The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Stone table in the inner courtyard of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall.

Gong Qi walked in quickly and said, "The focus of the police station seems to have shifted recently. All the manpower is focused on No. 8 Middle School, and the second team of the police department has been transferred to help."

Zhao Zhixin's eyes flickered slightly: "I investigated and found that a body was found in the school's female restroom. The death was very strange, which attracted the attention of the police station."

Zhao Zhixin paused and said, "In this way, the manpower of the police station has been withdrawn, and the search for [Black Face] has naturally been relaxed. For us, this is undoubtedly good news."

Hong Ya, who was standing aside, supported her cheek, gently supported her chin with her fingers, nodded as if she understood, and then asked, "It's been several days, haven't you found anyone yet?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Bashan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, quickly clicked on a text message, and glanced at the address and house number.

After he relayed the information to everyone in a muffled voice, he suddenly clenched his hands, crushing the mobile phone and phone card into powder, which flowed from his thick fingers to the ground and disappeared in the wind.

Hong Ya ran back to the bedroom, took out a box from the closet, and took out a stack of masks from it. Hong Ya hugged the masks tightly and returned to the stone table carefully.

She gently put down the masks and spread them out on the table one by one.

Each mask is exquisitely made, and the fine lines outline the patterns of various animals, but the expressions are either weird or hideous, the colors are either colorful or dim, and when combined together, they add seven points of demonic spirit.

Yuan Xidi took Feng Mu to the table. He bared his teeth, reached out and picked up a hyena mask from the table and put it on his face. The hyena opened its mouth wide, and its sharp teeth were stained with blood.

"Junior brother, choose one." Li Bashan said in a muffled voice.

Feng Mu looked up and saw that the latter was wearing a tiger mask with half black and half white patterns, like a vicious tiger hiding in the dark to hunt, quite scary.

He turned his head and saw that Hong Ya was wearing a fox with bared teeth on her face, with circles of red lines drawn around her eye sockets, as if she was crying blood, quite weird.

Feng Mu looked at the stone table, his eyes swept over the ferocious monkey face, the gloomy snake face, and the ugly pig head, and picked up a goat face.

The goat had horns that curved up like two pairs of moon hooks, and the face was covered with spiral patterns. The color was dark, and the expression was calm, but it revealed a chilling gloom.

"Let's go!" Li Bashan's voice was like a low drumbeat, and he said in a muffled voice.

Everyone responded, and the voices seemed to be stained with some metallic accents through the masks, and the voices became colder and more piercing.

There was a silver-gray van parked at the back door. The license plate had been changed in advance. Everyone got into the van, and the windows were all covered with reflective film.

You can see outside from inside, but you can't see inside from outside.

Yuan Xidi was eager to try and wanted to drive, but Li Bashan gently held down his dog's head.

The task of driving was given to Zhao Zhixin, who wore an ugly pig face with black lips split in the middle, as if he had two mouths.

The car started slowly, and Hong Ya squatted on the passenger seat as usual, raised her arms above her head, clenched her fists, and announced excitedly: "[Ronggui Sect] is taking my junior brother to team building for the first time."

Feng Mu sat in the back seat, and he also grinned secretly under the mask when he heard it. He gently stroked the goat mask with his fingertips, as if he was talking to it.

[Edible iron detected - hundred-forged iron. ]

[Note: The hundred-forged iron is contaminated with death energy, please eat with caution. ]

[Do you want to eat and replace the occupied edible column? ]

"Dead air?" Feng Mu muttered, and found a new word. He removed his fingertips and placed his hands flat on his knees, silently saying in his heart: "No!"

…….

Chemical Plant Community Building 3 Unit 2 401.

Liu Yang frowned slightly, and cast a doubtful look at Wang Yu.

Wang Yu just replied lightly: "No hurry, they have already set off after receiving the notice."

After a pause, Wang Yu's voice became much gentler: "You didn't tell anyone else?"

Liu Yang nodded, with a smile on his face: "No, I notified you as soon as I got the news. I didn't even tell my captain."

As soon as the voice fell, Liu Yang turned his head again, frowned and glared at Wang Xu: "You didn't tell the news of [Black Face] for the reward of the patrol room. Sold it too, right? "

Wang Xu looked confused after "waking up" and yawned, "I'm stupid. When did the police station cash in the bounty? Fuck."

While speaking, he spread his hands towards Liu Yang, and said with three parts of mockery and seven parts of rogue: "Liu Boss, you won't blame me for the spy fee, right?"

Liu Yang wanted to deny it, but after glancing at Wang Yu, he took out a stack of banknotes and threw it over, laughing and scolding: "Take it easy, you woke yourself up to death that day."

Wang Yu listened to the conversation between the two with a calm expression.

He glanced at the clock on his mobile phone, then slowly took out a piece of white paper from his arms and gently spread it on the table.

Then, Wang Yu took out a paintbrush from his jacket pocket and said to Liu Yang: "It's still early, how about I paint another portrait for you?"

Liu Yang was slightly stunned, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, but when he raised his head and met Wang Yu's eyes full of sincere emotions, all his doubts disappeared, and he nodded without hesitation, agreeing to Wang Yu's proposal.

In the most secret corner of Liu Yang's heart, he found that he could hardly resist that feeling.

Whenever Wang Yu sketches vivid portraits of himself, Liu Yang will be intoxicated, as if every stroke of the brush is a touch to his soul.

He is addicted to this kind of "touching". Although this addiction may be slightly inferior to Wang Xu's addiction to T-37 hallucinogen, the strong desire and dependence are still comparable.

Every time he sees the finished painting, Liu Yang feels like he is waking up.

Wang Xu felt baffled, but since he received the eyeliner fee, he cooperated very well.

He obediently vacated the table, walked to the sofa next to him, lay down, and fell asleep soon after.

Liu Yang gently pulled up a chair, retreated to the window, and sat down quietly.

Wang Yu held the brush in his hand and lightly sketched on the white paper, with smooth and delicate strokes.

Different from the silence when I focus on painting on weekdays, during today’s painting process, the air is intertwined with the sound of leisurely conversations.

"I remember very clearly, the first time you came to me for a portrait, it happened to be around this time last year."

"Yes, everyone in the team praises you for your lifelike painting, and I can't help but want a portrait of myself."

"So, you asked me to paint three portraits in one year?"

"Well, I originally thought that one painting would be enough, but every time I see a painting, I can't help but want more. Counting this one now, it's already the fourth one. I plan to collect all the paintings when I go back. Hang on the bedside.”

"Aren't you afraid of looking like a portrait if you hang it by the bedside?"

"At first, I did feel that those portraits hanging above my bed looked like portraits of a deceased person. But gradually, if I couldn't see the portraits when I opened my eyes in the morning, I would feel like I was dead. Do you think it's strange?"

"Heh--, is there a possibility that you are actually a dead carrion?"

"What?"

"The painting is done, take a last look at your... portrait!"

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Crab demon, I am in Leo, working part-time and drawing a lottery!

Traveling to the world of Ultraman Leo, which is famous for its dark and cruel nature, Chen Feng was shocked to find that the plot timeline here did not match up at all.

Severn came thirteen years too late!

Leo lost contact immediately!

Nowadays, the earth is full of demons and monsters. Various cosmic forces are emerging one after another. Even evil organizations that I have never heard of have come out to join in the fun. What is it called Golgom?

Faced with such a wonderful situation, even the stars could not help but sigh: "The matter has come to this, it is useless to think too much, let's eat first."

Minami Kotaro nodded quickly and said that he had a big appetite and wanted three dishes and one soup.

Chen Feng: "????"

etc!

Is there something wrong with you, Kotaro?