My Sister is Fuji

But it didn't. Liao Sha could imagine He Jin's eyes wide open, staring at the terrifying eyes of people on the corridor.

What's even more terrifying is that He Jin disappeared all night, why his family ignored him.He Jin didn't go home. His first reaction was that his family called him?

Liao Sha's breathing became heavy, and he always thought of the desperate scene of He Jin's collapse on the stairs.

I came back to my senses and listened to the sound of reading in the classroom.Not only did Liao Sha have no sense of security in the crowd, but he felt that the neat and consistent reading sound was even more terrifying, with a mechanical numbness.

"Okay!" Liao Sha shouted, interrupting their reading, "Stop reading!" His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his eyes swept around the class, his voice trembled, and he nervously asked the monitor, "Is everyone here in the morning?"

The monitor looked at the seats under the stage and said hesitantly, "Except for He Jin who asked for leave, it seems that Qiu Ming hasn't come yet."

"Qiuming?" Liao Sha's eyes were nailed to the seat next to Su Mu, and he confirmed again: "He really hasn't come yet?"

The classmates near Qiuming looked at Qiuming's drawer.Empty, Qiu Ming did not come to class.

Liao Sha suddenly felt a sense of bad luck, and this ominous omen became more and more intense.

If he didn't come, he would simply report to school and leave. But after He Jin's incident, Liao Sha became suspicious, as if a small butterfly flapping its wings could cause a strong wind.

What's more, Qiuming has been very abnormal recently, and he had just been in contact with He Jin yesterday.

Liao Sha murmured, recalling Qiuming's every move, and he couldn't help but mutter a name: "Fujiang." He walked out of the classroom and called Qiuming's house.

However, no one was connected, so Liao Sha nervously reported it to the school immediately, and then called Qiuming's mother's mobile phone.

……

Qiu Ming's house.

Qiuming's mother just got up, dressed herself carefully in the mirror, and was about to go out to work, when she suddenly noticed the shoe cabinet at the door, with Qiuming's shoes on it.

"Huh?" Qiu Ming's mother wondered, shouldn't Qiu Ming go to school at this time?Why are the shoes still here?

"Qiuming? Qiu Ming!" Qiu Ming's mother cried, walking towards Qiu Ming's room.

The door of Qiu Ming's room was closed and not locked.

Tyu Ming's mother turned the door handle and entered Tyu Ming's room.Qiu Ming's house is well-lit, and the living room is bright, but the only light source in Qiu Ming's room is a dim orange lamp at the head of the bed, and there is a rotten and dim smell from inside.

Tyu Ming was sitting on a chair with an easel in front of him.

Qiu Ming's mother's line of sight can only see the wooden easel, and Qiu Ming's whole person seems to be shrunk behind the easel.He frowned and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Qiuming, what's the matter with you. Why don't you go to school today, is the school on holiday?" As he spoke, he opened the curtains, and the dazzling light came in, and the whole room suddenly brightened.

"..."

Qiu Ming didn't speak, his hand holding the paintbrush moved slightly, coloring the painting.

Qiu Ming's mother was a little angry and walked to Qiu Ming's side.

Qiu Ming is painting a painting, not a sketch, but an oil painting.The color of the oil painting reveals a strange brilliance.

In his opinion, sketches cannot describe Fujiang's beauty at all.Simply using black and white, how can you express a beautiful and moving woman.

Qiu Ming painted all night, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he stared intently at the oil painting on the wooden frame.From the neck to the forehead on the face, it looks like a piece of paper that has been crumpled and smoothed. The wrinkles are pulled down layer by layer, and it is like a yellow rock block, covered with dented and protruding particles.

Qiu Ming's state made Qiu Ming's mother feel scared.Looking at the beautiful woman whose oil painting was unfinished, Tyu Ming's mother felt even more terrified.

In nature, the more beautiful and bright things are, the more terrifying they are.

There is an idiom in China called the finishing touch.It is said that a person's painting skills are extremely high. As long as he draws eyes on a dragon, the dragon will fly out of the wall.

Qiuming's mother was so afraid that the woman in the painting would be finished and come out of the painting.Qiu Ming's painting skills are just above the ordinary level, and have not reached the point of finishing touches.But this woman is so special, so special that even if only the tip of the iceberg is exposed, it is scary enough to make her scalp numb—this woman is full of bad luck.

Qiu Ming's mother felt that her breathing was a little difficult, and pointed to the painting and called to Qiuming: "Who are you painting! Are you in love?"

Qiu Ming ignored his mother and muttered to himself, his voice soft and ethereal: "I haven't painted my lips yet, I'm almost there."

Qiu Ming took the paintbrush and looked for the red paint in the palette.

Qiuming's mother couldn't take it any longer. She felt that she couldn't breathe, and she might have a heart attack if she went on. She grabbed the paintbrush in Qiuming's hand.

But something strange happened.

Qiuming's mother didn't grab Qiuming's paintbrush, and Qiuming was still holding the paintbrush in her hand.

How far can a human arm bend?At most, the arm is raised high, to the extent that it can no longer be pressed down, and at most the arm rotates half a circle.

but--

But Qiu Ming's hand...

Qiu Ming's mother's face became more and more ugly, and she became more and more frightened.Qiuming's hand was like a ball of plasticine, pressing down, soft and boneless.

Qiu Ming was unconscious and looked at his mother numbly and blankly.

This numb and dazed color made Qiao Ming's mother scream in horror, "Hurry up and let go of the pen!"

But the paintbrush is like sticking to Qiuming's hand.The terrified mother of Qiuming stepped back, pulling desperately, screaming madly.

At this time, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang, and Qiao Ming's mother shook her body in fright, unable to stand still, slipped on the soles of her feet, fell to the wall, and then fell straight to the floor.

"Puff-"

Blood flowed out of Tyu Ming's mother's head.

"Ring Lingling——" The mobile phone in the pocket also fell out, vibrating frantically on the ground, "Ring Lingling——"

With a pen in his hand, Qiuming bent down and dipped his mother's blood on the tip of the pen, and drew it on Fujiang's lips.