C82

Chapter 82 - Artists and murderers

Mu Yi Chu obediently obeyed. He didn't know that Huang Jue was actually someone who could take care of people, even though he looked slovenly and slovenly.

Mu Yi Chu's heart warmed as he thought of He He Ze. Ever since his mother had left home and gone missing, he had been very reluctant to let anyone else interfere with his life or take care of him. He had thought that he would be able to walk on the ground for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect that someone would be able to pry open his walls and walk in.

He He Ze, An Ningyuan, Bai Zhongyi, Huang Jue Dai.

"What's that in your hand?" While Mu Yi Chu was drinking the milk, he caught a glimpse of Huang Jue in the mirror.

"Invitation letter." Huang Jue waved the purple paper in his hand and said, "I just took it down from a crack in the wall below."

"Then why are there invitations on the walls of places like party?" Mu Emei pouted as she found it hard to understand.

"Show you?" Huang Jue naturally handed the purple invitation letter to Mu Yi Chu.

Mu Yi Chu had some feelings for beautiful things. After all, he had been a pastry chef. The pastry chef said that it was a combination of a chef and a designer. It was just that the pastry chef was not cooking, but cooking. He was designing, not on paper or a computer, but on pastry. His craftsmanship, taste, taste, color, design, and decoration were all intertwined.

Mu Yi Chu looked at the invitation letter in his hand. He hadn't read through the contents of the letter. Just from the style alone, it could be said that the designer was a person with a sense of beauty. One's sense of art is largely innate. A person with poor artistic perception would at most be able to design things without a soul, a beautiful body, no matter how skilled he or she is in art.

"It's a very advanced design." Mu Yi Chu touched it with his hand and looked closely at it before saying, "It's still made from silk screen printing. Amazing." Mu Yi Chu said.

"Is that so? I don't know anything about silk screen printing. " Yellowsenses said perfunctorily, "I'm an outsider in the arts, and I'm not sensitive to these things. For me, things are the most important. "Therefore, in my eyes, this piece of paper is just a piece of paper to pass on information."

Mu Yi Chu opened the invitation letter ?

"Mr. or Ms.

See you later! I'm glad you've had such a lucky chance to be on my stage! My elaborate body party!

If man is a work of art created by nature, then the corpse is the human feedback to nature. The corpse returned to the ground, turned into nourishment, and continued to enter the cycle of life. But that was something any dead animal could do. The human corpses shouldn't stop here!

Burn it! Bury it! They were all taint and destruction of human corpses!

Humans were works of art. As long as it was a work of art, the work of art would survive!

Every part of the human body, every organ is so exquisite, but should the eyes grow on the face? Can't you have a face on your belly? Can a person only have two hands? Isn't it nice to have a sexy mouth? Can't the sex organs be hidden in the belly? Can't you put your ear on your hand? Can't you have more breasts?

Open it! Regroup! "AHH!" "AHH!" "AHH!" How exciting and irresistible it was to think about it!

Open it! Regroup! "AHH!" "AHH!" "AHH!" How many possibilities would there be for these wonderful organs, these wonderful bodies?

"AHH!" "AHH!" "AHH!" He was going to die and reconstruct the corpse! What a strong and passionate pursuit of beauty and art!

This is my violent aesthetic, this is my crazy passion! This was the climax of death!

Immerse yourself in my eternal art! Lucky guest!

? ? Death. "T"

If he hadn't actually seen the glass coffin and that terrifying corpse, Mu Yi Chu would have thought that this was a sandstone sculpture with severe disease. But because he had actually seen it before, he felt even more shocked and terrified, and the more Mu Yi Chu thought about it, the more his lips couldn't help but tremble.

"Is this art? This is simply insane! " Mu Yi Chu bit out these words from his mouth.

Death. T is not an artist at all. You could say mad artists like Van Gogh, like Gauguin, like Andy Warholl, but not like Death. T. He's not an artist at all, he's a murderer!

Huang Jue took a sip of the hot drinks he bought for himself and then said, "Hmm, what's even more unscrupulous is that the T not only made an invitation, he also made a set of posters and labels, and each glass coffin had the name and number of a work. If I hadn't seen the bodies, I would have thought I was visiting a close art exhibition. "

"Isn't he showing the body as an exhibition?" Mu Yi Chu said as he flipped over the invitation in his hand.

