Fantastic

Such an idea appeared in Bu Chu's mind, but he only paused for a moment, and then replied to Li Mu's message very naturally.

[Most people like pretty flowers, right?Why are you asking this? ]

[Because I look at them, they all express love with red roses. ]

[... You mustn't send me a bouquet of roses. ]

[why? ]

[Anyway don't. ]

[OK, when are you coming back to school?I want to see you. ]

Li Mu said so, but it was only a day since they parted.

[Not so fast. ]

After Bu Chu sent the message, looking at the chat interface, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The atmosphere of this chat seems a bit strange...?

He hasn't planned to meet Li Mu yet, at least not in the near future. He needs to finish researching the information he obtained from the mental hospital before he can find out the next countermeasure.

Afterwards, Li Mu sent another message and Bu Chu didn't look at it again. He looked at the time, and the sun was almost setting at this moment. Tai Jitong was called in for a private questioning, and it would take a while before he could leave.

"...Mr. Bu Chu?"

A somewhat familiar male voice sounded.

Bu Chu looked up and saw Wan Jingtian.

There are really not many people who can call him "Mr." Obviously Wan Jingtian should be a little older than him.

"Ah, it's really you, I thought I was wrong."

Wan Jingtian said, and smiled at Bu Chu, the smile was a bit forced.

Bu Chu noticed that he was much more haggard than before, and a little black and blue appeared under his eyes, and thought of the reason why he appeared here.

"Hi, sorry about your brother."

The unlucky brother who died in the study room of the library yesterday was Wan Yingtian. As his elder brother, Wan Jingtian was indeed going to the police station these two days.

Wan Jingtian looked beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Can I sit next to you?"

Bu Chu: ...

Ah, could it be that you want to start recalling all kinds of things in the past, and then say a lot of sensational things?

What a hassle.

He thought so, but he didn't have any suitable reason to refuse, so he could only say: "Please sit down."

Wan Jingtian sat down beside him, and sure enough, he started talking about Wan Yingtian.

"My brother died like that in the study room of the library... It should have spread in your school, right?"

His voice was very soft, his head was lowered, and he seemed to have no emotion.

"Actually it's fine."

Bu Chudao.

He also couldn't think of what he could say to comfort Wan Jingtian, and after thinking about it again, he felt that it was unnecessary.

"I didn't expect my younger brother to die like this," Wan Jingtian said, "He is a fan of Teacher Li Mu's painting just like me, and he also said that he wants to improve his painting skills to compete with me."

Bu Chu: "...compete for what?"

Wan Jingtian didn't answer his question, but continued on his own: "Why did he die like this, if he died like this..."

Bu Chu frowned slightly, noticing that his tone seemed a little unusual.

That is not sorrow and pain, but...resentment and pity?

"If he dies like that," Wan Jingtian said, his voice still soft, "wouldn't it be worthless at all?"

People do say that some heroes died well, but they don't say that anyone died worthlessly in ordinary life.

Strictly speaking, Wan Yingtian's death was indeed worthless, just an innocent death, but the passing of a life cannot be measured by value, especially if this person is still his own blood relative. Wan Jingtian's statement seems to be like Wan Yingtian's If Tian died like this, it would be a waste, without any family affection.

Bu Chu was taken aback for a moment, and he said "Oh!" when he looked at him, he was more serious.

He asked, "Why do you say that?"

"If you die like that..."

"Brother Chu!"

A female voice interrupted Wan Jingtian's words, looking in the direction from which the voice came, two girls were trotting towards this side, and then stopped in front of Bu Chu.

It was Luo Yun and Xu Xiaoyi.

Bu Chu was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

"I asked Brother Tong where you were just now, and then came over." Luo Yun said.

She and Xu Xiaoyi didn't stay in the dormitory, nor did they come out. Because of the decrease in tolerance, she felt that she had been taken care of all the time. She didn't do anything, and she couldn't do anything. Nothing can help.

"Then you have made this trip in vain. We should go back after Tai Jitong finishes his questioning."

Bu Chudao.

Xu Xiaoyi: "Ah, so..."

After she finished speaking with some disappointment, she noticed Wan Jingtian beside Bu Chu.

"Excuse me, is this..."

In fact, they have seen them before, but they didn't recognize Wan Jingtian for a while.

"Li Mu's assistant." Bu Chu said.

Such a title surprised the two girls, and then they didn't know if it was a psychological effect. They always felt that Wan Jingtian's eyes staring at them... were very dark and creepy.

Bu Chu noticed this, and something was wrong with Wan Jingtian from just now.

"You don't have to wait here, go back first."

Bu Chu said directly.

"But……"

"go back."

Luo Yun, who felt that the trip was in vain, was still hesitant at first, but after Bu Chu said this, he turned his head and walked away honestly, feeling that cold gaze resting on their backs.

Seeing them leave, Bu Chu turned his head to look at Wan Jingtian, and before he could speak, he said to him first, "Are they pestering you?"

What is this nonsense?

Bu Chu just felt baffled.

"not at all."

"That's it," Wan Jingtian said, "I originally thought that if they were pestering you, I could still..."

He didn't say anything after "yes", he just laughed, thinking it wasn't a good word.

He paused for a while, then opened the backpack he was carrying, and took out a picture book from it.

"Anyway, we have to wait. Why don't Mr. Bu Chu take a look at my painting and give me some advice?"

