The painting shows the back of an old man, hunched over to a shining place, but other than that, it is all pitch black.
His back seems to be Mu Kun.
My mind is messing around, if it's really Mu Kun, what does this painting mean, and who painted it "Xiaoying, these paintings are" I stood on the stairs and did not continue to the basement.
Wang Ying turned her head, looked at the paintings on the wall, and said lightly: "These were painted by my father when he was alive." ” "Then do you know why he painted these and what it means?"
Wang Ying pursed her lips and said lightly: "I don't know, he's a madman." ” She pointed to the location of her temple, meaning that her father had a mental problem.
"Anyway, he spent a long time in a psychiatric hospital before he died, and he painted a lot of these paintings, and I didn't like it because it was uncomfortable to look at."
She looked at one of them and continued: "But my sister was very concerned about these paintings, and she picked out some of them and framed them, which were originally hung in the living room, and then I put them here."
She turned and continued walking.
"The back of this painting seems to be Mu Kun's," I said quietly.
"Ah" Linzi was surprised, "Why did Wang Ying's father draw Mu Kun's back, could it?"
"He's seen Mu Kun too."
I say for sure.
Wang Ying stopped, frowned, and looked at the painting incredulously, "It turns out that this is Mu Kun, and my father has even seen Mu Kun."
Linzi asked Wang Ying if she could take pictures of these paintings, she nodded, and Linzi took pictures of them one by one with her mobile phone.
I wanted to ask more about these paintings, as well as about Wang Ying's father, but Wang Ying didn't seem to know.
After that, Wang Ying took us down and came to the basement.
Said to be the basement, it looks like a living room, luxuriously decorated, directly opposite the position of the sofa, and there is a fake fireplace.
Wang Ying led us to the side of the fireplace, and with a gentle push, the wall on this side rotated and opened.
It turns out that there is a secret door here.
Walking through the secret door, inside is an ordinary bedroom with a double bed, and the room is very clean and tidy.
There was no rancid smell in the room, Wang Yue was wearing comfortable white home clothes, sitting on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, holding a big notebook in her hand, which looked like a sketchbook.
I finally met the resurrected Wang Yue.
At this o'clock, normal people should be sleeping, I think, maybe Wang Yue doesn't need to sleep.
When she heard us come in, she subconsciously glanced up and smiled faintly at us.
Wang Yue's face still looks like a dead person, but it doesn't affect her beauty, she looks very similar to Wang Ying.
I remembered the first time I saw her body in the morgue, when half of her head was broken, and now it seems that the wounds on her head have healed, and she is no different from a normal person.
I still remember that she was undressed at that time, and I don't know what she had been through in her life.
She lowered her head again and continued to draw the picture in her hand, quietly.
Only then did I notice that on Wang Yue's left wrist, there was an iron chain tied to it, and the other end of the chain was connected to the bedside shelf.
I thought she was a woman like a madman, but now that she looks so tranquil and comfortable, it makes it hard for me to imagine what Wang Ying said to us.
"Xiaoying, I think your sister is quite normal, why are you still chaining her" Linzi asked puzzled.
"You haven't seen her go crazy yet, I did it out of helplessness, and I certainly don't want to do this to my only sister."
Wang Ying said lightly.
She walked in front of Wang Yue, sat on the edge of the bed, took the painting in Wang Yue's hand, and put it on the bed.
"Sister, did you kill Du Hao's father?"
Wang Yue's face twitched obviously, "Yes." ” "What about Du Hao and Redbeard, why didn't you come back without killing them" Wang Ying continued to ask, "And the corpse chaser, did he control you?"
Wang Ying's way of asking questions is too simple, and I don't think Wang Yue will answer.
Sure enough, Wang Yue glanced at Wang Ying, didn't say a word, picked up the notebook and pen again, and drew rustling.
Wang Yue remained silent and refused to say a word to Wang Ying.
Wang Ying lowered her head in frustration, "I'm sorry sister, I still can't let you go, it's good for both of us, and the matter of revenge will be left to me."
You keep drawing, we're leaving. ” Wang Yue didn't even look at Wang Ying, and said slowly: "Do you think you can really trap me, I just don't want to go out" She doesn't have any tone or expression, but this sentence makes us shudder.
Wang Ying was stunned, she was trembling, Linzi walked over to help her up, and took Wang Ying out.
It was impossible to ask what Wang Yue had come up with, so we had to go back first.
"Zhang Qiang" Just as I was about to walk out of the bedroom, a familiar voice came from behind me, Wang Yue was calling me.
When she was a corpse, she called me by name like this, and at that time I thought it was a corpse, and I couldn't help but shudder.
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Slowly turned around and looked at her, "What's the matter?"
"Thank you."
She said.
"Thank me thank me for what" "Thank you for getting me back from the rubbish heap."
She smiled at me.
At that time, Wang Yue's body was missing, and I was afraid every day, and finally I accidentally found Wang Yue's body in the garbage heap and brought it back to the morgue.
I cleaned Wang Yue's body, and later Wang Ying made a fuss about it, and signed a contract in order for me to do a few things for her.
At that time, I thought that the disappearance of Wang Yue's body was a trap set by Wang Ying.
"No thanks."
I said, "But why did your body end up in the garbage heap at that time, I thought your sister did it on purpose."
I glanced at Wang Ying carefully, and she pouted, "It's not me." ” "It was Du Hao who did it.
He wanted to completely destroy my body. ” Wang Yue's eyes were cold, she lowered her head and stopped looking at me, paused for two seconds, and continued: "Du Hao is not in a hurry to kill, Redbeard is not the real murderer. ” I immediately walked up to her and asked her what she meant by that.
Wang Yue didn't look at me, "I'm done, let's go." ” I looked down at the painting in her hand, and it was a black window, a tightly closed window.
It reminds me of the painting in the hallway, with a woman with a gloomy face standing in the window.
The three of us went back to the first floor and chatted for a while about Wang Yue's last sentence, but we didn't say why.
Wang Ying said that it was getting late, and there was a guest room upstairs, so Linzi and I could stay and go back the next day.
"Didn't you say that there were a lot of corpses in the morgue, let's go back, Du Lao's body will be placed here for you first, if Du Hao has news, we will contact you again."
I said to Wang Ying.
She nodded, "Okay, stay in touch then." ” When I returned to the hospital with Linzi, it was already early in the morning, and I found the door of the morgue open.
I couldn't help but think that these caregivers are really irresponsible and don't know how to lock the door.
He Linzi went to the morgue and wanted to check it again before going to bed, and put it in the freezer if there was a body outside.
As soon as we entered the morgue, we were dumbfounded because all the morgue freezer drawers had been opened.
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