sculpture of tragic death
Qin Xiaowan had a bad cold, and it felt like sticky glue stuck in his nostrils, and all the smells became indistinct. When he made a detour back to the rental house and passed the smelly ditch, he didn't have to cover his nose anymore. .
It's all Song Xue's fault. After breaking up with her that night, she forced Qin Xiaowan to blow the cold wind on the balcony for most of the night.
In fact, Qin Xiaowan felt that there was no need for Song Xue to be so sad. After all, they were all senior students, and most lovers who were about to part ways were destined to accept the law of breaking up after graduation.
Song Xue didn't think so. After her boyfriend Cheng Cheng proposed to break up, she was completely numb. Slowly, she also became a little nervous, and said some nonsensical words to Qin Xiaowan as soon as she sat down.
Song Xue said, "Qin Xiaowan, have you noticed that our eyes can be deceiving?"
Qin Xiaowan nodded.
"Sometimes we stare hard at ourselves in the mirror and find that person is not us, sometimes we stare hard at a word and that word becomes less and less like that word, and we only see one person The surface cannot see through the essence."
Qin Xiaowan still nodded.
"Our ears can be deceiving, and what we hear is not the truth, is it?"
Qin Xiaowan still nodded.
"But our noses can never lie, there are always truths hidden in some smells."
Speaking of this, a strange light flashed in Song Xue's eyes.
Qin Xiaowan understood what she meant. Song Xue said that the night she broke up with her boyfriend, she smelled a strange perfume on her boyfriend.
Not long after, Qin Xiaowan realized that Song Xue's words could actually be understood with another way of thinking.
It all started when Mi Lan, who lived with her, lost a hand.
Mi Lan's hand was knocked off alive, leaving only a horrible severed limb hanging there.
For this reason, Mi Lan cried all night, it was her graduation project that she had worked on for several months, and she regarded it as a treasure.
Mi Lan's sculptures were destroyed, which indeed fit the theme of Mi Lan's works—tragic death.
Qin Xiaowan didn't understand why Mi Lan used such an uncomfortable theme. The sculptures she created were people struggling before dying, which looked quite creepy.
Mi Lan mumbled to her work in a daze: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die tragically, hehe…"
Qin Xiaowan hurried away, she thought her roommates were crazy.
Qin Xiaowan found that her cold seemed to be cured, and she could smell it when she woke up in the morning. This should have been a happy thing, but the smell that got into her nostrils was not a good smell.
It smelled like a stinky sewer. If I guessed right, it was the stinky sewer every time I took a shortcut back from school. She immediately thought of Song Xue, maybe this girl stepped into the stinky ditch again.
Ever since she lost her love, Song Xue got drunk every night. Once I came back and stepped into the stinky ditch. Song Xue yelled at the wickedness when she entered the door. She said that the cover of the sewer was lifted by someone, so she accidentally stepped in it.
After searching outside Song Xue's room for a while, Qin Xiaowan found that the stench didn't come from any pair of shoes placed by Song Xue's door. Her gaze soon fell on Mi Lan's sculptures. Mi Lan's sculpture with one hand knocked off had already been repaired. The hand that just connected it was done perfectly.
No, it should be said to be lifelike. So much so that Qin Xiaowan looked from a distance as if he had taken a living hand from a clay sculpture.
The stench was coming from that hand.
Qin Xiaowan put his nose on that hand and smelled it again and again, yes, this hand smelled bad.
Mi Lan silently came behind Qin Xiaowan, "What are you doing?" Her voice was as cold as if it had been taken out of a refrigerator, and Qin Xiaowan almost knocked over the sculpture in front of him in fright.
"Please stay away from my work." Mi Lan looked very angry, probably she was still worried about her work being smashed.
It's no wonder that since their rented house was pried open, but nothing was lost, only Mi Lan's sculpture was smashed, she began to suspect everyone, including Qin Xiaowan and Song Xue.
Qin Xiaowan felt that her eyes were getting weirder every day, as if she was hiding murderous intent…
Thinking of this, Qin Xiaowan felt that the bad cold was getting worse, and couldn't help shivering.
