short-lived physique

When 'Shi Jiting was arrested' was ranked on Weibo's trending search, most people were puzzled.

Who is Shi Jiting?Is he from the entertainment industry?Why did it appear on Weibo hot searches?

Only when I clicked it in for a look did someone realize that this person was the author of the famous "Beast" in the previous stage.This supposedly promising man was arrested for attempted murder in less than a month, which is simply absurd and funny.

Shi Jiting was somewhat well-known in the public at any rate, but the target of his attempted murder was indeed an unknown figure.Xiao Mu, an unknown person who has never heard his name, why did Shi Jiting kill him?

Could it be love and hatred?

Things got serious quickly, and in less than half a day, the second trending search about Shi Jiting appeared on Weibo.

'Shi Jiting is not the author of the original painting of "The Beast"'

This incident is as explosive as Shi Jiting's murder case. In other words, Shi Jiting's reputation rests on this painting. The public appreciates and recognizes him because of this painting, and will also despise him because of this painting.

No matter how high he has been exalted because of this painting, he will be knocked down so deeply by it.

"I knew that this person's previous painting style was too far from this one, and I knew it wasn't drawn by me at a glance!"

"The most outstanding New Age painter of this century is a thief who steals from others!"

"Liar! Thief! Shameless murderer!"

"This man's hand is not worthy of holding a paintbrush!"

Countless reporters rushed to interview this imprisoned prisoner and get first-hand information.

Why did he kill people, what was the relationship between the victim and him, who was the author of the original painting, and why did he plagiarize other people's works?

"If you ask me, maybe he stole more than just a painting, maybe he stole other people's previous works, who wouldn't be able to find a ghostwriter? If I have money, I can also be an outstanding painter in the new era."

Shi Jiting, who was imprisoned, held his head in pain, trying to escape everything.He frantically blocked his ears, not wanting to hear any more doubts about him.

He knew, knew that he was finished, his life, everything about him was over!It's over!

What will others say about him? !Say he is trash!Rubbish! !

It's all his fault!Xiao Mu! ! !

"It's all his fault, it's all his fault! It's Xiao Mu's fault!!!"

"What? Explain clearly?"

"It's all his fault, it's Xiao Mu, he lied to me, he lied to me, no, no, no, he's not Xiao Mu, he's not human, Xiao Mu is not Xiao Mu, he's a monster, he clearly said yes He has only one person, if there is only one person, I will still be me, I will not be caught, you didn't catch me, no...!"

Shi Jiting grabbed his hair vigorously, a few strands of black hair were roughly ripped off, he covered his head for a while, covered his ears for a while, laughed angrily, even though the police handcuffed his hands, he was still twitching crazily, His eyes were bloodshot.

During the excitement, bloody saliva splashed.

"It's all mine, haha, it's all mine—!"

……

The news about Shi Jiting was quickly reported. Not long ago, Gome, who was proud of him, kept silent about this former student. The newsman with a keen sense of smell easily locked his eyes on the person Shi Jiting wanted to kill. on the subject.

Xiao Mu.

They quickly dug out Xiao Mu's identity. This eighteen-year-old boy was Shi Jiting's younger brother. The two of them rarely got along with each other, but when they dug deeper, they found that every once in a while, Shi Jiting would look for him. Xiao Mu once.

And the time of each time is the time when Shi Jiting created the work.

The author of the original painting of "Beast" is almost 100% sure that it is Xiao Mu.

If the author of the original painting was Xiao Mu, they could understand why a newly talented painter would be so self-destructive and act at such a critical moment.

This incident spread very widely in just a few days. Netizens even picked up words such as 'new era', 'outstanding', and 'genius' to make jokes, such as 'then you are very new era', 'I think you It's an outstanding ××''As expected of you, you're a genius' and the sentence pattern appeared accordingly, and the influence was so bad that the most official official news station couldn't sit still, and decided to come down to interview in person.

The subject of the interview is Xiao Mu.

This young man who has been silent since the incident happened, he is like a shadow in the sun, silent and without a sense of existence.

When the young man was making a statement at the police station, he was calm as if he had just experienced a terrible murder. He stated the matter in a straightforward manner, without even personal emotion, as if he was telling a story outline.

When Shi Jiting was all talking about on the Internet, he didn't even show up once. The person who should scold Shi Jiting the most, was silent from the beginning to the end, not like a victim.

Are you afraid?Still timid?

Before the reporter came to Xiao Mu's house, he painted an image of a timid young man in his heart.

He knew that Xiao Mu was an orphan, and he was usually taciturn. He had just dropped out of school and had only one good friend by his side, and these things happened again. It was very normal for such a child to have some psychological problems.

