Into a parallel world

The small room was unexpectedly covered with Monet's paintings, and Police Officer Shen was sitting behind the desk in front of him reading documents.

"Officer Shen." Qiao Ye greeted politely. The person opposite raised his head and spread the documents on the table, apparently not minding what Qiao Ye saw.

"Fang Ya, the deceased, we saw the backpack with your belongings next to his body." Officer Shen stood up, "Oh, by the way, my surname is Shen, and my name is Liming. Everyone likes to call me Shen Bu." He suddenly introduced himself , diverted the topic for a while.

"Shen Bu." Qiao Ye called out politely again.The right hand gently stroked the jar's buttocks to hide his panic.

Shen Liming glanced at Qiao Ye in front of him for a while, and suddenly smiled and said, "You don't have to be so reserved, young man, I'm only 32 this year." Then, Shen Liming walked around the desk and came to Qiao Ye, and looked at the hug from a close distance. Young man with a cat.

Shen Liming: "Do you have a hobby of raising cats?"

Qiao Ye stood firmly on the spot and said, "I picked it up."

Shen Liming: "Ah, it's good to have a cat. By the way, I heard that you like Monet's paintings?"

"You've clearly read my profile, so why bother to ask me?" Qiao Ye replied with an awkward yet polite smile.

Shen Liming laughed after hearing this, and the mature and charming man took out a cigarette, looked up at Qiao Ye, and asked, "Do you mind?"

Qiao Ye shook the jar and said, "My cat doesn't like it."

Jar: "Meow?"

After listening, Shen Liming smiled, put away the cigarette, looked at Qiao Ye and joked: "I didn't expect the kitten to express that he doesn't like the smell of cigarettes. It's so interesting." It's just funny, and I don't know who he is talking about.

"Then, why did Fang Ya, who gave you the backpack, die unexpectedly?" The sensitive question came unexpectedly, and Qiao Ye was taken aback by the question.

Wow-----A stack of photos was shot in front of Qiao Ye. If you look carefully, it is the photos collected at the auditorium that day. The tragic situation of the big teeth on it reminded Qiao Ye again of the corpse lying alone in the crowd that day, and the flesh was cut. Formed into neat strips, half of the head was cut off, the whole body was stained red with blood, and the appearance was completely unrecognizable...

"Our personnel checked on the spot." Shen Liming leaned half on the edge of the table, played with the cigarette on his fingertips, and said in a slightly heavy tone: "The time of death was 09:30 in the morning, and the place was at the main entrance of the auditorium. There were a lot of people at that time. , Surveillance shots at the scene failed to capture details, but the death of the deceased was completed in an instant, less than ten seconds before and after being discovered."

Qiao Ye listened quietly, the whole process of the incident was a kind of delay for him, cutting his conscience with a knife.

"Too fast." Shen Liming sighed, "Too fast." It was so fast that no one thought it was artificial.

"You and Lu Feng were left outside the school at that time." Shen Liming looked at Qiao Ye deeply with eyes as deep as pools of water, "It's just that I think there are still things to hide from me. I hope you can be here." Pointing at him with a cigarette Pointing to the surroundings, "I hope to tell me in this space where there are only the two of us, and tell me the secrets you are hiding with the truth."

"We have no secrets." Qiao Ye took a deep breath and said something as if he had exhausted all his strength, "When we arrived at the scene, I didn't recognize that the deceased was Da Ya."

Shen Liming: "After you arrived at the scene, you went to the second floor."

Qiao Ye: "Yes."

Shen Liming: "What did you do on the second floor?"

Qiao Ye: "Choose the field of view to see the scene."

Shen Liming: "What's your relationship with Lu Fengluo?"

Qiao Ye: "Senior-senior relationship."

Shen Liming: "We have seen everything upstairs."

Qiao Ye was startled, and suddenly met Shen Liming's eyes, "What?"

Shen Liming pursed his lips, "Yes, I asked you to come here to tell the truth, so that the sentence will be lighter."

There was a sudden silence in the air, and Qiao Ye's hand holding the jar tightened again and again. Finally, the jar couldn't help but screamed, breaking the silence and pulling back Qiao Ye's sanity.

"No, we didn't do anything upstairs, and nothing happened." Qiao Ye said calmly, walked up to pick up the stack of photos, and tidied them up slowly.

Shen Liming didn't speak, just kept staring at Qiao Ye, trying to see something from this fair face, but after a long time, he failed, Qiao Ye concealed it too well, even he, an old man who has experienced many battles, couldn't see it. What.

"Hehe, that's right, Comrade Qiao Ye, you have a bright future." Shen Liming stood up straight and walked to a painting. It was still the same "Wild Poppy", but it was a little smaller than the outside one.

"In our line of work, we believe in materialism, but sometimes the cases we receive are beyond the scope of cognition." Shen Liming looked at the painting and said to himself.

"So? I don't think I can help you." Qiao Ye stood beside Shen Liming, looking up at "Wild Poppy".

"This is the second out-of-scope case we have received." Shen Liming said.But Qiao Ye didn't answer, Shen Liming couldn't help turning his head, seeing that Qiao Ye was only focused on the painting and didn't care about him, so he had to answer by himself: "Aren't you curious about the first case?"

"Huh?" Qiao Ye turned his head and looked at Shen Liming with raised eyebrows.

Shen Liming: "..."

Shen Liming: "The first case is related to this painting."

this painting?Qiao Ye was a little curious and looked at Shen Liming, hoping that the other party would continue.

"You know, Monet is good at experimenting and expressing techniques of light and shadow. In his paintings, you can't see very clear shadows, nor can you see prominent or flat-painted outlines." Shen Liming held the wrinkled cigarette , placed it under the nose and sniffed lightly, and finally sighed in satisfaction, seeing Qiao Ye looking at him strangely, he smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm addicted to cigarettes."

"Is this related to the case?" Qiao Ye asked.

"It does matter. The murderer's criminal methods in that case are similar to this idea. There are no clear traces of crime, signs of death, or scars from the deceased's home." Shen Liming took a deep breath, "At that time, the preliminary It was determined to be a sudden death, but when the chrysanthemum of our department went to collect photos of the scene at night, the flashlight accidentally shone on the wall, and saw the poppies in this painting moving, the kind blown by the wind."

"That night, Chrysanthemum sent a message in the group, and the whole department exploded, thinking that this case might be related to Monet's painting." Shen Liming put his finger on the screen.

"This painting...is it the one in the deceased's house?" Qiao Ye asked hesitantly, a little inconceivable.

"Yes, I asked for this painting from my superiors, isn't it strange?" Shen Liming slightly lowered his head and looked at Qiao Ye, who was half a head shorter than him. Chrysanthemum is still sure that the flowers moved clearly that night."

"Light and shadow..." Qiao Ye lowered his eyes in thought, and asked for a while, "Could it be that the flashlight shone on it and changed the light source, clearly showing the shadows, and thus also showing the outlines of the things hidden in the painting?" ..."