Chapter 157

Residential houses are still of the old-fashioned construction layout. On the external walls, some white external walls have peeled off to expose the wall tiles inside, and even small cracks have appeared in some places.

At first glance, it looks like a dangerous house. It has long been uninhabited. If it were not for the smooth stones on the small steps at the door that indicate that someone often moves here, they must think it has been abandoned.

They got Hu Guang's permission in advance, took the key he delivered and opened the door.

Entering the house is another surprise. It's completely different.

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

All white tiles cover the whole house without any omission. In the hall room, there are small fresh style plain sofas. In the middle is a 70 inch millet TV. On the wall, there are various decorative small photo frames, framed with landscape paintings and figure drawings.

Look at the pictures in this picture frame. It seems that they are all hand drawn.

In addition, other necessary furniture and household appliances are available.

"Tut Tut, this Hu Guang is also quite able to live."

Ah Xiang looked around the interior decoration and pattern: "this decoration style is very suitable for young people."

"Please pay attention to your purpose."

Zhong Tianzheng reminded, glanced at the meter monitor placed in the TV cabinet facing the whole hall, and began to wander around the house at will.

On the first floor, except for the main room, there is a kitchen and bathroom next to it. It's very simple.

The stairs also threw ceramic tiles. Go up the stairs and enter the second floor. The bedroom is on the oblique left of the second floor. The door is open.

Zhong Tianzheng strolled in. There were traces of normal life inside. They didn't come here to search. Naturally, they wouldn't turn around.

On the right is a study.

There are many books in the bookcase, but looking at the list, most of them are books related to painting. There is an apple all-in-one machine on the desk, which is turned off.

Next to the desk is a drawing board. The pattern on Nuo Da's sketch paper is only half painted.

From the appearance, this is a bamboo mouse, only the upper body is painted. The surface of the bamboo mouse's skin is carefully depicted with many scars, lifelike.

The expression of the bamboo mouse is very ferocious. The two teeth on the mouth are painted as hook shaped tusks, stained with blood. Behind the bamboo mouse is an expanded version of a huge bamboo mouse rushing forward. Its eyes are red like a hungry wolf, with a big mouth open and full of ferocity.

The whole painting is mainly based on the red tone. It is very large and vivid. At first glance, the sense of terror comes from the pavement.

Ah Xiang, who came up from behind, was already watching the picture and reached out in amazement and stroked the paper: "I didn't expect that Hu Guang had such good art skills? This picture, written by ordinary people, can't create this artistic conception at all. "

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at Ah Xiang differently. Even he said, "this Hu Guang is a little interesting."

Zhong Tianzheng stained the seal with ink and printed it on a piece of white paper. The four words of dragon flying and Phoenix dancing dark light appeared, and the text effect was a bit better than Zhong Tianzheng's words.

Ah Xiang put his head together and blinked: "you said, if Hu Guang didn't have 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.

"Dark light?"

Zhong Tianzheng's focus is obviously different from Ah Xiang. Looking at these words, and then looking at the semi completed painting, he fell into meditation.

The dark light should be similar to a pseudonym. How can he give himself such a name? Is it too artistic?

"Huh?"

At the moment of thinking, his eyes fell on the ashtray on one side.

To be exact, it should be on the butt in the ashtray.

"Ah Zheng, you said..."

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

He took out his disposable rubber glove belt, focused on the butt of the ashtray and pinched it: "Ah Xiang, look at this butt. Is there anything unusual?"

"Exception? No. "

Ah Xiang looked carefully and confirmed: "I didn't find anything abnormal. It's normal. What's wrong with cigarette butts?"

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

Zhong Tianzheng looked out the window: "everyone has different habits of smoking. Some people like to pour water in the ashtray, so that the cigarette butts can be extinguished without pinching out, and the ash will not run everywhere, but this practice has to deal with the ashtray every day, otherwise it will have a heavy taste."

"Some people like to put out the cigarette butts directly. In this way, the taste will be smaller and they don't have to clean up every day, but the ash will run everywhere." Zhong Tianzheng turned the cigarette butt and held out his hand to pinch the cigarette end: "but Hu Guang doesn't belong to the above two kinds. He extinguishes the cigarette like this."

"Put it out by hand?"

Ah Xiang opened her eyes and looked at Zhong Tianzheng's action of choking the cigarette: "the temperature of the cigarette end is so high that he put it out with his hand?"

"Yes, look at the shape of each cigarette end. The cigarette end is pinched flat, not bent or broken during normal smoke extinguishing. Therefore, it is concluded that he may have serious distorted psychology. Comparing this habit is too abnormal." Zhong Tianzheng flipped the cigarette butts, suddenly stopped and squinted at the cigarette butts.

There is a red mark on the unfinished cigarette, which is in the shape of pressing your fingers on it. There is no residual pigment trace. It looks more like

Blood?