He was well prepared, and no matter how weird the interviewee was, he would try his best to help him.

After knowing what Xiao Mu had experienced in the past 18 years, the reporter felt sorry for the child from the bottom of his heart, and decided before coming that if the child was confirmed to have a mental disorder, he would contact a psychiatrist for him.

When the appointed time came, the reporter knocked on the door of Xiao Mu's house.

The door opened.

Xiao Jun opened the door and walked in with reporters and cameramen.The room was tidied up very clean, and there was no trace of the blood flow all over the floor before.

The reporter and Xiao Jun greeted each other, and Xiao Jun led Xiao Mu out as soon as he entered the room.

The cameraman had already turned on the camera and aimed at the room inside.

A skinny young man appeared in the camera, only twenty years old, with a sickly pale skin that rarely seen the sun.The color of his whole body seems to be condensed into his black hair, which is so deep that it looks like it has been painted with a paintbrush.

His dull lips are often drawn downwards, and his eyes are so light when looking at people that he seems to have no focus, and he sits alone far away from them.

This is indeed a withdrawn and indifferent child as the reporter expected.

When he stayed in one place quietly, it was like wearing an invisibility cloak, automatically drawing a boundary with others.

The reporter carefully considered his tone, and with a kind smile on his face, he introduced himself.He is well versed in the way of speaking, he didn't get to the point directly at the beginning, but talked about the family's gossip, trying to narrow the distance between the two parties and reduce the boy's resistance.

However, this always useful method has stumbled for Xiao Mu.Only Xiao Junyi who was next to Xiao Mu talked to him, so that the reporter would not be so embarrassed.

Xiao Mu was as quiet as if he didn't exist, and his fingertips were still stained with a little white paint.

The chat was deadlocked, and the photographers on the side looked anxiously.At this time, the reporter said:

"Do you like drawing very much?"

The boy who had been expressionless all this time moved his face, and finally locked the focus on the reporter.

The interview finally began to enter the normal track.

Just now, the young man who was still like an exquisite inanimate puppet mentioned his field of interest, with a bright light in his eyes, and a flame ignited himself, burning out his amazing vitality.

Only at this time, he is a living person, and the brilliance emanating from his body is enough to attract everyone's attention.

The cameraman and reporter didn't know when it started, and their eyes stayed on the boy for a moment.

The teenager brought people into the room where he was painting, and let reporters take pictures of his works at will.

The heart beat faster and faster, the reporter became inexplicably nervous, and subconsciously felt——

What he will see is a miracle that can shock the world.

This idea, which can be called crazy, has become a true evaluation in front of these many paintings.

Reporters and videographers had almost nowhere to go. They carefully walked inside with their toes on their toes and their shoulders tucked away, for fear of accidentally bumping into something.

It's hard to describe what I'm feeling now, no amount of gorgeous rhetoric seems pale here.

Just like Alice in Wonderland, photographers and journalists suddenly broke into a strange and gorgeous world, each painting is like a crossing to another world, just one glance can suck people's soul away.

The cameraman of the photographer stared at a painting for a long time, in which there was a girl in a red wedding dress.The photographer brother unconsciously laughed along with the people in the painting, and cried while smiling.

It's really embarrassing for an old man over forty to cry in such a muddled way in front of others, but no one here can laugh at him.

In an instant, the photography master remembered a lot.

Thinking of his first love, thinking of his wife, and then suddenly thinking of his grandma who passed away very early.

He still remembered that long, long ago, his grandma waved the cattail fan and told him that the red flower head was the right glass of wine.He thought that the image of the old man who had been blurred for a long time became clear again at this time. Grandma always liked to talk about that period of the past over and over again, as if the best memories of her life stayed at that moment.

Even though the bride in the painting is smiling, the cameraman feels a sadness that cannot be ignored.

After going back today, I must spend time with my wife.

Thinking of the wrinkles on his wife's face and the faint white strands in her hair, the camera brother suddenly felt that he still owed her a lot these years.

The reporter didn't speak any more, and the camera moved slowly from each painting, taking every painting into the camera without missing any one.

After this video is released, no one will doubt that this eighteen-year-old boy is the genius who created "Beast".

There is nothing worse than it is.

A genius is an existence that is far beyond ordinary people's cognition, and cannot be questioned, let alone copied.A genius is that before he appeared, others could not imagine the existence of one ten-thousandth of it with all kinds of fantasies and speculations. Until he appeared, when people mentioned him, they would naturally appear in their minds—genius.

The reason why people like "Beast" is not only because of its unique painting method and gorgeous style, but mostly because it creates a world and breaks a small hole in this world for them to spy on.

