I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 6 The Last Painting ()

The door divides the inner and outer space into two worlds. The sun is warm outside, and the cold and cold inside makes it difficult to see the specific scene.

Xia Qimiao turned on the flashlight, and the bright light gave people a sense of security.

[Props-A-level flashlight]

Description: There is no place that it cannot illuminate. It can not only be used for lighting, but also allows you to judge the intensity of surrounding objects based on the flashing amplitude. The faster it flashes, the faster you have to run. Use Yuanli to charge, charge with Yuanli, and light up all day long. You can also throw it out if there are no other weapons handy.

Evaluation: When you can’t see its light, reflect on whether you are blind? (From an unknown furniture store owner)

The lighting condition of the flashlight is normal, indicating that there are no strange objects around.

Xia Qimiao didn't close the door, just walked in with it open.

There was a mannequin lying upside down by the door, and what she had just stepped on was its hair.

Xia Qimiao scanned it with a flashlight and started to explore the interior when he found nothing unusual. The studio was huge, and the middle seemed to have been cleaned, with many debris piled in the corners.

The walls on both sides are covered with paintings of various styles and themes, generally warm-toned oil paints and landscape paintings.

The inner wall is blank, perfect for putting something on it.

It should be to hang "The Last Painting", Xia Qimiao guessed, this may be the condition to induce the strange thing.

She walked out the door and ran into a strange man.

This man dyed his hair colorful and rolled his eyes when he saw Xia Qimiao coming out of the studio: "Are you also a detective assistant? Why are you people like flies, chasing away one after another?"

"I am," Xia Qimiao didn't care about his metaphor, "but I also came to pay homage to Teacher Lin. I want to return the truth to her, because her paintings once gave me the strength to live."

She ignored the questioning glances from the opposite side and continued: "Don't you think Teacher Lin's paintings are very vital? They say that paintings are like people. For someone who can create such paintings, I don't believe that she will commit suicide."

If it were pure suicide, there would be no copy.

Xia Qimiao can't appreciate paintings, but she can do reading comprehension, and everyone can have different interpretations of art, and there is no right or wrong.

"You are as shallow as those critics." The man snorted, but his eyes were not as repulsive as before.

"I haven't had time to ask for advice, may I ask you?"

"You're not a very good detective assistant. You can't even tell who I am." His sarcasm was obvious, but he didn't see her expression change and found it boring. "I'm her stepson."

"Then your relationship must be very good." Xia Qimiao did not draw a hasty conclusion, but because his performance just now showed that he was nostalgic for Lin Jiangdan.

"Good P, have you ever seen any stepson who has a good relationship with his stepmother?" He denied it very quickly, and even scratched his hair irritably.

Xia Qimiao was noncommittal. If it was not good, he should have left, instead of staying to listen to her next analysis.

Suddenly, the stepson laughed, grinning from ear to ear: "Didn't you say you could understand her paintings?"

Xia Qimiao: I didn't say that.

"Very full of life hahahahaha... Then let me show you her last painting."

Lin Jiangdan's last painting was protected, and according to the newspaper, no media had access to its images.

Xia Qimiao wondered if it was sealed in this villa, thinking that she would have to search every room to find it or wait for it to come out on a dark and windy night to scare people. She did not expect that anyone would be willing to take her there directly.

"Thank you, please." The stepson suddenly stopped smiling again, rolled his eyes at her, and then led the way.

The two of them went down the winding stairs one after the other.

"Speaking of which, why haven't you seen your father?"

"That superstitious fool, of course he doesn't want this villa after what happened, and he drove everyone away. But he should be back tonight, and tomorrow will be her first seven. I advise you to leave quickly. , otherwise there will be no good consequences if you bump into him."

Then you came back quite early. Xia Qimiao didn't say these words, and quickly concluded in her mind that he was rebellious, didn't respect his father very much, and was suspected of being close to his stepmother.

"Is this villa your father's property?"

"No, this is... joint property of husband and wife," he gritted his teeth when he said those two words. "It was built according to her design."

Xia Qimiao noticed the violation, but before she thought about it carefully, the two of them arrived at the place.

"Come in..." the stepson drawled, sounding sinister, but not attracting attention.

Xia Qimiao was shocked by the paintings placed in the basement. It was about three meters high and two meters long, covered in bloodstains and vaguely the outline of a person.

The face was painted fairly clearly, and it could be seen that it was a smiling woman, but the canvas from forehead to lips was cut open.

The lines become more and more scrawled as you go to the bottom, and towards the middle there is a large pool of blood that has been blurred, varying in shades, with bloody handprints scattered next to it, like the last traces of survival.

"How's it going? Do you have any insights?"

The stepson laughed louder and louder, and the sound echoed in the basement, sounding miserable.

"She said during that time that she wanted to try different styles, paint themes of death, and find inspiration."

"She committed suicide after looking for her. You said she just painted a picture. Why did she commit suicide?"

"Did you know? The forensic examination said that she cut her stomach open with a knife, and then used the blood in it to draw pictures. In the end, she bled to death."

"Why did she choose to end her life in this way? Why did she cut open her stomach and use the blood inside to draw pictures?"

"You said that when her painkillers wore off and she felt like she was going to die..." It was so painful and desperate.

The stepson swallowed back the second half of the sentence. He looked at the expressionless woman in front of him and felt that his brain had just gone crazy.

He shouldn't think that she has some ability just because she saw through his feelings for the first time. Maybe it was a blind cat who met a dead mouse and made a random guess.

"Uterus." Xia Qimiao spat out two words and looked away from the bloody canvas. She couldn't look at it anymore, or she would have nightmares if she looked back.

"What?" The stepson obviously didn't understand what she meant and was a little stunned.

"Didn't you just ask her why she wanted to slit her stomach?"

If Lin Jiangdan wanted to use a near-death experience to complete the theme of death, then she could use it in many ways, such as drawing on her arms or on her thighs.

But she chose this part, which means that it has a different meaning.

Xia Qimiao explained: "When talking about death, it is difficult not to think of rebirth."

"When talking about human rebirth, this is what often comes to mind," she pointed to her abdomen, "a woman's uterus."

(End of this chapter)