what's in the depths

The long dark corridor extends far away, only a low-wattage electric light on the top of the corridor flickers with the fluctuating voltage.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the replica sculpture of "Goddess of Victory of Samothrace" with its head and hands already incomplete stands here in an elegant manner, representing the victory of the war and the joy that comes with it.

In the quiet building of the Academy of Fine Arts, there is only a light sticky sound when the brush and oil paint come into contact.

A girl with a high ponytail sits quietly in front of the canvas, tracing Rogier's polyptych "Doomsday" bit by bit with a fan-shaped pen.

The picture is divided into three parts, rendering the scene of heaven and earth hell in different atmospheres.

The "judge" Christ in a red robe and with a holy light on his head is located in the center of the picture. He raises his right hand high to guide the good-doers to heaven; lowering his left hand will drive the wicked to hell.

The girl put down her pen, pinched her sore shoulder, and her cell phone rang suddenly in the silence.

She was startled, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone to see that it was a call from her roommate.

"Xiaoyu, why haven't you come back? There is thunder outside, and it will rain soon. We are all in bed, but no one will go down and open the door for you." The young girl's youthful voice was on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, right now, I'm already packing my things, you help me tell the dormitory aunt to leave the door for me, it's only 5 minutes, I'll be there soon."

As the girl said, she hurriedly scratched the palette, poked all the brushes into a pen holder filled with turpentine, then turned off the light, took her schoolbag and locked the studio door, and hurried out.

The elevators in the art building were all closed after [-] pm, and the girls who came back late could only run down from the seventh floor.

Because of the saturation of the number of students, their entire Academy of Fine Arts will move to the old campus for classes next month, and this fine arts building will be converted into a student dormitory.

The girl reluctantly glanced at the studio where she usually attends classes, and couldn't help but sigh.

The atmosphere in the old campus is good, but after all, I have been taking classes here for more than three years and will graduate soon. This old building has already carried the common memories of too many people.

For example, the professors of design and aesthetics who once had a big fight over a classroom later got into trouble to separate schools;

For example, the teacher punished me to stand at the door to repent because I was a college student and was 2 minutes late for class, so I stood shamelessly in a row holding breakfast in my hand like this;

For example, in order to prepare for the competition, the Department of Fashion Design frightened many freshmen by arranging mannequins randomly, and finally destroyed them in a heavy rainstorm;

Another example is the headless and hands-free statue of Victory in the lobby on the third floor. It is said that a professor of the Sculpture Academy completely reproduced the statues in the Louvre Museum in full scale. It was photographed on the [-]th anniversary of the Academy of Fine Arts Give it here.

The girl smiled, she had so many memories before she knew it, and she was really sad.

Passing by the hall on the third floor, the girl subconsciously looked at the statue of the goddess of victory, said in a low voice, "The goddess is destined to meet again", and then ran down with light steps.

The dim lights flickered, and the lightning like a silver snake outside the window instantly illuminated the entire art building.

The girl squeezed the strap of her schoolbag tightly, and slowly backed away.

The moment she ran downstairs, a strong sense of strangeness came over her, and her curiosity forced her to go back again.

Yes, there is indeed something wrong.

Did the Statue of Victory have a head before?

It seems... no...

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Zhu Yuhan was leaning on the side of the bed with one hand on his chin, drowsy, his head sank.

After Fu Huaiyu's operation, the anesthesia faded, and the incision was painful like a tear. He had been suffering for a whole day, and he hadn't eaten anything for a whole day. Now he was lying listlessly on the bed, only gasping for air.

He didn't even dare to take a big breath, the slight rise and fall of his chest would involve the knife edge.

Zhu Yuhan was actually so sleepy that he was unconscious, but he didn't dare to sleep. Before Fu Huaiyu fell asleep, he had to guard him carefully.

A cut in the body is an instant thing, but wound healing is a painful and long process.

"Go to sleep quickly, and leave me alone." Seeing his appearance, Fu Huaiyu also felt distressed.

The poor man hadn't had a good night's sleep for nearly a month because of the live broadcast of the murder case. The dark circles under his eyes were about to fall out.

What's more, he was as thin as a monkey.

When I think of monkeys, I really have auditory hallucinations, and the weird monkey calls suddenly sounded, screaming strangely in the quiet room.

Zhu Yuhan woke up in a jerk, touched his body, and finally pulled out his mobile phone under his buttocks.

Then, on the other end is an invitation from Tong Si who is ignorant of current affairs:

"Team Zhu, we are all in the back alley bar on Changqing Road now, it's up to you, whether you will come or not."

Zhu Yuhan yawned greatly, and asked casually, "Is Chu Rong here?"

The word "Chu Rong" was like a refreshing potion. Fu Huaiyu, who had been lying listlessly on the side, regained his energy in an instant, and even sat up in a second, staring at Zhu Yuhan.

In fact, there was no other meaning in Zhu Yuhan's question, because Tong Si said that everyone was there, so he just asked subconsciously.

