He kicked the stone beside him and watched it fall into the swamp lake and bloomed with big water splashes. Zhu Jue wiped the rain on his face because of the running just now, frowned and turned to the painter's residence.

The sudden terrifying existence forced him to give up arresting the person who was squatting outside the painter's residence. When he came to his senses, the other party had already disappeared from the swamp lake.

Accident?

Or is it deliberately cover?

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

"Have you found anything?"

Because it is a separate communication channel, Olivi knew that when he connected, Zhu Jue was on the other side. The latter chose to call at this time, which seemed to her to discover.

"Someone followed me or was squatting near the painter's house. He claimed to be a policeman. Please ask me if the police in Hesai Town have arranged personnel to squat around here."

Standing at the position where he discovered the man just now, Zhu Jue bent down and picked up half of the broken branches. Some mud could be seen on the side of the crack.

It seems that the man should have accidentally stepped on a branch and made a sound, rather than deliberately attracting Zhu Jue's attention.

"Hosai Town police didn't arrange personnel there...you didn't catch him?"

"When I caught him, I foreseeed a guy who is more worthy of attention. There is something wrong with the swamp lake in Hesai Town. Please be careful with the frogman team I arranged before and contact me when I have new discoveries."

The spikes that floated on the water alone were enough to prove that this was a source of spiritual pollution that Zhu Jue had never seen before. He felt it was necessary to vent his anger with Olivi in ​​advance, but he did not mention the existence he had just seen.

On the one hand, Zhu Jue is not sure what he is seeing for the time being. It is easier to cause excessive reaction than to forcibly tell Olivia some plausible news.

On the other hand, Zhu Jue is very clear that once monsters such as Star Spirit are involved, it will inevitably attract the attention of the Archaeological Association. At that time, the possibility of Olivi being responsible for this case alone may be greatly reduced.

When those archaeologists and other personnel from the Archaeological Association arrive, Zhu Jue will only be restrained even if he wants to conduct in-depth investigations.

Temporarily put what happened here behind your mind and continue to come here by yourself.

Zhu Jue returned to the painter's residence and pushed open the door. The metal latch that was rusted after being damp was creaked.

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

Open the door to the maximum, and the rain was blown into the room by the wind in the forest, barely dispersing the smell of the living room.

The light in the house was extremely dim and it was not as good as it should be in the afternoon. Zhu Jue stood at the door and tried for a while before finding the switch to control the chandelier in the living room.

The canned pigments stand on the drawing boards in various parts of the room and various models placed horizontally on the wooden table with miscellaneous objects 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.

Taking off the raincoat that was still dripping water on his body and hanging it in the corridor outside the door. Zhu Jue walked into the house and smeared his fingers over the table. Because he had been wet, his wet fingers easily made a dark mark on it, fiddling with the miscellaneous items on the table. There were no special items. In addition to the tools for painting, 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 and even more popular than in the past.

Humans are used to seeing various technological products. They are tired of those exquisite chip parts. Only art that emphasizes artistic conception can stimulate their almost numb brains.

Of course, some people like simpler and more rude stimulation methods. After all, there is no reason for the proliferation of various mental stimulation drugs.

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

After briefly reading a few books, Zhu Jue found that almost all the notes left by painters in these magazines were found, either with their opinions on painting skills or personal impressions. He naturally couldn't understand them, but it has to be said that putting aside the suspect of murder, Zhu felt that he admitted that this was a painter who pursued his own profession.

Six or seven painting boards are stacked in the corners. Each one seems to be a very good landscape painting to Zhujue, the layman. The content is all about swamp forests or scenes in Hesai Town, the lake surface in the mist in the morning, the woodland at dusk and sunset, the starry sky reflected on the lake surface at night, etc.

"Is this painter really here to paint?"

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

According to his idea, if the painter could draw that weird painting, which involved the murder, his spirit might be problematic, or he might simply be a cultist.

To put it bluntly, what he wanted to see in this room was some evil objects or some kind of mark, rather than the room full of art-related things.

"What's this?"

Holding a few drawing boards, Zhu Jue's gaze accidentally fell on the floor inside, where there were a few introductions that were obviously different from the color of the surrounding floor.

Put all the drawing boards back to their original position, and there are still three marks empty, which means that there should be three paintings placed before the mark.

Where to draw?

I stood up and looked around. A painting board covered with gauze was placed on the wooden rack next to me. I took two steps to lift it up.

This is a semi-finished product. Zhu Jue's content seems to be inexplicably familiar...

Standing behind the bracket, Zhujue is the kitchen on the right side of the living room, with curtains hanging on both sides covering the entire window tightly. What is strange is that the area facing the drawing board seems to have been deliberately cleaned. Not only is there nothing placed, but even the shelf that was supposed to be there was dismantled, and there are two holes left on the wall.

Upon moving forward and lifting the curtains, Zhu Jue pursed his lips and looked at the swamp lake outside. He discovered the source of the familiarity he had just read the painting.

From this window, it happened to be the lake where I witnessed the terrifying monster outside before!

Bang ~

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

"Scavenger, break the door!"

Because I don’t know which room the sound came from, Zhu Jue stepped onto the corridor and summoned three sand snakes directly.

The impact of the scavenger was obviously not something that these ordinary door locks could block. There was no sluggishness. The three doors in front cracked, and the feedback from the scavenger also reached Zhu Jue's mind as soon as possible.

There is something in the second door on the left!

When he suddenly rushed to the door, Zhu Jue's pupils suddenly shrank.

Instead of rushing to step in, he raised his hand and pressed it on the left ear, contacted Olivi again, and said in a deep voice: "Olivi, ask the police in Hesai Town when they last searched the painter's residence."

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

The rotten body and dark brown vines grew freely from the broken flesh cracks such as the mouth, eyes, chest, etc., wrapping the corpse and the bed beneath him.

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

etc.

The corpse was lying on the bed, so where did the sound just now come from?

The mental perception unfolded instantly, Zhu Jue narrowed his eyes and searched for all possible living things around him as quickly as possible.

As a result, his brows frowned again.

Within twenty meters, there are no other lives.

Woo~ Woo~

The sharp and low buzzing aroused Zhu Jue's attention. His eyes turned and immediately locked the window of the room. The glass at the bottom right was broken, and the wind and rain outside were pouring into the room from there.

He bent down and picked up half a fist-sized wet stone on the ground. The water stains on it were not dry yet. It was undoubtedly someone threw them in from the window to attract his attention.

"The last time I searched the painter's residence was two days ago. Is there any problem?"

Olivi replied after verifying.

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

Picking up the photo frame on the bedside table, the photo inside was a middle-aged man laughing with a trophy. He glanced at the corpse on the bed, paused for a moment, Zhu Jue continued,

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

"You just stay there and look at the body, and I'll bring people here right now!"

Olivi hurriedly hung up the communication. She did not get much useful information on the family of the deceased. She was worried. When she learned that Zhu Jue had made a major discovery, she couldn't wait to rush here.

"Everyone likes to play hide-and-seek. What is hidden in this town?"
Chapter completed!