Chapter 548: When the finger is pointed at you (End)
At your feet is a narrow and winding mountain road.
Looking around, the surrounding scenery is in black and white, which looks absurd and weird.
"This painting simply builds a two-way bridge."
Li Kui flashed forward as if he had shrunk to an inch.
After a while, he came to the end of the space, in front of a whirlpool-like cave. Without hesitation, he went straight through it, and the rich smell of blood came to his nose.
Three ice coffins came into view.
Inside lay a beautiful woman, a handsome boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, and a little girl of only five or six years old.
Judging from their appearance, they should be a family of three.
Or, to be more precise, they are Tang Xiyan's family members.
The eyebrows of the boy and the girl are very similar to Tang Xiyan, especially the boy, who is simply a younger version of Tang Xiyan.
"What's the fuss about?"
Li Kui put his hands in his pockets and swept away his thoughts.
Coming out of the painting, he actually came to an old castle deep in the mountains, surrounded by countless towering ancient trees. Through the bright rose window, he could also see the strangely growing large branches.
"The three fatal wounds were all on the heart, and they were killed with daggers."
So who killed them?
Enemy?
It's still Tang Xiyan!
"Hmph~"
Suddenly, a disdainful sneer echoed in the empty hall.
"That means he's leaving behind his demons."
Suddenly, Li Kui thought of what Tang Xiyan said to him in the art museum.
Although he is a fake Tang Xiyan, he is separated from the real person and has the same character and thoughts. Otherwise, it would be impossible to confuse the fake with the real one. Therefore, to a certain extent, he is no different from the real person!
Thinking of this, the smile on Li Kui's lips became even colder.
Treats his wife and daughter as inner demons.
The way of painting to present his state at that time also means that Tang Xiyan at that time had made up his mind to kill the demon in his heart!
"What a famous painter in Great Qin!"
Soon, Li Kui set his sights on a giant painting in the hall.
The rotten and withered rose, nearly ten meters long and wide, was drawn with a pencil sketch. But if you get close to the giant painting and look closely, you will be shocked to find that the rose is actually composed of hungry ghosts with terrifying faces.
Flower of hell!
"It's a bit like learning Taoism through painting."
Li Kui rubbed his chin with his fingers and commented seriously.
If ordinary people saw this painting, they would probably have trouble sleeping for several nights. If they have poor mental quality, it would be no joke to leave a shadow.
However, the moment I saw this painting, many details of the case had already emerged.
Qian Bin must know Tang Xiyan. Although the relationship between the two still needs to be studied, the blood painting on the wall is undoubtedly painted by Tang Xiyan. This person needs to be redefined!
"Hey, there is still signal in the deep mountains and forests, it's really good!"
Li Kui raised his cell phone and called Capt. Zhang: "Hey, Lao Zhang, I sent you a location. You can lead the team here in person and clean it up by the way!"
at the same time.
A strange and terrifying atmosphere quietly filled the air.
There was an undetectable rustling sound, and the big branches beside the rose window suddenly came to life, and strange and ferocious shadows covered the entire window, and ghostly fires suddenly appeared in the castle.
"Be careful."
"Well, hurry up and come."
Behind Li Kui, a large group of shadows slowly approached.
Boom!
The oval dome was lifted away by a big wooden hand, and a dark tree-man face poked in, its blood-red eyes staring straight at the tiny human below, exuding murderous intent.
"I need to stretch my muscles a little."
Li Kui, who was standing in front of the giant painting, put down his phone and looked back.
The intense malice seemed to be covered by the inexorable darkness on his face, making it difficult for the demon to see clearly what he looked like. He could only see a hideous and terrifying black shadow rising suddenly, with scarlet pupils filled with murderous intent.
For a while, I couldn't tell whether the evil ghost in the painting had reappeared in the world.
"Please me."
Boom!
A violent explosion shook the foothills.
The fire raged.
…
…
Late at night.
The stars are dim and there are no clouds in the sky.
A warehouse located on the east side of Marina.
In the security booth, a young man in his twenties put his feet up on the table and grinned while typing in a group chat.
Lonely Lao Wang: It’s been hard to find a job recently, so my boss will be fired again.
Security guard who is pursuing a rich woman: You are stupid. Last time I asked you to come and hang out with me, you still disliked it! Do you know what it means to be a young man who always sets sail quickly and immediately works as a security guard after graduation? Instead of struggling for twenty years like me!
How can an ideal boat knock over a real glacier? Security is the last supporter.
When I catch up with the rich woman in the factory, I will kill you for another thirty years!
Lonely Lao Wang: Second brother, are you still short of people in the factory?
Seeing this, the young man smiled proudly twice and was about to reply. Suddenly, the intercom suddenly rang: "Xiao Sun, go to the meat warehouse and have a look. The alarm went off twice just now. Check it out.
It’s not that the door isn’t closed properly.”
"I know, I'll go over and take a look now."
The young man curled his lips, picked up the flashlight on the table, and went straight to the meat warehouse.
"Lying like a bow, standing like a pine tree."
The young man was humming a song, watching short videos on his mobile phone, and slowly walked into the factory.
After a while, the bright yellow light of the flashlight shone directly on the cold storage door that was not closed tightly. I couldn't help but muttered and cursed: "Don't you know you should check it before you get off work? I have to clean it up."
When he got closer, waves of cold mist swam into his body from his ankles, freezing him to the point of shivering.
"Damn, it's really cold."
The young man reached out and was about to close the warehouse door.
Bang~
It looked like something had fallen inside.
The young man blinked and shined the flashlight inside in surprise, but he couldn't help shouting:
"What the hell, what's going on?"
I saw boxes of packed frozen meat scattered on the ground in a mess.
"Hey, Captain!"
The young man quickly took off the walkie-talkie from his waist and said hurriedly:
"Bring someone here quickly, there is a thief in our factory..."
At this moment, a piece of news from Binhai City was playing in the short video.
"A vicious serial murder case has occurred in our city in recent days. Please pay attention to safety when going in and out. If you find the suspect Yu is alive, please call the patrol department immediately."
Bang!
"Who's there!?"
The panicked flashlight instantly moved to a shelf not far away, and a pair of dark yellow vertical beast pupils came into view!
"Weird, monster!!!"
Screams of terror echoed over the factory.
A group of strong shadows rushed out, nimbly crossing the several-meter-high wall and blending into the darkness.
"monster!"
This sentence lingers in my mind.
Yu Fusheng seemed to be venting his anger, but also like a wild horse running wildly on the desolate land.
Finally he hid in a pothole under the overpass.
"Am I a monster now?"
"I'm wanted."
"I killed someone?!"
For a moment, a sad low note, whether crying or laughing, escaped from the fingers.
Yu Fusheng huddled in the dirty pit, and the cold wall penetrated his spine, giving him a suffocating feeling of breathlessness.
After a while, he took off his tattered shirt, his back muscles squirmed, and he squeezed out a brass bullet, which dropped to the ground soaked in blood.
It swirled and rolled in front of him.
The blood is dark blue and is not human blood.
Seeing this, Yu Fusheng was stunned for a long time, leaning his head against the wall as if he was frustrated.
"Who can see the scars after being strong?"
"Life is nothing more than a glass of wine. After you're drunk, you still have to walk."
Suddenly, singing came from above.
But he is a singer who is live broadcasting on the roadside.
He wore a clown mask on his face, held a guitar in his hand, and sang with great emotion;
In the pothole below, Yu Fusheng put on an ugly smile;