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Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was right. I was shocked, how could he be here.He hurried over to say hello.

Peng Gang turned his head and saw me, very surprised: "Old, old Liu, why are you here? Hey, where is Li Damin? You haven't found him yet?"

That's right, he is Brother Peng's son Peng Gang.

I patted him: "It's hard to say. I came with a friend, and his relative was sent to this hospital. What about you?"

"I'm here to see my dad."

"What? Brother Peng...what's wrong with him?" My eyes widened.Reminds me of the concept of yin and yang in the painting, and the scene where Brother Peng draws a picture of hell at night while holding candles.

"The doctor diagnosed it as schizophrenia. Alas, I was so heartbroken. My mother's hair is all gray."

"Mental...split?" I swallowed, "How did this happen? When did it happen?"

"It may be more than a month." Peng Gang didn't talk about sex, and after a few simple chats, he wanted to leave.

I hurriedly stopped him: "Peng Gang, brother Peng and I hit it off right away, and our father and I are destined. Since we met here, I can't pretend not to know." I slipped into my pocket and took out 500 yuan: "Peng Gang, I'm really sorry, I didn't bring much with me when I went out today, and I didn't know that I would encounter such a thing. You take the 500 yuan."

Peng Gang quickly pushed it out: "Old Liu, what are you doing. Aren't you scolding me?"

"If you tell you to take it, you take it. If your father is like this, the company will definitely not be able to continue, and your family will not be easy. If you work now, I will not give you money. Isn't this because you still go to school? Just pointing at your mother No. Take it and express your feelings."

It's hard to say, but he finally accepted it reluctantly.

I said, can I take a look at Brother Peng with you.

Peng Gang smiled wryly and agreed: "Okay."

We walked to the inpatient department at the back of the hospital together, I secretly wondered, brother Peng had been ill for a month, so he had already suffered from schizophrenia when I started painting.What's the connection here?

I asked, "How did brother Peng get sick?"

"My dad's schizophrenia is very strange," Peng Gang frowned, and said quietly: "He keeps drawing every day."

Hearing that Big Brother Peng was painting every day, I gasped and asked, "What does he paint?"

Peng Gang smiled bitterly: "No one knows what he drew, it's like graffiti, you can see it after a while."

We came to the inpatient department at the back, and the attending doctor Sun received us, chatting about Brother Peng's expression, he shook his head: "The situation is not optimistic, it is still the same as it was just sent to the hospital a month ago."

We came outside the ward and looked in through the glass window. Brother Peng, who was wearing a white hospital gown, sat cross-legged on the bed, facing out the window, as if looking at something outside.Holding something like a pen in his hand, he scribbled on the bed.

I observed carefully, that thing should be a rubber stick, writing on the bed would not leave marks.

"Doctor Sun, why did you give that thing to Brother Peng?" I asked curiously.

Dr. Sun took off his glasses, took out a velvet cloth and wiped them carefully, and said, "Mr. Peng has been drawing non-stop since he was sent here. At first we gave him pencils, but his drawings were everywhere in the ward, on the sheets, on the walls, etc. On the windowsill, there is no place he can't paint. If he can climb high, I guess the ceiling can be filled. Later..."

Peng Gang continued: "Later, the hospital consulted my mother and I and took the pencil away from my father. In fact, it would take a lot of risk."

"What's the risk?" I didn't understand.

Peng Gang sighed: "My dad first painted at home. My mother came home from work that day and found that he hadn't gone to work. He was standing in front of the white wall, like an artist, drawing carefully with a brush. It was already dark Now, the light in the room was very dark, so my mother turned on the light, which didn't scare her half to death—the walls and floor of the house, even the desk and refrigerator, were covered with patterns painted with black paint. Those patterns are all formed by repeating the same simple pattern, densely packed, tens of thousands, one set, one next to the other, complicated and dense, with a strong visual impact. My mother is still strong, although she was very scared at the time, she still He rushed over and snatched the brush from my father's hand."

I held my breath: "And then?"

Peng Gang looked at his father in the ward, and said calmly: "Although there is no pen, my father is still painting. He put his finger on the wall and tried his best to draw the pattern one by one. The sharp point was pierced, and the blood gushed out, and the bright red blood set off the black painting below, alas, I won’t go into details, you can think about it for yourself. My dad didn’t know the pain at all, the fingertips were so worn that he could see the bones, it seemed The reason he lives is to burn his life to paint. My mother couldn't help it, so she put the brush back into his hand, and he didn't even look at it, just continued to draw with the brush."

Dr. Sun said: "Xiao Peng is right. That's why we consulted the family members before we dared to make such an attempt. Sure enough, Mr. Peng used his own hands to paint without a pen, even if it was dripping with blood. Later we thought about it. The method is to use this durable rubber stick instead of a pen, and I didn’t expect it to be really successful.”

I thought for a while and said, "From this point of view, Big Brother Peng doesn't seem to care who these paintings are shown to, as long as he can draw them."