Listen, howling in the middle of the night
After going to school, Qin Xiaowan felt a little relieved. The air in the school should be purer, but unfortunately she will say goodbye soon, and she is a little reluctant to part.
When returning to the rented apartment with a stack of books in his arms, Qin Xiaowan was still thinking about the joy of the threesome with Song Xue and Milan that day, and accidentally bumped into a wall in front of her.
Oh, that's not a wall, that's a tall boy.
"Be careful, ditch!" The boy grabbed Qin Xiaowan who was about to fall.
Qin Xiaowan looked at the boy shyly, his eyes were very attractive.
"This stinky ditch is not clean."
The boy frowned. Qin Xiaowan thought it was funny, of course the stinky ditch was not clean. However, she found that the boy's eyes were full of fear as he stared at the stinking ditch.
"Don't you want to say that this place is haunted?" Qin Xiaowan suddenly wanted to have a few words with the boy in front of him.
"I'm not sure if it is, but every night there will be wailing." The boy still frowned.
"Oh, maybe there's a dead body hidden down there."
"It takes some effort to stuff a corpse in, and even with the lid off, the entrance is too narrow."
Seeing the boy staring at the ditch, thinking, Qin Xiaowan thought it was more fun, and then said: "This sewer is very narrow but deep. If you want to discard the corpse, you may score the corpse."
"That makes sense." The boy nodded while holding his chin, and gave Qin Xiaowan a meaningful look. Qin Xiaowan thought about Song Xue stepping into the ditch a few days ago, and continued: "It is said that the cover of the sewer a few days ago been uncovered."
"Yeah, this is also a good place to dump corpses. The smell can cover up the rotting smell of the corpse." The boy thought for a while and then said, "The smell can be covered up, but the ears can't cover it up."
Qin Xiaowan pursed her lips, and she borrowed Song Xue's words to further tease the boy in front of her: "But my friend said that what he sees and hears may not be true, but the nose can't lie."
"Is your friend a dog?" The boy shrugged as if he felt that he couldn't speak to Qin Xiaowan.
Qin Xiaowan smiled, not feeling angry at all. She managed to exchange phone numbers with the boy and learned that his name was Du Yang before going back to the rented house by detour.
Before parting, Du Yang said the last sentence to Qin Xiaowan: "I live in the building next to the ditch."
Qin Xiaowan didn't expect Du Yang to call him at midnight, his voice trembled a little on the phone, he said: "Qin Xiaowan, listen, listen…"
In the silent night, the only thing in my ears is the voice from the phone: Uh…uh…
It was the howling of a person being strangled by the throat.
Death is the most beautiful gesture
Are everyone around you crazy?
Mi Lan is still intoxicated in the creation of her "tragic death" sculpture. When Qin Xiaowan was free, he would sit not far away and watch her quietly, but he didn't dare to approach her. Mi Lan's appearance recently was terribly frightening, his eyes always flashed red, like a bloodthirsty monster.
At the beginning, they rented this house together so that they could create quietly. Now that Mi Lan's creative state is really not very good, Qin Xiaowan became more and more worried.
When she was in a daze, Song Xue came back crying.
"I can't find Cheng Cheng." After entering the door, Song Xue threw herself on the sofa and began to cry.
It was only during her intermittent crying that Qin Xiaowan understood what was going on. It turned out that Cheng Cheng seemed to have evaporated recently, not only could he not find other people, but even his phone was turned off. Song Xue went down to his dormitory to wait every day, but she returned disappointed.
"Maybe, maybe he is avoiding you on purpose?" After hesitating for a long time, Qin Xiaowan finally offered this cruel consolation.
"Impossible, his thesis advisor is also looking for him, he really disappeared!"
Qin Xiaowan looked at the despair on Song Xue's face, and was dumbfounded. Could it be that Cheng Cheng really disappeared.
Where could he be?
"I guess she ran away with some wild woman!" Song Xue roared angrily, answered Qin Xiaowan's question, got up and rushed into the room, closing the door heavily.
