Doling man

As soon as Cheng Huan returned to the police station, he entered the forensic team.

Seeing the two of them entering the door aggressively, Song Qing pushed the little assistant who had been frightened by Cheng Huan's signature black face and said, "You go to eat first, I'm still busy today."

The little assistant quickly nodded and said, "Sister Song, please do your best." Then he flashed away as quickly as possible.

Cheng Huan glanced at the young man's back and asked, "Did you change your assistant again?"

Song Qing pointed to the two "things" brought in on the bed and said, "With this workload and a boss like you, isn't it normal that you can't make it through?"

Li Chengtian quickly nodded, expressed his agreement and said, "That's right." After a pause, he asked again, "Did the test result of the paint I brought back last time come out?"

Song Qing walked to the table, checked the computer and said, "It came out, the proportion of ingredients is the same as that of Wu Lan's corpse, but..."

Li Chengtian said: "Not unique?"

Song Qing nodded and said, "Yes, but there is an unexpected harvest. In addition to the pigment, the sample also tested for human blood. Judging from the current situation, there is more than one person."

Cheng Huan asked: "Have you done a comparison? How is the result?"

Song Qing said: "After comparison, the DNA of the two victims is different, and it is not in the database."

Cheng Huan asked Li Chengtian: "Where did you get that paint from? How could there be human blood in the studio?"

Li Chengtian said: "It was picked up on the spot. The second floor is full of old and new paints from the walls to the floor, one layer covering the other. I wonder... Is there a possibility that they did not paint the walls to decorate the walls? But to cover up human blood?"

Cheng Huan thought for a while, then picked up the phone and called Lin Le and said, "Check the surveillance data around the 'Art' studio, yes, it will be after twelve o'clock in the evening, the time... the time when the two murder cases occur the week before."

As soon as I went to work in the afternoon, the office exploded.

Lin Le yelled at the top of his voice, "Cheng Dui! Come and take a look. Suddenly, a large number of posts appeared on the Internet, talking about the murderer of the dismemberment case. The victim pointed directly at the single female media person. Many netizens followed the post, Say anything."

Cheng Huan asked: "How long will it take to clean up?"

Lin Le tapped his fingers on the keyboard quickly, and said: "In 15 minutes, all the message boards have been closed on the publicity interface of the external network. Now it takes some time for internal processing and tracking."

Li Chengtian glanced at the screen and said: "Send the link, dump the body, and then post, every step of him is well-planned, how could this happen? It was obvious that he was only unilaterally disappointed by the public media before? Follow up on Lin Defu's case and see Did something happen?"

Lin Le searched for information and said: "Yes, Sino-Ocean Land Company demolished that building five days ago, and Lin Defu was injured and sent to the hospital."

Zhao Lianxin came over, handed the report in his hand to Cheng Huan and said: "According to the records, before the two murders happened, there were crowds gathering in the studio at night."

Cheng Huan opened the file, glanced at it, and said, "Immediately take someone to Mouse Street to seal off the studio, notify the colleagues of the forensic team to collect evidence on the spot, and arrest Xue Ming and Xu You. By the way, we may need another person."

Li Chengtian said: "Even if they are arrested, they won't tell the truth. We have to find Gu Ning, or investigate if there are other people who have worked in the studio."

Lin Le searched the population information for a while, and said, "Gu Ning? I didn't find any information that matches the information."

"How is it possible?" Li Chengtian looked at the computer, and there was a man and a woman with the same name and surname in the whole city, and the record for the woman was born in 1963.

Cheng Huan said, "Is it a foreign population?"

Li Chengtian pointed the mouse to the man's household registration record, opened the page, and a handsome face appeared on the screen.Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the picture stayed in the only two encounters with Gu Ning, from the timidity when we first met, the nervousness when he didn't want to speak, to the hand that spit out his knuckles when he was handing water.

Cheng Huan said: "I seem to have seen this photo somewhere...is it... Lin Hong's painting?"

Li Chengtian stared at the photo and said, "He is Gu Ning, the Gu Ning we have met."

Cheng Huan looked at Li Chengtian in surprise.

Lin Le said: "According to the information, he is a graduate student at Bindong Academy of Fine Arts."

Li Chengtian frowned and said, "Cheng Huan, we have to go to his school quickly."

