That's right, it's Jiang Lian.

He sat upright behind the table, expressionless, with his eyes open, but his eyes were not focused, just like a blind man. He held down the paper spread out randomly in front of him with one hand, raised his other hand, spreading his palm upwards, as if asking for something from the air.

There was such a big deal inside and outside the house, and the noise was so loud that he could still sit there.

Meng Qianzi walked to the table, supported the edge of the table with both hands, and looked down at him from a high place.

Jiang Lian was still sitting, his hands were still raised empty.

Meng Qianzi bent down and looked closer to his face. Meng Jinsong was afraid that she would make mistakes and blurted out: "Qianzi!"

Meng Qianzi raised his hand and signaled him to be quiet.

The distance was very close, she could smell Jiang Lian's body, which was considered clean in the man; she could see the light scratches on his eyelids, like a smear of sha, which should have been rubbed last night when she pressed his head into the mud; she also saw the eyes turning quickly under his closed eyelids.

Jiang Lian spoke again, muttering, and the two words were still the same: "Red."

Meng Qianzi's eyes swept across the desktop.

In front of him was a stack of drawing paper, and the one on the top was half drawn, but the angle she stood was reversed, and she couldn't tell what was drawing. Moreover, his painting method was very strange. Generally speaking, the painter first roughly outlined the outline lines, but his lines were all scribbled, all in the east and west, all in color blocks, and there was no rules.

In addition to drawing paper, there are also many pieces of cut colored leads on the table, all colors are available, and they are everywhere.

red……

Meng Qianzi looked at his hand that was still holding up empty. Shouldn't he want a brush?

She reached out and picked out the red one, tentatively and slowly put it into his hand. Only then did she realize that she had just beaten Liu Sheng and pulled Kuang Meiying, and her hands were covered with blood, and even the table she had just pressed had blood palm prints.

This color made her eyes tight and her skin on her face trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Jiang Lian held the pen, like a doll holding a thread, lowered his body stiffly, and drew it on the paper. This time, Meng Qianzi could see clearly that he was indeed painting the color, like playing with a coloring card that only he could see. Only when the colors were painted can he know what he was painting.

Meng Qianzi turned around the corner of the table and turned to Jiang Lian's side.

Meng Jinsong's heart was beating, and he felt that everything in front of him was strange. He didn't know what she wanted to do. Just as she was about to speak, Meng Qianzi kicked Jiang Lian and the others and the chair to the ground.

This time, the floor slabs shook a few times. Xin Ci, who had just rushed downstairs panting, looked up in surprise and saw the dust from the wooden boards on the top rustling down in the dim light.

Jiang Lian fell to the ground, his body trembling and curled up slightly, and a moaning sound like pain in his throat.

Meng Qianzi said sternly: "Wake him up."

***

Xin Ci was lucky, and he judged that the dead man was dead from the noises uploaded upstairs. Qiu Dong reminded him to "get aside and don't destroy the scene" - so he went upstairs in fear and blocked his face with his hands all the way to avoid seeing something too bloody.

But I still saw the blood, the feet of the person being carried out, and a rubber shoe falling on the ground. It was Liu Sheng's shoes. Before he set off, he rolled up his trouser legs and put mud on his head. So Xin Ci was deeply impressed by the shoes.

He felt a little chilled. When he was a child, he heard an old man telling horror stories on the street. The old man said vividly, "When a person dies, his feet will become smaller. When his shoes are big, they will fall off if they don't fit their feet." When he grew up, he knew that this was pure nonsense, but there was no way. When he was young, he would follow him for life and never forget him.

At the entrance of the second floor, Meng Jinsong, who was extremely ugly, ran into the door, and Xin Ci asked quietly: "Where is Qianzi?"

Meng Jinsong whined to the balcony: "What about that."

He lowered his voice again: "I'm losing my temper."

Xin Ci understood: "Then I'll go."