"No..." Tong Si cleared his throat in embarrassment, "I didn't think he would come even if I called him, so I didn't call..."

Another long yawn, Zhu Yuhan smiled wearily: "I'm too sleepy, I won't go, you guys have fun."

After that, he hung up the phone.

"Why are you sitting up, lie down quickly, and be careful of the wound tearing." Zhu Yuhan hurriedly got up to help Fu Huaiyu.

"Why, if Chu Rong doesn't go, you're not interested in going, are you?"

He really didn't want to talk about Chu Rong's issue. He thought it was meaningless. The two always quarreled because of this matter. How long would it take to argue? He really didn't understand why Fu Huaiyu was targeting Shang. Chu Rong, how wronged people are.

But he also knows that Fu Huaiyu is sick and wounded now, and he can't be as knowledgeable as him, so he has to hold back!

Seeing that Zhu Yuhan was silent, Fu Huaiyu wanted to say something again, but his cell phone rang again.

Zhu Yuhan picked up his mobile phone and looked, it was Tong Si who had no eyesight, and there was nowhere to spread the fire, so he would not be polite when he encountered such a bad boy.

Picking up the phone, before you could say your fucking name, you heard Tong Si's slightly anxious voice:

"Team Zhu, a homicide has occurred, and now I have to go to the New Normal University immediately."

The alarm bell whistled, piercing the silent night sky.

When Zhu Yuhan and the others arrived at the scene of the crime, there were already several people around the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, clamoring and shouting. When they saw the police, they greeted them as if they were a savior.

A vicissitudes of life security chief, followed by a trembling girl who was crying.

"What's the situation?" Zhu Yuhan looked up at the old art building and asked.

"This child found a female head on the third floor and put it on the statue of the goddess. This frightened her." The elderly security chief licked his chapped lips.

"Take us over there to have a look." Zhu Yuhan waved his hand.

Tong Si had just come out of the bar. He was still wearing casual clothes, his hair was dyed a one-time grandma gray, and he had a row of earrings on his left ear. He didn't look like a policeman at all, so the security chief couldn't help but look at him twice.

As soon as they reached the third floor, they smelled a strong smell of blood. They changed their shoe covers at the stairs, pulled up the cordon and got in.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall statue of the Goddess of Victory stood here. Blood flowed down the snow-white body along the outline of the body. There was a head on the neck, long curly hair, eyes closed, and the night wind outside the window blowing in, blowing the head The hair around the ears.

"Where is the body?" Zhu Yuhan held his nose and looked around.

"This, I don't know, it was discovered by this little girl."

Zhu Yuhan rushed to Zhou Xiaoran who was still collecting footprints and said, "Call Chu Rong and ask him to come over quickly. In addition, leave one of you to collect footprints, and the others will find out where the corpse is hidden."

The girl whose head was found was still crying, out of breath, and even slightly convulsed.

It seemed that he was really frightened.

Zhu Yuhan gave Tongsi a wink, as if to say, "Go and comfort her with your beauty, I'm worried that something will happen to her when she's scared."

Tong Si understood, walked up to the girl with a smile, and asked softly, "Do you know the deceased?"

When the girl heard this, her body began to twitch violently, then she rolled her eyes and fell straight backwards.

Tong Si hastened to support her, and said apologetically, "It seems that we can only be sent to the hospital first..."

The security chief on the side also didn't dare to look at it, but he couldn't help being curious, so he could only cover his eyes with his hand and peek through his fingers from time to time.

"Do you know the deceased?"

The security chief shook his head: "There are tens of thousands of students in this school, how can I remember everyone."

"Is there surveillance in this building?"

The security chief still shook his head: "Because they are about to move, this place will be converted into a dormitory, and all the cameras were removed last week."

As the security chief said, he thumped his thigh in frustration: "What do you call this a thing! If it gets out, who would dare to stop it?"

Zhu Yuhan glanced at him and lowered his voice: "If you don't tell me about this matter, no one will know about it. Our police will definitely not leak the news. The rest is up to you and the girl who witnessed the scene. Take control of yourself." Your mouth will be fine."

"Congratulations! The body of the deceased was found!" As soon as the words finished, Huang Jiu came panting, his face pale and ugly, "Go and have a look, it's too scary."

The location where the body was found was in a women's toilet on the third floor.

When he arrived at the scene, Zhu Yuhan understood what Huang Jiu meant by "scary people".

The head of the corpse had been cut off, and blood was splashed all over the bathroom. Even the ceiling had blood dripping to varying degrees. The headless corpse was standing still in the bathroom in a very distorted posture.

The corpse was slightly bent, and the ten fingers were in a state of grabbing an object.

Moreover, all the clothes on the corpse had been stripped off, and a pentagram pattern had been carved on the abdomen with a knife. The blood had solidified and turned red and black.

When the chief security officer saw this scene, he was so frightened that he screamed again and again, his legs went limp instantly, he sat down on the ground, and crawled back with both hands and feet.

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