In the center of the room is an unfinished painting, which is unique and distinct from the surrounding paintings.

Its color can be said to be very single, and it is almost completely covered with large white bedding. It may be because the painting has not been finished, and it is not clear what the painting is about.

However, it is such a simple unfinished painting that catches people's attention inexplicably.

The reporter held the tape recorder in both hands, with respect on his face.Now standing in front of him is no longer a teenager who has reached the age of eighteen, but a respectable artist.

It has nothing to do with age, fame, or status, it's just pure reverence from within.

His topic was also completely diverted from those boring people, and he only asked the boy about paintings and thoughts.

As for what kind of scumbag Shi Shi is, it is completely unimportant.

At the end of the talk, it has actually been a long time beyond the original schedule, and the reporter and cameraman are still a little reluctant to leave.He raised the curiosity in his heart:

"May I ask, do all your paintings have names?"

"I only have one painting with a name."

The reporter subconsciously thought of the unfinished painting, "Is that the painting? Can you tell me its name?" He pointed.

"It's not finished yet, I can't tell you."

Before leaving, the reporter and the photographer took turns shaking hands with Xiao Mu and said sincerely:

"You are my favorite painter, and your paintings are also my favorite." After a pause, "We believe that not only us, but people all over the world will love them! They are worthy of people's love!"

When hearing the first half of the sentence, Xiao Mu showed no expression.When the reporter and cameraman finished speaking, the boy laughed.

His smile is bright, like the blue sky after a heavy rain, there is no haze, only beauty.

He doesn't look like a boy, but he is really just a boy.

……

Leaving aside the restlessness caused by the complete release of this interview video, Xiao Mu returned to his room after the interview team left, and sat in front of the unfinished picture.

Outline with the tip of the pen, and draw the outline of a person in an understatement.

The outlines of the characters under the white paint seem to be covered with a layer of tulle, which makes them indistinct. When you look closely, you can find that they resemble Xiao Mu himself.

Xiao Junyi stood behind Xiao Mu, watching him like a black shadow.

Many times, Xiao Jun would show his presence beside Xiao Mu non-stop, and he never hesitated to show how close he is to Xiao Mu in front of others.

Xiao Mu's words are less indifferent, so he will talk to others for him; Xiao Mu has no friends, so he will be his only friend; Willing to help him settle everything except painting, and even more.

Xiao Mu doesn't need to talk, communicate, or think about the future.

You don't need anything, just leave everything to me.

He stroked his eyes, and there seemed to be an abyss hidden in the depths of the pupils, a temperature that could not be ignited even with a fire.

"Xiao Mu." Xiao Junyi spat out the name slowly, pausing every word, as if reciting some heavy spell.

With his body on his back, the young man added the last few strokes to his painting.After the pen fell, he turned around, looked at the black ring handed to him, and opened his eyes slightly.

Xiao Jun picked up the boy's face, and the immature face was superimposed with the more mature face in memory.

There was a familiarity in his eyes that made the young man throb, and there seemed to be a voice in his mind saying:

Get close to him, get close to him.

Xiao Junyi's hand was very warm, but there was something cool on his ring finger, as cold as ice.

"Stay with me forever."

He didn't use a pleading tone, and he didn't want to put the right to choose in the young man's hands.

In the past tens of thousands of years, he really knew what a cunning guy he was.

What he wants is too cunning, he can only spend the same amount of time building a huge cage with his own hands.Like a drama, set the lines for everyone on stage, perform, and control the direction of things.

After rehearsing the plot hundreds of billions of times in my mind, until the protagonists were all in place, something unexpected happened.

As soon as Xiao Jun looked into the young man's eyes, he slowly approached him, as if he wanted to look into the depths of his soul, or look at another person through this body.

The corners of his often smiling lips are bent downwards, unexpectedly he is somewhat similar to Xiao Mu.

He saw the boy's eyes flicker, was it to escape, or what?

It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore...

The mouth is warm, and the soft touch sticks tightly to the lips.

Xiao Jun's eyes widened, his face was a little blank.

Standing on tiptoe, the young man took the initiative to come up to him, as if the clouds floating freely in the sky stopped and descended to his side secretly.

His eyes were still twinkling, and all the stars in the sky fell into his eyes.

The boy opened his eyes, but Xiao Junyi suddenly closed them.His eyelids were trembling slightly, and his emotions lost control in an instant to the extent that even he was surprised.

Not because of anything else, just because he felt the temperature in the depths of his eyes rise for the first time.

Is it a hallucination?

For thousands of years, he once thought that the thing he hid in his eyes was a cold and hard stone, which would never react.

Xiao Junyi's hand loosened at some point, and touched his eyes.The flame-like temperature was transferred from the contact surface to his fingers, making his fingertips tremble.

