Chapter 395 Sister

  Yes. That missing strange story!

  The rest of the strange stories have found their prototypes. Why is there only one missing? Jiang Cheng suspected that this missing strange story was the real cause of Lin Chen's death.

  And it is probably related to the mysterious man in black.

   In combination with Weng Qing's description, Jiang Cheng started to profile Lin Chen.

  This should be a woman with an ordinary background, unhappy family, and lack of security, which leads to a very dependent personality.

  Introverted, simple, kind, not deeply involved in the world, but at the same time easy to believe in others, easy to be deceived, and too concerned about the feelings of others, thus ignoring their own pain.

  Due to the influence of the growth environment, the personality is weak, and it can even be said to be weak and easy to be guided and controlled by others.

  Li Maoshen took advantage of these and firmly grasped Lin Chen’s weakness before implementing his plan step by step.

  Of course, in the end he didn't have much to end, and it became part of the strange story he filmed.

  Tomorrow, in any case, we must figure out what the last weird talk is!

  The dim room suddenly lit up, and then, there was a rumbling thunder.

It's raining.

  Looking at the night outside the window, Jiang Cheng felt a sense of anxiety. He still rarely felt the same. It seemed that something bad was about to happen.

  Building 2.

  Room 404.

  The first thing that Jiao Tailang did after returning to the room was to check the whole room. The mission was about to end, so he didn't want to have any moths in the end.

  Liu Guo is dead, and Wei Jinting may not be able to survive. He also called the two rooms and got the same result as Jiang Cheng.

  As long as you pay more attention tonight, there shouldn’t be any major incidents.

  For Wu this person, Jiao Tailang has his own understanding. He is already 50% sure to conclude that Wu is a ghost mixed in the task.

   But as for how it circumvents the rules, he sneaked in as a player at the beginning of the mission, which he really didn't know.

  He has never encountered or even heard of a similar situation.

   But if he survived this time, he thought, he would know.

  Sitting on the sofa, Jiao Tailang closed the doors and windows in the room tightly, and then turned on all the lights, only the lights in the bathroom were turned off.

  Then a person quietly thought about the information collected, but after thinking about it, the shadow of a woman could not help appearing in his mind.

  Her enchanting figure and scarlet lips.

  Sister Qing is so pitiful, she was hurt by the scumbag Li Maoshen, and she became what she is now.

   Seeing the photos hanging in her room, it is hard to imagine how many dark times she has experienced, and she was blinded by revenge.

  In the bedroom, he once promised Sister Qing that he would help her catch Li Maoshen and let him be punished. This was not casual.

  He is really ready to do that.

  Sister Qing is a good woman. She shouldn't suffer from this. The person who has hurt her must be punished.

   Jiao Tailang's eyes gradually became sharp.

   Outside room 808, it was raining heavily.

  Slightly different from other rooms, the layout here is more cozy.

  There is also a balcony, although it is small, but when the weather is good, you can dry some clothes and quilts.

  Connecting to the balcony is the bedroom. At this moment, the bedroom is pitch black, but there is a little light in the living room.

  It is a small night light, which is attached to the corner of the wall, and the light it emits is also yellow, giving people a half-dead feeling.

  A very large easel is placed in the living room near the wall, and a figure is sitting in front of the easel.

  If someone is standing here, they will find that the figure is a little weird.

  With his arms drooping and his legs close together, the whole person looks very well-behaved, as if he wants to shrink himself into a small ball.

  The paintbrush is set aside.

  The whole body presents a very uncomfortable feeling.

  At the same time, the figure couldn't help trembling, and even the wooden chair it was sitting on made a slight "creaking" sound.

  "Please. Please let me go." The surface of the figure fluctuates like water, and it can be heard, she is a very young woman.

   "I can't draw what you want anymore." The woman who couldn't see her face sobbed, very pitiful, "Just stop, don't. Don't go on like this."

  The place where the figure looks is on the sofa.

  As soon as the voice fell, a flash of lightning flashed across, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the empty sofa.

No.

  Is the figure is always there.

   just didn't move, didn't speak, the surroundings were quiet as if they were dead, and the figure was completely melted into the darkness.

  At the moment the figure appeared, a heavy feeling peculiar to the years permeated, and the vicissitudes of life were extremely overwhelming.

  The woman started to breathe, as if she was pressed under the water with her hand, as if everything was leaving her.

  She seemed to sink into the depths of the ocean, and she seemed to walk into an endless tunnel.

  Despair, only despair, nothing else.

  The figure immersed in the darkness seems to have been born in the darkness, born in the darkness, and returned to the darkness. The only thing that lifts up is the crimson eyes that are not wavering at all.

  Before the next flash of lightning illuminates the night sky, a black figure appears behind the woman.

  With the light of lightning, on the large canvas in front of him, there is a picture of a man sitting in front of a laptop.

  The background is a messy bedroom.

  The man looked panicked, raised his chin, grabbed his upper jaw with one hand, and clasped his chin with the other.

  The corners of the eyes were blue veins violently, and the corners of the mouth were already torn apart.

  The brush strokes are sharp, and the bright red paint flows on the canvas, which is shocking, and even gives the illusion that it is not paint but blood.

  The corners of the pure black trench coat hang down~lightnovelpub.net~ The man bends down slightly, and under the towering collar is a handsome face, with eyebrows drawn like a brush.

  Two hands are placed gently on the woman's shoulders, the plain white knuckles are visible, and the slender fingers are placed on them.

  It's as simple as that, but the intimate action actually made the woman tremble more severely, and her breathing became more rapid.

  The man in black leaned down, with his chin resting on the top of the woman’s head, "I won't let anyone hurt you." Touching affectionately, he whispered, "After all, you gave me life, sister."

Lifting his head, the man in black looked at the canvas that was gradually becoming gloomy. Liu Guo, who had lost his vitality on the canvas, started to move slowly, "So please continue your creation now," he lowered his head and said with a smile: "We need .More weird stories."

   Turning around casually, the man in black looked in the direction of the bedroom, and calmly said: "A guest has come, I will entertain you."

  The voice just fell——

   "Crunch—"

  The door of the balcony was pushed open, flooding the house with wind and rain.

  A figure appeared silently behind the door, behind which lightning pierced the night sky.

  (End of this chapter)