The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing tricks for three days · "He is good, I want him to live."

Jiang Yiming actually didn't expect things to develop like this.

He wondered if someone had left the soaring snake pattern as a hint, hoping that someone would reveal the secret. He guessed this, but he didn't expect that behind this incident, there was a trapped dead soul.

He recalled his previous observations at the factory, and he didn't find anything wrong at that time, and he didn't feel that there was a dead soul trapped there.

He believed in his own judgment, it was absolutely impossible for a dead soul to be trapped in the factory without him noticing it.

Jiang Yiming looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Are you sure your sister is trapped in the factory?"

When Jiang Lin heard Young Master Jiang's question, his eyes lit up, knowing that the other party had agreed.

It's just that when he heard the other party's question, he was a little hesitant, and replied hesitantly: "But apart from the factory... I can't think of where else she will be..."

"Tell me again what you saw and about your sister's situation," Jiang Yiming said.

Jiang Lin nodded, and then picked the key points from the beginning to the end and said it again.

Jiang Yiming pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "One of the places where your sister may appear is the scene where she was killed—whether your sister was moved to the factory after her death, or was killed there, it will have to wait for the forensic doctor to find out. You have to report it and contact the police to find out."

Jiang Lin nodded.

"The second one is about the meat grinder." Jiang Yiming said.

Jiang Lin looked at him puzzled, and asked in confusion, "Meat grinder?"

Jiang Yiming nodded slightly, and explained: "I think even after death, seeing his body being twisted into minced meat, he should feel unwilling and full of resentment. If Jiang Lin's soul did not stay at the scene of death, maybe It just stayed near the meat grinder."

After hearing this, Jiang Lin came to his senses, but Huang Feng didn't know where the meat grinder was cleaned up for a long time. Where can he find it?

"Then let Huang Feng tell us in person." Jiang Yiming smiled.

He whispered a few words in Jiang Lin's ear, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes curved into two shallow crescents, and he knew that there was a lot of bad water, but it was hard to hate.

Jiang Lin listened, his eyes sparkled, he nodded vigorously, and replied, "Okay, I'll make arrangements now!"

"There is one more thing, I want to ask about the paintings drawn by your nephew." Jiang Yiming said.

Jiang Lin's heart suddenly sank when he heard the words. His nephew's paintings have never failed to work.

A few days ago, Huang Xiaobo had a nightmare and ran to him. No matter it was still in the middle of the night, he turned on the desk lamp and drew a picture in front of him.

But what is different from usual is that this time after Huang Xiaobo finished painting, he threw it away and drew a new one, which is the throat piercing painting that Jiang Yiming had in his hand later.

When he heard Jiang Yiming ask, he said the whole thing.

"What's the matter, mine is still the modified version?" Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows.

"The pictures he drew before were all drawn in one go, but this time, he actually drew two pictures, and I'm a little confused..." Jiang Lin said with a frown.

As he was talking, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Wait, I remember I put away all the pictures he drew, and that one may not be lost, I'll go find it for you."

Jiang Lin said, and immediately ran into his study.

Jiang Yiming followed him unhurriedly, as if the one whose life was at stake was not his.

Jiang Lin's study room was very large, not as big as a study room, but as if the two master bedrooms had been connected.

It is said to be a study room, but it is more like a props house. Although there is a bookshelf in it, except for a few psychological books, it is full of small props made by Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin was looking for the pictures he had accepted earlier, but he just put them in a cardboard box and didn't collect them carefully. Now it's not easy to find them one by one.

"Can I take a look?" Jiang Yiming stood in front of his bookshelf, pointed at the row of delicate props, and turned to ask Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin looked up, smiled and said no problem.

Jiang Yiming casually picked them up one by one and put them back again. These things were made with finer workmanship, and they were a little different from the props he met in Baishui House before.

He said casually: "These props are exquisite. You also made the few female corpses you saw in the White Water House before?"

"..." The smile on Jiang Lin's face froze slightly, looking a little weird, he shook his head and said, "No, I didn't make those two props, they were Xiaobo."

"?" This was really completely out of Jiang Yiming's surprise.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Jiang Lin, and saw Jiang Lin also looked helpless, and said, "He seems to have some talent in this area."

Jiang Lin said tactfully, even though this talent really made his hair stand on end when it was revealed for the first time.

He still remembered that he was looking for Huang Xiaobo at that time, but he couldn't find anyone after searching for a long time.

When he finally found the other party in his workshop, he was squatting on the ground with various props scattered all over the floor.

As soon as Jiang Lin walked over, he saw a foot. The realism that could be discerned with the naked eye made his heart tremble suddenly, and he suddenly thought of the scene when he saw Jiang Ling being cut into pieces in the factory.

Huang Xiaobo heard the movement and turned his head to look over.

Jiang Lin clearly felt his heart beating faster.

Then Huang Xiaobo grinned at him, and he couldn't help thinking, Huang Xiaobo's father is a lunatic, so what about Huang Xiaobo?Could it also be a lunatic who kills without blinking an eye?

Huang Xiaobo walked towards him, and he took advantage of the opportunity to see clearly what was on the ground—a woman lying on the ground, her skin was bruised, her body spots appeared, her fingers were stained with blood, her body lay flat naturally, slightly rigid.

