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Two years later, this beach welcomed a sand sculpture artist who carefully carved a sand sculpture of "Painted Skin from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" on the beach.

Perhaps it was carved too carefully, or perhaps it was some kind of coincidence that the ghost of an unjustly killed person possessed the sand sculpture.

But the memory of the person in her soul has faded, leaving only the obsession that lingers.

She still thought she was the beauty in painted skin, and stared at her husband as he took her away.

At this moment, Mo Qiusha finally remembered everything:

"He said that I could see the sunset every day from now on, and I thought he was talking nonsense. But that's how it was... It turned out that he was the one who left me on the beach."

Mo Qiusha held her head and asked painfully, "Why? Why did he want to hurt me?"

Although the authorities were in the dark, Xiao Wang, a bystander, had a glimpse of the truth: "Money-stealing and murder are usually linked together. Did he buy insurance for you?"

Mo Qiusha said: "He bought it for himself first, and I was the beneficiary. He said he was afraid something might happen to him in the future, so he wanted to leave some money for me. To be fair, I bought it too."

Xiao Wang was confused again: "That's not right. If you kill someone this way, won't you be able to find the body forever? If you can't find the body, how can you collect the compensation?"

Sang Feiwan explained: "Because when he was about to implement the plan, a wife-killing case happened in society, which caused a huge social outcry. And the murderer was arrested very quickly."

"He was scared, but he was unwilling to give up. So to be on the safe side, he devised this method, so that no one would see the person alive or the body dead."

"In this way, although he won't be able to get compensation in the short term, it will reduce his suspicion."

Legally, if a person has been missing for more than four years, or has been missing for two years due to an accident, they will be deemed dead even if their body is not found.

As long as the time limit is up, even if the wife's body is never found, she will be legally deemed dead, and the insurance compensation can still be obtained with the death certificate.

"How despicable!" Xiao Wang said angrily, "This kind of bastard must be brought to justice! I'm calling the police now!"

He took out his spare phone and was about to call the police when he heard Mo Qiusha say, "Can you make a call for me?"

"Ah? Who do you want to call?" Perhaps out of sympathy, Xiao Wang was no longer so afraid of Mo Qiusha.

Mo Qiusha smiled sadly: "I want to call my husband. I have to ask him if he still remembers me."

In an old residential area in city A.

Two years later, he dreamed of his wife again.

In the dream, his wife was found and rescued, and then went home with him.

But halfway through the walk, he suddenly regretted his decision and kept pushing his wife into the sand pit.

"Go to hell, go to hell! I've waited for so long, how can you live? If you live, what about my compensation?"

In his dream, he buried his wife alive again.

At this time, hundred-dollar bills fell from the sky, more and more, so much that they were about to bury him.

He was still laughing, laughing loudly in the pile of money: "I finally got the compensation! I have money now, and I will finally make it through!"

"Ding-ling-ling..." The midnight bell broke up a good dream.

"Who is it? Calling you so late at night!" The man fumbled around on the bedside for a while and finally found his cell phone.

When he saw an unfamiliar number on the screen, he thought it was a sales call and hung up without hesitation.

But the silence lasted only a few seconds before the phone rang again.

"Who's calling? It's so fucking annoying!"

The man pressed the answer button impatiently and was about to curse when a familiar and plaintive voice came from the other end of the line:

"Honey, didn't you say you would watch the sunset with me? I've been waiting for you on the beach for a long, long time, why didn't you come?"

The voice was too familiar. The man felt a chill down his spine and his eyes widened in shock.

It took him a while to find his voice again: "Who... who are you?"

"I am your wife, husband, have you forgotten? It was you who took me to the beach to watch the sunset, and you bought me a bottle of freshly squeezed juice. You only bought one bottle. You said it was too expensive, so you should just give it to your wife."

"The juice is sweet, just like our love. But why did I fall asleep after drinking the juice?"

Only he and his wife Mo Qiusha knew these things.

But the woman on the other end of the phone knew all this, and her voice... was it really her?

No, not possible!

She is obviously dead!

Two years ago, I dug a big hole with my own hands, and then I dragged her into the hole with my own hands.

I calculated the time of high tide and piled the excavated sand at the mouth of the pit. As soon as the tide rises, the waves will fill the pit together with the floating sand.

She died quietly, no one would know!

And I...I even deliberately created an alibi to clear myself of suspicion.

Everything was so perfect. All I had to do was wait four years, until she was officially declared dead, and then I would be able to get the huge insurance money.

Since Mo Qiusha is dead, who is on the phone now?

The voice on the phone continued: "Honey, I'm so cold on the beach alone, can you come and accompany me? Let's watch the sunset together and bury ourselves in the sand together! Let's die together!"

"Ah!" The man's scream broke the peace of midnight.

The next day, a cordon was set up on the beach, and based on a report from artist Xiao Wang, the police dug out a highly decomposed female corpse on the beach.

Because the clues provided by Xiao Wang were detailed, the identity of the victim was confirmed immediately and the murderer was quickly arrested.

At this moment, Xiao Wang was squatting in front of the sand sculpture, carefully carving the last details.

He suddenly raised his eyes and met the hideous face of the Painted Skin Ghost. He was startled for a moment, then laughed again: "I am not afraid of you anymore. The greed of the human heart is the real devil. In comparison, the superficial horror is nothing."

That night, after Mo Qiusha finished her phone call with her husband, she provided some clues to Xiao Wang and watched him call the police. Mo Qiusha let go of her obsession and her soul was freed to go to another world.

The masked man was absent-minded all day today, and would glance in the direction of the school gate from time to time.

Will Zhang Fan show up? Can he forgive Teacher Zou?

After waiting in school for a whole day until sunset, the masked man still didn't see Zhang Fan show up.

Watching the setting sun in the distance gradually fade away, night began to fall.

The masked man sighed, "It looks like he won't be coming."

"If Mr. Zou's obsession cannot be resolved, will I always be affected by him and have nightmares every night?"

Thinking of that dream, the masked man was really devastated.

After thinking about it, he sent a private message to Sang Feiwan, explaining the situation and asking if there were any other ways to resolve the situation.

But he found out that Sang Feiwan had left him a private message yesterday.

I clicked on the private message and Sang Feiwan’s message popped up:

【Bring some offerings to burn for him in the evening. 】