Chapter 153 Jumping onto Pei Yuan's face and opening wide

Qiao Chuchu motioned Weisheng Wenzhan to look at the woman's hand in the painting: "When a normal person lies down, no matter how they pose, their wrist cannot be bent like this."

Qiao Chuchu asked: "Can I borrow your hand?"

Wenzhan raised his hand, and she took it and imitated the posture of the woman in the painting: "You see, a normal person's hand can't be twisted here. If I bend it again, you will feel pain, right?"

Weisheng Wenzhan nodded and listened to her carefully.

Qiao Chuchu said: "Suppose, you are a painter, and you paint your beloved, would you let your beloved's hand be twisted like this? The most important thing is, with the wrist twisted like this, the model is still smiling. It hurts just looking at it, how can she smile?"

Weisheng Wenzhan's expression gradually became profound: "Then why hasn't anyone raised this question?"

Qiao Chuchu put down his hand and asked instead of answering: "Do you know why I stopped painting and started drawing comics instead?"

Weisheng Wenzhan looked at her puzzled.

She laughed at herself, "Because no one dares to tell me the truth, they all say that everything I paint is good, and they all rush to buy everything I paint, because I am the eighth daughter of the Pei family, and the eighth daughter of the Pei family will not make mistakes."

Qiao Chuchu sighed and looked at the person in the painting, "I think his painting is very uncomfortable, and his hands are twisted, but I won't say it, because I don't want to cause trouble, and I'm too lazy to interfere with the other party's aesthetics. It's okay for everyone to just get by. But I will avoid this painter in the future and never come here again."

She looked around, "There are girls and flowers here, and the girls' bodies are buried in the flowers, only their faces and parts of their bodies are exposed. At first glance, they are beautiful, but they all have problems with twisted limbs."

"This is clearly a realistic oil painting." The more she spoke, the creepier she became: "He always used models to paint, but he painted these girls into twisted works of art and hung them on the wall. What was his mentality when he was painting?"

Qiao Chuchu couldn't help but shudder when she thought of this: "I'll go find my eldest brother, it's almost time for us to leave."

Weisheng Wenzhan nodded and stared at the painting on the wall.

The girl was buried in the flowers, with only her arms, thighs, and face exposed.

He looked at the other paintings.

A girl lay on her side on the ground, closing her eyes comfortably, surrounded by rose thorns.

Roses wrapped around her fair neck, wrists, ankles, and waist.

She lay on the wooden floor, with rose petals scattered on her black hair.

Bright red, delicate, rose petals.

Weisheng Wenzhan scanned the paintings around him, and the coolness climbed up his back carefully, like a tightly stitched machine, tightening his nerves one by one.

He understood!

He understood!!

Wenzhan strode to Qiao Chuchu's side and warned in a deep voice: "Wait for us over there by the cake, I'll go find your eldest brother!"

Qiao Chuchu didn't understand, but nodded: "Okay."

Weisheng Wenzhan looked around the exhibition and saw the Pei brothers on the second floor.

He strode up the steps, walked up to them and said bluntly: "I know who the murderer is."

Pei Yuan: "? What?"

Weisheng Wenzhan glanced around and lowered his voice: "The person who will kill Qiao Chuchu in the future is Meng Yashu. The flowers are a metaphor for the girls' dismembered bodies. He killed those girls and used living models as a cover-up and painted them openly."

Weisheng Wenzhan was very sure: "The appearance of these models in the painting is the original appearance of the corpses!"

The Pei brothers' faces turned pale, and they were all shocked.

Pei Buxian was stunned: "Why do you think so?"

"Qiao Chuchu said so." Weisheng Wenzhan said: "She said that the paintings here made her feel uncomfortable, her bones were twisted and deformed, but the models were still smiling, making her feel like a dead person."

Lou Tingsi frowned: "But Meng Yashu is a patient who is powerless? He is always weak and doesn't look like he can kill people at all."

Ying Chen looked around in surprise, and the more he looked, the more creepy he became: "Brother Wenzhan, you think too much, right? Could it be a misunderstanding?"

Pei Yuan was silent, slowly digesting Weisheng Wenzhan's words.

A hearty voice rang from not far away: "Welcome everyone to my exhibition!"

He looked at the source of the voice.

I don't know when a group of people gathered here.

Meng Yashu stood in front of a huge painting, with a warm smile on his face. He said in English: "I know everyone is curious about the painting I am covering now. In fact, it is a semi-finished product."

He looked at the huge painting hanging on the wall, which was still covered with white cloth, and he didn't know what the painting really looked like.

"I have been painting this painting for three years, and I have been working on it meticulously, but I have never painted the face, because I think I have not found the perfect point yet."

Meng Yashu showed a gentle expression facing his lover: "But now I have found it, and I know how to paint it."

He looked like he had gotten what he wanted, and said with enjoyment: "So now I hope everyone can appreciate this semi-finished product with me, and look forward to its finished appearance."

He pulled off the white cloth with force!

The moment the white cloth fell, everyone's eyes lit up!

The girl in the painting has a pair of extremely beautiful feather wings, like an angel descending from the sky.

The girl has no facial features, but she looks lifelike. Her curly hair is blown by the wind, her arms are folded in front of her body, and her hands are twisted and twisted, making a heart shape over her chest.

The girl's hands seem to have been twisted, and her wrists and fingers are all wrapped in soft pink rose wreaths.

This is the only painting where the trunk is not blocked by flowers, but instead decorated with small flowers.

It is very beautiful and impactful.

The whole audience exclaimed: "Wow! So beautiful!"

"What a beautiful painting! It astounds my soul!"

Meng Yashu accepted the flattery of the crowd, stared at the painting with loving eyes and said: "For three years, I have been begging God all the time to give me the inspiration for this painting, and when she really came, I knew that God's guidance had come."

Meng Yashu's eyes passed through the sea of ​​people and locked on Pei Yuan's face: "Gentlemen of the Pei family, what do you think?"

He grinned as wide as he could and asked happily: "Is this painting perfect?"

Pei Youchuan's eyelids twitched, and he was furious: "You fucking——"

Pei Yuan held his brother down and walked to the painting calmly.

The Pei family members stared at Meng Yashu fiercely, as if they were poisoned.

In contrast, Pei Yuan's eyes were very gentle.

He carefully looked at every detail of the painting surrounded by flowers. The more he looked, the more he smiled. He turned to look at Meng Yashu: "It's perfect."

Meng Yashu's eyes lit up, and she said expectantly: "If I finish it, would you want to buy it?"

"Of course." Pei Yuan looked at him tenderly: "The premise is that you have to finish it."

Meng Yashu stared at Pei Yuan closely: "I will definitely finish it."

He smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Please be sure to come and support me then."

Pei Yuan said nothing more, turned and left, the smile on his face gradually cooled, and stood in front of Weisheng Wen Zhan: "Let Weisheng Huai Ling go and check it out."

Wen Zhan said coldly: "I have already asked him to go, and I guess he has already sneaked in by now."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

Weisheng Wenzhan opened his phone and saw the photo, his face darkened: "I guessed right."

He handed the phone to them: "Meng Yashu is the murderer."