Jiang Lin almost screamed—fortunately, Huang Xiaobo was one step ahead of him, stopped him, pointed to him, and asked him excitedly if he was doing well, like a child waiting for praise.

Jiang Lin shook his head and smiled wryly: "I was really scared that time. I was really afraid that when he walked towards me, there was a knife hidden behind his back. My mind was full of his father, and there was another knife on the ground. A bloody, lifelike corpse..."

Jiang Yiming was speechless. No one could have imagined that those two corpses, which were enough to deceive Qin Haiqing, an old-fashioned actor, were made by a young man with some mental disabilities.

"Ah, I found it!" Jiang Lin said suddenly, and excitedly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

He handed it to Jiang Yiming: "This is this one. I really don't understand what this painting means at all."

Jiang Yiming looked down, and at first glance, the paper looked like balls of thread stuck together, with thick black pencil shavings all over Jiang Yiming's hands.

He frowned, and gently wiped away some of the brush dust on the painting with his fingers, then suddenly paused, and turned to Jiang Lin: "Do you have an eraser?"

"Ah? Yes, here." Although Jiang Lin didn't understand what Jiang Yiming was going to do, he still found an eraser and threw it over.

I saw Jiang Yiming carefully and slowly erasing the first layer of pencil lines on the painting. After the smudged ink marks were wiped off, there was still a layer of painting underneath.

Jiang Lin leaned over to look, slightly startled, and said, "I didn't even realize there was another layer underneath."

Jiang Yiming carefully wiped away the excess pencil marks, revealing a complete and completely different piece of paper underneath.

He glanced at it, and there were waves drawn on the paper, and there were little black dots on the wavy lines, which made people a little confused for a while, not knowing what they were referring to.

Jiang Yiming put the paper away, looked at Jiang Lin and said, "I've kept this one, is it okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you can keep it if you want." Jiang Lin quickly waved his hand, and when he tilted his head, he saw Huang Xiaobo standing at the door of the study, looking inside.

Jiang Lin's eyelids twitched, as if he had done something bad behind his back. He greeted, "What are you doing? Just come in, what are you doing at the door?"

Huang Xiaobo smiled foolishly at Jiang Lin, scratched his head and said, "Uncle, new, new props."

As he spoke, he pointed to his room.

Jiang Lin understood, turned to Jiang Yiming and said, "Probably made a new one, let me have a look."

"Then let's go and have a look." Jiang Yiming said, as if he was in his own home, he walked over directly.

Jiang Lin hurriedly followed, and the two followed Huang Xiaobo into his room.

"Hey, how many times have I told you that during the day we have to open the curtains to let in the air and see the light..." As soon as Jiang Lin entered the room, he couldn't help mumbling, walked to the window, and pulled it open. curtain.

There was still a wall behind the curtains, Jiang Lin subconsciously took half a step back, his eyes suddenly widened, and he was speechless for a while.

Jiang Yiming glanced at the wall, then around, and walked to a half-sized closet, opened the wooden doors on both sides, and exposed the windows.

The layout of Huang Xiaobo's room was similar to that of the study, and the windows were opposite to each other, but Huang Xiaobo pressed the curtains on the wall, which made Jiang Lin subconsciously go straight to the wall, subconsciously thinking that there was a window.

Huang Xiaobo looked at Jiang Yiming and smiled silly. He pointed to the window in the closet and then to himself: "I, I did it!"

Obviously, it looks like waiting for a compliment.

Jiang Yiming also nodded in agreement: "Very good."

He turned to Jiang Lin, who still looked dumbfounded, staring blankly at the painting on the wall.

That painting was really violent. The woman fell to the ground, blood was smeared on the ground, and the man was waving a glass with blood on the rim, with a hideous face.

Jiang Yiming noticed that the woman's appearance was very delicate and delicate, she looked somewhat similar to Jiang Lin.

He paused, and asked Jiang Lin, "Is this the painting of her?"

Jiang Lin nodded stiffly, then turned to Huang Xiaobo after a while: "Did you see it all?"

Huang Xiaobo looked at Jiang Lin suspiciously, nodded, and then clasped his arms tightly in fear: "Dream."

Jiang Lin pulled back the curtains silently. He pursed his lips and walked in front of Huang Xiaobo, saying, "It's not a dream, it's all real."

"I know." Huang Xiaobo nodded. Although he looked scared, he wasn't that sad.

He dragged Jiang Lin to his desk, and showed Jiang Lin what he had drawn.

He drew a lot, here and there, Jiang Lin looked at them one by one, and slowly opened his mouth wide.

Many of the paintings on it are Huang Feng, but they all look like simple stick figures. If the scenes of stairs and elevators were not too familiar to Jiang Lin, he might not be able to recognize the person on it as Huang Feng. .

Huang Xiaobo drew all Huang Feng's encounters!

Jiang Lin looked at him suddenly: "You know everything?!"

Huang Xiaobo blinked: "He is bad, I will punish him."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to Jiang Yiming: "Hello, I want him to live."

As he spoke, he rummaged through the table again and found another painting, which showed a small man lying on the wall and pulling out a knife.

"He's really alive." Huang Xiaobo smiled innocently and narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't know that he could really do this, so it was a fool.

Jiang Yiming paused, even he thought it was a bit mysterious.