Meng Jinsong was relieved: Meng Qianzi was very slutty when she lost her temper, just like when she didn't say anything harshly, just one kick, he knew that she must be manic. When she went to the balcony, she was silent again - the quieter the more she was, Meng Jinsong became more scared. At this time, only Xin Ci dared to move forward, so "Eunuch Xin" was still useful.

***

There is no door between the room and the balcony, only a curtain with white flowers on the blue background is hung. It usually starts up and puts it down when you sleep.

Now the curtain is put down, with the smell of rusty cloth stained by plants and trees.

Xin Ci lifted the curtain and went in.

Meng Qianzi sat on a long and dilapidated bench, perhaps because she felt that she was not breathable, and her eyes were taken off and wrapped around her fingers. She looked at the distant forest with expressionless face: the fog in the forest was surging, and in ancient times, it was all about miasma.

Xin Ci walked up to her and sighed.

Meng Qianzi whispered a few words from her teeth: "Cao fuck."

Xin Ci is not surprising. People always need to vent. There are many vulgar words that mountain ghosts think are inappropriate and incompatible with their identity. Meng Qianzi will not say in front of others, but after knowing people, he said that he used to venting closed doors, but later, Xin Ci got used to telling him. After all, venting also requires resonance. Someone listened next to him, um, ah, it was much better than being hysterical alone.

This is also the reason why, an external makeup artist, can stand out and sometimes even be on par with Meng Jinsong: he shares the darkness and secrets of her, and also maintains her brilliant halo to the outside world.

Meng Qianzi turned to look at him, and said word by word, but still had to keep a low voice to listen: "See? Have you seen it? I am the biggest head of a mountain ghost. Under my nose, the person who killed me, fuck..."

Her eyes were full of hostility, and she was brave enough to get angry for a moment. She raised her foot and kicked the railing. Such old wood could not withstand her kick. It broke a few of them even flew out and rolled on the open space in front of the building.

Liu Guanguo and Qiu Dong, who were carrying Jiang Lian, were walking out, heard the noise and looked at this head in a daze. Meng Jinsong knew it clearly: "You guys are busy, don't worry."

Xin Ci was not afraid of her demolishing the house, but the force was mutual. She was afraid that her feet would hurt when she kicked her feet, so she quickly went over and pulled her arm: "Come on, Qianzi, let's calm down, take a deep breath first, and follow my rhythm..."

Meng Qianzi shook his hand away: "Get out of here, don't do this."

She walked around the balcony, grabbing her hair maniacly, inhaling and exhaling, thinking that the necklace on her neck was in trouble, and pulled it to the ground. Xin Ci looked at the spider's belly and turned her legs upwards, thinking it was strangely funny. She was responsible, so she picked it up and checked the damage, and then put it in.

After a while, Meng Qianzi finally stopped and put on her eye mask.

Xin Ci went over to help her clean her hair, and then knitted a piece from the side so that she could look more energetic. Meng Qianzi let him make it up and asked him again: "Did I have made a bad arrangement?"

Xin Ci pulled out a hairpin from the hanging bag on the inner side of his jacket - he could detach this kind of small hanging bag with a partition, and the lightest hair rope, hair comb, and some small makeup for emergency response. As for his job, he should be respectful and be professional - he used the hairpin to pin the root of her hair: "It's not up to you, it's mainly arranged by Lao Meng."

Meng Qianzi said: "I nodded and agreed."

Xin Ci nodded and thought for a while: "Maybe he looked down on the other party, he didn't expect the situation to be enough, and he thought it was a trivial matter, but who knew it was so serious. Liu Sheng... In fact, Wei Biao has gone downstairs, and he could have asked Wei Biao whether the two were there. Didn't you agree to go up together and he went into the building alone. It was really risky. If you succeed, you have a commendable courage. If you fail, you are underestimating the enemy."

Meng Qianzi didn't say anything, and after a while, nodded lightly: "What else?"

"And... I think you shouldn't be the first to rush just now. Although it's good to lead the way, what if there is danger, if you die first, the mountain ghost will suffer a great loss. When you play chess, you will abandon the horse and protect the car, and save the car and protect the coach. Everyone has their own duties and their own positions."

