Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 711: Man and pig

Before the live broadcast started, the mobile phone of the show received a call. The scene I see now is almost the same as what the woman described on the phone. "If this work was created by Mr. Zhu, then he must have something to do with tonight's live broadcast." I looked at the wall as if nothing had happened, and the paint like blood flowed through the scratches and soaked into the wall. Carved in the red paint is a woman, very beautiful, with a little desolation, you can see

After a long time, there will be an illusion that the sculpture has come alive.

I kept this woman's appearance firmly in my mind, and I didn't come back to my senses until the arm was pulled.

Looking down, Bai Ya'er turned her back to me. She grabbed my sleeve with one hand, and with five fingers, there were blue veins bulging on the back of her hand.

"Every time I come to the teacher's room, I feel inexplicably excited. Look at these, how beautiful they are!"

Bai Ya'er deliberately lowered her voice, but she could still hear the excitement in her heart.

I take her hand away, push her aside, and scan the room. "No, there are some things missing in the house." When I asked the painter for the first time, I saw black woven bags piled up in his house through the crack of the door. Although I didn't know what was inside, but Judging from the smell it emits and the yellowish-brown liquid it soaks out, it is definitely not

Not a normal thing. The most important thing is that when I actually enter the house now, all the black opaque bags that were piled up at the door have disappeared.

"The painter hid them, and there is no silver three hundred taels here. It seems that there are indeed some shady things inside." I thought to myself: "What could it be? A painter's household garbage? No, It shouldn't be that simple."

There is still some liquid seeping from the black bag on the concrete floor, and I stepped on it without the two people in the room noticing: "It's so viscous, it doesn't look like dirty water for washing paint."

When I seized the time to look around, Bai Ya'er and the painter were also communicating silently. I saw the painter's finger gestures and made a few small movements, but I still can't understand the meaning of them. This should be between them between codes.

"Are you going to attack me?" One of the important reasons why I have survived so many live broadcasts is that I never underestimate my enemies and maintain a high level of vigilance at all times. The rental house was quiet, and the atmosphere was somewhat dignified. In the end, it was Bai Ya'er who broke the calm. She looked back at me, with a weird expression on her face, a smile that I couldn't understand, and said in a very excited tone: "Is the door closed? Let me introduce you, this

It is Teacher Zhu. " I nodded, and for the first time I looked at the middle-aged man standing next to the drawing board. He is not tall, only about 1.7 meters tall, with an ordinary appearance, and his facial features are not distinctive, but I don't know why. Ordinary facial features put together on the same face give people a very special feeling

A bad feeling.

It's also the first time I've seen such a person. Just looking at him makes me feel uncomfortable. This person seems to be born to be annoying, with a deep malice.

He was wearing a shabby sweater covered in paint, ripped bottoms, slovenly, and a faint smell from his body.

I have observed for a long time, and the only bright spot on this person may be his hands, with slender and flexible fingers, just like a pianist.

"You are Zhu Li?"

"You want to see me?"

I spoke at the same time as him, and we both froze for a moment after we finished speaking.

"It's up to the host, you can talk first." I smiled and raised my hand to him indifferently.

There was very little expression on Zhu Li's face. He lowered his forehead, as if he was deliberately hiding his scarlet eyes: "I have nothing to say, if you are just curious and want to see me, then you can go now .”

He was very unfriendly and his tone was cold. I guess if he hadn't been sure that he couldn't beat me, he would have pushed me out of the door by now. "Since you've finished asking, it's my turn." I didn't care about Zhu Li's cold attitude at all. In fact, after reading his works, I no longer regarded him as a living person in my heart. An out-and-out devil, and to deal with the devil, there is no need to have a

Apologies and sympathies.

"How long have you lived in the Red Mansion? What are the taboos here?"

"How long I've lived here has nothing to do with you? As for the taboos in Longchang Community, you, an outsider, don't need to know, and you're not qualified to know." Zhu Li's voice was firm, and he refused without thinking. , After finishing speaking, he did not forget to give Bai Ya'er a meaningful look.

"Of course it's related, maybe we will become new neighbors." I had a smile on the corner of my mouth, these words were not just words. The price, so what if you live in the Red Mansion?

"You want to live here?" After hearing my words, Zhu Li and Bai Ya'er had different reactions. Bai Ya'er quietly gestured to Zhu Libi, as if saying that she didn't know.

The room was quiet for two or three seconds, and Zhu Li, who had been standing still, slowly raised his head: "If you are really willing to become a new tenant here, then there is something I can tell you."

