After the young painter Li Liang sold a few paintings, he had some money in his hand and moved out of his shared house. His newly rented house is an old house with two bedrooms and one living room, but the environment is very quiet.
As the landlord counted the money Li Liang handed over, he muttered: “I used to live here in a painter. She is a woman. She looks very pretty. It’s a pity… …” Before he finished speaking, his wife gave him a pinch. Li Liang smiled and said, “What’s the pity?” The fat woman immediately smiled: “Don’t listen to his nonsense, it’s nothing to be a pity.” When she spoke, a trace of fright flashed across the fat woman’s eyes.
Li Liang didn’t care. He closed the door every day to paint. Half a year later, several of his landscape paintings were selected and sent to the province to participate in a joint exhibition of works by young painters across the province. Several paintings were ordered once they were exhibited.
When two policemen came to the door that day, Li Liang just got up. The older police officer surnamed Huang seemed very kind: “Painter Li, don’t be nervous, we are here to find you some information. A few days ago, a man named Shen Dong showed up when he was looking at your paintings in the exhibition hall. Something is wrong.”
Shen Dong is not interested in art and other things, Xietian was dragged away by his girlfriend. When he walked to one of Li Liang’s works, Shen Dong’s eyes suddenly widened, staring at the landscape painting, and exclaimed: “God, why is she? Why is she here?” His girlfriend was inexplicable. :Who is she? The picture above is obviously a landscape.
Where did the girlfriend know that the landscape painting has now turned into a woman’s head in Shen Dong’s eyes. The woman smiled at Shen Dong, her smile faintly, like a shy narcissus. Shen Dong’s mind was roused, and he immediately remembered that this woman was an employee of the company. Shen Dong had been thinking about her, but she refused. Shen Dong found an excuse to fire her. Later I heard that she died of illness. But how could she appear on this painting?
Suddenly, the woman’s face sank, her eyes staring at Shen Dong like torches…Shen Dong’s face was pale, with cold sweat all over, suddenly yelled, turned and charged outside I was hit by a speeding car…
Shen Dong’s girlfriend insisted that the accident was related to Li Liang’s painting. How could Shen Dong see Li Liang’s clearly painted landscape as the head of a woman? The police also found this matter very strange, but they were busy for a while, but did not find any noteworthy clues. They even asked authoritative experts to appraise Li Liang’s paintings and found nothing. The police finally suspected that the problem was probably with Shen Dong himself. He must have had hallucinations in his mind when he was appreciating the paintings.
One month later, a private company owner named Wen Zhongping fell off the building and died. Wen Zhongping’s company has just moved into a new office building. One of his staff knew he liked arty and bought a landscape painting by Li Liang and gave it to him. He hung the picture in Wen Zhongping’s office, Wen Zhongping was verySatisfied, appreciate it alone.
Suddenly, my subordinates heard the boss yelling in the office: “God! Please, don’t come over, I will pay you all the money I owe you.” The subordinates and several colleagues worked hard. I knocked on the door a few times and didn’t open it. I only heard the boss screaming hoarsely: “Help!”
When the men slammed the door and rushed in, they were shocked by the scene in front of them: Boss His face was pale, his eyes were staring straight at the painting on the wall, his whole body trembled and he stepped back, stepping back to the balcony. Immediately afterwards, he tilted his body and fell out, like a withered yellow leaf, gently falling from the 51st floor.
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Later, Wen Zhongping’s employees whispered privately: Not long ago, Wen Zhongping owed a leasing supplier hundreds of thousands of payments, so there were too many suppliers. The second discussion was to no avail, and ran to Wen Zhongping’s house to commit suicide with poison.
Before he died, the supplier made a ruthless remark: The surname is Wen, this account, I will get it back when I reach the Yin Cao Jifu! I want you to pay for it! It seems that the supplier’s ghost is attached to the painting, and Wen Zhongping has come to collect the debt.
The investigator of Wen Zhongping’s fall from a building happened to be the police officer surnamed Huang, ‘of course he doesn’t believe in these ghosts and the like. But Wen Zhongping, like Shen Dong, happened after seeing Li Liang’s paintings, and this had to arouse his attention to Li Liang. He then launched an investigation on Li Liang. (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/, please keep the reprint!)
Li Liang was born in a rural area and loved painting since he was a child. Unfortunately, he applied to the Academy of Fine Arts for several consecutive years. Fell off the list. He was never discouraged and came to the provincial capital alone, where he became a teacher of an art professor at the Normal University, and worked while painting. He specializes in landscape painting. Experts appraise that his painting skills have become more and more sophisticated in the past two years, his composition is fresh and light, and his brushwork is exquisite and exquisite, and his reputation is growing. But he had no contact with Shen Dong and Wen Zhongping at all, just like two parallel railroad tracks, never intersecting.
