed newspaper should not have attracted his attention.
He read the report carefully, word by word, carefully considering every word. Then, he took out another newspaper from the pile of newspapers.
"Diana, a well-known writer, has numb hands and is unable to work, so she is forced to regretfully announce that her novel "The Hammer of a Strange Man" will be suspended indefinitely. Readers are excited and collectively protest..."
After reading this report, he read the next one.
Lin Huai, who had his back to the window, didn't notice that behind him, the window that was completely covered by silk curtains...
A seam opened.
It's dark outside the window, it's wind, it's rain, it's...
Howling down, lightning!
A pitch-black figure appeared outside the window at the moment when the entire window glass became as bright as daylight due to lightning!
Lin Huai was still watching.
"Florence Evelyn, perfumer, lost her sense of smell due to an accident. With her sense of smell disordered, she began to smell the scent of flowers as blood, and the stench of hydrogen sulfide as a refreshing spring water... everything caused by the disorder of smell , causing her whole life to collapse, but her mysterious fiancé, Mr. Davis, never appeared..."
"Six months later, Florence Evelyn hanged herself in her apartment due to despair. She left a suicide note."
"'Thank you for saying goodbye to this tasteless, or foul-smelling world.'"
Lin Huai flipped through the newspaper page by page. One newspaper after another, one piece of news, the stories of the victims belonging to this bottle of "perfume" were revealed before his eyes.
What he saw undoubtedly astonished him to the utmost.
"It's so strange," he muttered, "I thought that the blood of these victims was drained after death, and finally concentrated into this bottle of perfume. But why... They don't seem to be dead? And only… "
"It's just that I was deprived of the ability of the corresponding organs." Lin Huai's fingers rubbed the last report, "Why? This problem seems to be—"
He suddenly laughed and opened the corners of his mouth: "There is a very enthusiastic lady who is going to answer my question. Because she is too enthusiastic, she not only braved the wind and rain, and traveled three hundred miles at night to come to my hotel, but also, He broke into my room without my permission—”
"Am I right?" he said lightly. "The 'Lady Lust' standing right behind me?"
A thunderbolt with a cold light struck down. Silvery light illuminates the room. In the midst of the thunder, Lin Huai closed his eyes and said, "I know why you came here."
'Lady Lust' said nothing.
Lin Huai: "It's fate, it's an unfair fate that sent you here."
"Lady Lust": …
"You have opened Pandora's Box—" a hoarse voice said in a low voice, "The moment you see the truth clearly, your eyes will already be sacrificed to the truth—"
Lin Huai: "Oh, you mean that?"
Lin Huai turned his head, and there was a bright red eyeball lying in his pale palm, the color of the eyeball was almost alluring, like a mysterious and elegant ruby.
And the other eyeball was still in his right eye socket. With the empty, black hole in his left eye socket, he stared at the shadow behind him.
He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
Even the bright red eyeball that he put in his palm, after a short turn, "stared" in the direction of the shadow, as if paying her respects, nodding up and down.
Sombra: ... ... ...
Lin Huai: "Don't look at me with that look, do you think I'm perverted?"
Sombra: ... ... ...
Lin Huai: "It doesn't matter. After getting along with me for a long time, you will understand. These are all my routine operations, hehehe."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and put back the bright red eye in the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and blinked his bright red eyes at the black shadow: "It's all right now, do you have anything else to say?"
He spread his hands leisurely, waiting for the other party to speak. After a moment's pause, the black figure of the woman suddenly laughed coldly and maniacally.
"The moment you know the truth, you have fallen into a curse." Heiying said coldly, "Do you know what a curse is?"
"You're going to have your eyes taken—not just your eyes—"
"In the end, no one will see you." The voice was deep and mysterious, "You will not see anyone either."
The author has something to say: I am so excited to write this chapter today
Friend: You are too perverted