Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 153: Jumping on Pei Yuan’s face and opening up

Qiao Chuchu motioned for Wei Sheng Wen Zhan to look at the hand of the woman in the painting: "When a normal person lies down, no matter how much they pose, their wrist can't twist like this."

Qiao Chuchu asked, "May I borrow your hand?"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan raised his hand, and she immediately took it, mimicking the woman's pose in the painting: "See, a normal person's hand can't twist any further here. If I keep turning it, you'll start to feel pain, right?"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan nodded, listening intently.

Qiao Chuchu continued, "Let's say you're the artist, and you're drawing the person you love. Would you let their hand twist like this? The main point is, the wrist is twisted like this, and the model is still smiling. Just looking at it feels painful. How could she be smiling like that?"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan's expression gradually deepened: "Then why has no one raised this issue?"

Qiao Chuchu released his hand and, without answering, countered, "Do you know why I stopped painting and switched to drawing comics?"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan looked at her, puzzled.

She gave a self-deprecating smile: "Because no one dares to tell me the truth. Whatever I draw, they all say it's good, and whatever I draw, they all rush to buy it. Because I'm the eighth Miss Pei, the eighth Miss of the Pei family can't be wrong."

Qiao Chuchu sighed and looked at the person in the painting: "I think his painting is very uncomfortable. The hand is twisted, but I won't say anything because I don't want to cause trouble. I can't be bothered to interfere with someone else's aesthetic. As long as it looks fine on the surface, that's enough. But I will avoid this artist from now on and never come here again."

She casually looked around: "Inside, it's all about girls and flowers, their bodies buried under the flowers, only their faces and some parts of their bodies showing. At first glance, it looks beautiful, but all of them have issues with twisted limbs."

"This is supposed to be realistic oil painting," she said, getting more unsettled. "He uses models to paint, but turns these girls into twisted artworks hanging on the wall. What was his mindset when he painted this?"

Qiao Chuchu couldn’t help but shiver as she thought about it. "I’m going to find my big brother, it’s about time for us to leave."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan nodded and stared at the paintings on the wall.

The girl was buried in the flowers, only her arm, thigh, and face exposed.

He looked at the other paintings.

One girl lay sideways on the ground, comfortably closing her eyes, surrounded by rose thorns.

The roses twined around her white neck, wrists, ankles, and waist.

She lay on the wooden floor, black hair scattered with rose petals.

Bright red, delicate, rose petals.

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan scanned the paintings around him, a chill crawling up his back, like a perfectly synchronized machine, tightening his nerves one link at a time.

He understood now!

He understood!!!

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan strode over to Qiao Chuchu's side and warned in a low voice, "You wait for us at the cake section, I’ll go find your big brother!"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t understand, but still nodded, "Okay."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan scanned the art exhibit, then saw the Pei brothers on the second floor.

He quickly ascended the stairs and walked straight to them, saying bluntly, "I know who the murderer is."

Pei Yuan: "What?"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan glanced around and lowered his voice, "The person who will kill Qiao Chuchu in the future is Meng Yashu. The flowers in the paintings are a metaphor for the dismembered bodies of the girls. He killed those girls, then used living models as a cover, painting them in plain sight."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan was extremely confident, "The way these models appear in the paintings is exactly how their corpses looked!"

The Pei brothers' faces turned pale, all of them shocked.

Pei Bu Xian was stunned: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"It’s what Qiao Chuchu said," Wei Sheng Wen Zhan explained. "She said these paintings made her feel uncomfortable, with twisted and deformed bones, but the models were still smiling. She felt like they were dead."

Lou Ting Si furrowed his brows: "But Meng Yashu is a sickly man with no strength at all? He’s always weak, doesn’t seem like someone who could kill anyone."

Ying Chen looked around, more and more unsettled: "Brother Wen Zhan, you’re overthinking this, right? Could it be a misunderstanding?"

Pei Yuan was silent, slowly processing Wei Sheng Wen Zhan's words.

A bright voice suddenly rang out from not far away, "Welcome everyone to my art exhibition!"

He looked towards the source of the voice.

A crowd had gathered at some point.

Meng Yashu stood in front of a large painting, wearing a warm smile on his face. He spoke in English, "I know everyone is curious about the painting I’ve covered with a cloth. Actually, it’s a work-in-progress."

He gestured towards the large painting, still covered with a white cloth, the true image hidden from view.

"I’ve been working on this painting for three years, carefully sculpting it, but I never painted the face because I felt like I hadn’t found that perfect point yet."

Meng Yashu showed a gentle expression, as if speaking to a lover: "But now I’ve found it, I know how to paint it."

He looked satisfied and continued, "So now, I’d like everyone to join me in appreciating this unfinished work and look forward to its completion."

He pulled the white cloth off with a strong motion!

The moment the cloth fell, the crowd gasped in awe!

The girl in the painting had a pair of extremely beautiful feathered wings, like an angel descending from the sky.

The girl had no facial features, but she seemed lifelike. Her curly hair was blown by the wind, her arms crossed in front of her chest, and her two hands twisted unnaturally, making a heart shape over her chest.

The girl’s hands looked as though they had been forcibly twisted, her wrists and fingers wrapped in gentle pink rose wreaths.

This was the only painting where the torso was not covered by flowers but instead was decorated with small, delicate flowers.

It was strikingly beautiful.

The whole room erupted: "Wow! It's so beautiful!"

"This painting is truly stunning! It’s breathtaking!"

Meng Yashu soaked in the praise, staring lovingly at the painting, "For three years, I’ve constantly prayed to the heavens for inspiration for this painting. And when it finally came, I knew the guidance had arrived."

Meng Yashu’s gaze cut through the crowd and locked onto Pei Yuan’s face: "Pei family gentlemen, what do you think?"

He grinned widely, joyfully asking, "Isn’t this painting perfect?"

Pei Youchuan’s eyelid twitched, and his anger flared up immediately: "You son of a—"

Pei Yuan calmly restrained his younger brother and walked towards the painting.

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The Pei brothers' gazes were like poison, glaring fiercely at Meng Yashu.

In contrast, Pei Yuan’s gaze was much gentler.

He carefully examined every detail of the painting where flowers wrapped around the girl. The more he looked, the more his smile deepened. He turned to Meng Yashu and said, "It’s perfect."

Meng Yashu’s eyes lit up, eagerly asking, "Then if I finish it, would you want to buy it?"

"Of course," Pei Yuan said, gazing at him with tenderness, "As long as you finish it."

Meng Yashu stared at Pei Yuan intently, "I will definitely finish it."

He smiled, his eyes narrowing into a slit, "When it’s done, I hope you’ll come and support it."

Pei Yuan said nothing more. He turned and walked away, his smile slowly turning colder as he stopped in front of Wei Sheng Wen Zhan, "Have Wei Sheng Huai Ling investigate."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan spoke in a cold voice: "I already sent him earlier. He’s probably inside right now."

As he spoke, his phone rang.

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan opened it and his face darkened when he saw the photo. "I wasn’t wrong."

He handed the phone to the others: "Meng Yashu is the murderer."