Painting sorrow

Killed

　　Barcelona, Spain, is an ancient and prosperous city. At the end of Waterfan Street, there is a very old building. The owner of this building, who no longer lives here, rented it cheaply to the near-old Falcao Sins. Falcao Sins lives in the house with his 19-year-old grandson, Moses Sins. Moses' mother died suddenly of an accidental illness 10 years ago, and his father died four years ago due to excessive grief. Moses worked in an auto repair shop, and Falcao stayed at home all day, bored, and only felt a little relieved when his grandson came back in the evening.

　　On this day, the sun had set in the west, and Moses had not yet come home. Falcao was very worried and called the owner of the auto repair shop. The boss said that Moses had left the factory and went home an hour ago. The auto repair shop is only ten minutes away from home, why hasn't he been seen yet?

　　As night fell, Farkauer pricked up his ears and listened intently, hoping to hear the horn of his grandson's car, but he didn't come back all night. In the early morning, the doorbell suddenly rang.

　　"Excuse me, does Moses Sins live here? We're from the police station." A young police officer with a high-spirited expression stood at the door and said solemnly.

　　"Yes, yes, he, he is my grandson. What's the matter? Did something happen to him?"

　　"Your grandson Moses was murdered. We found his body by the sea and his ID card on him, so we found him. Please come with us and identify him."

　　Falcao stumbled into a room with the police. When the police lifted the white cloth covering a wooden bed in the center of the room, Falcao could no longer control himself, and he felt that the world was spinning: it was really Moses!

　　"Who killed my grandson? Who is who..." Falcao murmured.

　　At this time, a sheriff came over and asked Falcao some questions, and finally said, "Mr. Falcao, does your grandson drive to work?"

　　"Yes, he has a Jinbao sedan, 80% new, the car number is BIC4041."

　　The sudden sadness made Falcao suddenly haggard, and he returned to his residence with his grandson's watch and other relics indifferently.

　　Trap

　　A few days later, Falcao, who was still mourning, went shopping in the supermarket and was about to cross the wide road. Suddenly, a light gray Mercedes-Benz sedan passed by him quickly and wiped him a little. He staggered and fell to the ground.

　　The car came to a sudden stop seven or eight meters away from him. The door was pushed open, and a very stylishly dressed young woman, in her 30s, was very charming. She came to Falcao's side, slender waist bent slightly, and asked with concern, "Sir, does the fall hurt?"

　　As the young woman spoke, she gently lifted Falcao up, chattering and complaining. Then, she dragged Falcao into her car and said, "Sir, let me take you to the hospital!"

　　Falcao rubbed his waist a few times and felt that it was much better than before, so he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, you don't need to go to the hospital."

　　"Well, sir, I'll send you home," the young woman said sincerely.

　　Falcao told her the address, so the young woman drove Falcao to the house in the car and helped him into the house.

　　"Sir, my name is Krishlin. I will come to see you in a few days." After stopping for a while, the young woman said goodbye.

　　Since then, Quislin has come to visit Falcao every day or two, bringing some nutritious food each time. The two gradually became familiar. One day, Quislin, who was dressed up, suddenly fell into Falcao's arms, hugged his already fat body tightly, and said **: "Falcao, I like you, I want to marry you."

　　Falcao was stunned! He was more than 30 years apart from Queslin, and it was more than enough to be her father. Moreover, he was destitute, and thinking of this, Falcao hurriedly pushed her away and murmured, "No, no, Queslin, don't do this, don't do this, I, I have nothing."

　　Quislin looked at him blankly, with tears in her eyes, and sincerely expressed her feelings.

　　It turned out that Quislin had been married twice. The first time was to a man of her own age. However, after two years, the young man who liked to flirt with flowers got tired of her and went looking for a new love. After that, she married a millionaire in her twenties. But the millionaire completely treated her as a plaything and abused her at will. In the end, the millionaire gave her a beautiful villa and abandoned her.

　　"Mr. Falcao, I know you have no money and you are old. But what's the use of more money? What's the use of being young? Young men and men with more money are dangerous to women. I just want to live in peace and security. If you don't dislike it, we can live together in my villa." Queslin said, hugging Falcao tightly with emotion. Falcao looked at Queslin blankly, and he smelled the strong perfume and intoxicating body odor on Queslin's body. He knew it was all real, not a dream.

　　Falcao obediently moved to Queslin's villa and lived with her according to Queslin's arrangement.

　　This afternoon, there was a sound of car horns outside. Queslin heard the sound and walked to the window, looked down, hurriedly walked out of the room, and went downstairs.

　　Falcao went to the window, looked down, and saw a red car parked by the lawn, and a man in his 30s, wearing a tight black jacket, was leaning against the door of the car. Queslin stepped forward, the two muttered for a while, and the man got into the car and drove away.

　　After a while, Quislin went back upstairs again, with a faint look of nervousness on her face.

　　After dinner, Falcao rested on the sofa. Quislin brought a steaming cup of coffee and carefully placed it on the coffee table beside him.

　　Then, Quislin went into the bathroom and undressed to take a shower. However, she looked a little uneasy, and kept sticking her neck through the frosted glass of the bathroom to look at Falcao, who was lying faintly.

　　Falcao turned sideways, trying to reach for the coffee cup. At this moment, Queslin's puppy, Sammy, happened to run over and touched it. The coffee cup fell on the thick carpet. Sammy ran over and licked the coffee on the carpet eagerly. Suddenly Sammy shook her head sharply, lingered uneasily on the carpet, and screamed a few times. After that, he fell down on the carpet, with DiDi blood overflowing from his nostrils and corners of his mouth.

　　Falcao looked at the dead Sammy in horror, opened his mouth wide, and trembled all over. At this time, Quislin came out after taking a shower. Seeing this situation, she was slightly startled, and immediately returned to normal.

　　"Sammy, it, it's dead..." Falcao said in horror.

　　Quislin glanced at the coffee cup that fell on the ground, then leaned over indifferently to pick up Sammy and throw it into the trash can downstairs.

　　At night, Falcao lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. What had just happened was so terrifying, he thought to himself, why did Sammy die suddenly? It must be poisonous in the coffee. Could it be that Queslin wanted to poison me? The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. He must flee this place of right and wrong immediately. He nudged Queslin lightly, and saw that she was motionless. So he quietly rolled over and got out of bed, tiptoed his clothes, walked out, and fled back to his old house.

　　Reason

　　Why did Quislin murder the penniless Falcao?