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Kicking away the stone next to him, he watched it fall into the swamp lake and bloom into a large handful of water flowers. Zhu Jue wiped the rain on his face from running just now, frowned and turned around to the painter's residence.

The sudden appearance of a terrifying presence forced him to give up arresting the person squatting outside the painter's residence. When he came to his senses, the person had already disappeared in the swampy lake.

Accident?

Or is it a deliberate cover?

Recalling that pale face, Zhu Jue tried to write down a few obvious features before his memory became blurred. He took out a Bluetooth headset from his trouser pocket and put it on. The current environment was obviously not suitable for holding up a mobile phone to communicate, so Hesai Town The police have prepared more convenient equipment for them in advance.

"Did you find anything?"

Because it was a separate communication channel, Olivia knew that the other party was Zhu Jue when she connected. The latter chose to talk at this time, which seemed to her to have discovered something.

"Someone is following me or squatting near the painter's house. He claims to be a policeman. Please help me ask if the police in Jose Town have arranged for someone to stay nearby."

Standing where he found the man just now, Zhu Jue bent down to pick up the half-broken branch as he spoke. Some mud could still be seen on the side of the crack.

It seemed that the man had accidentally stepped on a branch and made a noise, rather than deliberately attracting Zhu Jue's attention.

"The Josetown police did not deploy manpower there. You didn't catch him?"

"When I caught him, I saw someone more worthy of attention. There is something wrong with the swamp lake where the town of Jose is located. Please ask the frogman team that was arranged before to be careful and contact me again when I make new discoveries."

The spikes floating on the water alone were enough to prove that this was a mental pollution monster that Zhu Jue had never seen before. He felt that it was necessary to discuss this matter with Olivia first, but he did not mention it in his words. The existence I just saw.

On the one hand, Zhu Jue is not yet sure what he is seeing, so it is easy to cause an overreaction if he forcefully informs Olivia of some specious news.

On the other hand, Zhu Jue knew very well that once monsters like the Star Essence were involved, the Archaeological Association would pay great attention to it. By then, the possibility of Olivia wanting to take charge of the case alone would be greatly reduced.

When the archaeologists and other personnel from the Archaeological Association arrived, Zhu Jue would only be restrained even if he wanted to conduct an in-depth investigation.

For the time being, put what happened here behind you and continue your purpose of coming here.

Zhu Jue returned to the painter's residence and opened the door. The rusted metal latch made a creaking sound after getting wet.

Perhaps because no one had lived there for a long time, Zhu Jue smelled a musty smell as soon as he entered the door. Fortunately, it was not too strong and was still within the tolerable range.

Opening the door as wide as possible, the rainwater was blown into the house by the wind in the forest, barely dissipating the smell in the living room.

The light in the house was extremely dim, not like what it should be in the afternoon. Zhu Jue stood at the door and fumbled around for a while before finding the switch that controlled the chandelier in the living room.

Paint cans, drawing boards and various models standing all over the room were placed on the wooden table piled with sundries in the middle. The living room that was supposed to be used to entertain guests has been transformed into a small studio by the painter.

Zhu Jue took off his raincoat that was still dripping and hung it on the corridor outside the door. He walked into the house and wiped his fingers across the table. Because he had been exposed to the rain, his wet fingers easily drew a dark mark on it and fiddled with it. There were no special items on the table. Apart from painting tools, there were some tableware and a large number of art magazines.

Even in today's world where technology and weirdness coexist, art is still respected, even more popular than in the past.

Human beings are accustomed to seeing various technological products, and they are tired of those delicate chip parts. Only art that emphasizes artistic conception can stimulate their already almost numb brains.

Of course, some people prefer simpler and crude stimulation methods. After all, the proliferation of various psychostimulant drugs is not without reason.

"The 21st International Art Exhibition", "Contemporary Art", "Beauty of Nature".

After briefly flipping through a few books, Zhu Jue found that almost all of these magazines contained various notes left by painters. They were either insights into painting techniques or personal reflections. Naturally, he couldn't understand them. , but what I have to say is that, putting aside the suspicion of murder, Zhu Ruimao admits that this is a painter who is very pursuing his career.

