Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

"What's the matter?" Yu Meng asked, her voice equally clear and ethereal.

"I want to ask about Zhang Shiwen." Yuan Fugui explained his purpose.

"This person has been expelled from our art academy." As he spoke, Yu Meng's face and tone showed disgust.

"Why fire him?"

"I don't really want to say it."

"Ms. Yu Meng, we are currently investigating a murder case. This case may be related to Zhang Shiwen, but Zhang Shiwen has been missing for a month, probably when he left your art academy. I hope you can cooperate with the police."

"murder?"

"Yes." Yuan Fugui thought of something, "Ms. Yu Meng, do you know that Zhang Shiwen knows a dwarf? Or have you seen a dwarf?"

"Dwarf?" Yu Meng shook his head, "I don't know such a person."

"Then why was Zhang Shiwen expelled from the Art Academy?"

"This person." Yu Meng sighed, "He eats everything he eats."

she says:

About four years ago, Zhang Shiwen came to the art academy to work as a promotion manager.

He has a good resume and has experience working with multiple brands. I offered him a monthly salary of [-] yuan and left all external affairs to him.

I trusted him, but he actually used my name to get kickbacks from outside.

It was okay to just take a little, but he seemed very dissatisfied and took more and more. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and fired him.

"This is the situation." After Yu Meng finished speaking, he took out a slender cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

She took out her lighter and lit it. The hands were shaking slightly.

Yuan Fugui saw it in his eyes. This was a person's instinctive reaction to being nervous.

It seems that there is something wrong with this Yu Meng. Yuan Fugui thought.

She asked, "Have you seen Zhang Shiwen again this month?"

"No, is there anything else? I'm quite busy."

"No problem for now."

"Okay, then I'll get to work."

After Yu Meng finished speaking, he walked to an easel in the hall. There was a white canvas on it and a brush washer on the ground.

Yu Meng sat on a chair, took out a pen, smoked a cigarette, thought for a while, dipped in paint, and started painting.

However, her hands were shaking really hard, and even though she was controlling it, the paint that had just been stained on the painting still dripped.

Ruined, destroyed again. Yu Meng lowered his head in despair, and the paint from his brush dripped on the ground.

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Leaving Yu Meng's studio, Mu Feng saw Yuan Fugui out of the art academy.

There were two women standing at the door of the art academy. One was the female psychiatrist of the art academy, and the other was a 19-year-old girl named Chen Ling.

Chen Ling was holding a box in her hands, and she was still crying.

Today is the day when Chen Ling leaves the art academy.

She has been studying painting here for five years. However, due to the economic crisis, her wealthy father suddenly went bankrupt. She could no longer afford the expensive tuition and had to leave.

"I really want to learn painting from Teacher Yu Meng." Chen Ling said.

The psychiatrist continued to comfort him. But there is no choice.

Although it is said that learning painting requires talent, it is enough for this art academy to have only one talented painter, and that is Yu Meng.

Just imagine, how can a talented female painter tolerate a second genius in her eyes?

Yu Meng opened a painting academy and recruited students for the purpose of monetary transactions.

Yu Meng needs the tuition fees from these students, tens of millions per year, to maintain the expenses of the art academy.

At the same time, she needs the parents of these students to use financial resources to continuously improve her reputation.

And when she teaches students, she just imparts some superficial knowledge.

If you don’t have money, you have to leave. This is very realistic.

At this moment, Chen Ling was crying and waiting for a taxi. It was very difficult to get a taxi on this mountain.

Yuan Fugui walked over and said, "I happen to be driving here, can I give you a ride?"

She took out her police officer ID card, and Chen Ling put down his guard. After thinking about it, she got into Yuan Fugui's sports car.

As the car drove towards the road down the mountain, Chen Ling kept sobbing intermittently, and Yuan Fugui didn't comfort her. She didn't know how to comfort people, so she played a few songs.

The car just drove down the mountain.

Chen Ling got out of the car to express her gratitude. A strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing the drawings in the sketchbook in the cardboard box Chen Ling was holding into the air.

The paintings she once created day and night floated in the sky, just like the hard work all over the sky was ruthlessly blown away by the wind.

Chen Ling put down the box and picked up the paintings, and Yuan Fugui helped pick them up.

Yuan Fugui picked up a sketch on the ground and was suddenly stunned.

This sketch is both realistic and abstract.

What can be seen in the painting is a mountain with many cross tombstones standing on it. The tone of the painting is very depressing.

But only the realism of the people in the painting brings a touch of warmth.

There are two people in this sketch, one is a very elegant woman with wavy hair, and a little boy is sitting next to the woman.

The little boy was sitting in front of the cross tombstones, drawing attentively. The woman watched.

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Yuan Fugui handed the sketch back to Chen Ling.

"Thank you." Chen Ling said.

"Is the woman in this sketch Yu Meng?"

"Yeah." Chen Ling looked at the painting, as if he was reminded of the sad incident of leaving the painting academy.

"When was this painting created?"

"four years ago."

Chen Ling recalled the creation process of this painting:

Four years ago, a dozen students from the art academy followed Yu Meng to a small mountain village to collect scenery.

But there was a funeral in this village, and a bunch of people were invited to cry in front of the tomb.

Weeping at graves is a tradition in mountain villages.

When a family dies, they will spend money to invite some people to come, wear sackcloth and mourning, and cry in front of the grave of the deceased.

Four years ago, Chen Ling saw this scene and was inspired.

She sat on the grass, took out her sketchbook, and drew a row of crosses, like a cemetery. She tried to create an abstract sense of depression in the face of death in the painting.

While painting, Chen Ling saw Yu Meng sitting on a tree.

She admired Teacher Yu Meng very much, so she also drew Yu Meng, using realistic expression techniques.

"But who is the little boy in this painting?" Yuan Fugui asked.

In the painting, there is a little boy sitting under the tree who is also painting.

"I do not know him."

Chen Ling had an impression of this scene. She said that the boy seemed to be from that small mountain village and was invited to mourn the grave.

Chen Ling only saw the boy sitting under the tree and drawing after crying at the grave. At that time, Yu Meng walked over and watched the boy draw.

Chen Ling felt that this scene was very warm, so she recorded it in a realistic way, resulting in this painting that combines abstraction and realism.

"What happened after that? Have you seen this boy again?" Yuan Fugui asked.

"No." Chen Ling shook his head, "After collecting the wind, a group of us left."

At this time, a taxi came. Chen Ling thanked Yuan Fugui again and got in the car.

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Watching Chen Ling drive away in a taxi, Yuan Fugui's heart skipped a beat.

She felt that everything that happened today was not simple. She felt that there was some secret hidden in this painting academy. She couldn't tell what it was specifically, it was just her intuition.

She intuitively believed that there was something wrong with Yu Meng.

This one is built on the top of a mountain. M Painting Academy, which is like a fairy tale castle, is not far from the place where the crime occurred and the body was dumped.

And what caused all the associations in Yuan Fugui's mind to collide was the sketch created by Chen Ling unintentionally.

The woman in the painting is Yu Meng, so who is the boy crying at the grave in the painting?

Maybe - not a boy, but a dwarf!