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Zhang Qingsong gently stroked the woman's hand, "No need, it would be awkward if you went. I'll have dinner with him and talk about this matter over the table."

The next day, Zhang Chunxi waited for news from her brother at home, but there was no news from Zhang Qingsong until sunset. The woman felt vaguely uneasy, worried that he and his friends would have conflicts and disputes because of her.

Jingle Bell!

The phone at home rang, and Zhang Chunxi hurried to the living room to answer it, "Hello!"

"What? I'll be right there!"

The person who called was the hotel waitress, who informed her to go to the hotel to pick someone up, saying that Zhang Qingsong had an argument with someone in the hotel and was beaten unconscious.

The woman put on her coat and hurried to the restaurant.

Mei Ling'er's cold voice came faintly: "If you leave, Zhang Chunxi will be labeled as a man who eloped with a married woman and ruined the family's reputation."

It is also because of this that Zhang's parents never looked for their missing daughter.

Zhang Chunxi's face was covered with tears. The memory of that night was instantly stuffed into her mind. She raised her right hand tremblingly and pointed her index finger at Zhang Qingsong:

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Zhang Qingsong argued cunningly, "If I hadn't knocked you out that night, your paintings wouldn't be as famous as they are now. However, even if you haven't made any contributions over the years, you've worked hard. I can give you some financial compensation."

The man didn't feel he had done anything wrong and continued to talk to himself, "Even if you go out and tell others that those paintings were yours, no one will believe you."

"I will kill you!" Zhang Chunxi suddenly went crazy, picked up the knife in the kitchen and stabbed Zhang Qingsong.

Zhang Qingsong's sophistry stopped abruptly, and a stream of blood flowed down his arm.

The woman's face was ferocious. She pulled the knife out of his body and stabbed the other arm fiercely the next second. After stabbing, she pulled the knife out. She held the knife like chopping a tree, and swung it on the man's arm again and again.

Zhang Qingsong wailed in pain, but it did not relieve the physical torture at all.

Zhang Prajna stared with eyes wide open, admiring silently in her heart: She is indeed a mental patient, she can do such a crazy thing. She only dares to think but not to do it, because she is not like a mental patient who can be exempted from legal sanctions.

About five minutes later, Zhang Qingsong's arms became bloody and fleshy, and even the white bones could be seen.

With a clang,

The kitchen knife fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Chunxi wiped her face with her hand. She stared at her hand, the right hand that painted, the right hand that became Zhang Qingsong's accomplice.

"do not want!"

Seeing Zhang Chunxi holding the blade with his right hand, Zhang Prajna hurriedly stopped him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's also an accomplice." The woman exerted a little force, and a few more blood marks belonging to her were added to the blade.

"No!"

"She is you..."

"Don't even move!"

"Put your hands up!"

Before Zhang Prajna could finish her words, the righteous inspection uncles appeared and took them all away.

A month later, provincial psychiatric hospital.

Zhang Prajna sat on a bench and handed a peeled orange to Zhang Chunxi beside her. "I'm leaving next week to go abroad to find my child."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and glanced at him, then sighed softly, "You must take good care of your illness. Good days are waiting for you in the future. That bastard Zhang Qingsong was locked up, and you crippled his left and right hands. He's going to suffer in there."

"I used to... hope he'd die soon, but Master Ling said he could live to be over eighty. Now I hope God blesses him and lets him live to be a hundred!"

"Oh right! I came here today to tell you some good news. Look at my memory. I can't stop complaining about Zhang Qingsong. The paintings he stole from you have been recovered by the police and sent to a professional institution for appraisal, proving that they are indeed yours."

"All the money he earned from selling paintings over the years will be transferred to your name. And... after his theft was exposed, your work will be seen by more people, and more people will be interested in your work. After you recover from your illness, you can continue painting."

In the ward, a faint smell of disinfectant floated in the air. Zhang Chunxi had a peaceful smile on his face. The woman looked at the palm of her right hand. A long scar glowed a faint pink in the sunlight.

The woman took a deep breath and said with determination, "Okay, I will definitely continue painting after I'm discharged from the hospital."

In the live broadcast room, netizens were still focused on the bloody scene of Zhang Chunxi cutting flesh from Zhang Qingsong's arm. It was not until the video link was disconnected that everyone started posting comments.

[In the eyes of a psychopath, is there no difference between humans and animals?]

[What you said is true. Humans are already advanced animals.]

I heard from the elders in the village that a mentally ill woman chopped up her husband and used the flesh to make soup for her family.

[Yue… stop talking!]

……

Mei Ling'er took a sip of boiled water and said, "It's still early, let's draw the third destined person for tonight."

Rose petals rained down in the live broadcast room.

Three seconds later,

The destined person is born.

"Congratulations to [Koi Benli] for winning the lottery. I'm sending you the live broadcast connection request now, please check it out."

[What a lucky koi, I actually got Master Ling's fortune.]

【Looks like I need to change my nickname too! 】

[Isn't this my nickname, Earth?... If I'd known I'd get picked by giving it this name, I would have changed it long ago. I'm so smart, I used the wrong platform, wuwuwu...]

……

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw the nickname of the winner, they all started to post comments.

The video was quickly connected, and a round face appeared in the other half of the screen. The woman had two small dimples and looked very sweet when she smiled. She looked to be about forty years old, with faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Zhou Mo's clenched fists loosened at the same time, and the woman murmured, "It's done again..."

Mei Ling'er smiled slightly: "Hello, is there anything you want to settle?"

"Hello, Master Ling, my name is Zhou Mo."

"I won 10 million."

[While my own misfortune is detestable, my netizens' good fortune is even more heartbreaking.]

[The hard of hearing misheard and thought he was also hit. ]

I’m already planning how to spend it…

Verify your winning information, keep your ticket safe, and prepare your ID and bank card to claim your prize at the provincial lottery center (within 60 days of winning). Write your name and ID number on the back of the ticket. The staff will verify and issue the ticket. Take the prize claim slip to the bank to claim your prize.

[Great, this is the prize redemption process, we will win tonight! ]

……

When netizens in the live broadcast room saw this, they all started to post comments.

Mei Ling'er: "And then?"

“I want to share the money…”