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Wax is a relatively stable substance that will not fade, but it is afraid of being scratched.So Zhang Xian can easily distinguish the contents of the painting.

There are two people in the painting, one big and one small, a man and a boy.

The man was wearing a blue top with a red quilt covering his stomach.

The boy was [-] degrees away from the man, holding a red and black toy.

Is it Tang Changyue?

— it looked very much like the man had rested, and the boy was playing alone beside him.

"No, it's not that simple." Zhang Xian frowned.

The child's paintings are quite abstract, and the content of the picture is a bit weird. He is thinking, what is the reason why the man still keeps his eyes open and wears shoes when he is resting?

Zhang Xian closed his eyes and opened them again.

This time he looked much more serious.

Red quilts are rarely used except for wedding quilts.But if it is a happy quilt, it will be embroidered with patterns such as dragon and phoenix showing prosperity, mandarin ducks playing in water, and the like.

And such an intense pure red...

This is not a quilt, it is blood!

The man was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely from his abdomen and between his legs.

The boy stood nearby, holding a pair of large scissors, and the blood ran down the scissors into his hands and dripped down his elbows.

The little boy killed the man.

——This is the truth of the painting!

"Is this why Tang Changyue doesn't want me to continue the investigation?"

Zhang Xian felt cold all over.

Looking at the age of the little boy, and then thinking about the owner of this house...Thinking carefully, I am terrified.

If the person who drew the painting was Tang Changyue, then, many years ago, did he kill someone?

"Gah-"

A crow sounded suddenly outside.

"Quack!"

A childish response suddenly sounded from his chest.

The duck cub seemed to sense something, and popped out his little head.

The temperature of the duck cub came through the pocket.

This faint warmth made Zhang Xian recover.

He rubbed the baby duck in his pocket:

"These are only indirect evidence, and no conclusion can be drawn without forming a complete chain of evidence."

Everyone knows that adults and children have obvious physical strength differences. In the case of a head-to-head fight, the child must lose.

The child didn't lose, so it can be inferred that something must have happened before.

According to the description in the painting, if the child is the murderer, he can still draw a picture to commemorate it afterwards.There were no wounds on the child, and it was obvious that he did not suffer any injuries after he injured the man.

When a normal person is stabbed, a counterattack is inevitable.If you don't fight back, you are likely to be unable to fight back or unable to fight back.

Why not fight back?

It's very simple, Zhang Xian looked at the soaked part of the painting.

There is likely to be someone or something painted there that makes the man unable to fight back.

That's a clue.

Of course, there is another possibility.

The man doesn't want to fight back at all, he is looking for his own death.

This is to consider:

Who is this man, what is his relationship with the little boy, and what is the past between them.

And a third possibility that is easily overlooked.

The person holding the scissors is not necessarily the murderer, and the person bleeding is not necessarily the victim.

What if the man stabbed his stomach by himself, or was stabbed by someone else, and the child found out afterwards?

The man may have been comatose or dead before then.But in order to save people, will the child kill the scissors?

After the scissors were pulled out, the blood lacked blockage and flowed out.

The correct way of first aid is of course not to pull out the scissors, but let alone children, many adults do not have common sense of first aid.

In panic and without common sense of first aid, the child is likely to do bad things with good intentions.

Zhang Xian's heart was beating steadily. He took pictures of the paintings and the room with his mobile phone, and was going to ask Tang Changyue for a question.

The reason why he doesn't send Weixin or make phone calls is because what he communicates face-to-face is not only verbal information, but also emotions and micro-expressions. He can better interpret Tang Changyue and convey his meaning to the other party better.

Unexpectedly, just after taking two photos, I suddenly heard Zhao Ming's frantic scream from outside: "Help!"

The tone of the voice has changed, and it is almost hoarse:

"Help! Help—"

Zhang Xian immediately put down the painting, turned around and rushed out of the Westinghouse.

Strange to say, as soon as he left the Westinghouse, the cold feeling surrounded his whole body again, and a trace of blood was caught at the end of his nose.

Taking a closer look, Zhao Ming was not inside the house, but outside, with his back against half of the door frame.

Zhao Ming turned his back to him, twisted his body, and was fighting someone.But his feet gradually lifted off the ground, and the ground seemed to be spattered with blood.

It was important to save lives, Zhang Xian didn't say a word, bit the flashlight, freed his hand to grab the heavy wooden box on the window sill, and rushed towards Zhao Ming.

This is called "replacing defense with offense". Zhang Xian didn't believe that the opponent could persevere in killing Zhao Ming under his own attack.

No matter who makes the move, two against one, the opponent always suffers.

But Zhang Xian's flashlight passed by, and the wooden box passed by, but it was empty.

There was no one in front of Zhao Ming.

There was an invisible hand at the throat, holding him tightly and pulling him off the ground.There were several cuts on his neck, and he was bleeding.

There is also a pair of rusted scissors visible in the throat, dangling in the air.

Soaring up into the air, grasping the throat, piercing the throat...

This is too much like the scene before the anchor died!

asphyxia.

Can't breathe.

pain.

very painful.

Zhao Ming's entire face was flushed with suffocation. Relying on his instinct, he was busy fighting against the evil that strangled him, not daring to relax at all.

As long as he let go, the evil thing can twist his neck in one fell swoop.

But he lost sight of the other, he cared about his own neck, but he couldn't care about the scissors.

The scissors were opened, and the two blades were facing Zhao Ming. The scissors tail was lifted slightly, and it was about to stab down!

Zhao Ming stared wide-eyed. If he could still scream, he would definitely call him Poyin.If time could turn back, he would never come to this ghostly place!

