Chapter 355 The murderer of Shikatori Town Murder Case Appears
"If that's the case..."
Zhi was eager to give it a try, and when she was about to go in the direction pointed by Mikael, she saw Mikael take out a beautifully wrapped tips bag and hand it to her.
"What's this?"
Zhi asked curiously, subconsciously opening the brocade bag.
"Don't rush to open it yet."
Mikael stretched out his hand to stop Zhi, and then continued to pose like a magician, saying mysteriously,
"It will come in handy when you get confused later."
She had a black question mark on her face, but after getting along with him for such a long time, she found that Mikael sometimes liked to tell riddles, which was considered normal, but even so, she still wanted to say that the Riddler should get out of Guanbuzi City.
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"How can you be a painter with such bullshit skills? Is it so difficult that the threshold for being a painter is so low now?"
Just as Zhi was searching for the murderer along the north street, she suddenly heard a dispute at an intersection not far away. She saw a fat middle-aged man yelling something loudly.
In front of him was a thin man sitting in front of a drawing board. He did not object to this, but silently painted on the white paper with a brush.
Zhi glanced at it and then retracted her gaze, but when she passed the intersection, she still subconsciously glanced at the painting on the man's drawing board.
It should be a portrait. The reason why I use "should" is because nothing can be seen in that painting except the outline of the human figure. Various paints are mixed together and smeared on it to form colorful black.
That painting seems to have a special magic power, like a whirlpool, distorting the surrounding light, making people's consciousness and spirit sink into it, all the way to the indescribable bottom.
After arguing for a while, there was still no reaction when seeing the thin painter. The slightly fat middle-aged man snorted and felt bored. He crumpled the portrait in his hand into a ball and threw it into the garbage on the street corner.
into the bucket, and then left angrily.
Zhi's eyes swept over the face of the thin painter, and he realized that he was wearing a white mask. The material seemed to be made of wood, with simple and abstract carvings of human facial features.
【mask……】
She subconsciously thought of the man in black robe last night. He also wore a white mask on his face, but it was much simpler.
With a skeptical attitude, she sat opposite the painter, holding the dagger in her sleeve.
"Excuse me, young lady, do you want a portrait? The moment I saw you, I was constantly inspired."
The man wearing the mask spoke softly, his voice was low and magnetic, sounding like music played on a piano.
"of course."
Zhi nodded. Although she couldn't see the painter's face, she instinctively felt that he was smiling, and his smile was so wanton.
There is definitely something wrong with this guy. This is the intuition of fellow hunters.
"May I have your name?"
"my name?"
The painter shook his head, as if thinking about something, and there was a bit of emotion in his eyes.
"You can call me an artist, and of course many people call me crazy, but artists are all crazy."
"Okay, your portrait is finished."
He took off the drawing paper pinned to the drawing board and handed it to Zhi.
"This will be an exquisite, perfect piece of work."
Looking at the empty drawing paper, Zhi frowned slightly.
"Is this your art? I have to say it is quite... unique."
She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and took out the tips bag that Mikael gave her before leaving. She was already sure that the guy in front of her had indeed a problem and was inextricably linked to the murderer, but before taking action, she had better confirm and compare.
good.
There was a folded piece of paper in the kit. She slowly opened the piece of paper, and several large characters came into view.
"So, I hate the Riddler the most. Problems that can be solved with just one sentence."
A cruel smile appeared on her face, and she threw the note away, staring at the painter who called herself an "artist", like a lion about to hunt.
The note fluttered in the wind, and finally fell lightly to the ground.
【Follow your inner feeling.】
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"Last question, were you the one who killed those girls?"
"I can answer your question before you ask it, but as an artist who pursues perfection, I always have to explain to you what art is. I only do things that others dare not do. There is no doubt that this is
A kind of progress."
The painter still had the same indifferent attitude, as if he was not aware of the rising murderous intention at all.
"Besides, I never hurt anyone, it was just a performance... that was suffocating."
"Ha——? What kind of bullshit art is this? You are just a paranoid murderer. I don't see anything related to art in these disgusting behaviors."
Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly and he struck out violently. The sharp knife pierced the thin painting board with a sharp whistling sound, and penetrated straight into the painter's body.
However, she did not feel the feeling of the hand piercing her body. Instead, she seemed to have fallen into space, with a light and airy feeling.
"Although you are beautiful as a work of art, your words are so vulgar. I must only use my stupid brain to write your script."
The shadow pierced by her slowly disappeared, and at some point, the painter stood behind Zhi, looking down at her with undisguised pity in his eyes.
"Isn't that better than wearing a mask all the time? Or is it because you are so ugly and can't see the light of day, so you can only use that ridiculous mask to cover your fragile self-esteem?"
Perhaps because he stayed with Mikael for too long, Oriya became venomous.
After all, in Mikael's teachings, words are also part of power. If you can use light words in battle to make the enemy lose their rationality and expose their flaws, then why not do it.
"Don't worry, if you can take off your mask, I won't laugh at you loudly."
However, in the face of Zhi's venomous tongue, Hua Shou did not lose his courtesy and just continued to speak politely.
"Everyone is wearing a mask, I just made one myself."
Accompanied by chuckles, his body was cut open again, but this time it did not dissipate, but turned into two identical figures.
"If you only have this level of skill, you can't stop my creation. With my skills, killing will bloom for it."
They said in unison, surrounding Zhi, with a hint of madness in their calm blue eyes.