Six or seven drawing boards are stacked in the corner. Each of them is a very good landscape painting in the eyes of a layman like Zhu Jue. The contents are all scenes from the swamp forest or the town of Hesse, the lake in the morning mist, the dusk. Woodlands at sunset, stars reflected on the lake at night, and more.

"Is this painter really here to paint?"

Looking at the paintings one after another, Zhu Jue said to himself in surprise.

According to his thinking, if this artist can draw such weird paintings and is involved in murders, he may have mental problems, or he may simply be a cultist.

To put it bluntly, what he wanted to see in this room were some evil objects or some kind of mark, not a room full of art-related things.

"What's this?"

Holding a few drawing boards, Zhu Jue's eyes accidentally fell on the floor inside, where there were several primers that were obviously different in color from the surrounding floors.

Putting all the drawing boards back to their original positions, there are still three empty marks, which means that there should be three paintings placed where the marks are.

What about painting?

I stood up and looked around. There was a drawing board covered with gauze on the wooden shelf next to me. I took two quick steps and opened it.

This is a semi-finished painting, and the content above seems inexplicably familiar to Zhu Jue.

Standing behind the bracket, Zhu Jue saw the kitchen on the right side of the living room in front of him. The curtains on both sides were hung, covering the entire window. What was strange was that the area facing the drawing board seemed to have been deliberately cleaned. Not only Nothing had been placed, even the shelves that were supposed to be there had been dismantled, leaving two holes in the wall.

Stepping forward to lift the curtains, Zhu Jue pursed his lips and looked at the swamp lake outside. He discovered the source of the familiarity he felt when looking at the painting just now.

Looking out of this window, it happened to be the lake where I had witnessed the terrifying monster before!

Pa~

A crisp sound came from upstairs. Zhu Jue withdrew his gaze and hurriedly rushed to the second floor along the stairs inside.

"Scavenger, break the door!"

Because he didn't know which room the sound came from, Zhu Jue stepped into the corridor and directly summoned three sand snakes.

The impact of the scavenger was obviously not something that these ordinary door locks could stop. There was no delay at all. The three doors in front of him cracked open, and the feedback from the scavenger was immediately transmitted to Zhu Jue's mind.

There's something in the second door on the left!

Rushing to the door, Zhu Jue's pupils suddenly shrank.

Instead of stepping in in a hurry, he raised his hand and pressed his left ear, reconnected with Olivia, and said in a deep voice: "Olivier, please ask the Josetown police about the last time they searched the painter's residence. when."

There was no monster in the dark room, only a corpse lying quietly on the bed.

The rotting body, dark brown vines grew wantonly from the cracks in the broken flesh such as the mouth, eyeballs, chest, etc., wrapping around the body and the bed under him.

The musty smell that Zhu Jue smelled when he entered was not because the house had not been inhabited for a long time. The real source was this "vegetative" corpse!

etc.

What was lying on the bed was a corpse, so where did the sound just come from?

Mental perception instantly unfolded, Zhu Jue narrowed his eyes and searched for all possible life forms around him as quickly as possible.

The result made him frown again.

There is no other life within a radius of twenty meters.

Woo~woo~

The sharp and low buzzing caught Zhu Jue's attention. He rolled his eyes and immediately locked the window of this room. There was a hole in the glass on the lower right side, and the wind and rain from outside were pouring into the room from there.

He bent down and picked up a wet stone half the size of a fist on the ground. The water stains on it were not yet dry. Someone undoubtedly threw it in from the window to attract his attention.

"The last search of the painter's residence was two days ago. Is there any problem?"

Olivia asked for confirmation and replied.

"A strange corpse appeared in the bedroom of the painter's residence"

Picking up the photo frame on the bedside table, the photo inside showed a middle-aged man holding a trophy and laughing. He glanced at the body on the bed, paused for a moment, and then continued,

"It seems that someone has sent the 'murderer' back to us."

"Just stay there and look at the body. I'll bring someone over right away!"

Olivia hurriedly hung up the communication. She didn't get much useful information from the family of the deceased. She was worried when she learned that Zhu Jue had made a major discovery, and she couldn't wait to rush here.

"Everyone likes to play hide and seek. What is hiding in this town?"

Walking to the window, he stretched his fingers out of the damaged opening, feeling the cold wind and rain flying outside. Zhu Jue looked at the dense shrubs not far away and whispered to himself.