The Book of Death by Heart Poison

Because of the influence he received from Yilong when he was young, Yiming has a strong interest in painting. Among the customers of "Wild" craft shop are people who are good at painting, and they will most likely use household saws to make picture frames.

Reminiscent of Yi Ming's brutal artistic sense when it was placed in Xingyue Lane, Hua Chong immediately made a decision to investigate this group of customers in detail.

Zhuang Prize runs an art exchange center.

This place has a big name, but it is actually just a small art institution. On the one hand, it accepts unknown painters for consignment and takes a cut from them. On the other hand, it holds painting training classes, accepting students of different levels—basically children.

When Xu Xiaozhou approached him, he was introducing the works in the store to a middle-aged customer, and he was boasting.

Those who are not well-known at all are said to be the works of potential newcomers. The masters have seen them and said they have a bright future. Buying them back will definitely increase in value. Isn’t buying paintings these days not only for appreciation but also for investment? Buying one with a large appreciation potential will make you a lot of money in the future Well;

Those with a little bit of fame are considered masterpieces, and you can’t buy them at this price anywhere in the market. The reason why he can sell them so cheaply here is because he has a personal relationship with the painter himself.

The client is just a layman who knows nothing about art. The purpose of buying the painting is very simple, and he takes it back to decorate the soon-to-open Internet celebrity style restaurant.Bewildered by the grand prize, he not only bought three paintings back, but also said that he would send his children to learn painting.

Zhuang Prize rubbed his hands and smiled broadly.

Xu Xiaozhou was a little speechless.

He has been chasing the line of "wildness" for a while. Most of the paintings here are copies, and some are student works, with low artistic value.But Zhuang Prize, the boss, knows how to brag, and the business is actually pretty good.

Knowing that the person who came was a policeman, Zhuang Prize was startled, he stopped rubbing his hands, and said nervously: "Police, police? What happened? Is this a small business? I have never done anything. Do something illegal!"

Xu Xiaozhou knew that this was not the case when he saw Zhuang Award's dodging appearance.This skinny man must have done something shameful, otherwise he wouldn't be so afraid of the police.

"Why are you shivering?" Xu Xiaozhou asked.

Zhuang Prize immediately straightened his back, but he was still trembling, "No, not trembling."

At this time, a group of parents passed by with their children on their hands, casting inquiring gazes—the middle painting get out of class is over, and students from other classes will come out after a while.

Zhuang Prize usually pays most attention to maintaining the image of himself and the organization. He is afraid that any negative incidents will affect his money, so he quickly takes Xu Xiaozhou to an empty room next to him, wipes off his sweat, and smiles awkwardly: "There are many parents outside. You know that parents are the easiest to think wildly, so if you have any questions, just ask me here."

Xu Xiaozhou observed Zhuang Prize for a while, thought about it in his mind, and felt that although the other party was a "wild" client and an art practitioner, he did not fit the criminal profile.

Just at that moment, it can be seen that Zhuang Prize is keen on making money, and he has fallen into the eye of money. If he fails to achieve what he wants, he will say otherwise. Corpse?

The suspect in the profile is a person who thinks he is talented but has never been appreciated. He suffers from the fact that his hard work is not recognized and his efforts are not rewarded accordingly. He feels that he has dedicated everything to art, and art has given him What he has is poverty—perhaps not material poverty, but spiritual lack of praise.The long-term depression made his psychological burden heavier and heavier, and eventually led to abnormality.

This was sorted out by Hua Chong during the meeting, and Xu Xiaozhou agreed very much.

"Have you ever bought processed wood in the 'wild' craft store?" Xu Xiaozhou asked.

Zhuang Prize probably didn't expect the police to ask him this, he was stunned for a moment, "'wild'? Ah, yes, I have bought it several times."

"What are they all used for?"

"Make a picture frame."

Xu Xiaozhou said, "Take me to have a look."

"It's this kind of picture frame." Zhuang Prize was very reluctant to take the police to the painting display area, where there were customers, but he had no choice but to explain reluctantly, "'wild' wood has been artistically processed , I think it is very good, and it matches our style very well, and it can be used after taking it back and DIY."

