Wei Hui lives alone in this bustling metropolis and is a doctor in a very big hospital. He is introverted and has no friends, except one of his college classmates, Zhang, who works as a doctor in another hospital in this city. Wei Hui, a tall man with very good personal conditions, has a big bedroom with three bedrooms and two halls, but Wei Hui, who is almost 30 years old, has no girlfriend yet. There are also many girls in the hospital who like him, but I don't know why, Wei Hui seems to have nothing to do with them.
Wei Hui has no bad hobbies, but I heard that he has a special hobby, that is, collecting antiques. There is an old street in the old city of this city, which is a place for selling antiques. There are large antique shops and street stalls in the old street. There are real antiques and many fakes. As for whether you can buy the real one, it depends on your personal vision and luck. Wei Hui frequents this street. He will buy some antiques that he thinks are valuable and within his ability.
This Sunday afternoon, Wei Hui went to the Antique Street as usual, and walked around for a long time. There was nothing to see. So I wandered into an antique shop at the end of the street, thinking that if there was nothing to see, I would go home.
It is dark in antique shops, which is also a feature of all antique shops. One is to create an atmosphere, and the other is to sell fakes easily.
Wei Hui has a dull face, but he seems to feel that there is a road behind him. Looking back, there was no one behind me. Just then, Wei Hui found an ancient painting hanging in the corner.
The picture shows a girl with long hair and shawl. When Wei Hui looked at her, she felt as if there was light in her eyes, as if she was also looking at you and wanted to see your heart. Wei Hui fell in love with this painting at once. Isn't there such an ancient painting missing from his room? Wei Hui approached the painting and looked at it carefully in the dim light. The girl can't see what time it is, just wearing a long pink dress and long hair shawl, as if she had just taken a shower, with no background behind her. Canvas is silk. Wei Hui looked at it carefully. It looks very old, but you can't tell which dynasty it was made. But Wei Hui was sure it was a valuable genuine product.
After asking the price, Wei Hui bought it without thinking, even stopped studying it carefully, paid the money, walked out quickly with the painting and took a taxi home. As if afraid of the antique shop owner going back on his word.
In fact, Wei Hui is really afraid that the antique shop owner will go back on his word. Because the price of that painting is too cheap, as cheap as those poorly printed star paintings sold on the street. Even if the painting is fake, it is completely beyond the price. Moreover, the texture of this painting and the artist's technique, even if it is a fake, are first-class fakes. Wei Hui thought, the boss must have quoted the wrong price.
When he got home, Wei Hui immediately hung the picture on the wall opposite the bedroom bed. Wei Hui has always wanted to hang such a picture there.
In the bright light of the bedroom, Wei Hui carefully appreciated the painting again.
The white silk canvas has turned yellow, but it is very light yellow, which has no effect on the whole painting. Now we can't see the weaving of canvas, which is beyond the scope of Wei Hui's study of antiques.
The girl in the picture looks very realistic. No matter where Wei Hui stands, it seems that all the girls in the picture are staring at him. Eyes reveal extreme tenderness and temptation, like the feeling of lovers looking at you. The girl in the picture is also extremely beautiful, with a shallow smile, as if she were not a human woman. In fact, Wei Hui has always been a little indifferent to girls, but under the gaze of girls in the painting, Wei Hui has a strange feeling in his heart. If the girl in this painting is a real person ... Wei Hui has an unprecedented lust.
Wei Hui put away her rippling thoughts and carefully appreciated this ancient painting. Suddenly, Wei Hui made a new discovery. It turns out that this painting has no background, but the background is extremely light. This is a line drawing with a slightly darker pigment than the canvas. In addition, due to time, the canvas turned pale yellow, so the background was more unclear. Wei Hui approached carefully looked at the background of the painting, but froze.
The background of the painting is a group of people! And it is a group of men, a group of men of different times! Judging from the clothes and accessories of this group of men, Wei Hui can see at a glance that the oldest clothes in this group of men are from the Sui and Tang Dynasties, as well as from the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. The strangest thing is that there are three people, one is wearing a robe and mandarin jacket and gold-rimmed glasses, which is obviously the clothes of the Republic of China. A person wearing a tunic suit with a pen in his coat pocket is obviously worn by progressives from the Republic of China to the early days of liberation; The third person is even weirder, wearing a military green military uniform, a military cap and a wide belt around his waist, but there are no epaulettes and cap badges on the military uniform. In fact, everyone should know at a glance that this person should be from 2 1 1960s and 1970s! So this painting should have been painted after this time?
Wei Hui was not very disappointed, but he was puzzled: Which painter had such a magical pen and why did he paint such a strange picture? How is the canvas made? People can't see the weave, but they can make things that are only a few decades old look like real antiques for thousands of years. This man must be the best expert in counterfeiting, but why is the price so cheap? Wei Hui wanted to think, counted the men in the picture. One * * * is 21 people.
Wei Hui looked at the picture carefully with questions, and suddenly she froze. The girl's shallow smile in the picture becomes strange and mysterious at this time, as if seeing through Wei Hui's mind. Wei Hui stayed for a long time, came to her senses, and looked at the girl again, just like a faint smile.
When Wei Hui woke up the next morning, she looked at the girl in the picture. The girl still wears a shallow smile, and her eyes reveal extremely gentle temptation. Wei Hui patted his head. Last night's dream was ridiculous. He must have thought too much when he looked at the painting yesterday.
What absurd dream did Wei Hui have?
