Officer Xiang and Mumu

Ling Yunmu came over with a piece of clothing, rolled it into a ball and pressed it hard on the back of my head, and I half sat up in his position.

"Call, call 120!" He supported me from behind, and touched the phone with his other hand. I insisted, "Take the medicine first!"

"I'm fine, you're bleeding." He sounded like he was about to cry, and somehow I felt better: "I can't die, be obedient, take your medicine quickly..."

"Wait a moment."

"Ancestor, please, take your medicine quickly." If I had the strength, I wouldn't waste my tongue here. I just stuffed it into his mouth without any discussion. I have done this many times, but I finally reached this point...

He took out his phone and was stumped by the lock screen. I insisted that he take the medicine first or he would not make a single call.He was in a hurry, and looked back at the room very hesitantly.

Then he grabbed my hands and pressed them on the clothes, motioning for me to press them down hard. Does that mean I need to be self-reliant?

"I'm sorry, just hold on." He stood up like a god, as if he was going to die generously?

"What are you doing?" I looked at him inexplicably, and let him lie back on the ground so quickly, how inconsiderate!

"Officer Xiang, I can't let you down."

"Why don't you give me a kiss?"

It's a pity that the light is too dark, and it's backlit, so I can't see his expression clearly.After hesitating for only two seconds, he decisively walked away.

I sighed, the basement lit up, and I suddenly woke up, he was going to...

Next, I was half disabled and unable to control the situation at all, so I had to call for help, because Ling Yunmu was crazy!

His soul, which was already torn apart, finally reached a critical point when he saw the neatly folded bean curd bedding, and his thin body let out a hissing and lung-piercing scream.

"Ah-ahhh..."

Everything seems to go back three months ago, when he was just sent to the mental hospital. At that time, I witnessed what happened to him with my own eyes.

His heart was pierced, seeing him struggling alone, hurting himself alone, scratching his fingernails, sobbing and crying madly, pouring large pieces of ink on the ground, kneeling down to lick the dirty dirt.

"Mumu!" No matter how I yelled, he couldn't hear him. I really hated myself for being powerless and messing up everything. I didn't know whose number I called in my panic: "Help, Ling's house in Building [-] of Tao Juli, hurry up!" Come, someone!"

I don't know what was said there, I suddenly felt something was wrong, Ling Yunmu was graffiti?

When he was in the mental hospital, he used this method to describe the world in his mind, bloody mutilated|severed limbs, grotesque women and babies, intertwined death and desire, now, what did he see?

I had a premonition that he must have something to say to me, so I ignored the injuries on my body and continued to crawl towards his position.

"Hey hey woo-hey hey uh uh uh uh..." Like crying and laughing, he knelt there and swung his arms, turning his hand into a writing brush.

After finally standing on the edge of the table, I looked down at his "paintings".

The picture is dark, the sky is very gloomy, houses like haunted houses, trees like ghost claws, adults and children have skeleton-like faces, like walking dead holding hands.

Ling Yunmu's graffiti has always been terrifying, and the gloom from the depths of consciousness hits people's hearts directly. If I hadn't seen many bloody murders, I would not be able to stand seeing his paintings.

However, although this painting is terrifying, it looks like a family portrait?

Did you feel it when you got home?No, no, he "painted impromptu" after looking at the bean curd quilt on the bed, there must be some mystery in it.

I watched and watched, and finally I was dumbfounded!

This is indeed a family portrait. There are five members of the Ling family, Ling Qiaosheng, Zhang Li, Ling Youchen, Ling Xueer and Ling Yunmu. There are five people in total. The sixth person, who is he?

Volume Five: The Real Me