Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 209 Sun Youming

"There's something wrong with this cloakroom."

The two walked into the cloakroom, looking at the area about the same size as the master bedroom outside the door, Du Tong slowly said: "Generally speaking, cloakrooms are usually converted from spare space, but this room is obviously not, with such an area. Big, it should be one of the original secondary bedrooms."

"Well, it's a bit abnormal for you to say that. No matter how many clothes there are in the house, you won't deliberately turn the second bedroom into a cloakroom. Moreover, this room looks different from the free space outside. It seems to be a partition."

Looking at the room full of clothes.

Chang Hao bent down and knocked on the back wall of the closet with three or two suits hanging in front of him. There was a crisp sound inside, which proved that it was empty.

And the dragged bloodstain also extended to this position and disappeared.

Checking around for clues that could be used, Du Tong seemed to have remembered something at this moment, and asked, "By the way, have you recovered the supernatural props from that intern employee?"

Hearing this question, Chang Hao was also taken aback for a moment: "No, there are no relevant reminders from the staff background, should we go back and look for it first?"

"No need, since there is no information displayed on the background of the staff, it is estimated that there is no sign of loss of control. We will talk about it after we have explored the compartments inside."

Du Tong tried to push the closet.

But by doing so, it was obviously impossible to open the mezzanine, so she had to squat down and fumble around the back wall of the closet, looking for a way to open the mezzanine.

As soon as he squatted down, a strong stench rushed into his nostrils.

Du Tong, who is a graduate student of Dajing Medical University, is very familiar with this smell.

I could smell it every time I walked into the dissection room. It was formalin, a chemical solvent commonly used to keep human remains fresh.

"what happened?"

Looking at the frowning Du Tong, Chang Hao was puzzled.

Du Tong also turned her head to look at him, her eyes were full of strangeness and she said, "Didn't you smell it? There is a very strong smell of formalin here."

"Why didn't I smell..."

Chang Hao inhaled hard, but he still didn't smell the smell. Only when he took a deep breath, did he smell a little pungent.

"Do you have severe rhinitis?"

"No."

"It seems that it is the sequelae of excessive use of supernatural props. After the incident is over, you'd better go to the hospital to check your physical condition."

"Okay, I'll go."

Hearing that Du Tong was so serious, Chang Hao couldn't refute anything, anyway, it was for his own good, and there was no need to force his mouth on this kind of place.

And it was during the time when the two were talking.

Du Tong also found a hidden handle in the corner of the closet and tried to pull it, but with a little effort, the interlayer was opened.

"Shh-"

The back wall of the closet in front of him slowly opened.

Inside is a space similar to a studio.

And with the opening of the interlayer, the smell of chemical solvent became more and more obvious.

On the wall at the door, I found the light switch, turned it on, and the warm beam instantly illuminated the entire studio.

Also illuminated is the bloodstain extending in, leading all the way to the deepest part of the studio.

"Painting, a lot of oil paintings..."

Looking at the oil paintings of young women all around, Du Tong couldn't help but wondered: "Does Sun Miao have the habit of painting oil paintings? There are not many people who have this hobby."

"No, Sun Miao never liked painting, and even hated painting. These oil paintings should be the masterpieces of Sun Youming." Chang Hao shook his head and explained.

"Sun Youming... I've heard of this person's name. He is a well-known expert in the folklore department. I didn't expect his oil painting level to be very high."

In the middle of speaking, Du Tong stopped.

Since Sun Youming's oil painting will appear here, doesn't it mean that the middle-aged boss who is with Sun Miao is the famous professor of folklore.

After realizing this, Du Tong didn't continue this topic with Chang Hao, but looked at the beautiful oil paintings around him.

It is strange.

Although these oil paintings are well painted, they are basically all young girls.

These girls are also like most oil painting models, wearing very little clothes, some even don't wear, or standing in front of Sun Youming generously or shyly, let this very outstanding master in his own field, paint Show your best side.

In addition to these oil paintings, there are many wax figures not far from the oil paintings.

Moreover, the number of these wax figures just aligned with the oil paintings, which made Du Tong feel inexplicably bad.

"Xu Lina..."

At this time, looking at one of the oil paintings, Chang Hao recognized who the model was, and immediately said in astonishment.

"You know her?"

"Yes, she is my school girl and one of Sun Youming's students, but unfortunately died in an accident a year ago. I didn't expect her to have a relationship with Sun Youming. It's really unexpected."

Chang Hao's tone was very sad.

Because at the beginning, this Xu Lina had also been rumored to have an improper relationship with Sun Youming, and now it seems that the high probability is the same as Sun Miao.

Du Tong listened to Sun Youming's "brilliant deeds", with a faint mockery on his face.

She came to Xu Lina's oil painting and lifted the white cloth covering the head of the wax figure.

Inside is a wax figure that is as tall as a person. It looks quite different from the level of an oil painting. It is just a product of random accumulation of paraffin wax.

"It smells so strong..."

Du Tong's complexion changed.

As if she wanted to verify something, she picked up the awl used to modify the wax figure and pierced it directly into the inside of the wax figure.

Along with the cracking of the wax figures, a pale face was actually revealed inside!

And this person looks exactly the same as Xu Lina in the oil painting, but with many more bruises.

Du Tong could tell at a glance that the bruises were caused by a severe beating, not only on the face, but also on the neck and in the eye sockets.

And these bruises can be seen at a glance because they have been left over for many years, and they cannot be eliminated during life, and it is even more impossible after the blood circulation stops after death.

"It seems that Sun Youming is not only an expert in folklore, but also a lunatic who likes domestic violence, may suffer from serious violent tendencies, and is anti-human."

Looking at the corpse that was destroyed like this.

Du Tong suppressed his anger and said.

As for Xu Lina's senior, Chang Hao was even more annoyed. He knocked over the oil painting beside him with his fist, and said angrily, "This scum of scum! I must make him pay what he deserves!"

"I calculated carefully. There are a total of eleven paintings here, and each painting corresponds to a wax figure. It is very likely that Sun Youming mixed formalin into paraffin, and then sealed up the pictures of these girls. The corpse is simply... a demon!"

Du Tong looked around, one could imagine how many girls died in this studio.

What's even more frightening is that even if Sun Miao hadn't encountered a supernatural event, she might have followed in the footsteps of these girls and become a wax figure that could never speak.

Once it is confirmed that the deaths of these people are all related to Sun Youming, it will definitely be a huge case that has caused a worldwide sensation.

After the anger passed, Chang Hao and Du Tong came to the place where the bloodstain last appeared.

There is also a painting there.

As for the owner of this oil painting, it is a bride wearing a bright red dress with a gentle smile.

It's just that the bride's height seems a bit too high, even more than [-] meters, and beside her, she is leading a figure delineated by black lines, which can only be judged from the edge banding on her chest. It's a groom's suit.

(End of this chapter)