After selling several paintings, young painter Li Liang had some money and moved out of the house he shared with others. The new house he rented was a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment, relatively old, but the environment was particularly quiet.
The landlord counted the money Li Liang handed over and muttered, "There used to be a painter living here, a woman, very pretty, but unfortunately…" Before he could finish his words, his wife pinched him hard. Li Liang smiled and said, "What's the pity?" The fat woman immediately smiled and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, it's nothing to pity." As she spoke, a trace of fear flashed across the fat woman's eyes.
Li Liang didn't take it seriously. He closed the door and painted every day. Half a year later, several of his landscape paintings were selected to be sent to the province to participate in the provincial young painters' joint exhibition. Several of his paintings were ordered as soon as they were exhibited. .
When the two policemen came to his door that day, Li Liang had just gotten up. The older officer, Huang, seemed very friendly: "Painter Li, don't be nervous. We are here to find out some information from you. A few days ago, a man named Shen A man from the east had an accident while looking at your paintings in the exhibition hall.
Shen Dong was not interested in art or anything like that. Xie Tian was dragged there by his girlfriend. When he came to a work of Li Liang, Shen Dong's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at the landscape. The painting was clearly a landscape.
How could his girlfriend know that in Shen Dong's eyes, the landscape painting had turned into a woman's head. The woman smiled at Shen Dong, her smile was light and gentle, like a shy daffodil. Shen Dong's mind was startled. I immediately remembered that this woman was an employee of the company. Shen Dong had had some bad ideas about her, but she rejected him. Shen Dong found an excuse to fire her. Later I heard that she died of illness. But how could she Appearing in this painting?
Suddenly, the woman's face darkened, and she stared at Shen Dong with her eyes like torches… Shen Dong's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. He suddenly yelled, turned around and rushed out, but was hit by a speeding car. Bumped and flew…
Shen Dong's girlfriend insisted that Shen Dong's accident was related to Li Liang's painting. Li Liang's painting was clearly a landscape, so how could Shen Dong have mistaken it for a woman's head? The police also thought this was very strange, but After a while of hard work, they did not find any noteworthy clues. They even asked an authoritative expert to authenticate Li Liang's paintings, but they also found nothing. The police finally suspected that the problem might be with Shen Dong himself. He must have While appreciating the paintings, hallucinations occurred in my mind.
A month later, a private company boss named Wen Zhongping fell to his death. Wen Zhongping's company had just moved into a new office building. One of his subordinates knew that he liked to be pretentious, so he bought him a landscape painting by Li Liang. It was hung in Wen Zhongping's office. Wen Zhongping was very satisfied with it and admired it alone.
Suddenly, the subordinate heard the boss yelling in the office: "Oh my God! Please, don't come over. I will pay you back all the money I owe you." The subordinate and several colleagues knocked hard on the door, but it didn't open. They only heard The boss screamed at the top of his lungs: "Help!"
When the men rushed in, they were stunned by the scene before them: the boss was pale, staring at the painting on the wall, trembling all over, and stepped back to the balcony. It tilted and fell out, like a withered yellow leaf, gently falling from the 51st floor.
Later, employees of Wen Zhongping's company whispered in private: Not long ago, Wen Zhongping owed a supplier hundreds of thousands of dollars in payment for goods. The supplier asked for the money many times but to no avail, so in a fit of rage he ran to Wen Zhongping's home and committed suicide by taking poison.
Before he died, the supplier said something cruel: Mr. Wen, I will take revenge on you in hell! I will make you pay with your life! The ghost of possessed the painting and came to collect the debt from Wen Zhongping.
The person in charge of investigating Wen Zhongping's fall from the building happened to be the police officer surnamed Huang. Of course, he didn't believe in these ghost stories. But Wen Zhongping, like Shen Dong, had seen Li Liang's paintings and the incident happened after that. , which could not help but draw his attention to Li Liang. He then started to investigate Li Liang. (Ghost House: Please keep it if you reprint it!)
Li Liang was born in the countryside and loved painting since childhood, but unfortunately he failed to get into the art academy for several consecutive years. He never gave up and came to the provincial capital alone, where he became a disciple of a fine arts professor at the Normal University, and worked part-time while painting. He specializes in landscape painting. Experts say that his painting skills have become more mature in the past two years, his composition is fresh and distant, and his brushwork is exquisite and delicate. His fame is also growing. But he has no connection with Shen Dong and Wen Zhongping at all. Two parallel railway tracks will never intersect.
