withered color

After sending this voice, Xu Liangyun sent a sentence to Chen Yan, I love you too.

Xu Liangyun also said that he would tell him well when he was eating at noon. Now that he is interrogating, it is not suitable to voice him.

Statement hate expresses understanding.

He stayed with Pudding in the pet hospital for half the morning.The big guy named Alaska Xiao Ming has been lying next to him, and from time to time he tilts his head to smell the pudding and see how it is.

It even sniffed the statement, and stretched out its furry head generously.

Statement was stunned, stretched out his hand, and touched it cautiously.

Xiao Ming accepts it very well, is very happy to be touched, his eyes are narrowed, but he insists on saving face, he refuses to grin his mouth and stick out his tongue for joy like other dogs, and keeps a rigid face to save face.

But its expression still betrays the fact that it's comfortable.

Chen Yan suddenly remembered that when they were living together, he was sitting on the sofa holding Xu Liangyun and rubbing his head. Xu Liangyun had this expression.

I want to save face, so I keep a straight face, but I enjoy it very much.

The sense of sight is too strong.Statement Yan suddenly wanted to laugh.

He rubbed the head of the huge Alaskan dog and said, "You really seem to be my partner."

Alaskan squinted at him, as if dissatisfied, just like Xu Liangyun.

Statement tired laugh more happily.

He took several photos of Xiao Ming and Pudding with his mobile phone, and planned to show them to Xu Liangyun at noon.

At 10:30 p.m., the statement left.

He went out and called the staff.When the staff put the pudding back, the pudding beeped at Xiao Ming twice.

Xiao Ming finally spoke up.It has a low voice, dog mid-bass, like the voice of the boss in the novel.

Xiao Ming also walked over to lick the pudding twice.

The statement was silent for a while: "Is the relationship between them so good?"

"It's a little good." The staff member looked up and said, "But don't worry, we have been observing them all the time, and we don't have that worldly desire yet."

...This is also fucking like Xu Liangyun.

Chen Yan laughed twice, lowered his head and asked, "Pudin, do you like it?"

Pudding froze for a moment, then turned his head to the side, limped and ran in, staggering, very funny.

It declined to answer the question.

Statement tired and helpless, laughed twice again.

The staff also laughed and said, "If Pudding likes it, you can contact Xiao Ming's parents? Xiao Ming was sent to foster care, and his mother seems to be on a business trip."

Narration: "...that's fine, then fuck..."

"It happens to be stored until the day after tomorrow, so I'll contact her." The staff member smiled, "What time will you pick it up the day after tomorrow?"

The statement was tired of thinking about it, and made an appointment at 09:30.

After everything was communicated, Chen Yan greeted Pudding and left.

"A'Ding, don't worry." Chen Yan greeted it with no expression, "Leave everything to me."

Pudding looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time.

Chen Yan laughed, waved to it, and left the pet hospital.

He took a taxi and went home.

Xu Liangyun said that after all, he was taken away at home, so his home was regarded as the first scene, and the cordon was pulled to investigate, and the people were just evacuated a few days ago.

When the accident happened to Chen Yan, the door lock was blown up by Xu Liangyun with a gun. Xu Liangyun replaced him with a new one a few days ago, which was a fingerprint combination lock.

Reporting that he was not present and his fingerprints could not be entered, Xu Liangyun set a password for him.

"The password is your birthday, add the date of birth to the last two digits of the year." Xu Liangyun said, "It's the same as my password at home."

This is indeed the password of Xu Liangyun's house.

Chen Yan walked home and saw that the door lock was particularly brand new, which was a bit out of place with this seven-year-old door.

Chen Yan imagined that when Xu Liangyun came here at that time, no matter how hard he knocked on the door, he couldn't hear Zhang Yan's answer, so he drew a gun with his left hand and pointed at the door lock and then slammed a few times. It was a bit uncomfortable for a while.

He stretched out his hand, entered the six-digit password, and opened the door lock.

He goes into the house.The house has been completely new, and everything is clean, even cleaner than when he left. Xu Liangyun must have specially ordered someone to clean it.

Chen Yan went to the kitchen, took out a strawberry jelly from the refrigerator, and while sucking it, walked around the house, roughly counting how many things needed to be taken away, and it didn't matter how many things were thrown away.

After going around, he threw the cleaned jelly shells into the trash can, licked his mouth, and sighed, thinking that he had a lot of these things.