Bu Chu originally wanted to say that he had no opinions on art-related things, but then realized that he was a junior student in the art department, so he swallowed what he was going to say, thinking that it would not be too late to say it.

Wan Jingtian's paintings are obviously of the same genre as Li Mu's, but...

Bu Chu didn't know how to describe it, so he didn't feel that special feeling.

Li Mu's paintings can shock people's hearts, Wan Jingtian's paintings, although the color tone seems to be similar to the painted objects, but it seems to be just a simple color block, which is not natural.

Of course it feels like this, and I still have to say some polite words, but just in the middle of Bu Chu's polite words, Wan Jingtian, who was originally calm, suddenly became violent and tore up the painting violently.

Bu Chu noticed that there were still many traces of rough torn paper on the notebook.

"No, not yet," Wan Jingtian said in a low voice, as if he was suppressing something, "I can't draw it yet, I have to do more..."

Bu Chu: "What's more?"

"Improve your drawing skills."

Every painter wants to improve his painting skills.

"Then how do you improve?"

Bu Chu looked at the shredded paper on the ground.

"I want, I want to draw more realistically! Just like Teacher Li Mu, I want to see the real world!!"

Bu Chu: Oh.

You also find a car to bump into?

What Wan Jingtian said seemed to have no problem at first glance, but in the eyes of Bu Chu who knew the truth, it was quite scary.

What is "real"?

What counts as "real?"

Li Mu only saw the "reality" because of a sensory barrier, how does Wan Jingtian plan to see it?

Bu Chu refrained from telling Wan Jingtian to find a car to bump into him, but didn't say anything.

To be reasonable, he is the truth, right?It is true that Li Mu suffered from sensory impairment because of a car accident.

In the end, he said to Wan Jingtian: "Then you do your best."

It feels like the spirit of this brother is not normal anymore.

However, he felt that Wan Jingtian might be stimulated by his brother's tragic death, so he didn't think too much about it.

Wan Jingtian's tone of voice just now was still very excited, but after Bu Chu said this, he became calm again.

"I will."

He even smiled at Bu Chul.

Bu Chu didn't speak, just now when Tai Jitong came out, he waved to Wan Jingtian as a farewell, and then left.

When Tai Jitong walked out the door, he turned his head and met Wan Jingtian's gaze. He shivered for a moment, and hurried out in two or three steps.

Bu Chu: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Chu, is that Li Mu's assistant? Why are you here? I see what you guys talked about just now?"

"Why do you have so many questions?"

Tai Jitong shrank his neck: "No, just, I feel that the way he looks at me is terrifying..."

Bu Chu glanced at him: "Did you do anything?"

"I didn't do anything!!"

"Oh," Bu Chu looked away, "We didn't say anything."

"I can just read the case information myself. If there are any questions or arrangements, I will tell you directly."

He said so, Tai Jitong wanted to make more contributions, but he could only wait obediently.

Bu Chu started to "work" after returning to the dormitory, but the medical record directly stated that Li Mu suffered from sensory impairment, and the following...

He frowned, and turned a few more pages, only to find that the following pages were full of garbled characters.

Why are all garbled characters? ? !

This is the information that he watched Dr. Zhang copy out. Either there was a mistake in the middle, or the case was originally garbled.

Whatever the reason, the case is dismissed.

Bu Chu gave a "tsk" and turned to watch the recorded video.

This hospital seems to be recording video when treating patients for archiving and comparison before and after. After all, the video was recorded many years ago. The quality of the video is very low, not blurry, but it is still easy to see. Not particularly clear.

Li Mu, who looked like a teenager, was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, sitting in the middle of the picture, with no expression on his face, and a name tag hanging on his chest.

"name?"

someone asked him.

"...Li Mu."

It took him a while to answer, only his own name was spoken very slowly.

During this process, there seemed to be no light in his eyes, and his whole body was lifeless.

"age?"

"... Thirteen," he paused, "no, it should be fourteen, right?"

At this time, the video screen suddenly shook, and a blurry screen appeared, and it returned to its original state in a few seconds.

"You trampled a cat to death a few days ago, did you know that?"

Li Mu paused for a long time.

"cat?"

he said.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I'm thinking about what a cat looks like."

"I, what I stepped on before, was a cat?"

"Yes, what you trampled to death was a kitten. In your eyes, is that still something else?"

"Yes." Li Mu said, "You asked me too, many times."

"then you……"

"I have a question."

Li Mu suddenly interrupted the man's words.

"When the cat ran up to me, I thought it was a bug."

"If that's really a bug..."

His eyes are like abysses, looking into the camera.

"If it was really a bug, would you still blame me like this?"

The person who asked the question at the end answered some voices that he couldn't hear clearly. There seemed to be something wrong with the recording of the voices. Li Mu's expression didn't change, so he couldn't guess what he said.

"Just because bugs are annoying and cats are cute?"

He lowered his eyes and said.

"To me, there's no difference, I can't find anything annoying, or, cute."

Then the scene changed to the front of the ward, and then entered the ward, and saw Li Mu with his back to the camera.

He is drawing.

"Are you drawing?"

The speaker seemed surprised.

"This is what you drew..."

"flower."

Li Mu said.

Still black and red.

But what he painted was fundamentally different.

On a black background, is a red rose in full bloom.