It turns out that Wei Hui dreamed of the girl in the painting last night. The girl in the dream is so gentle and full of endless temptations to men. So Wei Hui couldn't resist the temptation of the girl in her dream, and she couldn't help falling under the girl's long pink dress. Even when Wei Hui woke up in the morning, I could still remember that girl's wonderful figure and the pleasure it brought. The creamy feeling of her skin like congealed fat seems to be that there is still a delicate fragrance flowing in the air. ...
After several days in a row, Wei Hui dreamed of infinite tenderness with girls in her dreams.
Wei Hui has reached the point where he can't extricate himself from his initial doubts. He also called his best friend Zhang to ask questions, but the words came to his lips and he couldn't say them. This strange dream has no effect on his health, but makes him worry about the dreamer all the time. Sometimes when he is at work, he thinks of those charming scenes and wants to go home from work quickly so that he can lie in bed and have that wonderful dream. Soon, Wei Hui has become a little unwilling to go to work, even don't want to go to the usual night shift. He always feels that he can find an excuse not to work at night, so that he can stay at home and have that charming dream.
"If you are a real person, you can be with you forever. If I can be with a beautiful woman like you forever, it's worth dying! " Wei Hui muttered to the girl in the picture. At that moment, he seemed to see the girl's strange and mysterious smile again, but he couldn't feel it anymore.
That night, when Wei Hui saw the girl of her dreams again, the girl was not as usual. She just stood behind a door and gently waved to Wei Hui. The door gave off a soft golden light, and the door appeared on the opposite wall where the painting had been hung.
Wei Hui goes to the girl in the door. ...
"bang!" A loud noise woke Wei Hui from his dream, the golden door disappeared, and it was dark all around, while Wei Hui himself was still lying in bed, in the darkness, as if he saw the girl in the painting smiling. Hearing this, Wei Hui turned out that the couple upstairs were fighting again. Wei Hui secretly scolded the couple upstairs, but it happened that he disturbed his dream at this time. Otherwise, if he takes the girl into the door, there may be more charming scenery and more attractive passion!
Wei Hui turned over and covered his ears, chanting in his heart, fast asleep, fast asleep, he hopes that the dream will appear again. It worked, and Wei Hui soon fell into the tender hometown she dreamed of.
Wei Hui hasn't come to work in the hospital for three days. The leaders in the hospital called many times, but the cell phone was turned off and no one answered the phone at home. Someone was sent to his house, shouting himself hoarse, and no one came out. Maybe he's not at home either.
In desperation, the hospital called the police and informed Wei Hui's parents.
The police opened the door of Wei Hui's bedroom and found that the door was locked from the inside. Moreover, Wei Hui's wallet, keys to his home and office, his mobile phone, etc. It's all on the table in the bedroom. The quilt on the bed is not folded properly. I knew at a glance that someone was sleeping, but I didn't know when that person got up, so I pulled the quilt aside. It seems that it hasn't moved since then. The security nets on doors, windows and balconies are all good, there are no signs of being pried, and there is no room.
In that case, that is to say, Wei Hui disappeared at home!
Colleagues in the hospital and neighbors next door can't provide any clues at all. Only Wei Hui's good friend Zhang said that Wei Hui called a few days before he disappeared. He seemed to want to ask some questions, but in the end he hesitated, made a few haha, and asked nothing. Zhang doesn't feel particularly strange about this. Wei Hui has always been such a person. Wei Hui's parents, who came from other places in a hurry, were even more puzzled and didn't know what was going on at all.
Wei Hui was noticed to collect antiques, but nothing was found. There is still the ancient painting hanging on that wall, and the girl in the painting is still smiling faintly, looking at everyone with extremely gentle and attractive eyes.
Wei Hui's disappearance became an unsolved case.
The police have no results or statements. Wei Hui's parents were so sad that they wanted to go back to their city, so they gave Zhang the key to Wei Hui's room and asked him to keep it in case Wei Hui came back one day. ...
Zhang Yaming often visits Wei Hui's bedroom. Although it is far from where he lives, it is also an obligatory thing.
Come and go, half a year passed, Wei Hui didn't come back, and the police didn't have any further news and progress.
One night, after drinking in a bar, he and his friend Zhang came out drunk. It was too late, and Zhang didn't go to bed when he returned to his residence. Fortunately, it is close to Wei Hui's residence. Zhang is going to sleep there for one night and get up tomorrow morning to help Wei Hui clean the room.
After taking a shower, Zhang lies on Wei Hui's bed. When she looked up, she saw the ancient painting. The girl in the picture is smiling, and her eyes are extremely gentle and seductive.
"What a sweet girl, if I can be with such a woman, ah …" Zhang turned off the bedside lamp when he was thinking about obscenity, and he soon fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Zhang was still thinking about the most obscene dream, in which he actually did something like that with the girl in the picture.
Zhang jumped out of bed and opened the curtain. He wants to have a closer look at this attractive painting in the sun.
In the bright light, Zhang found the strange background in the painting, those strange men! What a mismatch between this background and the girl in the picture. He was lucky enough to count the people in the painting, twenty-two, and there were twenty-two people in the painting. Looking closely, he found that the clothes worn by those men were of different times.
"People who draw pictures are good, but their ideas are nonsense!" Zhang said secretly, looking at the man in the photo as he spoke.
Suddenly a cold sweat emerged from Zhang. His hair stood on end and his back was cold. He tried to move, but he found that his whole body seemed stiff and could not move. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. That feeling is like a nightmare.
The faint smile of the girl in the painting has now turned into a mysterious and evil smile.
But Zhang can't see these at all. His eyes just stared at a place, a person in the background behind the girl, one of the men! A face he knows very well!
That face is Wei Hui who disappeared inexplicably six months ago!