When Xu Xiaozhou looked at those paintings, none of them were amazing works, and some of them didn't even have artistic sense of frame.Each picture frame is different, each has its own style, it doesn't look like it was made by the same person.

Xu Xiaozhou asked: "Who DIYed it?"

"We." Zhuang Prize said, "I have hired a professional master."

"Really?" Xu Xiaozhou tapped on one of the picture frames, "Each one is unique?"

Zhuang Prize opened his mouth for a long time, "No, police officer, what do you want to know? Some of our picture frames are made by masters, and some are made by painters themselves. We who are engaged in art are sometimes very paranoid and like to control everything Some painters feel that the frame is part of the painting, so they make it themselves.”

Xu Xiaozhou's eyes gradually became sharper, "Did they get the wood from you, and then go back to make the picture frame?"

Zhuang Prize thought for a while, then nodded, "At first they didn't take the wood from me, but later they thought my wood was fine, so they took it all from me. What's wrong with the wood?"

Xu Xiaozhou stared at him, "Do you know the half of the mystery?"

"Of course I know!" Zhuang Prize blurted out.Perhaps no one in Fenglan City is unaware of this case.

Xu Xiaozhou threw out a clue half-truthfully, "The murderer may have used this kind of wood."

"Ah?" Zhuang Prize was stunned for a moment, and he said after a long time: "You, don't you doubt me? I do business honestly. If you want to check, you should check 'wild'! Impossible not Maybe, you are mistaken, I am definitely not a murderer, and my painter here cannot be a murderer!"

Of course "wild" has been investigated, and most of the customers on the "wild" list have also been investigated. Xu Xiaozhou didn't bother to explain the police's investigation process, and asked: "You said you were not the murderer. I understand that. You said I will make a picture frame for you. The master is not a murderer, I can barely understand, after all, people are your employees here. But why do you guarantee those painters? You know them well?"

"I... no, oh I..." Zhuang Prize was so anxious that he broke out in sweat, "I'm not guaranteeing it, but I don't want them to have an accident! If one of them kills someone, how much will it affect my shop? Huh? Parents are willing to send their children here? Am I still in business?"

Xu Xiaozhou was hit by the cannon, and interrupted the award with a frown, "Okay, don't complain, you know who took your wood, right? You must know who is consigned by you, so give them all." I'll find it."

When Zhuang Award gave the list, he obviously hesitated. Seeing Xu Xiaozhou staring at him, he suddenly sighed, "I have a secret in this shop, and you all came to check me. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it out. Why don't I say it myself..."

Xu Xiaoyi became angry when he heard it on Monday, "What are you trying to tell me?"

Zhuang Prize said: "Aren't I afraid? Some of the paintings in my store are not original, but copied by other artists. You can find out when you check. But this has nothing to do with me, and I didn't encourage anyone."

Xu Xiaozhou was quite speechless. In the art creation industry, plagiarism is a big problem, but their special operations team is here to investigate murders and can't take care of other things.However, when Zhuang Prize carefully printed out the list, Xu Xiaozhou was careful and asked Zhuang Prize to circle the names of the plagiarists.

"What do you want to do?"

"You just do it."

Hua Chong took the list with the red circle and patted Xu Xiaozhou on the shoulder, "The analysis is good."

Xu Xiaozhou said: "Flower team, do you think other people are more likely to commit crimes?"

Hua Chong nodded, "Those in the red circle also need to be investigated, but the focus is on other people. Objectively speaking, creators who plagiarize other people's works, although they are also unsuccessful people, they cannot gain a sense of recognition and praise with their own works, so Putting hope on other people's works. But in fact, since they made the decision to plagiarize, they have already given up the character and pursuit that an art creator should have, and the murderer... no, it is not necessarily the murderer, the corpse dismemberer He also tried to use Yi Ming to present his alternative creative ideas. By the way, have all the works of that institution been photographed?"

"Yeah." Xu Xiaozhou put the tablet on the table, "It's all here."

Hua Chong said: "Thank you for your hard work, let me take a look first."

