Chapter 159: Scarlet Beast 06┃ Red tear mole.

Su Benxin's voice continued: "... Etsuko killed Saburo with a hoe, and she said: He tortured me, this kind of fate is his inevitable retribution for torturing me. No one is allowed to torture me. No one can torture me. ."
Two of the lights in the dining room went out with the end of Su Benxin's voice, even with a candlelight effect.
This is an uncomfortable story.
Wei Dong: "After talking for so long, we didn't discuss painting. Does this novel have anything to do with that painting?"
"What exactly does the scarlet beast in the book refer to? If it is a portrayal of Yuezi's heart, then there seems to be an explanation for the huge visceral red on the screen." It was Zhao Yanbao.
"But, where are we going to find such a heart? A heart of 13,000 grams." Zhichun looked at Qin Ci, "A normal person's heart is only 250 grams."
Everyone was silent, but Luo Wei slowly got up: "It's ten o'clock, it's time to go back to bed."
The matter has been discussed to this stage, only relying on imagination and guesswork out of thin air, there will be no results if we continue to talk about it.
Everyone stood up reluctantly, as if the dim dining table in front of them was the safest place in the city.
"If it's really dangerous, how should we deal with it?" the painter Yu Ji asked somehow.
"When the camera moves, it will be calculated." Qin Ci returned him eight words.
These eight effective words seem to be used for any dangerous knots, but in a city slowly swallowed by night at this moment, any advice is like empty words based on scriptures.
Everyone reluctantly walked out of the restaurant and went to their own residences.
The streets in the middle of the night were filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, Ke Xun looked at the snow-white flowers of a tree on the side of the street: "The temperature here is about the same as outside the painting. I always thought it was still autumn, but I didn't expect it to be spring in the painting.
The snow-white flowers come from a tree of Wangchun magnolia, and the blossoming white flowers are especially brilliant in the dark night.
This blossoming tree became an extra surprise in the painting.
Ke Xun stood still under the tree, and Mu Yiran didn't insist on walking forward. It seemed that he wanted to stay and enjoy the flowers together.
After all, the hospital and the detective office were a little farther away. Two groups of people walked back along the street, and the staggered street lights made people's shadows messy.
Weidong Luowei and Lion were not in the mood to enjoy the flowers, so they went back to the police dormitory first, but Xiao Qinxian was not in a hurry to go back, but lit a cigarette in front of the police station.
It is said that women who smoke often have stories, but compared to the story of Etsuko I just heard, the stories of the women beside them have become warm and ordinary.
Mu Yiran and Ke Xun stood under the magnolia tree, and didn't mind the woman hearing what they said.
"This time is different from the past," Mu Yiran opened his palm, and a large snow-white petal fell on his palm. "Before it was a village, a farm, or a tube building, there was always a clearer range. This time there is no center of gravity."
Thirteen people were scattered to three residences, which had never happened before.
"The characters in the whole city are very real, whether they are the policemen in the police station or the waiters in the restaurant just now," Ke Xun carefully recalled the paintings he had experienced before. "If you go deeper, only the people in the spring apartment have Similar truth."
"In this way, there are probably only two possibilities. One is that the level of the painting is improving, and the complexity and difficulty are gradually increased; the other is similar to the one in the spring apartment-this special experience may be combined Some kind of curse related."
Ke Xun listened to Mu Yiran's words and thought about it: "At the time of Chunsun Apartment, the Rhinoceros Art Museum was built directly on the ruins of the tube building. Under the influence of the painting, some kind of'field' may have been created. The coincidence... But this time, the city in front of you is clearly different from the third-tier old city where the Benxin Art Museum is located."
Ke Xun looked at Xiao Qinxian who couldn't be far away. The thin figure was a bit lonely, cigarettes at his fingertips swirling in the backlight of the street lamp.
"The difficulty of painting is increasing," Ke Xun said.
"As soon as I entered the Benxin Art Museum, it felt something was wrong," Mu Yiran tried to say that he was not sure about it. This was absolutely impossible before meeting Ke Xun. "We were in any art before. Most of the museums are painted in batches, which is very random."
Indeed, Ke Xun and Wei Dong were selected by this unlucky randomness at the beginning, and there are still two people left in the painting, so two people walking in the progress hall will make up for them.
"Yiran, you mean, this time'painting' is choosing people?" Ke Xun asked.
"Except for Su Benxin and Lion who came in last, the remaining 11 people have wandered in front of the "Scarlet Beast" for a long time."
"Is painting looking for people who are interested in it?" Ke Xun felt that the night breeze was gradually getting colder-the ability and level of'painting' were improving, this time it was undoubtedly an act of prey to animals.
"Or, it's a certain type of people it's more interested in." Mu Yiran looked at the lonely Xiao Qinxian, had already stepped on his cigarette and walked back to the police station alone.
Although there are street lights, the streets still reveal the boundless darkness of the void of the universe.
The detective office and the central hospital are not far from here, and can be reached within a 10-minute walk.
