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"elder sister!"

Without even thinking about it, the headless female ghost turned around and ran towards the remnant soul of the woman in white. She looked up and down at her sister's body, which was tending to materialize, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I've said it all, this is the soul-fixing pill of the eight classics."

Wen Liang turned his sore neck helplessly. He seemed very dissatisfied with the feeling of not being trusted. He stuffed the wooden box back into his bag, and turned his head to glance at Ji Duan pretending to be unintentional.

Whatever was on his mind, it all showed on his face.

Ji Duan didn't intend to talk to Wen Liang, he silently dragged Xie Jin behind him, trying to keep a safe distance between himself and Xie Jin and a Taoist priest as much as possible.

But it's strange to say that since the body of the woman in white has undergone obvious changes, the headless female ghost has never acted aggressively.

She just maintained the posture of the head that didn't belong to her, lying beside the woman in white, her limbs were a little uncoordinated, and even a little inexplicably funny.

Wen Liang looked at them, with a sly gleam in his eyes: "I said, you two sisters, it's been so long to reminisce, are you alright?"

"What the hell is this guy trying to do?" Ji Duan grabbed Xie Jin and watched from afar. He watched Wen Liang keep jumping in front of the headless female ghost, and he couldn't understand what kind of plan was going on in this man's mind.

Xie Jin also followed his gaze and looked at Wen Liang, the man didn't know whether it was because he was really not afraid or because he had confidence, he got closer to the sisters.

"What do you want to do?" The headless female ghost's pale man's face became ferocious again, she was like a snake that couldn't be warmed up, confiding scarlet letters to Wen Liang.

She is not stupid. This man who is a Taoist priest helped them for no reason. He must have some purpose. No one will rescue them for no reason. She understands this truth.

Just when everyone was focusing on the headless female ghost, the woman in white suddenly said, "Yingying."

Her voice fits her very well. It doesn't sound like Li Gui's full of resentment, but rather gentle and pleasant to hear.

The ferocious face of the headless female ghost suddenly calmed down, and she could see that she listened to her sister very much. She was a little puzzled why her sister was so relieved of this Taoist priest, and could only sigh helplessly.

"I'm sorry, my sister is impatient." Probably because she had just recovered her language function, the woman spoke very slowly, but her words were clear.

There was a faint smile on her beautiful face, even though she was a remnant soul, she didn't have any fear of Shang Wenliang's gaze, "Thank you for helping me fulfill my wish and releasing me from the frame."

"It's easy to do." Wen Liang also responded with a smile. No one noticed that his gray-blue eyes darkened, and complex unknown emotions flashed through them.

With the woman in white beside her, the headless female ghost seemed to be more at ease. Ji Duan slowly lowered his vigilance and dragged Xie Jin forward a few steps.

"Have you offended anyone? Why are you sealed in this oil painting?" Ji Duan asked suddenly with his upright personality and preconceived notions.

The remnant soul in front of her who is in an even more unstable situation than herself does not know what happened to her before she was alive, but one can guess from the severed finger that she must have encountered something very bad before she was alive, and it is even more likely that she will be killed after death. The murderer dismembered.

After experiencing these vicious things, the woman in white did not become a ghost, which is the biggest reason why Ji Duan is more curious.

The woman's long hair draped over her shoulders fell slightly, half covering her small face. She seemed to be remembering something painful, her pale and bloodless lips pursed and pursed, and finally spoke.

"I'm a grade 15 student in the Department of Chinese Painting. My name is Qu Ting. The person next to me is my cousin Qu Wan."

Qu Ting raised his hand and gently hooked the neck of his sister beside him. The lines of her hands are beautiful, and her skin is almost as pale as snow, making Qu Ting look like a patient who has not recovered from a long illness.

Slender fingers slid across the man's face, Qu Ting's expression was a little sad, as if the cause of her death was an unspeakable secret, hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and once it was mentioned, she would have to cut it out together with the heart, in order to analyze the bloody the truth.

"Sister...sister..." Qu Ting held the strange face in his hands and turned slightly, his cloudy eyes seemed to have a little more light.

This head is now controlled by Qu Wan, a headless female ghost. It is her desire that touches this long-dead thing. She also wants to get the truth from her sister, the truth that she pursued for so long but failed.

Qu Ting felt his younger sister's thoughts, and the cold arm hooked around Qu Wan's neck couldn't help tightening.

At this moment, her heart that had stopped beating was throbbing. Qu Wan was silent for a moment before making a decision: "Well, only me and the murderer who killed me know about this matter."

Qu Ting's voice was low, she lowered her head, and slowly narrated what happened to her during her lifetime.

"I am a 15th grade student of the Chinese Painting Department of Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts. In my sophomore year, I was asked by a teacher of the Oil Painting Department. I became a model in his class."

"It was not easy for my family to enroll me in the Academy of Fine Arts, and the fee he offered was very generous, so I just hesitated and agreed. I was just 20 years old at that time, and Yingying was only a high school student. born."

Qu Ting took a deep look at the broken wound on her younger sister's neck. In her opinion, the uneven wound was worse than her own experience.