Zhuang Prize is now a businessman, but he also studied art in the past and worked as a teacher in college. Later, he felt that being a teacher could not make a lot of money, so he resigned and set up an art center.He was doing well in the circle, some well-known painters were willing to put one or two paintings on him as a facade, but most of them were little-known little artists.

These people are also Hua Chong's key suspects.

Xu Xiaozhou has already led people to investigate, which is another time-consuming and police-intensive job.But everyone's fighting spirit was high, the case was investigated to this point, the outline of the suspect had gradually become clear, and the city bureau made every effort and vowed to find him out.

Hua Chong skipped over those well-known painters and plagiarized writers, and set his eyes on other "little people", flipping through pictures one by one.

He doesn't understand painting, and he doesn't usually appreciate art.When he was still in Los Angeles last year, Liu Zhiqin asked someone to get two VIP tickets for a classical concert, and invited him to experience the baptism of music, which can be regarded as an appointment on a rare rest day.

He was still in high spirits when he went out. Before he went out, he picked out a suit that he couldn't usually wear, he even scratched his hair with styling water, put on the watch, looked in front of the mirror for a long time, and even asked Liu Zhiqin if he was It's time to wear a bow tie.

However, less than 10 minutes into the concert, he couldn’t sit still, because he really couldn’t appreciate it and wanted to leave. The master was playing on the stage, and he was so hungry that he started to play in his stomach. , I just had an idea at the time, and hurriedly ended and went to eat roast duck.

Liu Zhiqin next to him listened very attentively, and the people around him seemed to be very attentive.He moved in his seat, feeling that he disturbed the artistic atmosphere.

So I had to endure it, anyway, a VIP seat, whether it was leaving the venue midway or moving around, was too disrespectful.

Later, he endured it and fell asleep. He slept fairly well. If you didn't look into his eyes, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was asleep, and you would think he was intoxicated.

When it was over, Liu Zhiqin laughed at him all the way, and he was annoyed, so he choked back, saying that the concert was not a place for them to date.

"Why not?" Liu Zhiqin said, "You sleep so peacefully so that I can observe you."

Only then did he realize that Liu Zhiqin wasn't paying attention when he was listening, so he actually peeked at him while he was sleeping.

Liu Zhiqin said: "It's not just peeking, I even kissed you secretly."

He didn't believe this anymore, that was the VIP seat at the concert, and Liu Zhiqin wouldn't be there.

Brother Xiaoliu has quality.

It is one thing not to know how to appreciate art, but another to analyze the creator's inner world through works of art.The latter Hua Chong happens to be very good at.

There are more than 700 works taken by Xu Xiaozhou, excluding plagiarized works and famous works, there are more than 600 works, the quality is uneven, and many of them are the works of elementary school students in Hua Chong's view.

When turning to the 310th picture, Hua Chong suddenly stopped, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The overall tone of this painting is gray and white, like the mist in a winter morning, but there seems to be something hidden in the mist.The moment he saw it, Hua Chong had the urge to tear it apart.

But obviously, a person outside the painting can't tear the painting, and the shadow in the painting seems to be struggling, and it can't tear the painting either.

Below the painting, the signature is: Nuxe.

Hua Chong touched his chin.

Compared with the previous works that used blood, darkness, eyes, limbs and other elements to enhance the horror atmosphere, this one is too plain, and it doesn't even have much color, so people won't turn it back after turning it over.

But if you don't turn over immediately and keep staring at it, you will be attracted by some kind of emotion it contains.

what emotion...

Hua Chong stood up, closed his eyes and thought for a while.

At this moment, he seems to be caught in the painting, becoming that shapeless shadow, becoming it.It struggled day and night, its blood splashed out, it was bright red, but when it hit the inside of the canvas, it was sucked dry and turned into a dull gray.

It also seems to be sucked dry by the canvas, it can't get rid of it, no one can see it, in everyone's eyes, it is just a gray shadow, it doesn't even have a human shape.

When he opened his eyes, Hua Chong heard a voice in his head saying: Despair.

Yes, it is despair.