That's right.

Not a hallucination.

Xiao Mu was moved.

Thousands of years ago, the heart he snatched from Xiao Mu beat spontaneously for the first time, conveying real, hot emotions.

Will this demon who feeds on people's hearts really fall in love with someone?

Obviously he had obtained the answer for tens of thousands of years, but when it was put in front of Xiao Junyi, he thought it was an accident.

He stood there at a loss, covering his eyes with one hand, and all the planned actions and words were turned into smoke.

He looked at the boy, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became dangerous.With tight teeth and deep pupils, he took off the character setting that belonged to 'Xiao Junyi', revealing the gloomyness that belongs to him only Qiang Jiudi.

For a moment, he really wanted to cut off the neck of the boy in front of him, and then his own neck.

Thousands of years ago, Xiao Mu was his only salvation, but his salvation deceived him and abandoned him.It took him thousands of years to find Xiao Mu, but he used the same method as Xiao Mu did to deceive him back.

The young man stood up, and covered Qiang Jiudi's hand with a slightly cool hand, covering his eyes.

His vision was completely plunged into darkness, the corners of Qiang Jiudi's eyes burned, and the water drops were hidden in places no one could see.

"My painting is finished, do you know its name?"

The teenager led him to the newly completed final painting.

Qiang Jiudi said:

"do you love me?"

The answer was irrelevant, but the young man didn't pay much attention to it, with a warm smile on his face, he released his right hand, and inserted five fingers of his left hand deeply into Qiang Jiudi's eye socket.

Bright red blood covered half of his face, and the appearance of 'Xiao Junyi' changed.

His height is elongated, his slightly immature face has become sharp and angular, and the face with a three-point smile has become cold and dangerous, and it is obvious at a glance that he is not a kind person.

His remaining intact eyes stared at Xiao Mu's painting.

There is only one word inscribed on the painting - "Magic".

The sense of uncertainty floating on the clouds finally fell to the ground, the fingers in the eye socket of the left eye were still viciously stirring, and the severe pain gave Qiang Jiudi a sense of reality.

He was not surprised, nor did he stop Xiao Mu's movements.

This game, he lost.

He lost.

The young man's appearance also changed. His figure grew sharply, his thin body became smooth and powerful, and his slightly weak facial features suddenly changed. The indifferent and flat expression was not suitable for him at all.

He was born with three points of banter, three points of sarcasm, and four points of recklessness.

His gestures make people dazzled and fascinated. He is the desire that is rooted in the depths of human hearts.

The only flaw is that there is a hole in his chest that is big enough to pass through his arm, and through that hole, he can even see the red flesh wriggling inside his body.

Xiao Mu stood beside Qiang Jiudi intimately, stroking his right hand as if he was stroking the closest lover in the world.With a strong left hand, the things that belonged to him finally returned to their original owners after thousands of years.

His empty chest finally began to grow blood.

The devil looked at the humans under him with a smile that was not a smile, and said softly:

"So nice."

The splattered blood spilled on the painting called "Magic", turning into a tear of blood that would never fall in front of the eyes of the person in the painting.

"you like me."

The temperature in his body seemed to leave along with the devil's heart, Qiang Jiudi said these words calmly, he did not seek a reply, and drew a conclusion for himself.

Until this moment, he was willing to believe the scorching temperature and beating just felt on the devil's heart.

Mo smiled lightly, and turned his right hand downwards on Qiang Jiudi's Adam's apple.

"Yes, I like you." He said it easily, a kiss landed on Qiang Jiudi's left eye, and the bright red blood stained his lips, "Then, can you die for me?"

Qiang Jiudi didn't reply, but like a sacrificial offering, he took a step forward and handed over his fragile neck to the hands of the demon.

"Good night."

The author has something to say: the full text is over.There is a chapter afterward, about the follow-up of the painter's world, the angle of Qiang Jiudi, and the angle of evil.

Demons do not love people, but the world is seduced by demons.This ending, in my opinion, is considered HE(?), after all, demons will never love people, just like people will never fall in love with a piece of bread (wryyyy?!).In fact, when Mo and Qiang Jiudi fight, Qiang Jiudi wins, but Qiang Jiudi gives up.

The devil knows that he can't beat Qiang Jiudi. In the painter's world, it's not so much that Qiang Jiudi is attacking the devil.Although the demon has no memory, the demon has sufficient confidence in his own nature (the nature of the crumbs in the world?).

I don’t have enough writing skills, and I still need to practice a lot. I bow to everyone who sees this here. See you in the next book~

(Rebirth) People who have a crush on me have turned their sexes——Naturally seductive Shura field