The Painter

After returning to the hotel, Fatty went back to his room to rest. He hadn't exercised for a long time, and suddenly walking so much made him very tired.

As for Su Mo, he started thinking, "Fang Shuhua, if nothing unexpected happens, should be No. 7. But it's a bit strange that he didn't go to the crime scene. So how did he set it up? Hmm, I think I know. This guy must have found a scapegoat to help set up the scene. This case may not have really been done by him personally, but rather by the scapegoat.

So for me, I don't really need to think too much about it. He's No. 7, that's enough. I'll just kill him. Let's do it this way. After all, the reason I came here was to get rid of No. 7. Other things are not important. The police will probably catch the murderer of the case soon, oh, that scapegoat.

The police will solve the case, Fatty will get the reward and fame, not bad, I'm very satisfied with this result."

After making the decision, he began to plan the details of tonight's operation, as one still had to be careful when in unfamiliar territory.

At midnight, Su Mo was already dressed in black and walked out of the hotel room, disappearing into the darkness.

He walked to the riverside, and saw that the lights in the house had already gone out, looks like the target had fallen asleep.

Skillfully, he approached the yard gate, opened the lock, then carefully and quietly pushed open the door and entered. Fang Shuhua's three-story small building, the first floor definitely wasn't the bedroom, so Su Mo went straight upstairs towards the second floor.

Luckily Fang Shuhua's lock wasn't custom made, Su Mo could open it easily, and there was no accident.

After entering the second floor, he began to search room by room. There were three rooms, one was a study, one was an art studio, and one was a bedroom.

The study had nothing, he took a look and left.

The art studio was filled with many paintings, some framed, some casually placed on the table. But looking closely, every painting was vivid and beautiful.

Not only that, on the walls of the studio, there was also a huge oil painting, with a simple pattern, a number, 7.

"It's you after all," Su Mo revealed his white teeth.

Without wasting time, he quietly opened the bedroom door. It was locked but an ordinary lock, very easy to open.

After opening the door, he saw someone lying in bed, lying on their side, very quiet, motionless, sleeping very soundly.

The moonlight outside the window was bright. The lively rays shone into the room, making the lying Fang Shuhua at this moment seem transcendent, glowing faintly.

Su Mo didn't dare to be careless. He took out a gun and fired directly at Fang Shuhua on the bed, without any hesitation.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two sounds rang out, one was the gunshot, the other was the sound of firecrackers exploding.

The bullet entered Fang Shuhua's body. There was no blood, no scream of pain, no violent shaking of the body.

On the bed, Fang Shuhua's body instantly burst open, a mass of oil paint fireworks exploded, countless stars sprayed and bloomed.

Under the moonlight, Su Mo saw fireworks dancing in the sky, gorgeous and colorful, pleasing to the eye and heart. At the same time, two ribbons on both sides of the window rose without wind, writhing like spiritual snakes.

The ribbons also had glowing words: "Dark night trial, long awaited."

A few seconds later, the fireworks dispersed, the ribbons fell, and everything returned to calm. On the bed, there was no Fang Shuhua at all, just empty space, only a small hole, which was now emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Su Mo was stunned for two seconds, then the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and a smile appeared on his face, followed by louder and louder laughter.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

After laughing for a while, he whispered to himself with a weird smile, "Interesting, interesting. So this is No. 7? Simply a perfect artist.

I haven't met someone like this for a long time. He really excited me. Don't worry, next time we meet, I will fully enjoy your art."

Of course he now understood that Fang Shuhua had escaped, not only escaped, but also played a trick on him, staging another oil painting coming to life on the bed, making Su Mo suffer a loss in the dark.

In fact, this brief encounter could not be called a win or loss, more of a draw.

Although Su Mo found No. 7, he failed to deal with the other party, and was ridiculed by the other side, each with gains and losses.

At the expressway exit outside Yunhu Suburbs, Fang Shuhua, dressed in a black coat and wearing a hat, got into a black car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, he took off his hat and ripped off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a middle-aged face with squinty eyes.

This was the real face of No. 7, who also had a nickname: "Painter".

"No. 6, you're 8 minutes late. That's not like you. Did something happen?" He asked with squinty eyes, barely visible.

No. 6 used her hand to comb her hair back, revealing her fair neck, an alluring posture.

She opened her thin lips, her voice familiar: "I went to see the boss and chatted about some things, delayed a bit of time."

Then she asked, "You met the Judge right? What do you think of him?"

Squinty-eyed No. 7 squinted even more, his eyes almost completely invisible. He said in a low voice, "He's indeed very dangerous. If not for your reminder, I might have died tonight."

"To be honest, I don't think this Judge is one of us. Why does the boss value him so much?"

No. 6 smiled lightly. "The boss's affairs, you'd better not ask too much. Have you forgotten what happened three years ago?"

No. 7 instantly fell silent, smiling wryly, "I was just casually asking, casually asking. Let's go, I've been wanting to leave this place for a long time.

Finally free, my art is about to bloom, my canvas should not be confined to one place, it should spread across the whole world, only then can it be truly gorgeous and moving."

No. 6 smiled faintly, then started the car. Soon the car disappeared into the bright moonlight.

Back at the hotel, Su Mo felt a little uneasy. He was now filled with the desire to kill, even stronger than before, aroused by No. 7.

"Since I can't kill No. 7, then find another target. I'm already here, so why not hold a trial in Yunhu. My pure fans are also urging for updates.

Well then, let it be the urban reconstruction this time. I actually quite dislike these people too, for political achievements and benefits, regardless of the life and death of the common people. It shall be you then."

Yunhu City had just experienced a series of murders, but what everyone did not expect was that soon, an even bigger storm was about to begin.