This seemingly innocuous picture expresses despair.

For ordinary people, tragedy is not so colorful.Blood red, piercing black, that is the despair of a great man.

And the despair of ordinary people is only - I am melting, why can't you see it?

Nuxe.Hua Chong memorized the name and continued to scroll back.

Nuxe also has several works, one of which depicts severed limbs and mutilated bodies.It was a woman's limb, with snow-white arms covered with long, dry hair, a high chest, and blood dripping from both sides, like two lines of tears.The limbs are arranged in a mess, and each piece has a small colored mark on it, the color is different, reminiscent of the jigsaw puzzles played in childhood.

Hua Chong picked up the phone, called Xu Xiaozhou, and asked if Ou Shu was found.

Xu Xiaozhou flipped through the records, "Not yet, Team Flower, what's the matter?"

Hua Chong didn't intend to disrupt the rhythm of the investigation team, so he said: "Go ahead and investigate, and I will lead people over to Ou Shu."

The car drove to the north of the city, and the driver was Liu Zhiqin.Hua Chongzheng was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the electronic map.

Zhuang Prize has been brought to the City Council to assist in the investigation.Hua Chong had personally learned about the consignment painters with him just now.I learned that except for those well-known masters and students of the Academy of Fine Arts, many painters use pseudonyms. When others put paintings on him, he keeps them, regardless of the background of the other party. Just pay when you go.For those unknown painters, he never paid the so-called exhibition fees and deposits.

When asked about Ou Shu, Zhuang Prize didn't respond for a long time, "I don't have such a person here."

Hua Chong showed him Ou Shu's works, and he suddenly realized, "Yes, he is my consignment artist here. But I really don't have any impression of him, I don't know if he is a man or a woman."

Hua Chong frowned, "You don't even know the gender? Have you never met him?"

"Hey! I don't keep watch every day, do I?" Zhuang Prize said, "I'm not here. My assistant, the front desk, or the art teacher will collect the paintings and register them. When the time comes, the paintings will be sold. I will inform people. Generally, those who are not well-known come to see it every now and then. One is to find out if anyone is interested in their paintings, and the other is to get familiar with them. You don’t know this circle. Although you can speak well, connections are still very important. , whether someone praises you or praises you, the difference is too big."

Hua Chong said, "You mean Ou Shu rarely comes?"

Zhuang Jack said, "Anyway, I haven't seen it, I may have seen it, but I forgot."

Consignment only needs to register the name and contact information, not the bank account.Ou Shu is very strange. Others leave their phone numbers, but under his name is a string of addresses. From the map, it can be seen that it is already the junction of urban and rural areas.

Liu Zhiqin is driving there.

"It has changed a lot, but there is no plan for Chixiang Street." After all, Liu Zhiqin has lived in Fenglan City for 18 years, and he is familiar with the streets and roads.

The address that Ou Shu wrote is on Chixiang Street.Hua Chong asked, "Why is there no plan there?"

"Who knows?" Liu Zhiqin said, "Maybe it's because that area used to be a villa area. They are all old villas, not well repaired, interests are entangled, demolition is difficult, and planning cannot be planned."

When the car drove to Chixiang Street, Hua Chong saw old villas and a small shop with little business on the side of the road, which looked particularly bleak in the autumn wind.

There are many small lanes in Chixiang Street, and the car turns around in it, and finally stops in front of a warehouse.

Hua Chong confirmed that No. 102 Chixiang Street is exactly this warehouse.

There are only bungalows waiting to be demolished next to the warehouse, and there are no residents anymore.

Hua Chong got out of the car and walked vigilantly towards the warehouse.Liu Zhiqin quickly followed and looked around quickly.

There are two stray dogs who are arching the shutter door of the warehouse, their tails are constantly wagging, and they look very excited.

Walking closer, Hua Chong took a few breaths carefully, and smelled a vaguely familiar scent.

Liu Zhiqin suddenly walked in front of him, and stopped him with his left hand.

Hua Chong said, "You smelled it too?"

Liu Zhiqin nodded, "Don't go there rashly, call Team Meng and call Hai Zi."