Qin Xiaowan was shocked by the loud "bang", and Mi Lan who was not far away just looked back lightly, and continued to immerse herself in the pile of gray-yellow soil.
What made Mi Lan so fascinated? Qin Xiaowan couldn't figure it out. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the hand that was smashed and repaired, and the smell of the stinky ditch was vaguely in his nostrils.
Mi Lan laughed and stood up, took two steps back, and stared at the work in front of her. It was another dying person, and Mi Lan made a new death figure. Qin Xiaowan looked over and shook his head. She didn't think that Mi Lan's newly made one was special, and it wasn't even as good as the one that was repaired after being knocked out.
Naturally, she didn't express her opinion, but suddenly had a thought in her mind and asked, "Why did you choose the subject of 'tragic death'?"
Mi Lan stared at her own work with burning eyes, then slowly turned to face Qin Xiaowan like a successful artist being interviewed by a reporter, her mouth was full of erratic emotions, and she said after a long time: "Death is the most beautiful gesture. "
After listening, Qin Xiaowan felt a little cold.
There is an undeniably breathtaking beauty in the determined gesture that twists into convulsive movements of the hand, lifelike only the smell of stinky gutters.
I'm crazy too! Hearing the thoughts in his heart, Qin Xiaowan shook his head vigorously.
In the evening, Qin Xiaowan persuaded Song Xue out of the room after talking about it, and took her to have something to eat. Mi Lan, who came out all the way, did not go with the two of them, saying that she wanted to go to the library to check the information and left alone.
After dinner, Qin Xiaowan accompanied Song Xue around the campus before returning to his residence.
Before entering the door, the two heard Mi Lan's cry.
The sculpture she just made was smashed again, this time it was a leg that was smashed, and the wet mud was crushed and spread limply on the ground.
Mi Lan turned her head, her red eyes were full of hatred: "The door was pried again."
Goosebumps appeared on Qin Xiaowan's cheeks.
Is there someone who died tragically there?
At night, Qin Xiaowan didn't sleep for a long time.
Du Yang's phone call came as expected, and Qin Xiaowan found that he seemed to like this boy, and liked to listen to his voice, even if it was the kind of vibrato with fear. Du Yang let her hear the wailing from the stinking ditch again.
Qin Xiaowan was so frightened that he curled up under the quilt, trembling.
After hanging up the phone, she faced the wall and recalled the conversation she had with Du Yang that day. Gradually, she felt that her back was getting colder and colder, and she couldn't help turning around to see if the window was open.
Turning his head, Qin Xiaowan saw a figure standing motionless behind him. This person's posture was very stiff, he raised his hand, turned his head again, and "creaked", the hand fell off, and then the torso was cracked into several pieces…
In the dim light, Qin Xiaowan bit the corner of his quilt in fright at the terrifying scene in front of him. A hand fell right next to her, and that hand fluttered and grabbed Qin Xiaowan's quilt and pulled it vigorously, making several "uh uh" wails every time it was pulled.
It was exactly what I heard on the phone.
The head that fell on the ground spoke, and the hoarse voice could vaguely be heard as a man: "Get me out, get me out…"
Qin Xiaowan didn't dare to move, almost wet the bed, the voice disappeared from his ears, and then the stumped limbs also disappeared.
The next day, when Qin Xiaowan woke up, the first thing he did was not to think about his graduation project, but to find Du Yang.
At Du Yang's residence, Qin Xiaowan took a few sips of the hot tea Du Yang had poured, his body still trembling. Du Yang looked at Qin Xiaowan with his very attractive eyes and said, "You believe it."
Qin Xiaowan nodded, clenched the cup tightly in her hand, her eyes with black circles were full of red blood, she almost cried and asked: "Then there is really a corpse down there?"
Du Yang was silent, the fear in his eyes deepened, he bit his lip and nodded after a long time.
"I think there's a very strong possibility that things went wrong after that night."