"Everything was normal at first. The oil painting that the teacher drew with me as a model won the second prize in the competition of the Art Association. It was the painting of me wearing a red dress outside the door."

Qu Ting's eyes became more resentful, as if mentioning the painting that had troubled her for many years, it was even worse than that person's behavior back then.

"Gradually, there were fewer and fewer students sketching in the teacher's class. I don't know why, and I was required to wear fewer and fewer clothes. In the end, only the teacher was left in the studio. He wanted me to be his nude model. "

"Nude models are the tacit taboo of our current students. Even if there are people who can dedicate themselves to art, it is inevitable that some people will spread dirty words behind their backs. Therefore, even if we invite nude models, most of them are people from other schools."

It may be that the mood fluctuates greatly, and Qu Ting's already stable body begins to flicker again. The memory sealed deep in her mind stimulates her, and her obsession is screaming in pain.

"But that guy, he coaxed me to say that it's fine, as long as he doesn't paint his face, no one will know that the model is me. He charged a price that was three times higher than before. Driven by the psychology of profit and luck, I was finally paid by him. Talk about moving."

"There were only him and me in that oil painting room. He didn't say a word when he was creating, but I felt a creepy feeling when I turned my back to him. His eyes were like sharp knives, scraping my back inch by inch."

"It was about the time when he was just getting into shape. He suddenly got up and hugged me from behind. He bit my ear and said let's be together."

Qu Ting's body shuddered, and the memories directly hit the fear in her heart. The chill was like a leech that couldn't be shaken off, clinging to every inch of skin on her body.

"I pushed him with my elbow, trying to resist, the beast was so strong, one arm was between my neck, and I couldn't move."

"I was pressed on the still life table by him, and that disgusting big hand was swimming in my private parts, and I could still feel his drooling mouth trying to get closer."

Qu Ting raised her head, her left eye began to slowly become red with blood, and the headless female ghost beside her was also very emotionally unstable. After hearing what happened to her sister, the head on her neck began to twist and swell, as if falling down. It will explode in a second.

"I lifted my leg and kicked between his legs, taking advantage of his pain to break free, but the studio was locked and he had the key, so I still couldn't get out."

"So I chose to defend to the death. I grabbed a pointed spatula, and when the beast pounced on me, I stabbed the spatula fiercely into his eyes...but after all, I underestimated the man's strength, and I only hurt him. He had one eye, and he took my life."

Qu Ting's other eye was also stained red, telling about what happened to him before his death, which made this remnant soul's obsession tend to turn into a ghost.

"He grabbed my neck and lifted me into the air. The air became scorched, and the oxygen in my brain was rapidly losing. Before I completely lost consciousness, what I saw was his almost crazy face."

"He said I'm a stinky whore. I took off my clothes and set up a memorial archway. Did he think he didn't give enough money? He also said that after I die, he will belong to me alone. Even if he does it arbitrarily, he won't be caught. found."

Qu Ting's voice was a little out of tune, and as her body began to change, the temperature in the room was even lower than before, her face full of resentment and viciousness looked at Wen Liang: "Tell me, am I really wrong? "

The girl who worked hard to support her family during her lifetime was played and applauded by Teacher Qin Beast, and finally died of insult and bullying.

"You are right, it was that beast that was wrong." Wen Liang's voice was flat, and he looked at Qu Ting BaN peacefully, with a little more pity in his eyes.

Qu Ting paused, and then said, "I didn't realize that I was dead until my soul stopped and looked at my limp body."

"Looking at the misdeeds he did to my corpse, I wanted to jump over and grab him to make him feel my pain, but my body was completely empty. I couldn't touch him, and I couldn't avenge myself."

"I watched him put my body in a black garbage bag and transport it out to be dismembered. He got a plaster pouring tool, put my stump in it with a special anti-odor method, and filled it with plaster liquid. "

"He hid your body in a plaster?" Ji Duan couldn't help but blurted out as he saw Xie Jin's paler face.

Dismemberment, hiding the corpse, obviously that bullshit teacher is very familiar with a series of operations, Ji Duan had a faint thought in his mind.

Perhaps the victimized female student was not just Qu Ting. Before her, there may have been more people who were caught by the devil's claws, but they were disguised so well by the beast that they were not exposed.

"Do you remember where he hid those plasters?" Wen Liang also frowned at this time, he seemed to have not seen a person who was more vicious than Li Gui for a long time.

Qu Ting nodded, with resentment lingering in her eyes, she only heard her say viciously: "It's in classroom 109 on the first floor, he is still teaching there, and now he should be leading the students of class 19, grade 3."

Class 19, Grade 3?

Ji Duan and Xie Jin behind Wen Liang looked at each other, and the expressions of the three were a little strange.

Class 19, Grade 3, is Su Xiaoxiao's class. Could it be that the one who killed Qu Ting and brutally dismembered her body was the Professor Liu that the students in his class were talking about?

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I won’t describe the details of S’s methods. After all, this book’s positioning is not criminal investigation. Please forgive me.