Soon, someone else got into trouble. The one in trouble was a surgeon named Liu. As soon as he entered the box that day, Dr. Liu was hugged by two sexy women in revealing clothes. One of them "bite" his face randomly, while the other one They kept blaming him, asking why he hadn't come to see them for so long, and whether he had been attracted by another bitch.
The mother on the side laughed and said, "You two girls are so ignorant . Doctor Liu has to do several operations a day. Today he took time out of his busy schedule to see you. You are still not satisfied and dare to complain. Seize the opportunity and have some fun with Dr. Liu!"
After drinking several glasses of wine without thinking, Dr. Liu was a little drunk. He looked up and saw a rural landscape painting hanging on the wall. "When was this hung up?" He spoke with a lisp.
A young lady burped and said, "Didn't you notice? Our box has been renovated. The boss asked us to hang this painting, saying it would make it more elegant. Whatever, come on, Dr. Liu, let's drink."
Doctor Liu waved his hand to ward her off and stared at the painting for a long time. He sobered up all of a sudden and his face suddenly turned pale.
Suddenly, Dr. Liu yelled, stood up, turned around and ran out, but he ran into the door frame in a panic, foaming at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground like a hollow sack. The mother quickly asked someone to send Dr. Liu to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Before leaving, the mother vaguely heard the child's laughter. She turned her head to look at the painting on the wall and was surprised to find that the pastoral scenery in the painting had disappeared and the head of a little boy of seven or eight years old appeared on it. But in the blink of an eye, the boy's head disappeared again, and the canvas still showed the fresh and timeless pastoral scenery.
The famous doctor Liu Yidao in the provincial capital was struck by a phoenix. His mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, he could not speak clearly, and half of his body could not move. He could only lie in bed all day and night, unable to take care of himself, let alone take care of himself. The scalpel.
Many days later, the mother at the casino suddenly remembered a news story she had seen on TV six months ago about a little boy who died on the operating table. His parents suspected that the doctor had killed him. Holding a large photo of the little boy, they ran to the hospital entrance to make trouble. The head portrait that Mommy saw in the picture was that little boy. It was said that the doctor who performed the operation on the boy was Liu.
Officer Huang suspected that there was something wrong with the paint Li Liang used, perhaps mixed with some kind of hallucinogenic substance that could cause people to hallucinate when appreciating the paintings. He borrowed a few paintings from Li Liang and stared at them for several hours. , but no hallucinations were produced.
One of his men came to him with a test report in his hand: the pigment was not mixed with hallucinogenic substances, but calcium and phosphorus were found. Officer Huang frowned and said, "Calcium and phosphorus? What do you mean?"
The subordinate looked at Officer Huang with some uneasiness: "I suspect, I suspect that the paint is mixed with human ashes." Officer Huang jumped up in shock: "The paint is mixed with human ashes?"
It was already late at night. Li Liang was chatting with someone on QQ. The other person's nickname was "Xian'er", and she was a girl. Li Liang had met her online two years ago. Xian'er was also a painter, and the two had We share the same hobbies and interests, so we get along very well and sometimes we talk for more than ten hours.
Li Liang always wanted to meet Xian'er, but Xian'er declined: "I can't stand the sunlight. Can't we just stay like this?" Li Liang suggested video chatting, but Xian'er disagreed: "Leave some mystery, There is more room for imagination between each other. Have you forgotten that imagination is always better than the real world? "Li Liang was helpless.
Tonight, Li Liang told Xian'er about a series of strange things that happened recently. He finally said, "Xian'er, don't you think it's funny? Today, that stupid police officer came to me and said that those strange things might be related to my painting. It's about the pigments, and they say that the pigments contain human ashes. But Xian'er, I've long wanted to ask, why are those pigments you sent me so magical? Every time I paint with those pigments, I feel particularly passionate. I used to paint very well. But when I used the paints I bought, the passion disappeared and the paintings turned out terrible. Why is that?
Xianji didn't respond for a long time, and then, Xianer's profile picture turned gray. Li Liang was anxious: "Xianer, why did you log off?"
From then on, Xian'er never came online again. Li Liang was very depressed. That day, he found the wrapping paper that Xian'er used to send the paint, and found the sender's address on it: Room 766, Zone D, No. 981, Xinkai Road. He took a taxi and went straight there.
No. 981 Xinkai Road turned out to be a funeral home. Li Liang was stunned. He trembled and found the D area where the urns were stored. No. 766 stored the ashes of a girl named Wang Mengdi.
Li Liang suddenly remembered that when he was drinking with the landlord, the landlord said that the girl who used to live in the house was named Wang Mengdi. After being dumped by her boyfriend, she was so depressed that she hanged herself in that house.