One night, Du Yang, who lived next to the stinking ditch, heard some weird noises, but because he was too tired to work on his graduation project, he didn't bother to get up to see what happened. But he had been listening to the sound near the ditch, "Plop…Plop…" It seemed that someone threw something into it, and the sound of splashing water made him have some bad associations. When he woke up the next day, he found that the cover of the sewer had indeed been touched by someone…
Every night after that, he could hear that terrible wail.
"Why didn't you call the police?" Qin Xiaowan asked.
"Call the police? I'm afraid the police won't believe it. After all, we didn't really find the body from inside, and the surrounding residents said that they didn't hear such a sound."
"Only you heard."
"You heard that too."
Du Yang raised his head and glanced at Qin Xiaowan, she suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Could it be that the wronged soul has found him, because he can hear his cry just like Du Yang.
noses don't lie
Qin Xiaowan felt that to get rid of all this, it was best to find out whether there were any dead bodies in the ditch. But Du Yang firmly opposed her approach. Du Yang believed that if the two of them rashly pried open the sewer manhole cover to retrieve the corpse, they might be confused at that time, unless they found out who the murderer was first. Qin Xiaowan believes that at least he can find out if anyone has disappeared in the vicinity for no reason.
However, in such a large campus and the chaotic environment around here, it is too difficult to find out if anyone is missing or find the murderer. When they were at a loss, the two decided to wait and see what happened, maybe the innocent soul would tell them the truth of the matter.
When Qin Xiaowan was troubled by this matter, Song Xue became even more weird, and several new sculptures of Mi Lan were smashed several times by someone breaking in the door. The ominous premonition in Qin Xiaowan's heart became stronger and stronger.
She found that every time Mi Lan's statue was smashed, the remodeled part was always too vivid.
One day, Song Xue's face suddenly had a different kind of brilliance, she pulled Qin Xiaowan out of the residence, and came to a corner of the campus that was usually sparsely populated.
Song Xue said: "Xiao Wan, I know who the woman Cheng Cheng is looking for behind my back."
"Who?" Qin Xiaowan looked at Song Xue worriedly, really wondering what stupid thing she would do next.
Song Xueshen lowered her voice mysteriously: "I just suspect that I smelled the perfume that appeared on Cheng Cheng's body that day on that woman's clothes…"
"But, there are so many women who use the same perfume!"
"No, that kind of perfume smells very special, I can't make a mistake." Song Xue's eyes flashed when she said this, "You forgot, I said that noses can't lie."
Qin Xiaowan still wanted to refute, but Song Xue suddenly showed a photo, it was a photo of Cheng Cheng.
"I found it secretly in that woman's room."
Unexpectedly, Song Xue had already investigated this far, Qin Xiaowan was a little surprised.
"Who do you think that person is?"
"have no idea."
"It's Mi Lan!" Song Xue's eyes were about to burst into flames, and she continued, gnashing her teeth, "I just said that something is wrong with her recently, so it turned out that she had caught up with me."
Tai Xiaowan felt that all this was too incredible, but a thought made her face change: "Xue, are you sure Cheng Cheng is missing?"
Song Xue nodded heavily: "Yes."
The wailing echoed in Qin Xiaowan's ears: "Get me out, get me out…"
Abandoning Song Xue, Qin Xiaowan ran away in a hurry. While running, she called Du Yang, and she yelled loudly into the connected phone: "I think I know who that corpse is!"
save my love
What Song Xue said that time was right, noses can't lie.
Qin Xiaowan guessed that his nose was right, and the smell of that stinking ditch was coming out of Mi Lan's smashed and repaired statues. She shuddered as she recalled Mi Lan's crazy look at those statues with the same proportions as normal human body. What is wrapped in those parts that were connected later, those clay sculptures and beautiful limbs?
Is it concrete, or a broken limb?
The first time I met Du Yang, they had already mentioned in their conversation that if you want to throw the corpse into that stinking ditch, you have to dismember the corpse. Some of those broken limbs must have been thrown into the stinking ditch, and the other part might be buried under the soil.
He was shouting: "Get me out, get me out…"
As soon as she entered Du Yang's residence, she uttered these words in one breath.
