love is not allowed in hell

Chen Liye finished reading.

He raised his head, turned to look at the participants, and asked, "What do you think?"

The participants looked at each other with different expressions.Some people frowned and began to think, while others calmly touched their chins to analyze.

After a few minutes of silence, someone broke the silence and expressed his thoughts: "How to say... I feel that this suicide note is quite radical."

Chen Liye touched his earlobe and said, "It's quite radical, I feel that this person was very emotional before he died."

The excitement is not like being frightened by those ghosts and committing suicide, but like... committing suicide in order to avenge his son.

This difference is very big.

So although the curator died, he didn't repent, so it doesn't count as the end of sin?

But this doesn’t make sense, the focus of ending the crime is on the “end”, and the curator is gone, so the crime is unnaturally buried with it?

Moreover, if the focus is on the curator, what about the woman who asked the participants to kill herself as soon as she came in?

One question after another just popped up one after another.And every question has become a thread invisibly, intertwined and entangled together like this, turning into a messy ball, which makes people more and more confused.

Chen Liye had a headache, so he stretched out his hand and scratched the hair on the back of his head, then looked down at the suicide note, and read it word by word.

Everyone began to discuss with each other again.

"So what should we do now?"

"This is so inexplicable... The curator is dead, so what should we do?"

"Could it be that the curator is actually not dead, but just hiding in this art museum?... Then the ghost can't find it, so we have to find it?"

"...Is the curator the same woman?"

Xie Weixian was standing next to Chen Liye, the more he listened to these participants, the more he became dizzy, all kinds of weird and inexplicable possibilities were mentioned by them, which made him more and more impatient, as if a fire was burning .

He pinched his brows, couldn't help but took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned to look at Chen Liye.

Chen Liye is still studying the suicide note.

Xie Weixian looked at his side face for a moment, feeling that most of the anger in his heart had disappeared inexplicably, so he leaned over, put his hands on his shoulders, and read the suicide note with him.

Chen Liye was very receptive and didn't say anything, but Xie Weixian's hand on his shoulder made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand without looking sideways, took Xie Weixian's hand and Put it on your other shoulder.In this way, the two of them got closer.

When Chen Liye did this, he didn't look sideways and didn't raise his head, he was so used to it as if he had been with him for many years.

It has indeed been many years.

So the two of them got together and read the suicide note.

Xie Weixian didn't see any tricks, he just felt that the posthumous writing was too sloppy, every line of writing was like a ghostly talisman, thanks to Chen Liye who could understand it all.

After a while, Chen Liye's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said softly as if talking to himself; "I seem to understand a little bit."

His voice was too low, no one heard him, only Xie Weixian did.

Xie Weixian turned his head to the side and asked him: "What?"

"The point of this suicide note should not be the death of the curator." Chen Liye said, "After all, it was the announcement from hell that the curator had committed suicide. That thing can't be a lie. It might play some text traps , but it will definitely not lie. And no matter how you look at it, there is no literal trap for the four words of suicide and death."

Han Gu'ai in the crowd heard his analysis at the first time, and quickly stretched out her hand to signal the others to silence.As a result, everyone turned their heads to look at Chen Liye, and listened to his analysis.

Chen Liye went on to say: "Since the curator is dead, it proves that the child has succeeded in revenge, but the reason why the crime has not been terminated, there are two possibilities. One is that the curator has not repented, and the child's resentment has dissipated." No, the second is that although the curator is dead, whatever he has done can be called a crime, and even if the curator is dead, this matter has not ended, and the child has no way to intervene to change it. So we need to do something."

"..."

The crowd was silent.

Chen Liye saw that all of them looked solemn, and no one spoke for a long time, so he added: "But I personally prefer the second one."

"It should be the second type." Han Guai said suddenly, "If it is the first type, it is purely a matter of resentment and has nothing to do with sin."

Hearing this, Chen Liye reached out and touched his earlobe.

"What she said makes sense." Xie Weixian also said, "Then what will this matter that cannot be ended even if the curator dies? Do you have any guesses?"

"...Yes, there is." Chen Liye picked up the suicide note and glanced at it, and said, "But I'm not sure."

Xie Weixian said: "Tell me."

Knowing that he would say that, Chen Liye said, "Look at this suicide note, there are a lot of information that can be extracted from the entire text."

"The curator killed the child's mother and took away the custody of the child. And the child must have known something, so he was very disobedient. Because of this, the curator beat him and scolded him, but the child still hated him , and later wanted to leave him, but the curator's desire to control was too strong, so he locked up the child."

"And during this period, the curator also brought the child's paintings to the art gallery for display, that is to say, the paintings in the exhibition hall were all drawn by the child, and it was the curator who made the child famous. But the child didn’t thank him, and the hatred in his heart was sometimes expressed in the paintings, and the curator often beat and scolded him because of this.”

"As things go on like this, the hatred in the child's heart became stronger and stronger, and finally he succeeded in revenge. According to the clues given by the hell announcement, his way of revenge is probably...to turn himself into a ghost and a wraith."

"So based on that, I guess..."

"Maybe that child committed suicide in this art gallery, and finally died here, becoming a wraith."

"Perhaps no one buried him."

While talking, Chen Liye looked up at Han Guai.

Han Guai smiled, and there was a trace of regret and helplessness in his eyes.

Seeing Chen Liye looking over, she raised her hand and clapped her hands.

Lonely applause echoed in the art gallery.

After she applauded, a few people followed suit.If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three. After a while, the applause of the crowd rang out.

But Chen Liye saw the regret that flashed in Han Guai's eyes just now, and he understood very well - he seemed to be wrong.

However, these were the only clues in his hand, even if he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything else.

Chen Liye had no choice but to scratch his hair, and said amidst the applause: "Let's look for other clues first."

Xie Weixian froze for a moment: "What's the matter, isn't it what you just said?"

"It seems to be only half right." Chen Liye gave him a helpless smile and said, "Anyway, let's look for it first."

"..."

Xie Weixian turned his head and glanced at the corridor behind the door that had just been opened wide.The walls in the corridor are colorful and splashed with all kinds of paints. When you look at it at first glance, you will feel dazzled and hurt your eyes.

Xie Weixian turned to look at Chen Liye again.

Chen Liye looked at him and blinked.

Everyone walked into the corridor behind the door.

There was paint all over the corridor, and it wasn't dry yet.When Xie Weixian was the first to walk in, he stepped on the sticky paint on the soles of his feet.

It made his face turn black.

And the smell in this corridor is also very strong, it is the kind of unspeakable paint smell.There are rooms on both sides of the corridor, and the doors of the rooms are also splashed with wet paint.Chen Liye wanted to open the door to have a look, but he was hesitant looking at the color on the doorknob.

Xie Weixian knew what he wanted at a glance, so he kicked the door open for him.

The room was dark.

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