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Professor Qin Fang drove out early in the morning, saying that he was going back to the university to get something. In fact, only Luoqiu and Zhang Qingrui were left in this old villa.
Since they were both registered students, the professor did not seem to be worried that the two students would do anything suspicious. Besides, it would only take a few hours for them to return.
…
Seeing Zhang Qingrui's strange behavior, Luoqiu thoughtfully glanced at the cleaned bones on the workbench.
After the first day of contact, the strange feeling disappeared the next day. In the next few days, he could no longer feel those words that were like songs, poems, and sentences released from the bones.
Zhang Qingrui opened the door and walked out. After a glance, Luoqiu remained silent and followed from behind.
He tried to call Zhang Qingrui's name from behind, but she didn't seem to hear him. She just walked step by step carefully.
If she changed into a set of Han Chinese clothing, wouldn't she look like a young lady from an ancient family?
Zhang Qingrui finally stopped in front of a door at the bottom of the stairs. She stood silently in front of the door, but did not enter. She just stood there strangely.
After a while, Luoqiu frowned. He walked past Zhang Qingrui and looked at her face.
She was staring … she was staring behind the door.
Luoqiu, who already had some guesses in his mind, glanced at the position of the door — under the stairs … This place seemed to be a storage room built using the space under the stairs.
But he still walked forward, put his hand on the door handle, and slightly twisted it.
"It's locked."
Luoqiu didn't let go … The club boss frowned. A slight twisting sound came from the door lock. When he tried again, the door lock was opened.
Luoqiu then opened the door. After opening the door, she was stunned for a moment.
It was not a place for the other party's miscellaneous items as he had imagined. In fact, he had not seen the space inside yet. This was because there was actually another door behind this one.
Luoqiu subconsciously knocked on the door — it was a steel door.
As for the lock, it was an electronic lock.
Ordinary people wouldn't set up such a door and lock in their house — there was probably something valuable hidden inside, or something that they didn't want others to see.
Unless it was necessary, Luoqiu didn't like to pry into other people's privacy. Of course, if it was a guest in the club, it would be a different situation.
Knowing that there might be something behind the metal door that the professor did not want to expose, Luoqiu felt like he could stop here.
He closed the first door again.
At this moment, Zhang Qingrui was still staring at him.
"I don't know what you're trying to say." Luoqiu was silent for a while and suddenly said, "But no matter what you want to say … since you are already dead, why are you still attached to the mortal world?"
Luoqiu recalled Lu Zigang, who was also a soul that had drifted in the world for hundreds of years.
At this moment, there was obviously something similar on Zhang Qingrui.
Without saying anything, Zhang Qingrui suddenly fell down — as if she had lost all her strength.
But she just fell asleep.
It was reasonable to say that he should be the one who could get in touch with the "thing" hidden in the skeleton. However, the "thing" chose Zhang Qingrui as its attachment — it seemed that even if it attached to the body, it still couldn't express something clearly.
Luoqiu still didn't know much about ghosts. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand to let Zhang Qingrui's body float up and follow him back to the studio.
He placed her in her original position and pretended that she was sleeping on the table. Then, he continued with the work at hand.
About an hour later, Zhang Qingrui slowly woke up. She looked at Luoqiu with confusion and asked, "How long have I slept?"
"A while."
"Professor …"
"You haven't come back yet." Luoqiu paused and suddenly asked, "Are you not feeling well?"
Zhang Qingrui shook her head, "I'm a bit tired."
"Okay." Luoqiu nodded, "Have a good rest."
Zhang Qingrui didn't care much about Luoqiu's casual conversation since she had been used to it. Then they just talked with each other occasionally to make up for the boredom of the work.
Professor Qin Fang called back, saying that he would have dinner with a friend and asked Luoqiu and Zhang Qingrui to lock the door and leave.
"Let me give you a ride." Zhang Qingrui looked at Luoqiu out of politeness when she took the car.
However, Boss Luo, who had the ability that was more convenient than any other transportation in this city, was reluctant to do so.
At this time, the traffic jam would make him refuse to make friends on the road …
"No need."
Right at this moment, a white car drove in from the entrance of the villa. That was Qin Chuyu … She got off the car, looking a bit absent-minded, as if she didn't see Luoqiu and Zhang Qingrui beside her.
She seemed to be thinking about something or being absent-minded. Anyway, she didn't look back after entering the villa.
"What a strange person."
Zhang Qingrui frowned, murmuring. Although she felt that Qin Chuyu was the kind of 'person with stories', she didn't want to make friends with her proactively.
When Zhang Qingrui came back to her senses, Luoqiu had already walked far away … He was really a free and easy person.
Zhang Qingrui smiled subconsciously. She didn't hate this only classmate of hers. On the contrary, she felt more at ease during the short time they spent in class.
It was reasonable to say that this was actually a person who was as dull as a block of wood … However, the time spent together always flew by.
She didn't think that she understood this young man, nor did she think that he understood her. They were just friends of gentlemen, simple and indifferent.
Perhaps … in her heart, subconsciously, she was looking forward to this kind of carefree and unperturbed person.
…
…
There was a place for her father to work in the villa, and also a place for her to paint in her spare time.
Had she come back?
When Qin Chuyu came back to her senses, she was already in the studio at home. She frowned. She had been in a state of restlessness and absent-mindedness for the past two days. Time passed unknowingly.
The cause of all this … seemed to be the painting that a guest gave her to frame a few days ago.
That gentleman hadn't come for several days. Qin Chuyu could only wait silently because she didn't have a way to contact him.
Later, when she read the news in the newspaper and read the news that the man was arrested for arson and murder of his girlfriend, Qin Chuyu understood that this painting would be left in her hands for a long time.
She walked to the framed painting, lifting the cloth covering it and immersing herself in the content of the painting again.
What was this?
What appeared on the paper was a woman in a red evening dress … It was a very good composition no matter how one looked at it.
Only the face of the woman in the painting.
He had no eyes and no nose. If one had to describe him, he was probably a person without a face. However, it was not as if there was nothing drawn on his face.
There were various pigments, which seemed to be intentional or random, forming this chaotic face without any rules.
Qin Chuyu had never seen such a strange way of painting.
She gazed at the strange 'face' of the woman in the painting, feeling the contradictory, unconventional … and even untraceable thoughts of the painter.
What kind of chaotic and self-contradictory thoughts would that be?
It seemed that a vortex was born in front of her eyes.
Her heart suddenly beat fast, and her body stepped back subconsciously. Fine sweat beads oozed out from her forehead, and a wisp of blood overflowed from her lips unconsciously.
When she gazed at this painting again, Qin Chuyu's eyes appeared to be unusually complicated.
At this moment, she recalled many things, muttering to herself, "I … actually lost my mind because of this painting … What kind of lunatic could make this painting that could make people crazy …"
She recalled that she used to be called … Yu Sanniang.
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