Luo Liang's smile froze on his face.

In the police room, the middle-aged couple and police officers all had their smiles on their faces.

because.

The woman in the painting, with a very beautiful figure, tears shone from the corners of her eyes, holding a short blade similar to a dagger in her hand, stabbing into her chest, and blood flowed.

Even if the style is abstract and blurry.

Everyone felt an inexplicable tragic and painful feeling.

Luo Liang was shocked and couldn't believe it.

He stared at the beautiful woman in the painting, but he couldn't recognize who it was.

It's indeed a bit familiar.

But I feel that Mengyao, who is close to him, is a bit similar to her current relationship.

No, right? No?

If Li Wenwen really has the ability to predict, wouldn’t it be that some woman I will end up with?

Luo Liang felt it was a bit irritating, but he couldn't ignore it completely.

He was going to ask Xiaochu for inquiries, even if it was a fee consultation.

But Li Wenwen is still continuing to paint, further painting the situation around the teenager and the beauties.
Chapter completed!