It seems like the tentative button has been pressed!

The room fell into a dead silence!

"What are you talking about?" Wang Kang held the fruit knife tightly, his pupils contracted, and looked at the woman in police uniform in horror... he seemed to have stuttered on his tongue.

Wang Yan licked her lips, breathing the air in the room greedily and intoxicatedly. The faint smell of blood seemed to be integrated with the whole room. In her sense of smell, a dead mouse broke into the cat's vision, and at first glance there was nowhere to hide.

Her eyes turned 360 degrees, and her head turned sideways to look at the woman who was painting on the TV wall. Her gentle cheeks were looking at the two people in the room without saying a word.

"It's been too long and the taste isn't fresh enough!"

Wang Yan walked towards the painting, gently stroked the woman's cheek, and suddenly, she tore off the face in the painting, revealing a ferocious, rotten head built in the wall with cement. A pair of dead white patent-skinned eyeballs fell out of their eye sockets and smashed onto the TV.

In the bedroom,

A voice came, "Husband, I'm going to sleep. Don't draw too late, come to bed early~"

"interesting!"

Wang Yan looked at Wang Kang quietly, and the tone in her mouth turned into another person again, repeating the words of Chen Ying, "Which one is your wife in the paintings on the wall, the sounds in the bedroom, and the corpse hidden in the wall?"

Wang Kang held the fruit knife tightly, looked at the face buried in the wall, but a strange look of gentleness appeared on his face, and murmured: "I'm waking you up, sorry, I'll come to sleep with you soon~"

“Hey~”

Wang Yan picked up the eyeballs on the table, inserted them back into the woman's eye hole, and then said quietly: "The tenant downstairs was scared away by you some time ago. He didn't have his face on the window, nor did he step on the ceiling. It was all made up by you. Are you afraid that you would hear the sound of building the wall downstairs, right?"

Wang Kang didn't say anything.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not interested in your secrets. I just want to know if you've seen that person, what did he say to you?"

Wang Yan looked at the broken painting with his eyes squinted. The skin melted like wax liquid, and strangely turned into another picture... The woman's face exactly the same as the one she drew on the wall just now, looking at Wang Kang with a rigid and gloomy gaze.

Wang Kang's pupils contracted, and his tailbone was filled with cold air. It was a solid idea that the woman in front of him was a villain like that man, and she could turn into someone else's face at will.

He swallowed and spitted, recalling the horror scene he saw that day.

It was a rainy night, and he was staying in the house to build walls and outside the window... No, it should be that a face appeared in the window glass, like a thin human skin, or a facial mask on the glass, and two holes-like eyes were looking at the room quietly.

Watching him, he was building the woman into the wall bit by bit.

Wang Kang was so scared that he was half-hearted that he watched the face tearing strangely, growing out of the glass, with only one face and no body, and a single face without facial features fell to the ground.

Then,

The face floated lightly in the air, like jagged teeth making a gloomy and sarcastic laugh.

"Interesting, I saw such an interesting scene as soon as I came here... Hey~ I liked this opening greeting, which made me feel unbearable to kill you. Look, what an interesting person~"

The sound made my scalp numb, like falling into an ice cave. As a new murderer, Wang Kang was so scared that he was incontinent that he was stiff and unable to move. He could only watch the face floating in front of him, as if he would cover his face in the next moment.

That's not a speculation,

That's a kind of

When living things face death,

Innate intuition.

That face without facial features wants its own face!

"Don't kill me, I can draw a face for you!" Wang Kang himself didn't know why he said that at that moment.

Then,

He survived.

It was not his proposal that was accepted, because no matter how good the painting was, it was impossible to draw a living face. Only the face of a living person was the most vivid painting. It was impossible for him not to understand this truth, but he still let him go.

Wang Kang thought about it later and felt that it was probably because of his identity as a painter that the other party... felt a little bit of recognition.

He walked away from the gates of hell.

In exchange, he helped the other party find a face!

"Human face? Where did human faces come from?" Wang Yan asked coldly. On the other end of the link, Chen Ying was chewing the story in Wang Kang's mouth carefully. Does the painter's identity? He felt that the face should be the form of Lu Yanfei's first coming here, and Lu Yanfei should be the weird painter in the Guida Association?

The face appeared on Wang Kang's window, purely a coincidence...or that he had walked into the wrong building, and what he should have appeared even more was Xu Nanyi's window downstairs. Of course, it was also possible that he smelled the bloody smell upstairs and came to visit him.

Anyway,

Wang Kang was caught in the face because of his bad luck. He was also a bizarre lucky to save his life.

"The security guard on duty in the office building on the first floor in Yuhuazu, the first floor lobby was dozing off that night when I entered, so I walked over and covered the face of the security guard."

Wang Kang shivered. The scene that happened that day was like a nightmare and repeated in his nightmare. It was a scene that he would never draw in his life. He witnessed with his own eyes how the face of the face bite and swallowed the security guard's face, and how it was stitched together with the flesh and skin.

Chen Ying, who was sitting in the taxi, had his pupils shrinking, and this story line was pieced together, but the clue was not that valuable, and he needed to get more valuable clues.

Wang Yan said coldly, using the voice of the woman in the bedroom just now, "And what? Did he ask you to do anything?"

"He left without doing anything. I still felt like dreaming." Wang Kang said hesitantly.

"You are lying!" Wang Yan's voice was cold, and a black silk spread strangely and pierced into the wall, dragging the female corpse out of the wall bit by bit.

The walls were cracked, the walls and fragments fell off, and the female corpse seemed to be about to be pulled and broken...

"don't want!"

Wang Kang's eyes were about to break, and he yelled hurriedly: "He told some stories and asked me to write them down and send them to the radio station. It was the night radio channel that was very popular recently, and it seemed to be called trembling radio..."

"Have you sent it all?"
Chapter completed!