Paintings of Terror

Zhao Yanbao looked at the "Dead Opinions on Corpses" placed on the table, and was silent for a long time. The whole figure was like a relief made of bluestone. Half of his thoughts were tolerated into the depths of the stone, and the other half of his thoughts protruded coldly, a kind of contradictory loss of soul. Sober.

Everyone had their own thoughts, but when the deceased Chi Lei's bones were not cold, no one was ashamed to say their thoughts immediately.

As the closest person to Chi Lei, Zhao Yanbao has the most say in morality.

Wei Dong feels uncomfortable. Although he has experienced too many deaths in his previous paintings, every time he sees living life disappear instantly, it still makes people feel desperate.

What makes people even more confusing is that the scarlet beast that everyone is trying to find is actually in the body of the dead. According to the Chinese tradition, this is a great disrespect for the dead. ——If this matter is on your own, you definitely don’t want others to take care of the remains of your close relatives and friends.

Mu Yiran broke his silence: "Although it was determined to be a death from a heart attack, we, as criminal police officers, still have to take a form to investigate the scene again. This is also the task of the police."

The tense and awkward atmosphere seemed to have been buffered, and Zhao Yanbao whispered: "Go."

Mu Yiran and Ke Xun entered Chi Lei's bedroom again, and the people waiting outside were slightly relaxed. Zhu Haowen whispered to several companions: "Would you like to drink something? There is coffee downstairs."

Several people stood up almost at the same time, but Zhao Yanbao was still standing there thinking about things, and everyone was inconvenient to disturb her, and they all went downstairs lightly.

No one was in the mood to drink at this time. Zhu Haowen called Qin Ci the first time, asked about what was happening there, and briefly talked about what was happening there before hanging up the phone.

Everyone's attention was on Zhu Haowen. Wei Dong couldn't help but ask first: "You just said that Zhichun committed suicide?"

"That's what Qin Ci said, saying that he cut his wrist with a scalpel. The time of death was between 1:00 and 3:00 in the morning." Zhu Haowen didn't think that the same time of death was a coincidence.

"Have you determined that you committed suicide? I remember that Zhichun and the painter lived in the same dormitory?" Luo Wei said suddenly.

"Forensic doctors and criminal police have been to the hospital scene, suicide is basically certain." Zhu Haowen poured a glass of water for everyone present. "It is said that this person was in a normal mood before going to bed. Although he was panicked about the unknown night, he did not show anything. Feeling desperate and disgusting with the world."

Zhichun and Chi Lei committed suicide with a scalpel, and the other died of a heart attack. The two died at about the same time.

Whether suicide or death from illness, these seem to have nothing to do with external forces-the old members have never experienced such a "natural" death in previous paintings.

"There must be something here, but we can't guess it." Wei Dong put his elbows on his knees, and his fingers crossed his hands. "At dinner yesterday, these two people behaved normally."

"Aren't you drunk last night?" Rowe asked.

"It's weird to get drunk. When I was in the restaurant, there was nothing wrong. I felt dizzy when I came out of the restaurant. I guess it might be because of spring. I have a pollen allergy." Weidong didn't get drunk. This matter is serious.

"Just now Qin Ci said on the phone that Yu Ji was also drunk and fell asleep early last night, so he didn't notice the abnormality of the night." Zhu Haowen said.

"I think it's useless to analyze these now," Xiao Qinxian finally couldn't help but said, looking at Zhu Haowen with inquiring eyes: "Did Dr. Qin mention the beast on the phone just now? Is there a pond on Zhichun's face? Spots like Lei? Did the forensic doctor give out the "Dead Opinions on the Corpse"?"

Everyone's eyes were on Zhu Haowen, as if Xiao Qinxian had just asked everyone embarrassed to ask.

Zhu Haowen still has no expression on his face: "Zhichun's situation is similar to Chi Lei's, and Qin Ci and the others are also waiting for everyone to meet to discuss solutions."

Xiao Qinxian's eyes flickered again: "In other words, there are beasts in him. This Zhichun came here alone? He should have no companions."

Xiao Qinxian's naked expression, on the contrary, was like a beast ready to grab the corpse of his companion.

Xiao Qinxian immediately said: "Just now Forensic Doctor Zhao also said that as long as we follow the principle of the minority obey the majority-since we are in this city, we should abide by the rules of this city. So forget it for now."

Lion also stated: "Oh, I don't think that is disrespect to the deceased. The beast in the body should be removed. Oh, I don't think that is a good thing."

Everyone was silent, from Lion's point of view, as if silently affirming his own statement.

Lion continued: "If this happens to Oh, Oh will donate the beast in her body without hesitation, Oh I believe Ni will do the same, right?!" Lion looked at Xiao Qinxian beside him.

Xiao Qinxian didn't know which expression to use for a while, after all, this assumption itself was very unlucky.

Suddenly a strange sound rang upstairs. Everyone carefully distinguished it and realized that it was actually Zhao Yanbao's cry.

Zhu Haowen took the lead to get up and walk towards the second floor, and people followed one after another. Zhao Yanbao was a tolerant person. Something must have happened just now that caused her to lose control like this.

