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Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed his face. To be honest, he still couldn't understand why Yinggou did such a thing "secretly"?
This is not in line with Yinggou's painting style. Tie Hanhan has always belonged to the kind where one person rushes to the opposite five, and still shouts:
"Come on, I've already surrounded the five on the opposite side!"
A man with a hard head and a mess,
How could you do such a thing?
Perhaps, I was too relieved before, so I didn't notice the change in my mood very early.
I just felt that this anger was a bit too intense, but he instinctively began to find excuses for this emotion.
If it hadn't been for the old Taoist pulling himself all the way in the end,
Maybe I haven't woken up yet,
Maybe,
After I go in,
It's just a one-shot kill,
Only by killing can you calm yourself down,
And then sat on the bloody floor,
quietly calm down,
Just found out that I am inexplicable?
However, after the old man yelled, Zhou Ze could only temporarily put aside other thoughts in his heart, and walked towards the door.
and the matter of winning the hook,
You can settle accounts slowly when you go back to bed at night,
Since it is daytime now,
It is natural to do what should be done.
No wonder the old man was so panicked,
On the kitchen stove, a middle-aged obese woman was lying there, with a kitchen knife stuck in her chest, the kitchen knife was inserted very deep, and the woman should have been chopped many, many times on her body, and there were still a series of knife marks on her face.
Like a big persimmon gnawed by a dog, it burst into a mess.
This is the old-fashioned classic stove model in the countryside, with two large pots, the woman's head hangs upside down in one pot, and her feet are in the other pot.
Fortunately, there was no water boiling in the pot. If both pots were filled with water, and the two pots boiled together, it would probably bring the woman's body trembling up and down together.
If you cook vegetables and porridge separately, tsk tsk
Um?
What am I thinking about?
Zhou Ze frowned slightly,
He felt that he needed to go to Wang Ke to see his psychological problems. This may not only be the reason why Yinggou exerted an influence on him, but also the factors that were already beginning to change in himself.
actually,
Zhou Ze thinks,
Even if Wang Ke, a psychiatrist, is useless,
But look at Wang Ke,
I can always find some positive energy for myself.
Look, this little boy is still trying to live with a smile,
In this world,
What hurdles are there?
If Wang Ke made his own experience into an art exhibition, every patient who came to make an appointment to come to his office would have to pass through the story gallery.
The patient would shake Wang Ke's hand excitedly and say:
"We all need to be strong!"
"died?"
The old man looked at Zhou Ze with an ugly expression.
It's not that I was scared, but I couldn't help but feel that this matter was a bit strange. Why did people die all of a sudden?
"Look at what I do, but I didn't do it."
Zhou Ze's answer was very blunt.
In his tone, there was an attitude that even if I did it, it didn't matter.
The old man nodded with difficulty, because Zhou Ze came with him, so it was indeed not Zhou Ze who did it.
The two walked in, and the blood from the fat woman soaked most of the stove.
? Simple rural stove,
An unwashed iron pan,
Fat elderly woman,
Blood, blood, blood,
the silence of death,
If you take a high-definition photo of a large banner and frame it,
On both sides, there are two photos of hot Victoria's Secret girls on the runway,
At a glance,
That fan,
Tsk tsk
Zhou Ze touched his forehead again,
no,
I really have to go to Wang Ke.
This is just an appetizer, like a hot spot before the opening of the party, from the kitchen to the living room.
In the middle of the living room,Mouth smoke ring,
He still remembered that he opened a wax museum behind his study a while ago, but it has closed down long ago. At this moment, he has a feeling of walking into a wax museum.
With a little ease, with a little leisure,
Appreciating this picture of death,
Dynamic, static, perverted,
Formed a pleasing delicate carving.
But these things,
Cheby's animated animation,
More exciting.
The old Taoist kept his mouth shut, and the little monkey turned his head from time to time, looking around.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There was a muffled sound,
It came from the back room.
The old man was shocked, and immediately stretched his hand into his crotch to be ready at any time!
Zhou Ze naturally pushed open the door of the back room,
The door was pushed open,
Open the door facing the wall,
Splashed with scarlet dots,
It seems that the art of splashing ink has reached the extreme,
Gives a very exciting shock,
Among the rough, with the connotation of volatile people's imagination;
Inside the tidiness, there is a palpitating madness hidden.
A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing only underpants, is sitting on a man's body,
He still held a brick-like thing in his hand,
He was constantly hitting the person under him who had died long ago.
smash it down,
"boom!"
"Hey!"
Blood spattered.
Obviously, the splashed ink on the wall is the masterpiece of the man in front of him.
Zhou Ze has a sense of shame that he came here uninvited and entered the artist's creative territory without authorization.
Yes,
Really have this feeling.
He can see,
The man in front of me,
He smashed very focused, serious, and tenacious,
His arms should have been sore by now,
But he still persisted,
This is an obsession with art,
Prompting him to unleash the potential in his body.
its feeling,
It is no less than cycling thousands of kilometers, and no less than trekking through the Sahara.
And when the figures of Zhou Ze and Lao Dao appeared at the door,
The man wearing only shorts raised his head,
Looking at the two people at the door,
Suddenly he grinned,
Showing yellowed teeth,
Obviously,
He doesn't pay much attention to personal hygiene,
Just like artists don't seem to like trimming,
If you are not sloppy, you will not be able to reflect your own accent.
But his smile is full of purity, even a little bit of sincerity and joy.
"Aw! Aw! Aw!"
He let out a burst of cheers,
and,
Still looking back at the wall behind him,
Like a painter, showing his meticulous results to others.
The old man swallowed his saliva, squeezed his crotch tightly with five fingers,
I was thinking in my heart,
Is this a human or a ghost?
Probably not a human being,
Definitely not human!
Thinking about it,
The old man looked at his boss out of the corner of his eye,
He saw,
The boss raised his hands,
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
start,
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