But these statements are ready to wait two days before coming back to clean them up.He had to go to the property downstairs to do some formalities, and he had to run to the agency in two days.Xu Liangyun didn't have a good memory of this house, and Chen Yan didn't intend to keep it under his name forever.

Chen Yan turned around and took a schoolbag out of the bedroom. He brought a few clothes and necessities such as a wallet, earphone charger and so on - he was using Xu Liangyun's charger these days.

He also changed a pair of gloves at home, and took a few more pairs and put them in his bag.The gloves he wears when he goes out these days are also Xu Liangyun's. Xu Liangyun's hands are bigger than his.

Chen Yan thought for a while with the gloves that he took off, and finally put the pair of Xu Liangyun's gloves carefully into the interlayer of his schoolbag.

After a brief tidying up, Chen Yan received a call from Xu Liangyun.

Xu Liangyun said that he was off work and asked where he was.

Chen Yan said that he returned home, just packed some clothes, and planned to come back in two days to pack up and move.

Xu Liangyun said: "Alright then, I'll pick you up now, shall we go have dinner?"

"Okay."

More than 20 minutes later, Chen Yan got into Xu Liangyun's car with his bag on his back.The two of them drove slowly on the side of the road for a while, and finally picked a spicy pot.

After Chen Yan picked out the dishes and paid for them, he finally walked back to Xu Liangyun's seat with two bottles of water.

He handed the water to Xu Liangyun: "Drink more water, don't drink coffee all the time, it's not good for your stomach."

Xu Liangyun took it over: "OK."

Xu Liangyun unscrewed the water and took a sip, then asked, "How about the pudding?"

"Very good. I told you all about it in VX, and I can take it home the day after tomorrow." Chen Yan said, "Oh yes, there is one more thing I didn't tell you."

Xu Liangyun sat opposite to Chen Yan, looking at him with his chin on his hands: "Huh?"

"Pudding was taken by people... no, by dogs."

Xu Liangyun was silent.

He froze for a long time, and then said "Huh?" in disbelief.

"Did you fall in love with it??" he said, "Who did you fall in love with???"

Chen Yan had already turned on his phone to look for the photo album, and when Xu Liangyun said this, he just brought up the photos of Xiao Ming and Pudding.

He showed it to Xu Liangyun: "That's it."

Xu Liangyun took a look, and saw that the head of this huge Alaskan dog could hold two puddings.

But it's normal.Alaskan, giant dog.

"...This seems to be the one you said today was like me."

"Yeah." Chen Yan said, "It's really similar."

"...Where does it look like, can you stop comparing me with dogs."

The statement laughed twice.

"What do you think?" Chen Yan said, "Pudding seems to like her very much, do you want to talk to his parents?"

"If you like it, just chat." Xu Liangyun said, "I can do it anyway, pudding hasn't been sterilized anyway."

"Okay, then I'll see you the day after tomorrow." Chen said angrily, "The staff said we can meet you the day after tomorrow. This Allah was fostered there."

Xu Liangyun let out a long voice, "Oh—" and said, "I have an appointment with the psychiatrist at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, let's go together tomorrow morning."

Chen Yan nodded, and asked: "By the way, what happened to Wen Renyu? - Didn't you say that you caught Wen Renyu? Then what happened to Wu Xiashu?"

"Wu Xiashu is in his hands." Xu Liangyun said, "Wu Xiashu was locked up in the basement by him for half a year, and he was also treated for cancer."

"...?"

Statement Yan was dumbfounded by the words, blinked, a little confused: "Huh?"

Xu Liangyun held the water bottle with both hands, and began to recall slowly: "Wen Renyu said..."

——Wen Renyu sat in the interrogation room with his hands handcuffed, put his hands on the table, put them together in front of his face, his eyes were like two knives, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his hair was a little messy.

"Motive?" He laughed out loud, "I'm not killing people, why do you ask me my motive?"

"Didn't you kill me?" Zhong Tang sat opposite him and turned his pen, "Otherwise what happened to Fang Yun and Yang Lu?"

"You people are really unromantic. I'm just painting." Wen Renyu said, "I'm just proving to everyone that I can also paint."

Xu Liangyun stood behind a huge glass in the interrogation room, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he did not light it. He promised one person to quit smoking.

"What time is eleven twenty-four in the evening?"

"It's time for me to paint." Wen Renyu said, "That night I decided to make a breakthrough and paint by myself, and that was the time."