Only Xiao Qinxian sat still with a irritated expression.

In the living room on the second floor, Zhao Yanbao leaned on the sofa, still whispering, Ke Xun looked around before taking out a tissue from under the coffee table and handing it to her.

"I don't believe she will commit suicide, there must be a conspiracy in it! This must be a conspiracy by painting! It was painting who killed her!" Zhao Yanbao's eyes were red with hatred.

Luo Wei frowned and looked at Zhao Yanbao, but did not speak.

Ke Xun explained to everyone: "When we checked the dormitory, we found Chi Lei's suicide note in the drawer."

"Suicide note?" Everyone was surprised, "So Chi Lei didn't have a heart attack..."

Ke Xun nodded slowly: "From the content of the suicide note, the deceased seems to have committed suicide."

The suicide note was placed on the table, and the whole piece of paper was packed in a transparent isolation bag, probably to protect fingerprints.

The suicide note is only a few lines, and the pen is very delicate--

Yan Bao, please forgive my waywardness, I just want to seal myself in the most beautiful and best time, just like amber.

The signature is four words: Chi Lei Juebi.

"Is this her word?" Mu Yiran also sat down on the sofa, beside Zhao Yanbao.

Zhao Yanbao nodded: "It was what she wrote. However, she has struggled out of the hands of death several times and never gave up easily. I don't believe that she will end her life in such a hurry. In a strange world."

"If it's really done by painting, maybe it's the way to confuse the soul?" Wei Dong was even glad that he was drunk last night-with his weak will, he would definitely be confuse early.

"But why did you choose these two people? There should be rules. As the difficulty deepens, it is impossible for the painting to arrange death like this." Zhu Haowen, who paid the most attention to the rules, said, "If you follow to confuse the soul According to the statement, then the selected deceased should have weak willpower, but this matter itself is difficult to determine."

Zhao Yanbao wiped away her tears with a tissue and raised her head in a very firm tone: "I never think that Chi Lei is a weak-willed person. She has struggled with illness for a long time, at least stronger than me."

Mu Yiran took a pen and paper to record some of the words just now. After Zhao Yanbao's mood stabilized a little, he continued to ask: "How was Chi Lei's state before going to bed last night? Have you said anything that impressed you? More profound words?"

Zhao Yanbao thought about it carefully: "The three of us came back down the street together last night. Chi Lei said the most. She said that although the world is weird, she really likes the spring here."

Zhu Haowen nodded as a witness.

"After returning to the detective office, the three of us briefly chatted on the sofa here, mainly to express our views on the scarlet beast." Zhao Yanbao wiped his eyes with a tissue, "Chi Lei said at the time, although she was a little scared, But she is still full of curiosity about the mysterious game that is about to unfold, and wants to be the one who waits until the end, so that she can see exactly what the whole board is going on."

In this way, Chi Lei had no reason to commit suicide.

Mu Yiran was doing the transcript silently, Ke Xun frowned, and could only continue to ask as a non-professional detective: "About the Scarlet Beast, what did Chi Lei talk about?"

"We didn't have a clue at the time. I remember Chi Lei saying that sometimes she seemed to understand what the heroine Yuezi did... After that, everyone got a little bit off topic and talked about feminist issues." Zhao Yanbao said.

Ke Xun looked at Zhu Haowen.

Zhu Haowen: "Yes, I have talked a lot about women's rights, and I have always advocated equal rights..."

"Why do you associate Yuezi with feminism? What is the turning point of this topic?" Mu Yiran asked.

The two of them thought about it in silence, and Zhao Yanbao bit her lip: "I remember thinking of "Aying" from "The Scarlet Beast". Everyone is still saying that if these protagonists change from women to men, they will be one A different story."

While Ke Xun was still wondering what was going on in "Aying", he heard Mu Yiran ask: "Why do you suddenly think of "Aying" and from which point did it turn to?"

"Chi Lei said that the beginning parts of these two works are too similar. They are all women's stigma due to gender." Zhao Yanbao said and looked at Zhu Haowen. "It seems that the book "The Scarlet Beast" was mentioned. Title page?"

Zhu Haowen also remembered something for a moment: "Yes, Chi Lei said that there was a strange sentence on the title page of the book, saying that there was a woman riding on a red beast. She thought it was a lifelong love for the heroine. Abstract description, but later it became more and more a symbol of female shame."

"Is there such a beast in the book "A Ying"?" Wei Dong interjected.

""Aying" is a movie. At the beginning of the film, Aying's mother was sentenced to a'wooden donkey' for committing adultery, and the torturer was Aying's father." Zhu Haowen explained.

Weidong: "..."

"This is just the association we had last night, because these two works show the deep powerlessness of women, and their resistance is also fantasy-like and unreal." Zhao Yanbao further said, "No matter what The punishment for the red beast or the wooden donkey seems to allude to the torture of female adultery."

"Aside from another work, let's just talk about "The Scarlet Beast". What the original words on the title page are, probably only those who have read this book will know." Mu Yiran said.

——When Xiao Qinxian slowly walked upstairs, everyone's eyes were on her.