"Let's go back, too. Some things are not easy to grasp after eleven." Ke Xun brushed off the large petals that fell on his head, tilted his head to look at Mu Yiran, "Our dormitory is not Hot water is provided 24 hours a day."
Mu Yiran narrowed his eyes, and walked back side by side with Ke Xun.
"What did you observe from Rowe?" Ke Xun asked suddenly.
Mu Yi paused for a while, and then slowly said, "Luo Wei has done something that is not in line with the norm."
Ke Xun recalled carefully: "You mean, take the initiative to borrow paper and pen at the restaurant service counter? You also take the initiative to turn on a lot of lights for everyone to illuminate? Too proactive and comprehensive?"
If you think about it, it is.
Before Li Yaqing died, Luo Wei was not a comprehensive person. Although he had the rigorous logic peculiar to science students, he was not good at doing these things before and after running; after Li Yaqing died, this person said even less. , All day long dull, Luo Wei in this state is even less able to serve everyone comprehensively.
Mu Yiran affirmed Ke Xun's statement: "Besides, he also carefully observed everyone's expressions, which is really uncharacteristic."
Ke Xun felt bad, but he didn't know where to start to understand the whole thing: "You said, is Rowe's abnormality passive or active?"
Although life is equal, Ke Xun does not want the old members to have an accident-Luo Wei and everyone have experienced life and death once, and they are already brothers.
Mu Yiran still had a faint expression, but the palm of his hand patted Ke Xun's shoulder: "Doctor Qin said, the camera moves, and the plan will be calculated."
"Ok."
Back in the dormitory, there was still the smell of a lady's cigarette in the corridor.
The bathroom was currently unused, and Ke Xun asked Mu Yi to wash it first, and then went into the next door Weidong and their room.
Luo Wei was sitting on the bed and wiping his hair with a towel. Lion was dragged by Weidong and chatting--"...Don't do anything as an art artist, really...Where is it? I searched out so many pigeon heads on Baidu, the bird of prey Eyes, you guys, I was biting on the corner of the towel for three hours... Finally, the customer suffocated his fart and chose a ruin painted by Hitler as the sign of the pigeon house... Don’t be an artist, listen to buddies Yes, take a scalpel and open the gym at home and don’t do art work!"
Ke Xun stepped forward, surpassed the broad body of his international friend, and directly touched Wei Dong's forehead: "It's okay, it's like drinking too much."
Lion smiled kindly: "Dongzi is really tall this time. He tasted half a cocktail in the restaurant."
"It's not enough, although Dongzi's volume is not large, it is fine to be four or two 52 degrees white." Ke Xun saw his own Tiezi roll over and fall asleep.
"Just now the hospital apartment called. The painter named Yu Ji drank a glass of beer and is now drunk." Luo Wei stood up and closed the window. Because there was no change of clothes such as work clothes, only a white bath towel could be wrapped underneath.
"When you are all finished, I will go to rest for a while." Rowe said to Ke Xun.
"Sure, you have to wear pants," Ke Xun said.
"to make."
...
Although the dormitory is simple, it is still clean and tidy.
After taking a shower, there was no change of pajamas. Ke Xun and Mu Yiran temporarily wore police shirts and trousers, while Luo Wei pitifully changed back to the daytime clothes.
"People are all asleep?" Ke Xun asked.
"The two in our room are asleep, and the girl next door's room is still lit." Luo Wei said here, his eyes condensed, and looked at the two partners in front of him: "You can see the tear mole on the corner of her eye. ?"
"Who?" Ke Xun asked back.
"The girl next door, Xiao Qinxian." Luo Wei increased his tone.
"Mole of tears? I didn't pay attention, did you?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, who was sitting across from the bed, and said negatively when he saw him.
Luo Wei gestured on his face with his hand: "Just under the corner of the right eye, it's about the size of a soybean and red."
Mu Yiran affirmatively said: "I didn't see it."-A mole of tears the size of a soybean, that should be obvious.
"Does the mole of tears help us in our subsequent analysis?" Ke Xun said bluntly-Rowe's current expression is really neurotic.
Luo Wei sat on the edge of Ke Xun's bed, put his elbows on his knees, and gently touched his forehead with his hands: "Not only Xiao Qinxian, many people have them."
This sentence was said in the middle of the night, which made people feel a little creepy, and Ke Xun's heart was tight: "You mean the mole? Who has it? Did you see it?"
"Not only tear moles, but also some other red marks, appearing on the face like birthmarks, mostly on the forehead," Rowe's hand still rests on his forehead above his right eyebrow, "such as this position, A red birthmark the size of a broad bean appeared."
"Did you see?" Mu Yiran asked.
"Yes, it was in the restaurant just now."
"You turn on all the lights for an excuse to see these clearly?"
"Yes," Luo Wei was not surprised that Mu Yiran saw through him. "When you turn on the light, you can see more clearly, the various red marks on the faces of those people."
At this time, Ke Xun was the closest to Rowe, and couldn't help asking: "Does I have it on my face?"