Paintings of Terror

The night seemed extraordinarily long.

"It's weird for Dongzi to get drunk, and Yu Ji. If the amount of alcohol is poor, he probably won't take the initiative to drink beer." Ke Xun and Mu Yiran have turned off their lights and lie down. Both of them lost their interest in wearing uniforms and "sleeping well" in bed, and now each lay on their own single iron frame single bed.

"At least alcohol is equal to people who have redness and those who don't have redness." Mu Yiran's voice was particularly comfortable to listen to in the dark, which reminded me of the snow-white magnolia tree in the middle of the night.

"Well, Dongzi is not red, Yu Ji is red, and both of them are drunk as soon as they get drunk." Ke Xun couldn't figure it out. "Anyway, let's not get drunk anymore, just in case."

"These newcomers have some elusive things on their bodies," Mu Yiran looked at the faint moonlight outside the window, "such as Xiao Qinxian, such as Su Benxin - I thought Su Benxin would have red marks."

"why?"

"No basis, intuition."

"That woman should have a story," Ke Xun turned over. "I have a chance to inquire with Lion."

"Ok."

"Have you read that book? "The Scarlet Beast"." Ke Xun found that the two had never talked about reading experiences or the like.

"No," Mu Yiran said frankly, "I have seen this writer's "Golden Pavilion" and "Masked Confession"."

"Oh." Ke Xun paused for a while, "It turns out that Yi Ran also read the book of awakening."

"Masked Confession" is a kind of awakening of Mishima Yukio's sexual orientation, Ke Xun has heard many insiders talk about it.

"Actually, "Golden Pavilion" is better." Mu Yiran paused when he said that, and suddenly realized that he couldn't tell how good this work is. It seems that what he had previously confirmed has changed-the ultimate beauty, the ultimate The good, the ultimate, the ultimate, are no longer that attractive.

In my heart, something like dust that was once insignificant, I don't know when it became full and abundant, and existed as plainly as oxygen.

It is the best place in the world to have a place for one's body and heart. Even in a painting.

The night in the painting passed quietly, like a huge hourglass full of black sand.

...

Early in the morning, the harsh telephone ringing awakened everyone, and the old-fashioned telephone rings often had the courage to tear the sky apart.

On the other end of the phone was Qin Ci's voice, short and deep: "Something happened to Zhichun."

Ke Xun: "We will rush over at once."

People in the other two rooms also rushed into this room. Obviously, they were all attracted by the ringing of the phone. Ke Xun put down the receiver and was about to say, "Let’s go to the central hospital first." Who knew that the phone rang again with a deafening ring. , Shocked people, Ke Xun hurriedly picked up, this time his voice was as expressionless as his master: "Chi Lei is dead."

It was Zhu Haowen who called, Ke Xun: "I see, there is something wrong with Zhichun at the hospital."

Zhu Haowen: "Zhao Yanbao reported to the police as soon as possible. The other party said that the criminal police and forensic doctors would be here soon."

...

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran were criminal policemen, Xiao Qinxian and Lion were forensic doctors, and Weidong was temporarily transferred from the household registration department. Several people were arranged to immediately rush to the cocoon detective office.

When Chu Zhiyong arranged these tasks, Luo Wei stood aside. Since the old policeman did not ask him to evade, he just listened.

Chu Zhiyong turned a blind eye to Luo Wei. This kind of blindness was not the kind of people who regarded people as air, but - Luo Wei, an outsider, would probably be surprised no matter where he appeared.

The man who led the new policemen was actually a forensic doctor in his 40s whose surname was Zhao.

Forensic Zhao is thin and says less, more often he walks silently behind everyone.

A group of seven quickly rushed to the cocoon detective office, and in front of them was a uniquely designed garden villa with the bedroom on the second floor.

Zhu Haowen was already waiting at the door of the villa. He was not surprised by the arrival of several companions in police uniforms: "Zhao Yanbao discovered this morning. He knocked on the door and asked Chi Lei to have breakfast. No one responded, so we opened the door. Go in."

Xiao Qinxian first asked: "How did people die?"

Xiao Qinxian's face was pale, and since she heard that someone had died in the morning, her face had been pale as a wall.

"It can't be seen on the surface, Zhao Yanbao said that she has had a bad heart since she was a child, and maybe she had an illness last night." Zhu Haowen has led everyone to the second floor.

The decoration of the whole office is very elegant, the color is the elegant gentleman Morandi color, full of all kinds of pure white khaki and high-grade gray.

There are exactly three bedrooms, as if they were arranged in advance for the three “workers” who stayed in.

Zhao Yanbao stood in front of the door of the middle dormitory, his eyes were reddish, and he seemed to have just cried: "When I found out, I was cold."

Forensic Doctor Zhao had put on his forensic outfit neatly, and led the two "disciples" into the room first.

Ke Xun and a few people avoided the door for the time being, sitting on the long-grey couch with cold wind.

I don't know if it was because of the accident or the layout of the room, everyone felt a little cold on their body, the kind of cold that was worse than the coldness of spring.

