Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was right. I was shocked, why would he be here? I hurried over to say hello.

Peng Gang turned around and was very surprised when he saw it was me: "Old, Old Liu, why are you here? Where is Li Damin? You haven't found him yet."

Yes, he is Peng Gang, the son of Brother Peng.

I patted him: "It's hard to explain. I came here with a friend, and his relative was sent to this hospital. How about you?"

"I came here to see my dad."

"Brother Peng, what's wrong with him?" I stared wide-eyed. I remembered the concept of yin and yang in the painting, and the scene where Brother Peng drew a picture of hell at night by holding a candle.

"The doctor diagnosed it as schizophrenia. Alas, I was so heartbroken. My mother's hair has turned white."

"Schizophrenia" I swallowed my saliva: "How could this happen and when?"

"It will be more than a month." Peng Gang didn't talk about sex, he just chatted for a few words and then wanted to leave.

I quickly stopped him: "Peng Gang, Brother Peng and I hit it off immediately, and we are destined to be together. Since we met here, I can't pretend not to know." I put it into my pocket and took out five hundred yuan: "

Peng Gang, I'm really sorry. I didn't bring much with me when I went out today, and I didn't know that I would encounter something like this. Just take these five hundred yuan."

Peng Gang quickly pushed out: "Old Liu, what are you doing? Are you not scolding me?"

"Just take it if I tell you to. If your father is like this, the company will definitely not be able to operate, and your family will not be easy. If you work now, I won't give you money. Isn't it because you are still in school? Just pointing at your mother won't do it.

.Take it and express your feelings."

It was easy to say, but he finally accepted it reluctantly.

I said, can I go see Brother Peng with you?

Peng Gang smiled bitterly and agreed: "Okay."

We walked together to the inpatient department at the back of the hospital. I secretly wondered that Brother Peng had been ill for a month. So, when I got up and started painting, he had already suffered from schizophrenia. What is the connection here?

I asked: "How did Brother Peng get the disease?"

"My dad's schizophrenia is very strange," Peng Gang frowned and said faintly, "He keeps drawing every day."

When I heard that Brother Peng was painting every day, I gasped and asked, "What does he paint?"

Peng Gang smiled bitterly: "No one knows what he drew. It's like graffiti. You'll see it soon."

We came to the inpatient department at the back, and the attending doctor Sun received us. When talking about Brother Peng's expression, he shook his head: "The situation is not optimistic, it is still the same as when we were sent to the hospital a month ago."

We came outside the ward and looked in through the glass window. Wearing a white hospital gown, Brother Peng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing the window, seeming to be looking at something outside. He was holding a pen-like pen in his hand.

Things, scribbling on the bed.

I looked carefully and found that the thing was a rubber stick. It would not leave any trace when written on the bed.

"Doctor Sun, why did you give that thing to Brother Peng?" I asked curiously.

Dr. Sun took off his glasses, took out the flannel and wiped them carefully, and said: "Mr. Peng has been drawing all the time since he was sent here. We gave him pencils at first, but his drawings were everywhere in the ward, on the sheets and on the walls.

There is no place he can't paint on the window sill. If he can climb high, I guess the ceiling can also be painted. Later."

Peng Gang continued: "Later, the hospital asked my mother and I for our opinions and took the pencil away from my father's hand. In fact, this was a big risk."

"What's the risk?" I don't understand.

Peng Gang sighed: "My dad started painting at home. My mom came home from get off work that day and found that he had not gone to work. He was standing in front of the white wall, like an artist, holding a brush and painting carefully. It was already dark at that time The light in the room was very dark, so my mother turned on the light. This did not scare her half to death. The walls and floors of the house, and even the desk and refrigerator, were covered with patterns painted with dark dye. Those patterns , are all formed by repeating the same simple patterns, densely packed, thousands of them, one inside another, one next to another, complex and dense, and the visual impact is quite strong. My mother is still strong, although she was very scared at the time, she still rushed over I took the brush out of my father's hand."

I held my breath when I heard: "Then what?"

Peng Gang looked at his father in the ward and said calmly: "Although there is no pen, my father is still painting. He pressed his fingers hard on the wall and used all his strength to trace the pattern with his fingers.

The tip was broken, and blood gushed out. The bright red blood contrasted with the black painting below. Alas, I won't go into details. You can think about it yourself. My dad didn't know the pain at all. The tips of his fingers were so worn that he could see the bones. It seemed

The reason he lives is to burn his life to paint. My mother really had no choice but to put the brush back into his hand. He didn't even look at it and continued to draw with the brush."

Dr. Sun said: "What Xiao Peng said is right. So we sought the opinions of his family members before we dared to make such an attempt. As expected, Mr. Peng used his own hands to paint without a pen, even if it was dripping with blood. Then we thought of something

The solution is to use this durable rubber stick instead of a pen, and I didn’t expect it to be a success.”

I thought for a while and said: "It seems that Brother Peng doesn't care who shows these paintings, as long as he can draw them."

"Yes." Dr. Sun nodded: "Mr. Peng's situation is a bit like a computer program. Someone entered an endless loop of instructions into his mind, asking him to keep drawing and never stop."