He stared at me with those blood-red eyes, his sharp gaze was like a scalpel, as if he wanted to cut people into pieces and see the color of his heart clearly.

"I have lived here for half a year, and this place is very suitable for my creation." He stroked the drawing board with his fingers and walked around the house. After hearing Zhu Li's first sentence, I knew he was lying. There was a piece of work recorded in Bai Ya'er's mobile phone. The creation date of that piece of work was a year ago, and the background of that piece of work was in the ancient building . But I didn't point it out. I'm not afraid of him lying, but I'm afraid that he won't say anything.

Don't say it.

Why would he lie about the time? And what is his purpose of living here? For the sake of artistic creation, this reason is very suitable for him, but when I think about it carefully, I feel that something is wrong.

There are countless thoughts in my mind, but I didn't ask them out. Many things are useless to rely on what others say. The truth and falsehood are mixed, and they can only be used as a reference: "You said this place is suitable for you to create? I don't know if you mean this building. The red ghost building still refers to the old house on the opposite side."

After hearing my words, Zhu Li stopped. He glanced out of the window and opened his mouth: "There are all of them. My works are not recognized by those stupid people. They attack me and slander me. Only here Only then can I maintain my heart and quietly create the art I pursue.”

"Art? Can the things you shoot be called art?" In less than half an hour, the live broadcast will start. I don't have time to waste time with Zhu Li, so I decided to directly reveal everything.

Probably irritated by the contempt in the words, he clenched his hand holding the drawing board: "Have you seen my work?"

Then he glared at Bai Ya'er with bloodshot eyes, and a cold voice squeezed out between his teeth: "You secretly took a photo of me? Give me your phone!"

Bai Ya'er panicked for a moment, and I didn't expect this scene. It turned out that the photos in Bai Ya'er's phone were secretly saved, and Zhu Li didn't know about it in advance.

"Teacher, I just like it so much! I really like it so much!" Bai Ya'er stretched out her hand to protect her pocket: "Every time I am alone at night, I know that you are looking at me, and I am touched by you from the wall. Watching from the other side, I secretly flipped through your works, that feeling..."

As she spoke, she clamped her legs tightly: "Teacher, only your works are real art. You are different from those hypocritical masters. You are the ones who cut open the flesh and blood and dissected the human body." An artist of the soul!"

Bai Yaer's fanaticism makes me frown, but Zhu Li is very useful. I can't say that he likes Bai Yaer, but I can only say that he doesn't hate this skinny and beautiful woman.

"Both of them are lunatics." I whispered to myself, but my eyes never left Zhu Li. Compared with Bai Ya'er, he is the key person.

Zhu Li did not take away Bai Ya'er's cell phone in the end, but his complexion was very bad, and there was an indescribable feeling in his eyes, as if he was not looking at a person, but staring at me. Like a piece of raw material waiting to be processed.

"Want to attack me?" I was vigilant in my heart, and approached Bai Ya'er unconsciously. If there was a conflict, I would immediately control this woman and take her cell phone away.

It rained harder and harder at night outside the window, and no one acted rashly. After learning that his work was seen by outsiders, Zhu Li's face was gloomy, and it took a long time before he recovered.

He looked at me, as if he had made a decision: "It's not difficult to move into a pigpen apartment, but it's not easy to live in a long-term apartment."

"What are the conditions for long-term residence?" I felt that there was something in Zhu Li's words.

"No conditions are required, but tenants in this building will disappear for no apparent reason every once in a while, so I said that long-term living is difficult." He showed an extremely ugly smile: "No one knows those Where did the missing people go, maybe they just moved away."

Zhu Li’s smile is a bit cruel, and I think of those photos he took: “Are you sure they are missing, not dedicated to ‘art’?”

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Li's smile froze on his face: "If you insult my art again, then I can only drive you out."

I don't know which nerve my words offended him, I waved my hand: "You won't insult your art, and you're not interested in them, I just want to know everything about this red building, let you Tell me everything you know, including information about other tenants upstairs and downstairs."

As time went by, I started to get tough. No matter what, I had to leave these two people before twelve o'clock and go to the live broadcast alone. "Red Mansion? Someone called the pigpen apartment that way before." Zhu Li winked at Bai Ya'er, and after drawing the curtains, he stood in front of the huge picture of the human body and said, "The Red Mansion in your mouth represents the unknown. , the tenants living here can be roughly divided into two categories, one is human and the other is pig.”