Du Yang looked at her silently without saying a word.
Terrible silence condensed in the air, and the sound of a bottle falling on the ground woke them up. When Qin Xiaowan turned his head, there was only the sound of running away footsteps outside Du Yang's room.
When Qin Xiaowan ran back to the rented house, the scene in front of her was enough to make her unforgettable for the rest of her life.
Those beautiful sculptures of Mi Lan have been smashed to pieces, Song Xue is still holding a hammer in her hand and Mi Lan rolled on the ground, Mi Lan is holding a sculpture knife in Song Xue's chest, the blood is stained red The clothes of the two.
Song Xue kept mumbling: "Chengcheng, I'm here to save you…"
"Kill you, I'll kill you, I want you to die miserably!" Mi Lan panted heavily, her red eyes turned hollow.
Qin Xiaowan looked blankly at the pile of broken sculptures all over the place. Some of those beautiful limbs were only partially smashed, but they still had a breathtaking beauty.
A few days later, Mi Lan was arrested for intentional murder. It turned out that she had already killed someone before she tried to kill Song Xue. A dispute arose…
After the murder, she used the ditch sewage soaked in the broken body of the boy to stir the soil for sculpture, and finally made it into a sculpture. The police collected all the dismembered corpses of the boy in the ditch. After verification, it was Du Yang who was missing from her class. Song Xue saved her life because of timely rescue, but she was severely stimulated and had to be admitted to the hospital for treatment.
After that, Qin Xiaowan never saw that boy with attractive eyes again.
A few months later, Qin Xiaowan's art exhibition was successfully held.
Those paintings in the art exhibition are the graduation works of this year, unexpectedly they caused a sensation in the art world of this city, and now some people have already bought them at a high price. There are also galleries who come to Qin Xiaowan to sign a contract. The so-called double gain of fame and fortune is like this.
The theme of her exhibition is "Emotions", and the most eye-catching painting is called "Despair".
Qin Xiaowan vividly expressed the despair of people with his wonderful brushwork. Those faces made people unforgettable and shocked the soul.
On the last day of the art exhibition, a person came to the exhibition hall, he was Cheng Cheng.
Chengcheng handed Qin Xiaowan a wedding invitation very sadly. The bride's name was unfamiliar, and Qin Xiaowan was not interested in guessing who she was.
During the conversation, they mentioned Song Xue.
Cheng Cheng said that he was sorry for Song Xue, that he had to marry that girl according to his parents' wishes, and that his mother was dying, so he couldn't be a rebellious son. He should have made it clear to Song Xue at the beginning, instead of disappearing quietly to avoid the problem. He never thought that Song Xue would be crazy about herself.
Qin Xiaowan couldn't help feeling sad too. After sending Cheng Cheng away, she thought that she should go to the mental hospital to see Song Xue later, and she wanted to give Song Xue the last gift instead of Cheng Cheng.
It was a bottle of perfume. Cheng Kai wanted to save money to buy it for Song Xue, and he had secretly dragged Qin Xiaowan to accompany him to see it many times…
When going out, Qin Xiaowan bought a newspaper. Mi Lan's murder was as sensational as her painting exhibition.
Qin Xiaowan looked back at the painting "Despair" again.
Mi Lan, you are right, death is the most beautiful gesture. If I wasn't inspired by your words, how could I have thought that "Despair" is the most soul-stirring emotion?
She smiled and put the perfume on the tip of her nose: Who says noses can't lie? The reason why Mi Lan smelled of perfume was because she had sprayed it with the trial kit she brought back. She just wanted to see the really desperate face.
As for that photo, Qin Xiaowan didn't understand what was going on, maybe Mi Lan had a crush on Cheng Cheng, maybe Song Xue was in a trance, maybe it was…so that even he misunderstood that Cheng Cheng was killed and dismembered, but , it doesn't matter now.
Song Xue's face of despair, Cheng Cheng's face of despair, and Mi Lan's face of despair hovered before her eyes.
It is very beautiful.