There was only one pattern on the back of the invitation letter. In the center was a black and white monochrome pattern. If Mu Yi Chu wasn't mistaken, this should be Death. The logo that T designed for his own body party --

An eye was inlaid in the middle of a rectangular frame, with a knife, a needle, and a medicine bottle in place of the eyelashes. Beneath the eye was an arc that curved in the direction of the eye and connected to it by a vertical straight line. In the middle of the eye was a round eyeball, and inside the eye was a person with his hands crossed, holding his arm in one hand and his legs in the other.

"This rectangle should represent a glass coffin. This eye might be a record or a visit, the knife, needles, and medicine bottles above the eye should all be used to make corpses. Under the eye should be his signature, and the eye should be referring to the dismemberment and recombination of corpses."

Huang Jue scratched his chin and listened very seriously, exclaiming, "Mu Yichu, you really make me look at you in a new light! In my opinion, it's just a strange pattern, but after you put it that way, not only does it make sense, it really does seem like it's true. You can do it! " Huang Jue gave Mu Chu a thumbs-up, praising him sincerely.

Mu Yi Chu pursed his lips and said, "I just slightly added in the contents of his invitation, and the person who designed it wasn't me. Although I don't want to praise him, he really did a set of visual designs, if he really didn't learn design and aesthetics, then he would have a talent in art."

"It seems that the words of the people of the world are all reasonable. Those who engage in art love to give birth to lunatics the most. This is probably the craziest art form of all. "

Huang Jue put his hands on the steering wheel and continued, "The scary thing is, T not only has artistic talent, but he also has a whole set of medical skills and skills. Of course, the deadliest thing was his understanding. He didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong or illegal, so he didn't feel guilty, not only didn't feel guilty, but also full of honor and pride. People like him, who are not bound by human morality and who possess the wisdom and skills of a human being, are nothing more than a beast in human skin. "

"Hur hur." Mu Yi Chu let out a mocking laugh. "I don't know why I thought of Da Vinci. He was also secretly dissecting corpses to research on human bodies, medicine, military affairs, painting, etc. He was a genius that was hard to see. However, whether it was Da Vinci's painting or his anatomical medicine, they were not designed solely for the sake of corpses, much less for the sake of Death. "He killed a man for a corpse."

"He probably didn't kill people from the start, but started directly from the existing corpses." Huang Jue frowned and analyzed, "The funeral home's corpse loss case and the Heavenly Year Tomb Garden's empty coffin case probably have something to do with T."

"Although we still can't be sure that the woman that died in Qin Ranpei's building was killed by him, but if it's really like that, then the possibility of him killing people should be because the ready-made corpses no longer satisfy him, or maybe his pursuit for the ideal corpse is getting higher and higher. After all, it's not hard to see that his preference is for female bodies from the prime of his youth to middle age, funeral homes and cemetery.

Hearing Huang Jue mention this, Mu Yi Chu immediately thought of the two bodies that he had lost that morning and asked, "That's right, did you find those two bodies?"

Huang Jue shook his head and said, "No, but I'm not in a hurry. I have already had the Xiaolin and the Little Chen seal all the sewers' entrances. No matter how much time was spent, I had to check all the tunnels in the sewers and every exit. The body must have been removed from the ground by him. "

When Huang Jue thought about the criminals he had been trying to find for years without any results, walking around unscrupulously under his watch and under his feet every day, he felt a wave of anger burning inside his body and couldn't be extinguished.

"Why did these two corpses appear in the basement of Qin Ranpei's building? Feel Death. T is not such a careless person. " Mu Yi Chu was puzzled.

Huang Jue crossed his arms in front of his chest, as was a habit of his when he was pondering his reasoning. He slowly spoke, "If I'm not mistaken, Qin Ranpei and the T is not just a simple one-time relationship between the victim and the assailant. Maybe for some reason, Qin Ranpei found these two corpses and successfully moved them. Afterwards, the tank realised that the corpse was missing, and a conflict also arose between him and Qin Ranpei, but it is unknown what exactly happened between the two of them, after all, Qin Ranpei has disappeared now, and our fates are unknown. "

"How frightening, exactly how many secrets does Qin Ranpei have with his? Tell me, she told Death about it. Both T and the mysterious man maintained a subtle relationship at the same time, the mysterious man and Death. Could it be that they had already come into contact with each other? " Mu Yi Chu guessed.