I looked at Brother Peng's thin back and felt bad. My mind was in a mess. Although there were many clues, they were all disorganized and had no clue. Every clue was wild and wild, but they all converged on Brother Peng. It was really unbelievable and clueless.

Reasoning, I'm afraid Sherlock Holmes will be scratching his head when he comes.

I asked: "After talking for a long time, what exactly did he draw?"

Peng Gang looked at me, hesitated, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pulled out the picture library and handed it over: "This is the scene when my dad finished painting the house. Take a look."

I took the phone and looked at the photos inside. It was really creepy. The photo was of the living room. Brother Peng made a lot of money from his business. He bought a big house. It is estimated that this living room must be 70 to 80 square meters. The living room

It was empty, with nothing in it. What could be seen were mysterious patterns all over the walls, floor, and room.

The main color of these patterns is painted with dark black paint, which looks very uncomfortable. It is full of Gothic style and has a very strong religious gloomy color, forming a unique, weird and beautiful effect. I have never seen it before

I have never seen anyone who can construct a very simple line pattern into something so thrilling and shocking.

The painting is filled with an unspeakable atmosphere of terror. To be honest, this living room no longer looks like a place where people live, but more like a place for bloody sacrifices by a cult, or like a cemetery where some evil god is buried in a Western horror movie. It is depressing.

So that you can't help but hit the wall.

These are not the scariest things. I stared closely at the patterns on the photos, trembling all over and feeling chilly.

Peng Gang said next to him: "We have analyzed these patterns, and they look like irregular circles of large and small sizes. I really don't understand why my dad suddenly can draw these things."

He really didn't understand that the pattern in the photo was not a circle at all. I once saw a huge curtain in the back hall of the Yin Yang Temple in that building. It hung from the ceiling to the ground. It was thick and thick, with paintings on it.

There are many weird patterns. Those patterns look like simple-style grimaces, with three black holes for the eyes and mouth, which seem to be shouting.

The pattern drawn by Brother Peng is this kind of grimace.

I held the photo, and at that moment I was thinking of a lot of things. All kinds of information came flying at me, and my mind couldn't think anymore.

The Brother Peng I saw in the painting painted a very vivid picture of the crucifixion in hell, but in reality he painted simple-style grimaces.

What the hell is going on? I was deep in thought when my cell phone rang suddenly. It was Li Yang calling. He asked me where I was. I hesitated and asked him to wait for me in the car. I returned the photo.

There is no need to explain anything to Peng Gang, because this is a very long story, and I don’t even know where to start. Besides, Peng Gang is not an easy man. If he knew about the existence of Lou Zhongguan, he would still

Maybe there is some kind of monster going on. It would be better to have less trouble than to have more trouble.

After coming out of the mental hospital, there were clouds outside. It was the same as my mood. It was so heavy that I couldn’t describe what it was like. I sat in the car. Li Yang was playing with his mobile phone. When he saw me and asked where I was, I smiled bitterly: "I saw Brother Peng."

Already."

Li Yang knew what I had experienced before, so he exclaimed: "Peng Liang is the man who has been to the underworld."

"yes."

Li Yang asked: "Why is he here?"

I explained what had just happened in detail. He was amazed and wanted to get out of the car. I quickly stopped him and said, "Why are you going?"

"I'm going to see Brother Peng and his paintings."

I dragged him back to the car and said, "You can pull him down. His son is a tricky and weird person. If you can, try not to cause trouble."

Li Yang sat back in the car and pressed the horn a few times: "I'm so damn depressed, what the hell is going on here?"

"You ask me, I'll ask who is going. By the way, I found out the whereabouts of Master Xie."

Li Yang said: "You think we are the only ones who know how to find Master Xie? After my sister-in-law went crazy, the first thing our family thought of was him. We called him to shut down the phone and there was no one named Xie. He is really a gangster, so we just

We know his surname is Xie, but we don’t know his name, ID card, or background. Unless we hire a private detective, most people won’t even be able to find him.”

"Didn't you ask an acquaintance to find Master Xie at the beginning? Ask that acquaintance if he knows."

"When I asked, the acquaintance said that Master Xie is an expert who travels across mountains and rivers, and his whereabouts are elusive. If he wants to go anywhere, he doesn't need to take a train or plane, he just carries his suitcase and flies away in the clouds. This is so weird, it's really fucking true.

sick"

I blinked: "But this Master Xie does have two skills, he is not like a charlatan."

"That's even worse. Charlatans know magic, and even gods can't stop them."

I asked: "Then what should we do now?"

"What else can we do? All the clues have been cut off. Go home and sleep." He groaned angrily. In fact, I knew the reason for his anger. This guy was enjoying his series on the forum blog and suddenly faced the threat of being cut off.

The beautiful woman is in bed, and it feels uncomfortable just to look at her and not touch her.

I thought for a while and said, "Do you remember the story of the ancient Alexander the Great untying Galdin's knot?"

"I know, why? Even kindergarten children know this allusion."

"Actually, there is only one way to untie all the knots we are facing now," I said.

"Oh, what can I do?" Li Yang became interested.
Chapter completed!