In the middle of the afternoon, the traffic was very smooth.As soon as he got in the car, Li Chengtian's face was serious, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Cheng Huan asked, "Is he the murderer?" Seeing that Li Chengtian was silent, he continued, "He entered the warehouse at that time, probably because he wanted to take away the painting that Lin Hong had painted for him. Then he suddenly bumped into We killed Lin Qingfang later."

Li Chengtian said: "Male, aged between 23 and 30 years old, engaged in art-related industries, in this way, every one of them fits well, and he is still a transvestite, with psychological and gender cognitive barriers. Although Gu Ning is an art major However, from childhood to adulthood, it is basically impossible for him not to be discriminated against from self-acceptance to daily life, after all, from a reality point of view, all the places that are incompatible with this world are a kind of social label."

Cheng Huan said: "This also explains why Wu Lan and Lin Qingfang's vigilance is so low, they can easily let the murderer in." The phone vibrated suddenly, and he glanced at the message and said, "There is news from Lin Le. Gu Ning used his mobile phone number to book two tickets for body painting."

While talking, the car had already entered the gate of Bindong Academy of Fine Arts.

Li Cheng got out of the car, looked at Cheng Huan and said, "Two lonely souls are originally the only comfort in the cold world. Once this balance is broken, the original riddled with holes will only fester."

Cheng Huan was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is this... is love?"

Li Chengtian walked forward and said lightly: "Is it important?"

Bindong Academy of Fine Arts has a school history of nearly a hundred years. Once they enter the school, they are surrounded by a strong artistic atmosphere.There are colorful graffiti on the outer walls of each building, and there are countless sculptures along the road.

They found Gu Ning's dormitory in the office. The dormitory shared two people. The one who opened the door was his roommate Zhang Dong. He had short crumbly hair and was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans. He looked like a student.

Cheng Huan revealed his identity, and asked straight to the point: "Will Gu Ningduo come back?"

Zhang Dong said: "He hasn't returned to the dormitory for a long time. Since this semester, he has rented a house outside, and he hasn't even attended class recently."

Cheng Huan asked: "Do you know the address of his rented house?"

Zhang Dong shook his head and said: "I don't know, he... he is a bit abnormal, he has some... some bad habits. And his private life is also very chaotic. In fact, I have applied for changing dormitories several times, but the school just refused batch."

"Not normal? Can you describe it a little more accurately?" Li Chengtian asked.

Zhang Dong said: "It's not just me who thinks this way, basically the whole school knows about him. To be honest, being assigned to a dormitory with him is simply the most unlucky thing in my life."

Li Chengtian looked around the room, and a quilt on the opposite bed was rolled up and put aside, the exposed bed was already covered with a thick layer of dust, he asked: "Is this Gu Ning's?"

Zhang Dong nodded.

He walked along the bed, opened the door of the closet, and saw that there were only two T-shirts scattered inside, both of which were short-sleeved.

Li Chengtian said: "The clothes are all out of season. It seems that they have not been back for a long time." He closed the closet, looked at Zhang Dong and said, "What is normal? What is abnormal? A person can be loyal to himself and be himself , is the most normal thing. I can't just look down on you, your whole class, even the teachers and classmates in the whole school, don't you all look down on him?"

Zhang Dong rubbed his hands nervously, and said anxiously: "It's not that I look down on it, but...it's not easy to get used to. You know...it's really strange for a man to always dress up as a woman."

Li Chengtian didn't speak, and looked at the big and small boxes in the corner of the room and asked: "All of these are your things?"

Zhang Dong nodded, and said with a little pride: "Most of them are used to decorate paintings. I came directly from this school for postgraduate study. Four years of university plus one year of postgraduate study, there are indeed a lot of things."

Li Chengtian asked: "Where's Gu Ning's?"

Zhang Dong's expression turned a little ugly, he hesitated and said, "No...it's all mine, he seldom comes back."

Cheng Huan came over and asked, "Why do you say his private life is messy?"

Zhang Dong curled his lips in disgust, and said: "It's okay for him to dress like that usually. When I lived in school, I saw a boy send him back several times in the middle of the night. Just last month, another boy changed. , The two of them are still talking about it in school, so it's not too embarrassing."

Cheng Huan said, "Do you still remember the specific date?"

Zhang Dong thought for a while and said, "Wait a minute." He walked to the corner, rummaged through a pile of framed paintings for a long time, took out a pair of paintings and said, "October 10st."