Meng Qianzi sneered: "I didn't give up on you, I didn't feel any pain when I stood up and talked."

It seems that his emotions have calmed down when he can beat him. Xin Ci was very happy and helped her straighten out her braided hair, stood aside and looked at the scenery outside.

This kind of small village in the mountain depression is so comfortable and beautiful. The winding and twisting paths are covered with smoke. The wooden houses are all dark. There are cows walking by the ridge not far away. There are bells hanging around the cow's neck, jingling, and Lao Ga is also back. He is sticking his butt, holding the wooden railings that Meng Qianzi kicked down one by one. He still feels sorry for his own house.

I don’t know how long it took, Meng Jinsong’s voice came from outside the curtain: “Qianzi.”

Meng Qianzi responded and stood up long.

Xin Ci did not follow immediately, but deliberately lag behind for a second or two. He watched Meng Qianzi lift the curtain into the house and saw that the light inside covered her cold and hard eyebrows.

Life is like a play. When you are loose and put on makeup during the break, you will have to wear it again.

***

Xin Ci blocked the falling curtain and followed in with a low body. As soon as he entered the house, he was shocked and had a cold war.

It's strange. When he came in just now, he had to withstand such a large pool of blood and the corpse was still standing. Now that the corpse has been carried away, the blood has been wiped clean. He only scattered glutinous rice in the place where the corpse has lying, and it looks like white powder as a mark, but he feels that there is a coldness around his body.

Meng Jinsong was waiting by the table, standing a little further away, describing Liu Guanguo, who was not there, should be guarding Jiang Lian and others downstairs.

Meng Qianzi sat down at the table and was about to speak when she suddenly saw that the stack of painting paper on the table had been re-tied, and it seemed that a lot of new ones had been added, with considerable thickness, and the shape and scene of the top of the head had just been completed.

Xin Ci screamed in shock: "Isn't this the one last night, kill... kill..."

He was speechless, and his heart beat the drum.

Meng Jinsong coughed twice: "Jiang Lian seems to have painted a lot of paintings. In addition to those spread on the table, I found dozens of them, and I have collected them all. The paintings are marked with dates. The earliest one is more than a month ago. I checked the weather records on the dates and it was raining that night."

Meng Qianzi did not answer, but only looked at the painting carefully.

To be honest, this picture is fine in the roughness. The roughness is invisible in the characters, the eyebrows and eyes are not drawn, and the fineness is straightforward and distinctive in the movements: it can be seen that this is a vast forest, a woman lying on the ground, tilting her head in despair, and a thick and powerful man in front of her was raising a big knife high towards her. The distance behind her seemed to be a killing field. Some people fell to the ground, some pack horses were startled, and some sword-holders held up their beatings.

Meng Qianzi looked up the next one, and then the next one. Sure enough, the scene last night was also included: there was a white shirt, and the woman with a neck cut open and half pulled was trying hard to climb forward, and she lifted her hand hard, not knowing what she wanted to grab.

Jiang Lian fished for mirages, and painted them also mirages. He was trying to find something from the scenes from eighty to ninety years ago.

Meng Qianzi put down the drawing paper and looked down at her eyes: There was a white porcelain plate on the table, and there was the small clean knife inside.

She picked up the knife and looked carefully. The knife was very small, about ten centimeters long, without a handle, and only wrapped it with a strip of blue cloth. The blade was extremely sharp and as thin as willow leaves. It was obvious that it had been carefully ground.

Meng Jinsong also looked at the knife: "It's this, it's the one that sealed the throat. I asked Lao Ga, and he said that this little hand knife belongs to the home. He usually uses it for use and put it in the room."

Meng Qianzi nodded: "What else?"

"The man was killed at the entrance of the stairs. There was a lot of blood sprayed there. There was also a large pool at the door, which was dripping. He lay down face down. He should have fallen into the door. He looked at the others carefully, and there was no other trace, and there was nothing else..."

He lowered his voice: "I have searched everywhere, but we haven't found anything."
Chapter completed!