"Aren't you cold at night?" Wei Dong fastened the shirt button on the top of the police uniform and looked at Zhao Yanbao who was standing aside. He felt that it was impolite to complain about the temperature now, so he added: "Listen People who say they have a bad heart are very afraid of the cold."

Zhu Haowen turned on the central air conditioner with a remote control: "The air conditioner has been turned on in Chi Lei's room last night, and the temperature is still this morning."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Mu Yiran asked Zhao Yanbao: "Her heart problem has always been serious?"

Zhao Yanbao lowered her eyes, and did not look at Mu Yiran: "She has been in poor health since she was a child and had congenital heart disease. She had been rescued because of a sudden illness before, but she was all pulled back from death..."

It was the first time I met several old members to die in a painting.

After a while, Forensic Doctor Zhao walked out of the room and took off his mask and gloves: "The deceased died of heart failure. It is estimated that the time of death was about 1:00~3:00 in the morning."

"Did she walk in pain at the time?" Zhao Yanbao asked.

Forensic Zhao did not answer. He didn't know if he was unclear or he didn't want to say. He only said one sentence: "Please be sorry."

Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say, let alone how to comfort Zhao Yanbao.

Xiao Qinxian's complexion was a little more ruddy than just now, probably because he understood the cause of Chi Lei's death, but it was reassuring-birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, at least not because of some evil accident.

Forensic Zhao took out a stack of documents from his briefcase: "As the relatives and friends of the deceased, several of you need to collectively sign the final "Dead Disposal Opinion"."

Zhao Yanbao took these documents with some doubts, looked at the densely packed text on them, and was not in the mood to read on: "What does this mean? Could you please say something briefly?"

"To put it simply, it means not to take the beast. This requires the 11 of you to reach a final opinion with a minority obeying the majority." Forensic Zhao's expression was calm, as if he was explaining ordinary business affairs.

"Get the beast?" Zhao Yanbao suspected that he had misheard, "What do you mean?"

"There is a beast in her body, which can be taken out or buried with the beast. We respect your choice." Forensic Zhao said.

"In the body? There is a beast in the body?" It was Xiao Qinxian who expressed shock this time, "How did you know that there was a beast in her body?"

"Her body already shows the red beast, right on her forehead. Didn't you see it just now?"

Xiao Qinxian whispered, "I didn't dare to take a closer look just now..."

Just as everyone was horrified, Mu Yiran briefly read the "Dead Opinions on Corpses": "It is mentioned here that the beast can be kept in the body forever, or it can be taken out for collection by the family, and it can also be donated to the father-I I want to know, what exactly is the beast in the legal context? An organ? A fruit? Or is it a commodity that is materialized?"

Law Doctor Zhao asked, "Are you just here in Xincheng?"

Wei Dong whispered: "I only came yesterday."

Fayi Zhao nodded thoughtfully: "The beast is a unique existence in our heart city. If you find it difficult to understand, then you might as well imagine it as a placenta. When a pregnant woman gives birth, the placenta also needs family members. Those who come to agree can be taken away by the family or left to the hospital. It’s not difficult to understand, it’s that simple."

But everyone feels that this is not that simple, especially the fact that one has a beast in his body is unacceptable.

Forensic Zhao’s task seems to have been completed. He was about to leave. Before leaving, he looked at the two "colleagues" who were wearing white coats like him, and then said: "Isn't your task just to find animals? Off the shelf."

"But..." Xiao Qinxian opened his mouth for a long time and didn't say anything.

"Don't worry, the scars after taking the beasts will be made seamless and will not affect the appearance." Forensic Zhao's focus is never on the same frequency as everyone. He patted Lion on the shoulder: "You will have a lot of work in the follow-up. Go ahead."

Lion's expression was a little dazed: "Oh...what else do you have to do?"

"You two are in the same profession."

"What kind of business?" Lion shrugged, "Oh just a photographer, what can I do?"

"Take photos of the deceased," Forensic Zhao looked at Xiao Qinxian calmly, "You come to design her clothes, unmarried girls, must dress beautifully."

Xiao Qinxian's face was white again: "I, I'm a wedding dress designer."

Forensic Doctor Zhao is not surprised: "This is also the old rule of our heart city. When an unmarried person dies, he must wear a wedding dress. You can design her wedding dress."

"..."

After explaining all this, Zhao Forensic doctor picked up his briefcase and left in a hurry.

No one sent him off, Xiao Qinxian suddenly thought of something, and chased down the stairs with a pale face: "Wait, wait a minute!"

Forensic Zhao stopped in the lobby on the first floor, and saw this thin girl chasing in front of him, her eyes gleaming with light that she didn't have just now: "How heavy is the beast in the dead? How many catties does it weigh? ?!"

"This is unknown, and it is impossible to predict even when the gods come," Forensic Zhao smiled and shook his head. "To make an inappropriate metaphor, it is like betting on a rock. No one knows how many emeralds are in it. "