Chapter 115 Goat Head, One Last Look
The stone table in the inner courtyard of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall.
Gong Qi walked in quickly and said, "The focus of the patrol station seems to have shifted recently. All the manpower is focused on No. 8 Middle School. The Second Team of the Investigation Bureau has been transferred over to help."
Zhao Zhixin's eyes flickered slightly. "I investigated and found that a body was found in the school's female restroom. The cause of death was very strange and attracted the attention of the police station."
Zhao Zhixin paused and continued, "As a result, the police station's personnel have been transferred away, and the search for [Black Face] will naturally be relaxed. For us, this is undoubtedly good news."
Hong Ya, who was standing by, held her cheek with her fingers, gently supported her chin, nodded as if she understood, and then asked, "It's been several days, and you still haven't found anyone?"
Before he finished speaking, Li Bashan took out his phone from his pocket, quickly opened a text message, and glanced at the address and house number.
After he relayed the information to everyone in a muffled voice, he suddenly clenched his fists, crushing the cell phone and phone card into powder, which flowed from between his thick fingers to the ground and disappeared in the wind.
Hong Ya ran back to the bedroom, took out a box from the closet, and took out a stack of masks from it. Hong Ya hugged the masks tightly and carefully returned to the stone table.
She gently put down the masks and spread them out one by one on the table.
Each mask is exquisitely crafted, with fine lines outlining the patterns of various animals, except that the expressions are either weird or ferocious, and the colors are either bright or dull. When combined together, they add a touch of demonic aura.
Yuan Xidi took Feng Mu to the table. He bared his teeth, reached out to pick up a hyena mask from the table and put it on his face. The hyena opened its mouth wide, and its sharp teeth were stained blood.
"Junior brother, choose one." Li Bashan said in a muffled voice.
Feng Mu looked up and saw that the latter was wearing a tiger mask with half black and half white patterns on his face, like a vicious tiger hiding in the dark hunting, quite terrifying.
He turned his head and saw that Hong Ya had a bared-fanged fox on her face, with circles of red lines drawn around her eye sockets, as if she was crying blood, which was quite weird.
Feng Mu looked towards the stone table, his eyes swept past the ferocious monkey face, the gloomy snake face, and the ugly pig head, and picked up a goat face.
The goat has horns that curve upward like two pairs of crescent-shaped hooks. Its face is covered with dark spiral markings. Its expression is calm, yet it exudes a chilling eeriness.
"Let's go!" Li Bashan's voice was like a low drumbeat, muffled.
Everyone responded, and their voices seemed to have a metallic tone through the masks, making them even colder and more piercing.
There was a silver-gray van parked at the back door. The license plate had been changed in advance. Everyone got into the van, and the windows were covered with reflective film.
You can see outside from the inside, but outsiders cannot see inside.
Yuan Xidi was eager to try and wanted to drive the car, but Li Bashan gently held down the dog's head.
The task of driving was given to Zhao Zhixin, who had an ugly pig face and black lips split in the middle, as if he had two mouths.
The car started slowly, and Hong Ya squatted on the passenger seat as usual, raised her arms above her head, clenched her fists, and announced excitedly: "[Ronggui Sect] is taking my junior brother on the first team building."
Feng Mu was sitting in the back seat. Hearing this, he grinned secretly under his mask. He gently stroked the goat mask with his fingertips, as if he was talking to it.
[Edible iron detected - wrought iron. ][Note: This wrought iron is tainted with death energy, please consume with caution. ][Do you want to eat and replace the occupied food column? "Dead air?" Feng Mu murmured, discovering a new word. He removed his fingertips and placed his hands flat on his knees, silently saying in his heart: "No!"
…….Room 401, Unit 2, Building 3, Chemical Plant Community.
Liu Yang frowned slightly and looked at Wang Yu with a hint of doubt.
Wang Yu simply replied: "No hurry, they have already set off after receiving the notice."
After a short pause, Wang Yu's voice became much gentler: "You didn't tell anyone else, did you?"
Liu Yang nodded, a smile on his face: "No, I informed you as soon as I got the news. I didn't even tell my captain."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yang turned his head again and glared at Wang Xu with a frown: "You are not selling the information about [Black Face] for the reward from the police station, are you?"
Wang Xu looked confused after "waking up" and yawned, "I'm stupid. When did the police station ever pay the bounty? Fuck."
As he spoke, he spread his hands towards Liu Yang, and said with a mixture of mockery and scoundrelliness: "Boss Liu, you won't blame me for the spy fee, will you?"
Liu Yang wanted to deny it, but after glancing at Wang Yu, he took out a stack of banknotes and threw it at him, scolding him with a smile: "Take it easy, you woke yourself up to death that day."
Wang Yu listened to the conversation between the two with a calm expression.
He glanced at the clock on his phone, then slowly took out a piece of white paper from his arms and gently spread it on the table.
Then, Wang Yu took out a paintbrush from his coat pocket and said to Liu Yang, "It's still early, how about I paint another portrait for you?"
Liu Yang was slightly stunned, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, but when he raised his head and met Wang Yu's eyes full of sincere emotions, all his doubts disappeared. He nodded without hesitation and agreed to Wang Yu's proposal.
In the most secret corner of Liu Yang's heart, he found that he could hardly resist that feeling.
Whenever Wang Yu drew those vivid portraits for him, Liu Yang would be immersed in them, as if every stroke of the brush was a caress to his soul.
He was addicted to this kind of "touching". Although this addiction might be slightly inferior to Wang Xu's obsession with the T-37 hallucinogen, the strong desire and dependence were comparable.
Every time Liu Yang sees a finished painting, he feels like he is awakening.
Wang Xu felt confused, but since he had received the spy fee, he cooperated.
He obediently vacated the table, walked to the sofa next to him, lay down, and soon fell asleep.
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Liu Yang gently pulled over a chair, retreated to the window, and sat down quietly.
Wang Yu holds the paintbrush and lightly sketches on the white paper with smooth and delicate strokes.
Unlike the quietness of normal days when I was concentrating on painting, during today's painting process, the air was filled with the sound of leisurely conversations.
"I remember clearly that the first time you came to me for a portrait was around this time last year."
"Yes, everyone in the team praised your lifelike paintings. I couldn't help but want a portrait of myself."
"So you asked me to paint three portraits in one year?"
"Well, I originally thought one would be enough, but every time I see a painting, I can't help wanting more. This one is my fourth. I plan to hang all the portraits above my bed when I return."
"If you hang it above the bed, aren't you afraid it will look like a portrait?"
"At first, I did feel that those portraits hanging above the bed looked like portraits of the deceased. But gradually, if I opened my eyes in the morning and couldn't see the portraits, I felt like I was already dead. Isn't that strange?"
"Heh, is there a possibility that you are actually a dead body of rotten meat?"
"What?"
"It's finished. Take one last look at your...portrait!"
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