[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

The accentuated color of the neck vaguely indicated that it was a wound cut by a sharp weapon. The fatal wound made her unable to continue the next murderous intention. She could only maintain a stiff movement, as if she was about to fall down in a second.

But it is not she who is the most eye-catching in the picture.

Arnott saw another figure with his back to the viewer almost at a glance.She was only wearing a coat, half kneeling beside Lorelai, her huddled posture showed intimacy, but the accentuated ink marks on the long and narrow knife in her hand showed the identity of this person as a murderer.

Arnott: "Isn't this way of death too gentle for Mr. Hannibal's other paintings?"

Didn't see the girl's expected panic expression, Hannibal was silent for a few seconds, he seemed to have thought of something, the posture of clenched fists and ready to go was gradually relaxed, the wind brought him The whispered words in his mouth, his low voice is full of unbearable intoxication, which makes people feel like listening to a magnificent epic chapter, "A piece of black land, a blood-red letter A--the obvious truth, the knife carved from the chest The handwriting that enters the heart is far more tormented than the punishment on the body."

Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter.

"Mental torture is more painful than physical injury—is this what you want to express?" The girl took two steps back, her eyes shining brightly, "betrayal, ambition, greed, struggle, paranoia, and then die in Servants of those close to you, this is the way you plan to die for Lorelai, right?"

The handsome Doctor Hannibal tied up his collar, and he showed a broad smile, as if he was just a psychiatrist asking kindly at the moment, and she was his patient who needed to be comforted in his emotional breakdown.

"Smart girl," he said.

"So, how about making a bet?" Arnott folded the painting in her hand and stuffed it into her pocket, "If I lose, I will do something for you within my power. If I win, the painting Just give it to me?"

What she was talking about was the half-finished painting of the dead face in her hand, but she said so verbally, but she didn't show any intention of returning it in her actions.

"Bet."

"Just bet...the one who killed Lorelai wasn't me."

A bet like an oath renders a ridiculous color.

Unperceivable emotions make her judge the world by inertia and reason, and inertia deceives her, making her think that her "best friend" is still the same as before, but Lorelei's inside has already rotted into mud.

——The lighthouse guides the late sailing ships in the dark night.

But the lighthouse that has already turned, will you take the ship to the reef?

Will you choose to watch a collapse, or die with the ship?

That musical exchange will come sooner than expected.

Lorelei's body is fine now, even the most injured leg has scabs now, the doctor told her not to exercise strenuously, so she was released from the hospital.

Maybe it was because she held it in for too long. Even Lorelai, who had been depressed for so many days, couldn't help but looked at the sky and showed a nice smile when she left the hospital gate. After that, Arnott who came out just replaced her After completing the formalities, seeing her smiling happily, she swallowed her urging words.

It was already ten minutes later when the two of them sat in the car.

The driver of the car had good driving skills, and there was no bumps on the road. Arnott closed his eyes and rested for a while, then suddenly remembered something and took out a package from the shelf and handed it to the girl beside him, "Remember to change it." She said .

A music exchange meeting is no better than a banquet for business communication. Although you don’t need to dress up to go out, it’s better to wear formal clothes to show formality.

The music crowd has their own circle, and this kind of meeting is the most suitable for the seniors to bring the younger generations to meet the world and introduce them. If you are lucky and make a good relationship, it can be regarded as a network of contacts.

And Lorelai, as Flori's favorite student, would naturally be able to participate in such an exchange meeting without the help of the other party.

She has a lively personality, can't stand the coldness, and is very good at the art of speaking. Those older people who talked to her have left a good impression on her. She moves around like a fish in water when people come and go By the way, whether it's Wei Dier, who seems easy to get along with, or Ganaid, who always has a straight face, after a few conversations, she can always attract a friendly smile.

It's just that she seemed to be bored. Not long after the meeting started, she brought a glass of wine and came to find Arnott who was hiding in the corner and eating cake.

"Didn't you say that Fornodis will come?" She said in a reproachful tone, but there was no blame in her eyes. Arnott swallowed the cake, and before she could explain herself, Fornodis's face appeared in her sight. figure.

Arnott: "He's here."

Fornodis is 46 years old and his wife died early. Fortunately, she left him a 20-year-old young and beautiful daughter, which saved him from an unprecedented crisis.

It's just that although he is nearly half a hundred years old, he doesn't look much old. The passage of time has left indelible wrinkles on everyone's faces, but it seems to have forgiven him - he is wearing a casual shirt, He walks with a personable etiquette. He is not very handsome, but his long-term musical literacy has bred his unique gentle temperament, which adds a lot of points to him.

His temperament made him look extraordinarily charming, but in comparison, it was the girl next to him that caught the eye.

She obviously dressed up specially, the young girl is full of vigor, her figure is hot and hot, but the most beautiful scenery is wrapped in the skirt, her appearance is similar to Lorelei's bright, The difference is that her character is more shy, she seems to have noticed the undisguised admiration of everyone, she subconsciously shrank behind Fornodis, and the faint red color gradually climbed from her neck, making her She looks more and more alluring, man.

Arnott has been distracted for so long, it is impossible for Lorelai, who is beside her, not to notice, she pushed the young girl who seemed to be in a daze at the father and daughter, and asked, "Arnault knows Is that girl?"

Naturally, we know each other.

"Lorelai doesn't remember? It's not the first time you've seen her, right?" Arnott blinked, "That's Weasley, the daughter of Mr. Fornodis."

Lorelei frowned, as if he was seriously recalling, and shook his head after a while, "I probably haven't seen it before, every time Mr. Fornodis participates in the exchange meeting, he comes alone, although he won't refuse others. Talk, but he rarely talked about his family, this is the first time I know that he has a daughter named Weasley."

"Is that so..." Arnott frowned slightly after hearing the other party's explanation.

Weasley's pure and innocent expression does not seem to be faked. She looks exquisitely like an SD doll, but her personality is a little too shy. She seems to have little communication with the world, but she shows a complete dependence on her father look.

No wonder she thought too much.

Especially just now when someone walked by and bumped into Weasley slightly, the girl who couldn't stand still staggered and fell into his father's arms. His face was full of obvious resentment and pampering, but this look , but not like a father to his lovely daughter.

"Honey, don't be here..." Arnott sat in a remote place, and chose a hidden place, so she, who was ignored, saw a pair of wild mandarin ducks embracing and walking in front of her. After passing by, the man eagerly grabbed the woman's collar, and the woman's voice was soft as water.

For a fleeting moment, she saw the man's eyes.

This is the look.

It was the same emotion in Fornodis's eyes just now - when he looked at Weasley, what flowed through his eyes was the hidden passion and desire.

It's not the father's love for his daughter, but the pure love and desire of a man for a woman.