Onmyoji Shikigami Don't Cry

Chapter 97 The Painter's Secret

The further Chen Yan and Xue Nu walked towards Li Xi's room, the stronger the smell of blood became.

"Chen Yan, be careful."

Xue Nu looked at Chen Yan and said in a low voice.

Chen Yan nodded, now as long as they open the door, they can see what Li Xi is doing inside.

Chen Yan walked over and knocked lightly on the door.

silence,

A silence.

There was no sound in the room, and no response.

If Li Xi had brought the missing part of that woman's body here, then he would definitely not have made a sound.

Chen Yan raised his foot and kicked it up fiercely, and the flimsy door opened directly.

The smell of blood became stronger, and there were many bright red blood stains on the floor of the room.

Li Xi was squatting quietly on the ground, drawing a picture.

Knowing that someone had kicked the door in, he didn't even look up at Chen Yan.

What is it that draws you that fascinates you so much?
Chen Yan looked over, and on the ground, Li Xi's hand holding the pen was carefully drawing on the white paper.

What was painted was a woman's buttocks. Even such a part, under his pen, looked extraordinarily beautiful.

It's white and soft, like cotton candy.

"Chen Yan, look..."

Xue Nu touched Li Xi's bed with her fingers, and whispered into Chen Yan's ear.

What was on the bed was... the missing part of the woman's body.

The scarlet blood flowed down the side of the bed, continuously dropping to the ground.

"Tick, tick..."

The sound was exceptionally clear in a quiet small room.

"Li Xi, did you really kill that woman?"

Chen Yan asked.

At this time, even Chen Yan had already begun to disbelieve him.

Ironclad evidence.

The murderer, if not Li Xi, who else could it be?
Li Xi didn't answer, but still squatted on the ground, drawing his own picture.

The pen is soft and the expression is intoxicating.

Chen Yan had no choice but to wait aside, watching him slowly draw the picture.

With Xue Nu around, Chen Yan didn't need to be afraid of him.

This was also the reason why Chen Yan dared to stay here.

Xue Nu looked at Li Xi with no expression on her face.

For such a human being, as an ancient monster, how can she look at it?
Chen Yan gently covered his nose with his hand, the smell of blood in the room was a little uncomfortable.

It's a nauseating feeling.

Outside the window, a few crows flapped their wings and flew to a tree outside the house.His eyes were fixed on the thing on Li Xi's bed.

Probably waiting for a full meal.

Chen Yan didn't know how long it had passed, it might have been half an hour, or it might have been just a few minutes.

Li Xi stood up from the ground, the painting on the white paper has been completed...

"I killed her."

"why?"

"She won't come with me, I can't help it."

Li Xi's expression was very calm, without any regrets.

"Isn't it just to draw a picture, do you have to ask her to be a model?"

Chen Yan asked puzzledly.

If it's just painting, Chen Yan can give him a free model.

It is really unnecessary to kill people for this.

"Well, only her, only her... that part is exactly the same as Xue..."

"Snow?"

"Well, it's the woman I love."

Chen Yan remembered that she had asked Li Xi what the picture with eyes on the ground was before.

Li Xi said that those were Xue's eyes.

"Then...my hair, my legs...my lips too...?"

"Um……"

Li Xi sat on the bed and threw the things on it outside the door.

Several crows flew down quickly and began to enjoy their food.

"If you kill someone, your life is over. Is it worth it just for a painting?"

"It's worth it. In fact, I should have died a long time ago. On the day Xue died, I should have died with her."

Li Xi casually picked up a painting, which showed a broken snow-white neck: "The reason why I've been alive all this time is just to draw a complete picture of her..."

"Can't you draw on her corpse? Or, the previous photos..."

Chen Yan doesn't understand, if it's just an infatuated painter who wants to paint a painting that belongs to her for her dead lover.

It is perfectly possible to stand beside her corpse and draw for days and nights when she died.

In that case, it must be possible to draw her completely, right?
Why do you have to do this, find some strange women, and then describe the same parts of their bodies as the woman you love?
This kind of workload is really too big.

"There are no bodies... and no photographs..."

Li Xi lay on the bed, the blood on the bed stained his clothes red.

But he didn't care about it at all: "The electric fire burned the house and burned the snow, and there is nothing left."

electric fire...

Is that why he resists using modern stuff?
Just because a woman is dead, can't live?
Can't you forget?
It is impossible for Chen Yan to be so affectionate, but she will not despise such a person.

For Li Xi, there is even a trace of regret...

"Li Xi, what are you going to do now?" Chen Yan walked up to Li Xi, "Someone will come to arrest you soon."

Li Xi got up from the bed and began to pick up the paintings on the ground.

The expression is very calm.

When he did that, he already knew what was going to happen to him.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Xue's painting has been completely drawn.

One hundred and two.

She can completely piece together her appearance...

Li Xi slowly put together all the paintings in the room.

At this time, the shrill siren sounded from outside the room...

"Li Xi, if you want to live, I can help you."

Chen Yan said.

"Chen Yan, the painting is finished, I have no regrets..."

Li Xi continued to work on the scrolls in his hand.

Chen Yan took Xue Nu and left. Li Xi had no choice but to make such a choice.

On the road, a siren-honking police car passed by Chen Yan and the others.

After a while, several crows flew out of Li Xi's house in a panic...

It seems that this is the end of the story.

Love,
is an angel,
Also the devil.

Take people into heaven and into hell.

……

"Chen Yan, what will happen to that man?"

Xuenv, who rarely spoke, took the initiative to ask a question.

"will die."

"He loves that woman very much?"

"maybe."

Chen Yan and Xue Nu walked slowly, the sun was setting, the police car passed them again, and Li Xi sat quietly inside.

The setting sun softens everything in the world, and it looks like a dream.

Xue Nu sighed softly, and said to herself, "If that woman doesn't die, how happy she would be."

Li Xi killed someone, so he inevitably went to jail.

The paintings he painted became more and more valuable, and were finally collected by a collector.

Li Xi finally committed suicide in prison and died. According to legend, on the day of his death, a woman's deep sobs sounded in the collector who lived alone...

　The painter's story is over, and the story told this time seems to be clearer than before...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)