Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

Standing in the room, Jiang Wenluo suddenly felt very strange——

It's daytime now, and it's sunny, with the sun directly above the house, bringing warmth to all.

When Liang Yaowen arrived, those spectators outside just now felt relieved. They were no longer afraid of the murderer hiding in the dark. Instead, they sat on the bench under the sun and talked frankly. very long.

The curtains in this girl's house are also very short, with a texture similar to tulle, through which sunlight can easily shine in.Even at night, there is moonlight in this room, and shadows will definitely appear.

So it can be concluded that the residents of this small town are not worried that they will be killed because of the light, and they may not even know the existence of the shadow monster!

So can it be explained that the black shadow monsters do not kill indiscriminately?

If so, what are their criteria for selecting prey?

Why did you go to Jiang Wenluo directly before?

Jiang Wenluo stood beside Liang Yaowen, wanting to get closer to him, but when he raised his head, he saw a very strange smile suddenly appeared on Liang Yaowen's face.

——Liang Yaowen looks very satisfied.

He has an expression similar to...satisfied, like a cheetah with a full belly.It's just that what's in front of me is not a delicious feast, but a girl's damaged and bloody body.

This expression flashed by, Jiang Wenluo almost thought it was his hallucination, he was startled, subconsciously took a step back, and moved away from him.

However, in the next second, Jiang Wenluo's wrist was grabbed by a pair of cold hands, his heart skipped a beat, he suddenly raised his head, and looked at Liang Yaowen.

"Please let me be here alone to see off the deceased." Liang Yaowen said.

Only then did Jiang Wenluo realize that at some point, there were only three of them left in the room—the other was a girl who had been dead for a long time.

"You can go back to my residence first, and the ceremony won't end until evening."

"Okay." Jiang Wenluo whispered.

He turned around and walked out of the room slowly, realizing that his hands had also become very cold and trembling violently, the abnormality was obvious, but Liang Yaowen didn't seem to notice it.

Next to the table is the girl's desk, the book on it is open, and the pen is placed in the middle.

Jiang Wenluo glanced and saw that on the white paper... was a half-drawn figure, which was very similar to the one drawn by Liang Yaowen's house - it was obvious that she was also a believer of Liang Yaowen.

When Jiang Wenluo left the room, he suddenly turned to look at Liang Yaowen.

——And Liang Yaowen was also looking at him fixedly, and smiled without any surprise.

To Jiang Wenluo's surprise, when he closed the door and walked out of the murder scene, there was no one outside, and this small town was like an empty city.Opposite is a church, with several white birds flying above. When Jiang Wenluo appeared, they rushed towards Jiang Wenluo like this, and surrounded Jiang Wenluo, making a "cuckoo" cry. When they circled, their feathers fluttered. fell down.

Jiang Wenluo was allergic to feathers, his nose immediately itched, and he used his hands to disperse the fallen feathers, but the white bird kept following him.

Getting closer and closer to him.

Jiang Wenluo avoided them while driving them away.This action seemed to anger the white birds, causing them to tighten their wings and rush down quickly!Jiang Wenluo quickly closed his eyes and dodged along the gaps in the street, but there were more and more birds, all circling around him.

"Cuckoo, cluck—"

"Googoo—" it was like an announcement.

This cry made Jiang Wenluo's head hurt.

He half-closed his eyes, feeling that the beaks of these birds were opening and closing repeatedly.

Jiang Wenluo felt that he was like a moving Peugeot now, and others could see him at a glance from far away.In a daze, he no longer knew where he was.This is clearly not Zone A anymore.The road around me became like a huge maze.

The distance between intersections became very narrow. The rain from last night hadn't evaporated completely, and mixed with the soil to form a small puddle, reflecting Jiang Wenluo's pale and slender ankles.As the feathers fell, the walls of this "maze" peeled off in pieces.

Jiang Wenluo stepped into the center of the maze in one step.

"I didn't walk into the maze." Jiang Wenluo looked up at the scattered pigeons and muttered to himself, "It's the maze... I found me myself."

Standing on the side of the road, Jiang Wenluo turned around and saw that the buildings in District A had disappeared, and at the end of the road was Liang Yaowen's residence, which was brightly lit.Jiang Wenluo finally determined that Liang Yaowen had an inescapable relationship with the "center" of this world.

Perhaps he is directly at the heart of the matter.