Soon there was another accident. The accident was a surgeon named Liu. As soon as he entered the box that day, Dr. Liu was hugged by two coquettish women in revealing clothes. One “gnaws” on his face and the other touches him. The two of them kept blaming him for not seeing them for so long, are they fascinated by other sluts again?
The mommy on the side chuckled: “You two girls are really naive. Dr. Liu has to perform several operations a day. Today I took time out of my busy schedule to see you. I still don’t know enough, but I dare to scream! Seize the opportunity and have a good time with Dr. Liu!”
After drinking several glasses of wine sullily, Dr. Liu became a little drunk. Looking up, I saw a pastoral scene on the wall. “Well, when did this hang up?” His tongue was curled up.
A young lady belched wine and said, “Did you not find out? Our box has been refurbished. The boss asked to hang up this painting, saying it is more elegant. No matter it, come, Doctor Liu, let’s drink.”
Dr. Liu waved his hand away from her and stared at the painting for a long time. He woke up from drinking, and his face suddenly became without a trace of blood.
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Suddenly, Dr. Liu yelled, stood up, turned his head, and ran out, but he couldn’t choose his way and hit the door frame, foaming at the mouth. Like a sack that had only been emptied, collapsed on the ground softly. After hearing the news, Mommy hurriedly sent Dr. Liu to the hospital for emergency treatment.
When she left the house, Mommy heard the child’s laughter vaguely, turned her head and glanced at the painting on the wall, and found to her surprise that the pastoral scenery on the painting was gone, and she was seven or eight years old. The head of the little boy appeared above. There was a cold and weird smile on the little boy’s mouth. But in the blink of an eye, the boy’s head disappeared again, and the fresh and timeless pastoral scenery was still on the canvas.
The famous “Liu Yidao” Doctor Liu in the provincial capital was hit by Feng. His mouth was tilted and his eyes were slanted. He couldn’t speak clearly and couldn’t move half of his body. He could only lie in bed all day long. , Can’t even take care of himself, let alone take a scalpel.
After too many days, the mummy of the entertainment city suddenly remembered that half a year ago, she saw a piece of news on TV that a little boy died on the operating table. His parents suspected that the doctor killed him, holding a large photo of the little boy, ran to the hospital door to make trouble. The head that Mommy saw from the painting was the little boy. I heard that it was Dr. Liu who performed the operation on the boy.
Officer Huang suspected that Li Liang’s paint had some problems, perhaps mixed with some kind of hallucinogenic substance, which can make people hallucinate when they appreciate the painting. He borrowed a few paintings from Li Liang and stared at them for hours, but he didn’t have any hallucinations.
A hand came down to look for him, holding an inspection report in his hand: there was no hallucinogenic substance in the paint, but calcium and phosphorus were tested. Officer Huang frowned and said, “The components of calcium and phosphorus? What do you mean?”
The subordinate looked at Officer Huang with some anxiety: “Suspect, suspect that the paint is adulterated with human ashes. .” Officer Huang jumped up in shock: “The ashes of people mixed with paint?”
It was already very late at night. Li Liang chats with people on QQ. The other party’s nickname “Xian’er” is a female. Li Liang met her online two years ago. Xian’er also paints, and the two have common hobbies, so they can talk very well, sometimes for more than ten hours.
Li Liang always wanted to meet Xian’er, but Xian’er declined: “I’m a person who can’t see the sun. Isn’t it good for us to be like this?” Li Liang also offered a video chat, Xian’er The child also disagrees: “Leave some mystery, and there will be more room for each other’s imagination. Have you forgotten that imagination alwaysFar better than the real world. “Li Liang has nothing to do.
Tonight, Li Liang told Xian’er a series of strange things that happened recently. He finally said: “Xian’er, you said it was funny, that fool police officer today. Came to me and told me that those strange things might have something to do with the paint I used for painting, and the ashes of people in the paint. But Xian’er, I wanted to ask, why are the paints you sent me so magical? Every time I paint with those paints, I feel very passionate and paint very well. But as soon as I switched to the paint I bought, the passion was gone, and the painting was terrible. Why is that? “
Xianji didn’t answer for a long time, and then Xian’er’s face turned gray. Li Liang was anxious: “Xian’er, why are you offline?” “
Since then, Xian’er has never been online again. Li Liang was very depressed. That day, he found out the wrapping paper Xian’er used to send the paint and found the mailer on it. Address: Room 766, District D, No. 981, Xinkai Road. He drove straight there.
No. 981, Xinkai Road turned out to be a funeral home. Now, Li Liang was stunned. Lived. He tremblingly found area D, where the urn was stored. No. 766 stored the ashes of a girl named Wang Mengdi.
Li Liang suddenly remembered that once. When drinking with the landlord, the landlord said that the girl who used to rent the painting in the house seemed to be named Wang Mengdi. That time the landlord drank too much and missed the conversation: Wang Mengdi was dumped by her boyfriend and couldn’t think of hanging up. Died in that house.