He wished he could kill himself who had made the decision earlier.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and time is irreversible.

The only savior now is...

"Truly—"

The wooden box was blocked between Zhao Ming and the scissors.

Scissors obviously didn't expect that someone would not go around when seeing the supernatural phenomenon, but rushed up to the bar instead, as if he was taken aback for a moment.

But then it pulled back hard... a step too late.

Is Zhang Xian a one-trick person?

He saw that the scissors were nailed to the wooden box, and immediately slapped it hard on the wall!

The tail of the scissors was hit by the wall, and the head of the scissors protruded a lot from the bottom of the box!

At this time, Scissors wanted to get out, but it was not as easy as before.

Anyone who has used scissors or studied mechanics knows that scissors are a product of the principle of leverage.

The magnitude of power and resistance is inversely proportional to the moment arm.That is to say, when the scissors cut things, if you want to save effort, the distance will be long; if you want to cut the distance, you will use effort.

Now Zhang Xian has knocked two pieces of wood into the scissors, and they are almost stuck to the screw in the middle of the scissors. His force arm is extremely short. If he wants to cut the wood and get out, he has to use all his strength.

Besides, does Zhang Xian only have two tricks?nonexistent.

Zhang Xian grabbed the handles of the scissors and slammed them at the gravel on the ground.

Usually very sharp things are not too hard. For example, cutting meat with a kitchen knife is no problem, but chopping stones with a kitchen knife will definitely curl the edge.

The blade of scissors faced the same fate.

Zhang Xian took the scissors and slashed at the rock.

Not only that, he put down his cane, picked up a rock, and "slapped" the scissors.

After this combination of punches that didn't talk about martial arts, the tip of the scissors was broken, and the blade body was broken several times, and the edge was also curled. Seeing that even the scraps sold had to be weighed by scrap iron.

If it had a human form, it would cry with anger.

It has never been such a suffocating ghost.

Or give up the scissors...

People do explode at critical moments, but explosions cannot sustain output.

Zhao Ming saw Zhang Xian leading the scissors away, and the life crisis was resolved by 50.00%, giving him a little respite.

But even if there was one percent left, the evil thing still insisted on his death.

If there is someone in front of him, he can kick or scratch him, but there is a cloud of air in front of him, so he can't do anything.

The evil thing on his neck was icy cold, and the deep chill, as the damaged skin soaked into his body, Zhao Ming couldn't see it. The blood vessels on his neck gradually turned black, and the blackness gradually spread to his head and whole body.

"How dare you...how dare...to reveal my secret, how dare you..."

"Kill! Kill!"

"Forget...forget everything to be safe..."

"go to hell……"

Zhao Ming suddenly rolled his eyes, the black eyeballs rolled into the eyelids, and the eye sockets were completely occupied by the whites of the eyes.

The tiny blood vessels on the whites of the eyes gradually turned black.

In the blink of an eye, the whites of his eyes were completely blackened.

That kind of black is the black painted on the rough white wall with inferior ink. It is lifeless and stiff.

Zhao Ming, who was suspended in the air, was put down, but only his toes touched the ground.

He staggered towards Zhang Xian, moving mechanically, as if he was a marionette being manipulated on the stage.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Walking to Zhang Xian's back, stretched out his hands forward, facing Zhang Xian's neck, and choked it down!

— bang!

A stone in the chest.

At the same time, Zhang Xian rolled over and avoided Zhao Ming's attack.

And copied it, picked up another stone, and continued to torture the scissors.

The scissors are about to cry, this person, can you stop racing against every minute and every second?

Zhang Xian had the upper hand over the scissors. Although the scissors didn't resist later, he didn't dare to neglect, and he didn't stop in one breath.

Unexpectedly, he turned himself into a big hammer and bang hard, and Zhao Ming suddenly disappeared behind him, there must be something wrong.

Zhang Xian had noticed it a long time ago, so he was on guard.

Zhao Ming was hit by a stone, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. He stared at his dark eyes, twisted his neck at a strange angle, and opened his mouth wide:

"Why help him..."

Although the mouth did not move, the voice had already reached Zhang Xian's ears.

Zhang Xian wondered: "If I don't help the living, should I still help evil gods?"

"The bad guys... deserve to die..."

"The state owns the state law, and the family has the family rules. I don't know what you are, but you have to follow the rules." Zhang Xian replied confidently, "Your activities must also be restricted. Let's discuss it and follow the rules. Good for you and me."

"No...no...no!"

"Zhao Ming" suddenly became excited: "You don't understand! You don't understand! You don't understand!"

Zhang Xian quickly comforted him: "Okay, okay, you know I don't understand, please tell me, this person—" He pointed at Zhao Ming, "How did he hurt you?"

Zhang Xian showed patience and was ready to understand the situation.

So what about evil things, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and evil things can also tell their own stories.

Besides, if there is no obsession, hatred, resentment, etc., how can a good person become an evil thing.

"Bad guys...bad guys..."

"What bad things did he do?" Zhang Xian asked.

"Bad guys...damn..."

"Zhao Ming" refused to continue the communication, and it may be that he was insane and unable to express his true meaning at all.

"...Okay." Zhang Xian had no choice but to give up language communication, and pressed the former pair of scissors with a rock, "Then I have to wake you up."

He picked up his cane and flexed his wrist.

Without a body, he has no way to start. Now that he has a body, what else can he do.

Just, let's beat it.

The author has something to say: The author has nothing to say today, so let the duck cub show you how cute it is~

Department Duck Cub Tong: Quack! (Brother Yan is so handsome! Come on, Brother Yan!)

Salt Brother: All right. (intermission, drink tea calmly)