Wen Renyu in the interrogation room slowly crossed his hands while talking, and continued: "I am born with color weakness—not color blindness, but my color weakness is very serious, which can be regarded as mild color blindness. I am not good at the saturation of colors. Sensitive, even unable to distinguish colors in the same color gamut... So it is not suitable for painting, and I can't paint, many people say so... They are right, I also think I can't paint like this, I and them It’s different, what I draw is not what I see, nor what I want, of course I can’t draw.”

"Professor Songfu also said the same thing. Whenever Wu Xiashu appeared in front of him with me, he would always say that it was a pity for me. He would always say that it would be great if I was not perverted. He would always say that I am different from him. He said I am sorry to say that I specifically said that I am different from them, let me look away and don’t care about it, and even let me look at the painting for him. Every time I look at it, I have to add that I don’t need to look at the color—”

Wen Renyu burst into laughter as he spoke, and asked tremblingly, "Who does he look down on?"

Zhong Tang: "..."

"So is that bastard Wu Xiashu." Wen Renyu said, "I felt it before that day...he didn't look right at me. He looked down on me, I knew he looked down on me, and everyone in these paintings looked down on me. "

"The day you took him out of the hospital," Zhong Tang asked, "what happened?"

"I advise him to go back to the hospital."

Wen Renyu spread his hands helplessly, and the handcuffs rang for a while.

He said: "Wu Xiashu told me in the car that he was color-blind. I am very happy that there is finally someone in the same situation as me, but I hope he is in a worse situation than me. I hope he is color-blind, so I persuade him to go back to the hospital. "

"He said he won't go back, he still wants to paint, I said you have to live." Wen Renyu repeated slowly, "He said you shut up, I'm different from you, I want to paint."

"Why is it different?"

"He's also color weak, so why is he different from me—so I slammed the door, scolded him and left there."

"I don't think that's okay. If he's just weak, he's just like me. He can't feel my pain."

"Do you understand?" Wen Renyu said, "Do you understand Officer Zhong, I had color weakness when I was a child, and the color in my eyes was very gray. If the color saturation is not high, I can't tell what it is at all. In painting, I am not color-blind after all, I can use the right colors, I still have hope - I have always thought so, so I have been painting and painting, and I have studied art for most of my life, and guess what? "

"—As a result, when I was in high school, my teacher said that art colleges don't accept severe color weakness, and I didn't even have the qualifications to take the exam."

Wen Renyu laughed: "My head teacher told me I can't do it and told me to give up. He said I'm different from others and said I can't—"

"...There are so many of them."

The smile on Wen Renyu's face instantly subsided, turning into a terrifying numbness.

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and whispered horribly like a demon: "I'm going to paint myself today."

"Not only do I want to draw by myself, I also want to let Wu Xiashu know what I said."

"Since we are different, I will make us the same."

Wen Renyu said: "I'll treat him with cancer, I'll make him color-blind, I'll pull out his teeth, I'll let him die first, and then I'll let him die slowly in this world."

"I showed him paintings when I was in graduate school, and now, it's his turn to show me paintings."

When Wen Renyu said these words, her voice was numb.

After speaking, he laughed again.

Zhong Tang sat across from him, his gaze was as immobile as an iceberg.

"You're crazy." Zhong Tang said.

"Artists are crazy." Wen Renyu said, "I'm dedicating myself to art."

Zhong Tang didn't say a word, just stared at him for a moment.

After a while, he said, "No, you're only doing it for yourself."

Wen Renyu was startled.

"If you really want to dedicate yourself to art, you don't need to use Wu Xiashu's name at all. If you really want to paint, you should use your own name, let alone let Wu Xiashu fake death."

"If you are really that noble, why did Yu Xinheng die? You blew up Wu Xiashu's house, and the 72-year-old lady upstairs was involved and died. Everyone in the building was involved. So many people died, and many were seriously injured—is this the art you want?"

"Art was never that kind of thing."

"You are just a lunatic who wants to kill people but doesn't want to bear the blame. You are a murderer who is discrediting art and doesn't want to admit it. You don't love art, you obviously hate it."

"You are no different from others, no different from all murderers, you are all scum with no sense of right and wrong - you are even worse than them."

"Wake up, Wen Renyu." Zhong Tang said, "You killed someone, you are a murderer."

"You're not fit to talk about art."