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Chapter 331: Hide and Seek

Kicking away the stone beside him, watching it fall into the swamp lake and bursting into a large bouquet of water, Zhu Jue wiped the rain on his face from the running just now, frowned and turned to the painter's residence.

The sudden terrifying existence forced him to give up arresting the person squatting outside the painter's residence. When he recovered, the other party had already disappeared in the swamp lake.

Accident?

Or is it a deliberate cover?

Recalling that pale face, Zhu Jue tried to write down a few obvious features before his memory blurred, and took out a Bluetooth headset from his trouser pocket to put it on. The current environment is obviously not suitable for communicating with a mobile phone, so Hesai The police prepared more convenient equipment for them in advance.

"Have you found anything?"

Because it is a separate communication channel, when Olivia connects, she knows that Zhu Jue is on the other side. The latter chooses to talk at this time, in her opinion, she should have discovered something.

"Someone is following me or squatting near the painter's house. He claims to be a policeman. Please help me to ask if the police in Hesai Town have arranged for people to stay near here."

Standing where he found the man just now, Zhu Jue bent down to pick up the half-broken branch while talking, and some mud could still be seen on the side of the crack.

From this point of view, the person should have accidentally stepped on a tree branch, rather than deliberately attracting Zhu Jue's attention.

"The police in Hesai Town didn't arrange manpower there. You didn't catch him?"

"When I was catching him, I saw someone more worthy of attention. There is a problem with the swamp lake where Hesai Town is located. Tell the frogman team you arranged before to be careful, and contact me when I find something new."

The spikes floating on the water alone are enough to prove that this is a monster of spiritual pollution that Zhu Jue has never seen before. He felt that it was necessary to communicate with Olivia about this matter, but he did not mention it in his words. The existence I just saw.

On the one hand, Zhu Jue is not sure what he saw for the time being, and Wu Bi forced to tell Olivia some specious news, which would easily cause an overreaction.

On the other hand, Zhu Jue knew very well that once a monster like the Star Spirit was involved, it would definitely attract the attention of the Archaeological Association. By then, the possibility of Olivia wanting to take charge of the case alone would be greatly reduced.

When those archaeologists and other members of the Archaeological Association arrived, even if Zhu Jue wanted to investigate in depth, he would be at a loss.

For the time being, put what happened here in the back of your mind, and continue with your purpose of coming here.

Zhu Jue returned to the painter's residence, pushed open the door, and the corroded metal latch creaked after being damp.

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

Open the door to the maximum, and the rain is blown into the house by the wind in the forest, barely washing away the smell from the living room.

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

Paint cans, drawing boards standing all over the room, and various models are placed in disorder on the wooden table in the middle that is piled up with sundries. The living room that was supposed to entertain guests has been transformed into a small studio by the painter.

Taking off the raincoat that was still dripping and hanging it in the corridor outside the door, Zhu Jue walked into the house, wiped the table with his fingers, because of the rain, his wet fingers easily drew a dark mark on it, and fiddled with it. Looking at the sundries on the table, there are no special items, except for the painting tools, there are some tableware and a large number of art magazines.

Even in today's world of technology and weirdness, art is still admired, even more popular than it used to be.

Human beings are used to all kinds of technological products, and they are tired of those delicate chip parts. Only the art of artistic conception can stimulate their almost numb brains.

Of course, there are also some people who prefer simpler and cruder stimulation methods. After all, the proliferation of various psychoactive drugs is not without reason.

"The 21st International Art Exhibition", "Contemporary Art", "Natural Beauty".
After simply flipping through a few books, Zhu Jue found that almost all of these magazines contained various notes left by the painter, either they were opinions on painting techniques or personal impressions, which he naturally couldn't understand. , but I have to say that, aside from the suspicion of murder, Zhu felt that this is a painter who is quite pursuing his career.

Six or seven drawing boards were piled up in the corner, and each of them was a very good landscape painting in the eyes of a layman like Zhu Jue. The contents were all scenes in the swamp forest or Hesai Town, the lake surface in the morning mist, the dusk Woodlands at sunset, stars reflected on the lake at night and more.

"Is this artist really here to paint?"

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

According to his thinking, if this painter can draw that kind of weird painting, and he is involved in the murder incident, there is a high possibility that his spirit has problems, or he is simply a cultist.

To put it bluntly, what he wants to see in this room are some evil objects or some kind of imprint, not this room full of art-related things.

"what is this?"

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

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

What about painting?

Standing up and looking around, there was a drawing board covered with gauze on the wooden shelf next to it, and he took two quick steps to open it.

This is a semi-finished picture, and the content on it seems inexplicably familiar to Zhu Jue
Standing behind the stand, Zhu Jue is facing the kitchen on the right side of the living room. The curtains on both sides hang tightly to cover the entire window. It is strange that the area facing the drawing board seems to have been deliberately cleaned, not only Nothing was placed there, even the shelves that were supposed to be there were removed, leaving two holes in the wall.

Going forward to open the curtains, Zhu Jue pursed his lips, looking at the swampy lake outside, he discovered the source of the familiarity he had just seen in the painting.

Looking out from this window, it happened to be the surface of the lake where I had witnessed the terrifying monster outside before!
slap~
A crisp sound came from upstairs, Zhu Jue withdrew his gaze, and rushed up the stairs inside to the second floor.

"Scavenger, break the door!"

Because he didn't know which room the sound came from, Zhu Jue stepped into the corridor and summoned three sand snakes directly.

The impact of the scavenger was obviously not something that ordinary door locks could block. Without the slightest delay, the three doors in front of him cracked open, and the feedback from the scavenger also reached Zhu Jue's mind immediately.

There's something in the second door from the left!

Suddenly rushing to the door, Zhu Jue's pupils shrank suddenly.

Instead of rushing in, he put his hand on the left ear, contacted Olivia again, and said in a deep voice: "Olivia, you can ask the police in Hesai Town, what was the last time they searched the artist's residence? when."

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

The rotten body, dark brown vines grew wantonly from the broken flesh cracks in the mouth, eyeballs, chest, etc., wrapping the corpse and the bed under him.

The musty smell that Zhu Jue smelled when he entered the door was not because the house had not been lived in for a long time. The real source was this "vegetative" corpse!
and many more.

The one lying on the bed was a corpse, so where did the voice just now come from?
The spiritual perception unfolded instantly, Zhu Jue squinted his eyes, and searched for all possible life forms around him at the fastest speed.

As a result, his brow furrowed again.

Within the range of 20 meters, there is no other life at all.

Woo~woo~
The sharp and deep humming caught Zhu Jue's attention, his eyes rolled, and he locked on the window of this room immediately. There was a gap in the glass at the bottom right, and the wind and rain outside were pouring into the room from there.

Bending down to pick up the wet stone half the size of a fist on the ground, the water stains on it are still not dry, no doubt someone threw it in from the window in order to attract his attention.

"The last time the painter's house was searched was two days ago. Any questions?"

Olivia replied after asking for confirmation.

"A strange body turns up in the bedroom of the painter's house"

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

"Looks like someone sent us the 'murderer' back."

"You just stay there and look at the corpse, I'll bring someone over right away!"

Olivia hung up the communication in a hurry. She didn't get much useful information from the family of the deceased, and she was worried. When she learned that Zhu Jue had made a major discovery, she couldn't wait to go here.

"Everyone likes to play hide-and-seek. What is hiding in this town?"

Walking to the window, sticking fingers out of the damaged opening, feeling the cold wind and rain outside, Zhu Jue looked at the dense bushes not far away, and whispered to himself.

(End of this chapter)