Jiang Wenluo closed his eyes, the dust falling from the wall made him choke and cough, the dust shimmered in the sun, he covered his mouth and nose with his hands, the unstoppable cough made him unable to straighten up I felt a dull pain in my stomach as well.Only then did Jiang Wenluo realize that he hadn't even eaten in the morning.

But at this moment, Jiang Wenluo felt a surge in his stomach, and soon he began to retch - when the cough stopped, Jiang Wenluo finally determined the source of his "nausea" feeling.

It was a faint smell of blood, mixed with the smell of rotting flesh.

When his boots landed on the ground, they made a noise. Jiang Wenluo walked cautiously against the wall, but the smell became more pungent as he walked forward. Forest smell.

"Museum..." Jiang Wenluo frowned, looking to his left, "The smell is coming from here."

He bent down, squatted down, and found a small sign on the wall, on which was written the artist's resume——Zheng Li, a young artist back then, with Zheng Li's portrait next to it.

This portrait looks very weird, he has only one hand, the eyes are drawn very round, and there is a small tear mole under the eye.Hair that was too long was combed back in a loose ponytail.The weird thing is - he has no heart, and his eyes are very empty.

Jiang Wenluo pushed open the door and walked in lightly.

More than a dozen paintings were randomly placed aside without any design. Jiang Wenluo bent down to pick it up, brushed off the dust covering it with his hands, and saw the woman in the painting.She was very pretty, wearing a white dress, her oily hair was loosely braided into a ponytail, and she had a faint smile on her face.

But this painting is obviously unsatisfactory. It has even been roughly crumpled into waste paper, spread out again, and put in a wooden frame. There is no signature on the lower right.The rest of the paintings are all of women, from teens to 70s and [-]s, all of them are portraits.

Jiang Wenluo lowered his eyes, held the painting up to his nose and sniffed——

The smell didn't come from here, and he moved on.

Inside are some animal paintings hung on the walls, all of which are painted with strong colors, the antelope was bitten by the beast, the young deer was shot to death by the hunter, and the goldfish turned out its white belly in the bathtub.

The painting with figures next to it also has a very uncomfortable style. Under the crimson sky, the land is swept by a storm, and there is a human figure making a shouting expression in the middle.

The woman with slender hands and feet was trapped in a huge iron cage. She lowered her head in despair, with silver shackles on her ankles.The cage door was wide open, but she didn't try to get out.

The tyranny and oppression coming to the face——

Standing in front of the painting, Jiang Wenluo saw the words: Zheng Li written in black letters on the white label.

He went to the opposite side of the wall again, but saw paintings with completely different styles.They are all made of low-saturated color pigments, including starry sky, poppy fields, and fields at sunrise.

They seem real and illusory, and the moment they see them, they can calm people down.

The personal styles of the left and right sides are very strong and diametrically opposite.

"The art exhibition of two people?" Jiang Wenluo frowned, picked up the label that fell on the floor, but found that the white name was printed on the black label paper: "Zheng Li.

There are two shelves in the entire room, starting from the door, and slowly closing inwards.

The final landing point was a basement with no light in it. Standing downstairs, Jiang Wenluo could only see some paintings inside, but he didn't know the specific images.

He could think about it, so he took a deep breath, and slowly walked down the railing.

The models for the portrait inside are two people, and one of them is the only male model in this exhibition.

He looks very thin, not tall, with a shy smile on his face, and long hair that hangs down to his waist, but he has a very obvious Adam's apple in the middle of his neck, and he looks very handsome in a large white shirt. empty.

At the same time, his eyes are very soft, there is a shallow dimple on his cheek, and his state is very relaxed.

It's just that this person's appearance looks a little awkward, as if something is unnatural.

Jiang Wenluo raised his hand, touched it, and realized it when he carefully looked at the portrait beside him.

——It turned out to be a person.

In the portrait beside her, the woman was wearing a white skirt, her Adam's apple was covered by a silk scarf, her face was painted with delicate makeup, and she was wearing a well-cut light-colored cheongsam.Her hair was pulled up casually, her hands were painted with wine-red nail polish, her eyes were round, and the tails of her eyes were picked up, like a cat.Just sitting there, not moving or speaking, she looked extremely charming.

It's just that the fearful expression on the girl's face was obvious, so she cowered in a bad manner, as if in the next second, she knew that she was about to face a catastrophe.If you look at the two photos together, their facial features will be completely identical.

"Cheng Yun."

Jiang Wenluo saw a ring on her ring finger... a ring he had seen in a drawer before.

"So it was you." He murmured.

——In this world, the first missing "female".