Living The Art Agony Chapter 6

A faint scent of sandalwood wafted out of the incense burner, making him sober and peaceful.

His slender fingers plucked the strings, and the calm sound of the zither was like a long-lasting fragrance. He did not know when he would play "Xiaoxiang Water and Clouds" every day. The zither in his hands also understood the song more and more, just like him.

The morning sun shines into the room, dyeing the ends of his hair golden. He sits facing the window. In front of him, or below him, is this city that is busy for who knows why. The wide French windows reveal the outside world, like a resurrected "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". Although the glass is transparent, it is essentially a wall. This transparent wall makes him seem to embrace the city, but also to reject it.

He turned and walked into the bedroom and turned on the computer. The news about Grace's death was still fermenting on the Internet, but there was no mention of "Fuchun Mountain Dwelling". It seemed that the police were not willing to make the whole truth of this matter public.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with this. He wanted to send the video to the media, but the possible negative impact was not what he really wanted. From this point of view, he and the police had the same idea.

People are always self-righteous and vulnerable. No body can bear the weight of all the truth. The world can survive because people only know part of the truth or are completely ignorant. If Mona Lisa had a veil on her head, her artistic expression would be far greater than all the brushes of Da Vinci.

Okay, let’s put this aside.

Who to kill next?

He thought that by now the police must have guessed his ambition from that poem. They must be thinking hard about who he would kill next. But he himself didn't know the answer to this question.

If the police really catch him one day, he will tell this, which will probably make the police faint on the spot.

He had already drafted a draft in his mind long ago. It was a perfect idea that he himself could not find fault with. However, perfection is the flaw of all perfect works. That is why Venus had to have her arms cut off, the "Lanting Preface" had to be altered, and the "Fuchun Mountain Dwelling" had to be burned in two pieces. Before the mistakes appeared, all artistic masterpieces were not truly immortal.

His murder plan was too perfect. This is a work that is more sophisticated than any contemporary creation. However, all the fun was killed in perfection.

The most wonderful thing about Chinese ink painting is its unexpectedness. The same amount of ink, the same brushstrokes, and the same person, on different rice paper, air humidity, and emotional states, will create completely different picture effects. A drop of thick ink is dropped on the soaked paper, and no one can completely control how this black spot will spread. How interesting and how high this realm is, just like the life that we often think we are sure of, but occasionally feel unpredictable.

He knew that this work would need to create surprises within strict rules, like all true masterpieces.

So he designed the deaths of several people, why they died, how they died, when they died, and where they died, but he did not decide who would die in advance.

Such randomness and unexpectedness are the vitality of the entire rigorous framework, the smile of Mona Lisa and the eyes of the dragon.

What if you can’t find the right person when the time comes?

If you can't find it, then don't find it. For artists, just be casual.

He entered the two keywords "murderer" and "Yu Dong" into the search engine, and soon many news items appeared, many of which were about himself. It was really interesting.

However, there is another piece of news that is equally as popular as it is: a serial killer escaped from prison half a month ago, and the people of Yudong are in a panic.

The story goes something like this: There was a gangster named Max who had killed no less than ten people and was also involved in drug-related crimes. After the police arrested him, he was quickly sentenced to death. However, he somehow managed to escape from prison. The police did not reveal the details, but only said that he injured several prison guards during the escape. Not long after he left the detention center, he got into a car with a fake license plate, took a few detours, avoided surveillance, and then disappeared into the green belt between the detention center and the city.

A murderer on the run.

Then it's him.