The houses are still very old-fashioned. On the exterior walls, some of the white exterior walls have peeled off and exposed the wall tiles inside, and even tiny cracks have appeared in some places.

At first glance, it looked like a dangerous house and was no longer inhabited. If it weren't for the smooth stones on the small steps at the door that showed that someone was often moving here, the two of them would have thought that this place had been abandoned.

The two of them had received Hu Guang's permission in advance, and took the key he delivered and opened the door and went in.

Entering the house, it was surprising again, it was completely different.

The layout inside the house is not as dilapidated as outside the house. On the contrary, the decoration in the room is very good.

All the white tiles covered the entire house without any omissions. There was a fresh and plain sofa in the main hall, and a 70-inch Xiaomi TV was set in the middle. There were small photo frames for decoration on the wall, framed landscape paintings and figures.

Looking at the pictures in this photo frame, it seems that they are all hand-painted.

In addition, there are all kinds of furniture and appliances that are essential for life.

"Tsk tsk, Hu Guang is quite good at living."

Ah Xiang looked around the interior decoration and layout: "This decoration style is very suitable for the preferences of young people."

"Please pay attention to your purpose."

Zhong Tianzheng reminded him, glanced at the Mi family monitor placed in the TV cabinet facing the entire main hall, and began to wander around the house casually.

In addition to the main hall on the first floor, there is a kitchen and bathroom next to it, which is very simple.

The stairs were also tiled. I went up the stairs and entered the second floor. On the left side of the second floor was the bedroom, with the door open.

Zhong Tian was walking in. There were very normal traces of life inside. They came here not to search or something, so they naturally would not go around.

On the right is a study room.

There are many books placed in the bookcase, but when you look at the directory, most of them are related to painting. There is an all-in-one Apple machine on the desk, which is turned off.

Next to the desk is a drawing board, and only half of the patterns on the large sketch paper are drawn.

Judging from the appearance, this is a bamboo rat, with only the upper body drawn. The surface of the bamboo rat's skin is finely depicted with many scars, which is vivid.

The bamboo rat's expression was very ferocious, and the two teeth on its mouth were drawn into hook-shaped fangs, stained with blood. Behind the bamboo rat was an enlarged version of the huge bamboo rat rushing forward, with red eyes like a hungry wolf, with a big mouth open, full of ferociousness.

The whole painting is mainly based on a red tone, with a large length and vivid look. At first glance, a sense of horror is spread out.

Ah Xiang, who came up behind, was already watching the painting, and reached out to touch the paper in amazement: "I didn't expect Hu Guang to have such a good artistic foundation? With this picture, the writings of ordinary people can't create such artistic conception at all."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at Ah Xiang differently. Even when he saw this painting at first, he felt a little cunning. Ah Xiang, a little girl, looked at her with relish.

"Tsk, what's there to be afraid of? Do you know the art?"

Ah Xiang didn't care. She looked at the painting and looked at the fuel that had not completely dried up on one side: "Looking at this picture, it seems that he hasn't finished painting yet. What kind of picture does he want to create? Judging from the current progress of completion, I can't see what he wants to express."

"The bamboo rat covered in bruises halfway through the painting, a huge bamboo rat rushing forward quickly." Zhong Tianzheng stroked his chin and frowned at the work: "This work should be made by him to express his thoughts in his heart, but he really couldn't understand what the painting wanted to express."

"No, I have to ask my best friend."

As Ah Xiang said, she took out her cell phone to take a photo, and Zhong Tianzheng continued to look at other places in the house.

"oh?"

Zhong Tianzheng's eyes fell on a half-open small box in the bookcase. He opened the cabinet door and placed the box on the table. When he opened it, there was a set of knives of various types. No, it should be a knives for carving.

On the edge of the tool, there is also a small seal that has been made, and the other is in a semi-finished state.

"This Hu Guang is a little interesting."

Zhong Tianzheng dipped the seal on the ink paste and printed it on a piece of white paper. The four words "Dark Light of Dragons and Flying Phoenixes" appeared, and the text effect was a bit better than that of Zhong Tianzheng.

Ah Xiang leaned over and blinked her big eyes: "You said, if Hu Guang had not had this tragic experience and grew up in a normal family, would he have a place in the art conference?"

The words are filled with sympathy and regret.

"Light of Darkness?"

Zhong Tianzheng's focus was obviously different from Aka Xiang. Looking at these words, he looked at the semi-finished painting and fell into deep thought.

The Dark Light should be something like a pseudonym. How did he give himself such a name? Isn’t it too artistic?

"Um?"

As he thought, his eyes fell on the ashtray on one side.

To be precise, it should be on the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"A Zheng, you said..."

Ah Xiang turned her head and was about to open her mouth to speak, but Zhong Tianzheng stopped her.

He took out his disposable rubber gloves he carried with him and focused his eyes on the cigarette butt in the ashtray, pinching it: "Ah Xiang, look at this cigarette butt, is there anything unusual?"

"Exception? No."

Ah Xiang looked carefully and confirmed: "I didn't notice anything abnormal, it's just normal. What's wrong with cigarette butts?"

"Maybe you don't know if you don't smoke."

Zhong Tianzheng looked out the window: "Everyone has different habits to smoke. Some people like to pour water in the ashtray so that the cigarette butts can be wiped out without extinguishing them, and the ash won't run around, but this method has to be treated every day, otherwise it will have a heavy smell."

"Some people like to snuff the cigarette butts directly, so that the smell will be smaller and there is no need to clean it every day, but the ash will run everywhere." Zhong Tianzheng rotated the cigarette butt and reached out to pinch the cigarette butt: "But Hu Guang does not belong to the above two types. This is how he wiped out the cigarette."

"Terpple it out with your hands?"

Ah Xiang opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhong Tianzheng's cigarette pinching action: "The cigarette butt is so hot, he actually pinched it out with his hands?"

"Yes, look at the shape of each cigarette butt. The cigarette butt is in a flat state, rather than bending or breaking when the cigarette is normal. From this, it is concluded that he may have a serious distortion mentality. This habit is too abnormal." Zhong Tian was flipping the cigarette butt, and suddenly paused, squinting his eyes at the cigarette butt.

On the unsmoked cigarette, there was a red mark, which was pressed on the fingers, without any traces of pigment left, and it looked more like...

Bloodstains?
Chapter completed!