V8.chapter 7

Kexun felt that Rowe's eyes looked at himself like a high-precision scanner, and finally concluded: "no, you don't have it on your face."

"Well, what about Yiran?"

"He didn't either." Rowe's eyes swept lightly over Mu Yi Ran. It seemed that he had carefully observed each other.

Although he did not know what the red marks were, he still relaxed. At least in the face of unknown danger, Mu Yi Ran was the same as himself.

Ke Xun and Mu Yi Ran stopped talking and waited quietly for Rowe to reveal what he had seen --

"there are some people like you two, whose faces are the same as before. But the others... " Rowe's voice was a little hoarse.

"The three people I found can't analyze the significance of these red traces, but it is certain that the red color should be related to the scarlet beast.

"A total of 13 people, seven with red marks, are distributed in all three workplaces." Mu Yiran took out his pen and paper and made a simple record. The rest of the work was left to Rowe. He asked him to draw the shape and position of each person's red trace according to his memory, even the extent of the red edge spreading. No one can guarantee whether these red colors will change tomorrow, or whether the people with clean faces tonight will suddenly grow suspicious red marks tomorrow.

Kexun didn't expect that Rowe had some painting foundation, and the facial proportions and characteristics of the characters could be grasped. Gradually, Kexun was shocked by the traces on Qin Ci's face on the picture. Although he used a pencil, the red color itself could stimulate human imagination. Qin's red traces spread all over his left forehead, even to his left eye.

"His color is the darkest, almost black red, and the other one is darker, and the rest is mine," Rowe wrote his last face, which was his own. "If the three of us belong to the dark red system, then the remaining four belong to the bright red system."

At this time, Ke Xun's mood was very complicated. Seeing the most serious red mark on Qin Ci's face, he always felt that something was stuck in his heart. He was both worried and sad. Looking up at Luo Wei, who was seriously painting, he felt sad, but at the same time, he did not admire each other's calm.

In the afternoon, Rowe, as an outsider "outside the inner city area", felt lonely and abandoned by the world. When asking the old police and everyone, no one could hear him on the spot.

Those red traces like conspiracy were discovered by him, and he was the only one who could see them. However, while peeping into these secrets, he also saw the red marks on his face in the mirror.

It's a satirical painting. As an outsider, Rowe should have been the most sober, but he was inevitably contaminated with the red dust of the heart city.

Kexun felt a little depressed. He stretched out his hand and touched Rowe's actual forehead according to the position on the picture. The "legendary" position with red marks was no different from the skin touch of other parts: "is there any difference between the feeling here and other parts?"

"It's not different," Rowe chuckled. "But ever since I saw it, I always feel like that little piece of skin is not my own."

This kind of psychological change can't be more normal.

Ke Xun: "I still don't understand what the division standard is, whether the difference between red and non red is chosen after entering the painting, or is it doomed before entering the painting."

"I think it must have something to do with something in the heart," Rowe gently colored the traces of the characters with a pencil. "These marks, perhaps, lead to the heart."

Both Ke Xun and Mu Yi Ran agree with this statement, but they can't make it too clear because they can't think of the internal connection.

The horseshoe watch on the table pointed to twelve o'clock, and Rowe was ready to get up: "these things are only for you two. Although I should not hide them from you, I am afraid of causing unnecessary panic."

There must be panic. Maybe some people will use it as a reason to kill each other. After all, the task assigned to us is to "find enough animals". These red people may be mistaken for having something to do with animals. ——Just because he looked at Xiao Qinxian a few times, he was rejected by him in every way, not to mention the serious "big difference" of this nature. If there are different schools in the interior caused by suspicions and suspicions, I'm afraid that everyone will not want to go out of the painting.

"No, I have to tell Qin Ci and Hao wen'er about this. Although I don't know how to guard against it, I have to be more careful tonight," Ke Xun grabbed his head, "especially Qin CI."

Mu Yi Ran did not speak, but took out the paper with the phone number.

Rowe had stood up and was ready to leave. "Think about the rest. It's late."

Luo Wei opened the door and came out, but found Xiao Qinxian in the corridor, wearing the white coat of French medicine, leaning against the wall to smoke.

Rowe looked at her and didn't intend to talk.

Xiao Qinxian took the initiative to open a mouth: "I just answered a phone call."

Rowe stopped and looked at her with questioning.

"The other person never spoke." Xiao Qinxian was a little annoyed. She combed her hair with one hand and made the mushroom head fluffy. "I pulled out the telephone line. How come our phones don't even have caller ID? I can only pull it out, calm down. ""Is it still?" Rowe said, "if you're afraid, squeeze in with us."

Xiao Qinxian lit a cigarette: "no, I was a lucky child since I was a child."

Rowe squinted at the lucky man in his cigarette. The striking red tear mole was like a drop of blood.

……

Kexun had already dialed Qin Ci's phone, and heard the familiar voice on the other end of the phone: "haven't you slept yet?"

All of a sudden, I feel very kind. I don't know when, these friends who have been painting together have become the same as their relatives.

"You can't sleep. You're the only one in your room?"

"Yes, it's the chief physician's special treatment." Qin CI smiles bitterly.

"Rowe came here just now. He saw some strange things..." Kexun briefly talked about the red trace.

There was a little silence at the other end of the phone, and Qin Chi's voice rang out for a long time: "we should have said earlier, draw along the edge of the red record with a pen, so as to facilitate the observation of its subtle changes."

“…… Let's not talk about changes. I just want to remind you to be careful. "

"Don't worry. Judging from the tone of the old policeman, we need a surgeon here. We should not have planned a doctor's life so early." Qin Ci, like a big brother, comforted Ke Xun Lai in turn.

"Sleep with a scalpel in case you need it."

"Well, that's a good idea."

Ke Xun put down the phone and was stunned for a long time before he dialed Zhu Haowen's phone by pressing the phone book.

"Who?" The other person seems to have fallen asleep.

Ke Xun briefly explained his intention, and the other party asked the exact location again: "is there a red dot between the eyebrows? It's too much of a position. "

"Yes, so be careful."

"Why don't I stick a band aid to block it? I have a small medicine box here."

“…… All right

Ke Xun hung up the phone and looked at Mu Yi Ran: "they are very optimistic."

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