"Yes." Dr. Sun nodded: "Mr. Peng's situation is a bit like a computer program. Someone entered an endless loop of instructions in his mind, making him draw continuously and never stop."

I looked at Brother Peng's thin and frail back, and felt uncomfortable.My mind is in a mess, although there are many clues, they are disorganized and clueless. Every clue is wild and unconstrained, but they all converge on Big Brother Peng.It was really unbelievable, and there was no way to reason. I'm afraid Holmes would scratch his head when he came.

I asked, "After talking for a long time, what exactly is he painting?"

Peng Gang looked at me, hesitated, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, called up the picture library and handed it over: "This is the scene of my dad's home after he painted it. Take a look."

I took the phone and looked at the photos inside, it was really creepy.The picture shows the living room. Brother Peng earned a lot of money in business and bought a very large house. It is estimated that the living room has an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters.The living room was empty, and there was nothing there.What can be seen are mysterious patterns all over the walls and floors.

The main color of these patterns is colored with dark black paint, which looks very uncomfortable, full of Gothic style, with very strong religious dark colors, forming a unique weird and beautiful effect.I have never seen anyone who can build such a simple line pattern so thrilling and shocking.

The painting is filled with an indescribable atmosphere of terror.To be honest, this living room is no longer like a place where people live, but more like a place for bloody sacrifices of cults, or a cemetery where evil gods are buried in Western horror movies.Depressed so that you can not help but hit the wall.

These are not the most terrifying. I stared at the pattern on the photo, trembling all over, and the cold was pressing on me.

Peng Gang said next to him: "We have analyzed these patterns, and they look like large and small irregular circles one after another. I really don't understand why my dad suddenly draws these things?"

He really didn't understand that the pattern on the photo wasn't a circle at all.In the apse of the Yin-Yang Temple in that building, I once saw a huge cloth curtain hanging from the ceiling to the ground, thick and solid, with many strange patterns painted on it.Those patterns look like stick figure grimaces, with three black holes for eyes and mouth that seem to be screaming.

The pattern that Brother Peng drew is this kind of grimace.

I took the photo, and at that moment, I thought about a lot of things in a mess, and all kinds of information rushed in, and I couldn't think anymore.

The brother Peng I saw in the paintings painted very vivid pictures of suffering in hell, but in reality he drew grimaces in a stick-style style.

What exactly is going on?I was thinking about it, when the cell phone rang suddenly, it was Li Yang calling, and he asked me where I was.I hesitated a few words and asked him to wait for me in the car first.I returned the photo to Peng Gang without explaining anything, because this is a long, long story, and I didn't know where to start.Besides, this kid Peng Gang is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If he knows the existence of Lou Zhongguan, he might cause some monsters.One more thing is worse than one less thing.

Coming out of the mental hospital, the outside was overcast and cloudy, just like my mood, I couldn't tell what it was like.I sat in the car, Li Yang was playing on his mobile phone, saw me and asked where did he go?I smiled wryly: "I saw Brother Peng."

Li Yang knew what I had experienced before, so he exclaimed: "Peng Liang? The man who has been to the underworld."

"Yes."

Li Yang asked, "Why is he here?"

I recounted what happened just now.He was so amazed that he was about to get out of the car.I hurriedly stopped him: "Why are you going?"

"I'm going to see Brother Peng and his paintings."

I dragged him back into the car: "You can pull him down. His son is a tricky and weird guy, so try not to mess with him if you can."

Li Yang sat back in the car and honked the horn a few times: "I'm really depressed, what's going on here?"

"You ask me, I ask who to go to. By the way, have you found out the whereabouts of Master Xie?"

Li Yang said: "You think we are the only ones who know how to find Master Xie. After my sister-in-law went crazy, the first thing our family thought of was him, so I called and turned off the phone! He's gone! The surname Xie is really a fucking wanderer. We only know his surname is Xie, but we don’t know his name, ID card, or background, and unless we hire a private detective, most people won’t even be able to find his hair.”

"Didn't you ask an acquaintance to find Master Xie at the beginning? Ask that acquaintance if he knows."

"Ask! The acquaintance said that Master Xie is an expert who travels mountains and rivers and five mountains, and his whereabouts are uncertain. Wherever he wants to go, he doesn't need to take a train or plane, he just carries a suitcase and rides the clouds. It's so weird, it's fucking ill!"

I blinked: "But Master Xie really has two skills, not like a charlatan."

"That's even worse. A charlatan can use magic spells, and even gods can't stop them."

I asked, "So what do we do now?"

"What else can I do? All the clues are broken, go home and sleep!" He hummed angrily.In fact, I know the reason for his anger. This kid is in the middle of a series of blog posts on forums, and he is suddenly threatened with a breakup. It is more uncomfortable than seeing a beautiful woman in bed.

I thought for a while and said, "Do you remember the story of the ancient Alexander the Great untying the 'Golding Knot'?"

"I know, what's the matter? Kindergarten children know this allusion."

"Actually, there is only one way to untie all the knots we are facing now," I said.

"Oh? What way?" Li Yang became interested.

"The well in Yin Yang Temple!"