Xia Yang had painted the red raincoat on the art teacher, and now he wanted to capture Situ An's soul with his brush and keep it, although he had died in the black and white obituary photo, life after death was much happier and more fulfilling than before.
With chains piercing through his body, Situ An had no possibility of resistance; he had to endure immense pain even to lift his head and could only let Xia Yang paint him.
"You two..." Situ An observed Gao Ming and Xia Yang and suddenly noticed something, "Are you the same person? Gao Ming, you are another Gao Ming!"
"How did you figure it out?" Teacher Xia stopped his painting hand, "That's right, I am the most authentic him, all the dirty things he doesn't want to do are left to me. After the killings and madness, he will still sever ties with me, blaming all the wrongs on the former me."
