Chapter 396 Sister

It's the missing weird story!

The prototypes of the other weird stories have been found, why is there only one missing? Jiang Cheng suspects that this missing weird story is the real reason for Lin Chen's death.

And it is very likely related to the mysterious man in black.

Combined with Weng Qing's description, Jiang Cheng profiled Lin Chen.

This should be a woman with a common background, an unhappy family, and a lack of security, which leads to a very dependent personality.

Introverted, simple, kind, and inexperienced, but at the same time, it is easy to believe in others, easy to be deceived, too concerned about other people's feelings, and thus ignore their own pain.

Due to the influence of the growing environment, there is weakness in the character, even cowardice, and it is easy to be guided and dominated by others.

Li Maoshen used these to firmly grasp Lin Chen's weakness and implement his plan step by step.

Of course, in the end, he didn't have a good ending and became part of the weird story he filmed.

Tomorrow, no matter what, we must find out what the last weird story is!

The dim room suddenly lit up, and then there was a rumbling thunder.

It's raining.

Looking at the night outside the window, Jiang Cheng felt uneasy. He rarely had such a feeling. It seemed that something bad was about to happen.

Building 2.

Room 404.

The first thing that Jiao Tailang did after returning to the room was to check the whole room. The mission was about to end, and he didn't want anything to go wrong at the end.

Liu Guo was dead, and Wei Jinting was probably unlikely to survive. He also called the two rooms and got the same result as Jiang Cheng.

As long as he was more careful tonight, nothing serious should happen.

Jiao Tailang had his own understanding of Wu. He was 50% sure that Wu was the ghost who sneaked into the mission.

But as for how it circumvented the rules and sneaked in as a player at the beginning of the mission, he really didn't know.

He had never encountered or even heard of a similar situation.

But if he could survive this time, he thought, he would know.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiao Tailang closed the doors and windows in the room, and then turned on all the lights, only turning off the bathroom light.

Then a person quietly thinks about the information collected, but as he thinks about it, a shadow of a woman appears in his mind.

Her enchanting figure and scarlet lips.

My sister is so pitiful. She was hurt by the scumbag Li Maoshen and became what she is now.

Seeing the photos hanging in her room, it is hard to imagine how many dark times she has experienced and how she has been blinded by revenge.

In the bedroom, he promised my sister that he would help her catch Li Maoshen and let him get the punishment he deserved. This was not just a casual remark.

He was really prepared to do that.

My sister is a good woman. She shouldn't have gone through this. The person who hurt her must be punished.

Jiao Tailang's eyes gradually became sharp.

Outside room 808, it was raining heavily.

The structure is slightly different from other rooms, and the layout here is more cozy.

There is also a balcony. Although it is small, when the weather is good, you can hang some clothes and quilts.

The bedroom is connected to the balcony. At this moment, the bedroom is pitch black, but there is a little light in the living room.

It is a very small night light, attached to the corner of the wall, and the light it emits is also yellow, giving people a half-dead feeling.

There is a very large easel near the wall in the living room, and a figure is sitting in front of the easel.

If someone stands here, they will find that the figure is very strange.

With his arms hanging down and his legs together, the whole person looks very well-behaved, as if he wants to shrink himself into a small ball.

The paintbrush is placed aside.

The whole body presents a very uncomfortable feeling.

At the same time, the figure keeps trembling, and the wooden chair he is sitting on also makes a slight "creaking" sound.

"Please, please let me go" The surface of the figure fluctuates like water, and it can be heard that it is a very young woman.

"I can no longer draw what you want." The woman whose face can't be seen clearly sobbed, very pitiful, "Stop it, don't go on like this"

The position where the figure is looking is the sofa.

As soon as the voice fell, a flash of lightning flashed, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the empty sofa.

No.

The figure had always been there.

It just didn't move, didn't speak, and the surroundings were as quiet as death, and the figure completely merged into the darkness.

The moment the figure appeared, a sense of heaviness unique to the years spread, extremely vicissitudes, and oppressive.

The woman began to breathe heavily, as if someone was holding her underwater with a hand, as if everything was leaving her.

She seemed to sink into the depths of the ocean, and seemed to walk into a tunnel with no end.

Despair, only despair, nothing else.

The figure immersed in the darkness seemed to be born in darkness, born in darkness, and returned to darkness. The only thing raised was the pair of deep red eyes without any ripples.

Before the next flash of lightning illuminated the night sky, the black figure appeared behind the woman.

With the light of lightning, a man sitting in front of a laptop was painted on the large canvas in front of her.

The background is a rather messy bedroom.

The man looked panicked, raised his chin high, grabbed his upper jaw with one hand, and clasped his lower jaw with the other hand.

Veins popped out at the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were already showing signs of being torn open.

The brush strokes are sharp and the bright red paint flows on the canvas, which is shocking and even gives people the illusion that it is not paint but blood.

The hem of the pure black windbreaker hung down, and the man bent slightly. Under the high collar, there was a handsome face, with eyebrows and eyes outlined like a paintbrush.

Two hands were gently placed on the woman's shoulders, with the plain white knuckles clearly visible, and slender fingers resting on them.

It was so simple, but the intimate gesture actually made the woman tremble even more and her breathing became rapid.

The man in black leaned down and rested his chin on the woman's head, "I won't let anyone hurt you." Caressing her intimately, he said softly: "After all, you gave me life, sister."

Raising his head, the man in black looked at the increasingly gloomy canvas. The lifeless Liu Guo on the canvas slowly started to move. "So please continue your creation now," he lowered his head and said with a smile, "We need More weird stories.”

Turning away casually, the man in black looked in the direction of the bedroom and said calmly: "There are guests coming, I'll go and entertain them."

As soon as the words fell——

"Crunch——"

The balcony door was pushed open, and wind and rain filled the room.

A figure appeared silently behind the door, and lightning pierced the night sky behind him.