The dim yellow street lights shone through the gauze curtains woven with drizzle onto the late night streets. The intoxicated Bai Mo was suddenly let go and took a few steps forward with staggering steps.
The woman outside his door was so familiar. Even though alcohol had paralyzed Bai Mo's brain, he could still subconsciously recognize the girl in front of him.
Arriving in front of Yang Lu, Bai Mo fumbled for his keys and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"
The smell of alcohol hit his face. Yang Lu pursed his lips and glanced at the roadside. The person who sent Bai Mo had already left in a car.
His eyes returned to Bai Mo's face again. He was holding the key and trying hard to insert it into the keyhole of the door.
"Are you awake now?" Yang Lu asked in a low voice.
"Wake up!" Bai Mo opened the door. He originally pressed one hand on the door, but when the door opened, Bai Mo stumbled and almost fell in.
Fortunately, Yang Lu was prepared and grabbed Bai Mo's wrist immediately.
"Hahaha!" Bai Mo giggled a few times, "The road is too slippery."
This time, Bai Mo did not refuse and allowed Yang Lu to hold his arm and walk towards the yard.
Feeling Bai Mo's shaking body, Yang Lu felt bitter in his heart. This should be their most intimate contact this month.
Arriving in the living room, Bai Mo suddenly pointed in a direction, "Would you like to take a look at my gallery? That is my most proud work, the absolute real world."
How could Yang Lu be interested in appreciating Bai Mo's works at this moment?
She didn't even look in the direction of Bai Mo's finger, "No, I have something to ask you."
"Oh!" Bai Mo responded dully.
After nearly five minutes, Yang Lu finally helped Bai Mo to the sofa, and she went to the tea bar machine to get a cup of hot water.
When Yang Lu looked at Bai Mo again, he was already lying on the sofa and asleep.
The feeling of loss came to his heart. Yang Lu sat on the single sofa and silently looked at the sleeping man.
Yang Lu heard Chen Xiaoxiao talk about Bai Mo's drinking capacity. He was the kind of person who would drink three glasses of wine.
Thinking of this, Yang Lu felt that this was good. Since he wanted to ask questions, he naturally had to do it when Bai Mo was awake.
At this time, Yang Lu's cell phone rang. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a message from Chen Xiaoxiao.
Chen Xiaoxiao sent a surprised emoticon: [Did you go to Bai Mo's house? 】
Yang Lu sighed helplessly. It seemed that the person who sent Bai Mo just now was a big gossip. He should be the legendary Zeng Hao.
Yang Lu asked: [How much did he drink? 】
This was undoubtedly a change of direction. Chen Xiaoxiao sent another series of shocked emoticons, and finally said: [It’s just three ounces of white wine. He gets drunk quickly and sobers up quickly. It won’t affect your next activities! 】
If it were normal, Yang Lu would definitely respond to Chen Xiaoxiao, but she was not in any mood at the moment.
Putting down the phone, Yang Lu looked at Bai Mo again. She planned to sit here and wait for Bai Mo to wake up, and then ask Bai Mo about his attitude towards her.
Just half an hour had passed, but Yang Lu seemed to have been waiting for a long time. She suddenly turned back and looked in the other direction of the living room.
When he came in just now, Bai Mo said that he had a gallery and that it was his most proud work.
The last time Yang Lu visited Bai Mo's home was when she had steak, and it was only that one time. But she had visited Bai Mo's home, and there was no gallery in her mind.
Finally, Yang Lu's eyes stopped on the basement door. There was a lock on it. She remembered clearly that there was no lock when she came here last time.
He converted his basement into a gallery?
Yang Lu looked at Bai Mo again, or to be precise, at the bunch of keys on the ground beside the sofa where Bai Mo was sitting, which Bai Mo had just dropped when he turned over.
Bai Mo probably wouldn't wake up in a short time, so Yang Lu decided to visit Bai Mo's gallery and see Bai Mo's most proud works.
Picking up the key on the ground, Yang Lu came to the basement door. According to the brand of the lock, Yang Lu found the corresponding key.
The door to the basement was opened, and what Yang Lu saw was the steps extending into the darkness.
Boom!
Rolling thunder came from the sky, and a few lightning bolts pierced the night sky, leaving light.
Living in Meihai City, such heavy rains are very common. Yang Lu has long been accustomed to lightning and thunder, but for some reason, she suddenly felt palpitations.
Looking at the steps leading to the basement again, Yang Lu hesitated. She realized that the feeling of heart palpitations came from the darkness in front of her.
The sound of heavy rain washing the ground could be heard outside the window, and Yang Lu's hesitation gradually disappeared.
Entering the stairs, Yang Lu pressed the switch at the entrance of the stairs, and light came from the corner. With the light, the feeling of heart palpitations disappeared.
Arriving in the basement, Yang Lu first saw a few drawing boards closest to the stairs. Various paints were placed around them, as well as a small speaker, and the candle aromatherapy that Yang Lu gave to Bai Mo.
Looking inside again, there is indeed a small gallery with two small aisles, and you can vaguely see some picture frames hanging on it.
Yang Lu smiled slightly. Her dream was to become a painter. Why didn't she want to have a small studio like this?
Entering the first small aisle, when he saw the first painting, Yang Lu took a few steps back in horror.
The first painting was the scene of the murder of a female corpse on the seaside that Bai Mo had painted. When he and Yang Lu went to sketch that day, Bai Mo also mentioned the incident of being mistakenly arrested by the police.
Yang Lu had seen the environment in the painting, it was exactly the place Bai Mo pointed out to her that day.
The man in the painting is grabbing the woman's head and hitting it against the stone, with a few drops of blood fluttering in the air.
Yang Lu once talked about the hand-painted paintings of killer Feng Zhigang. She originally thought that hand-painting was the closest to real painting method in the world, but Bai Mo's paintings were more realistic.
Whether it's the murderer's expression, the blurred flesh on the deceased's face, or the surrounding stones, they are all so real.
Yang Lu seemed to have an immersive feeling, as if he was inside, and the murderer so close at hand was full of danger.
Beads of sweat appeared on Yang Lu's forehead, and her breathing became more and more rapid. She was shocked by Bai Mo's superb painting skills, but she was even more shocked by the content in the painting.
The next picture is the Lu Yajun murder case. Yang Lu heard Chen Xiaoxiao and Wang Ya discuss this case.
In the bathroom, a naked woman was kneeling on the ground, her head pressed against the toilet. The bruises on the woman's face could still be vaguely seen through the woman's hair.
There was a man squatting behind the woman. He had an expression of enjoyment on his face, and his other hand was holding a towel, which was wrapped around the woman's neck.
With the same immersive feeling, Yang Lu even smelled the smell of blood and the dirty smell in the air.
"Ugh!" Yang Lu covered her mouth, the feeling in her stomach making her dizzy.
She wanted to turn around and rush out, but she suddenly remembered what Bai Mo had said.
Give us a little more time for each other, I have a secret that I will tell you when I feel it is appropriate.
Is this Bai Mo's secret? Is this what Bai Mo calls mutual understanding? Is this the real Bai Mo?
