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Chapter 157 The Unfinished Painting (Seeking Order)

The houses are still of a very old-fashioned construction layout. On the outer walls, some of the white outer walls have peeled off to expose the wall bricks inside, and there are even small cracks in some places.

At first glance, it looks like a dilapidated house, and no one has lived in it for a long time. If it weren't for the smooth stones on the small steps at the door, which indicated that people often moved here, the two of them must have thought that this place was already deserted.

The two had obtained Hu Guang's permission in advance, took the key he gave them, and opened the door to enter.

Entering the house, it is surprising again, it is completely different.

The layout inside the house is not as dilapidated as the outside. On the contrary, the decoration and decoration in the room are very good.

All white tiles cover the whole house without any omissions. In the main room there is a small and fresh style plain sofa, in the middle is a [-]-inch millet TV set, and various small photo frames for decoration are hung on the wall. Paintings of landscapes and figures.

Looking at the pictures in this photo frame, it seems that they are all hand-painted.

In addition, other furniture and home appliances necessary for life are all available.

"Tsk tsk, this Hu Guang is quite good at living."

Ah Xiang looked around at the interior decoration and layout: "This decoration style is very suitable for young people's preferences."

"Please pay attention to your purpose."

Zhong Tianzheng reminded, glanced at the Mijia monitor placed in the TV cabinet facing the whole main room, and started wandering around the room casually.

In addition to the main room on the first floor, there is a kitchen and toilet on the side, which is very simple.

The stairs are also tiled. Go up the stairs and enter the second floor. On the left side of the second floor is the bedroom. The door opens.

Zhong Tian was pacing in, and there were traces of normal life inside. They didn't come here to search or anything, so naturally they wouldn't rummage around.

On the right is a study.

There are many books in the bookcase, but looking at the list, most of them are books related to painting. There is an Apple all-in-one computer on the desk, which is turned off.

Next to the desk is a drawing board, and Nuo Da's sketch paper is only half drawn.

Judging from the appearance, this is a bamboo mouse, only the upper body is drawn, and the surface of the skin of the bamboo mouse is detailed with many scars, which is lifelike.

The expression of the bamboo rat is very ferocious, the two teeth on the mouth are drawn into hook-shaped fangs, stained with blood, behind this bamboo rat is an enlarged version of a huge bamboo rat rushing forward, its eyes are red like a The hungry wolf, with its mouth open, is full of viciousness.

The whole painting is dominated by red tone, the space is very large, and it is lifelike. At first glance, a sense of horror spreads across the surface.

Ah Xiang, who came up from behind, was already looking at the painting, and stretched out his hand to caress the paper in amazement: "I didn't expect Hu Guang to have such good art skills? Just this picture, ordinary people's pens, can't create this kind of artistic conception at all." .”

"You are not afraid?"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at Ah Xiang differently. Even he, when he first saw this painting, felt a little creepy. Ah Xiang is a little girl, but he looked at it with gusto.

"Tch, what's there to be afraid of, do you understand art?"

On the contrary, Ah Xiang didn't take it seriously. She looked at the painting and looked at the fuel that hadn't completely dried up on one side: "Looking at this picture, it seems that he hasn't finished the painting yet. What kind of picture does he want to construct? From now on Judging from his progress, I can't see what he wants to express."

"The half-painted bamboo rat covered in bruises, a huge version of the bamboo rat rushing forward." Zhong Tianzheng rubbed his chin and looked at the work with a frown: "This work should be the result of what he wanted to express in his heart." I made it, but I really can’t understand what this painting wants to express.”

"No, I have to ask my best friend."

As Ah Xiang spoke, she took out her phone to take pictures, while Zhong Tianzheng continued to look at other places in the house.

"Oh?"

Zhong Tianzheng's eyes fell on a small half-open box in the bookcase, he opened the door and put the box on the table, opened it, and inside was a set of knives of various standards, no, it should be knives for carving.

Next to the knife, there is a small seal that has already been made, and the other is in a half-finished state.

"This Hu Guang is interesting."

Zhong Tianzheng dipped the seal with inkpad and printed it on a piece of white paper, and the four words "Light of Darkness" appeared, and the effect of the words was a bit more beautiful than Zhong Tianzheng's words.

Ah Xiang leaned her head over, blinking her big eyes: "Tell me, if this Hu Guang didn't have such a tragic experience and grew up in a normal family, do you think he would have a place in the art fair?"

The words were filled with sympathy and regret.

"Dark light?"

Zhong Tianzheng's focus is obviously different from Ah Xiang's. Looking at these words, and then at the half-finished painting, he fell into deep thought.

Light of Darkness should be similar to a pseudonym. How did he give himself such a name? Isn't it too artistic?

"Ok?"

The moment he thought about it, his eyes fell on the ashtray on one side.

To be precise, it should be on the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Ah Zheng, tell me"

Ah Xiang turned her head and was about to open her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Zhong Tianzheng.

He took out the disposable rubber gloves that he carried with him and put them on, focused his eyes on the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and picked it up: "Ah Xiang, look at this cigarette butt, is there anything unusual?"

"Anomaly? No."

Ah Xiang took a closer look and confirmed: "I didn't find anything abnormal, it's just normal, what could be abnormal about the cigarette butt?"

"Maybe you don't smoke and you don't know."

Zhong Tianzheng looked out of the window: "Everyone has different habits when smoking. Some people like to pour water into the ashtray so that the cigarette butts can be extinguished without snuffing out the cigarette butts, and the ash will not run around. But this method has to be dealt with every day. Ashtray, otherwise there will be a strong smell."

"And some people like to snuff out the cigarette butt directly, so that the smell will be less, and there is no need to clean it every day, but the ash will run around." Zhong Tianzheng turned the cigarette butt around and stretched out his hand to pinch the cigarette butt: "But Hu Guang does not belong to the above two categories. Kind of like this is how he puts out the smoke."

"Snuff it out with your hands?"

Ah Xiang opened his eyes wide, watching Zhong Tianzheng's action of pinching the cigarette: "The temperature of the cigarette butt is so high, he actually pinched it out with his hands?"

"Yes, look at the shape of each cigarette butt. The cigarette butt is in a pinched state, rather than bent or broken during normal smoking. From this, it can be concluded that he may have a seriously twisted psychology. Compared with this habit, it is too abnormal." Zhong Tian was flipping the cigarette butt, and suddenly stopped, squinting at the cigarette butt.

On the unsmoked cigarette, there is a red mark in the shape of a finger pressed on it, without any traces of paint remaining, it looks more like a .
Bloodstains?
(End of this chapter)