"So sure?" Cheng Huan asked.

Zhang Dong nodded and said: "Well, I just finished this painting that day, and it was a bit late, but I ran into it as soon as I entered the yard. Look, there is still a date on this painting."

Cheng Huan walked past and took pictures with the date and sent them to Lin Le, put down his phone, and said, "What happened next?"

Zhang Dong said: "Later I went straight back to the dormitory. I thought he would come back that night, but he didn't."

Cheng Huan asked: "Gu Ning's life at school is not easy, right?"

Zhang Dong looked away, lowered his head slightly and fiddled with his fingers.

Cheng Huan said: "This school is full of superiority, but you are assigned to a roommate that you don't even look up to or even discriminates against. With so many boxes, the sense of territory is very strong."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dong immediately looked up at Cheng Huan and said anxiously, "I never bullied him."

Cheng Huan's eyes turned cold instantly, and he asked sharply, "Then who is bullying him?"

Zhang Dong's eyes flickered suddenly, and he said hesitantly, "I...I don't know..."

Cheng Huan took the painting in his hand and asked, "Where was the painting mounted?"

Zhang Dong said: "Old... Mouse Street." After speaking, he turned his eyes away and dared not look at Cheng Huan again.

Cheng Huan said slowly: "Are you sure you only met Gu Ning at school? Or are you still hiding something that you think you shouldn't say?"

Zhang Dong lowered his head and remained silent.

Cheng Huan glanced at Li Chengtian and said, "Let's go, it seems that we should ask the parties to clarify these matters."

"Wait." Zhang Dong suddenly stopped them.

Cheng Huan turned around and looked at him.

After a long time, he mumbled, "Who are you talking about?"

Li Chengtian said: "The person in charge of the 'Art' studio is about to be detained, but judging from the current situation, at most he was called back to assist in the investigation. Without evidence, we can do nothing."

After Zhang Dong listened, he lowered his head and remained silent.

Li Chengtian walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said: "If you can be admitted to the Bindong Academy of Fine Arts and guarantee graduate studies, if you calculate from the normal age, you spend most of your life painting. I heard people say that art People have a kind of paranoia that is different from ordinary people, and they are always ready to waste time without asking for anything in return, and they will not give up even if there is no result. To be honest, I really want to know, when the lofty beliefs are tarnished, when the things that I swore to defend are destroyed Trampling, when everything you care about becomes meaningless, will people choose to become monsters, or will they bear all this silently, as if they didn't see it?"

Zhang Dong raised his head and looked at Li Chengtian's eyes slightly red. He took a deep breath, tried to adjust his emotions, and said, "Just last month, the department informed me that I was going to participate in a competition. When I saw Gu Ning The next night, that is, on October 10, it was already past nine o'clock when all the paintings were finished, and the request was very urgent. I had to go to Mouse Street to try my luck. From the colorful corridor... it was a shop for mounting paintings. After I came out, I saw that studio, which is very famous in the industry, and many famous artists have been there..."

Cheng Huan said: "'Art' studio? Why is this studio famous?"

Zhang Dong stammered: "There are rumors in the circle... rumors..."

Cheng Huan asked in a deep voice, "What are the rumors?"

Zhang Dong thought about it and said: "Actually, it's not a rumor, it's just that everyone knows that the studio will hold body|body|body|painting exhibitions regularly, and I'm not talking about models, it's a real human|body|body|feast|feast. "

"Human|body|feast|feast?"

"Yes." Zhang Dong said with a little embarrassment, "Public exhibitions will still selectively block some information, but this kind of gathering is a more private sharing. In the final analysis, it is also to satisfy people's most primitive desires, and it is not worthy of it at all. called art."

Cheng Huan asked: "What did you see when you walked over?"

Zhang Dong said: "As soon as I approached, I heard Gu Ning's voice. He seemed to be begging someone? He said he didn't want to do it, and begged that person to let him go, crying and making noise. As a result, not only did the person not I agreed, and even slapped him, scolding him for eating and crawling. I was taken aback at the time, so I hurried away without causing trouble, and when I was leaving, I kept hearing Gu Ning being beaten."

Li Chengtian said: "Well, we probably understand the situation." He took a piece of paper, wrote a phone number and handed it to Zhang Dong, saying, "If he comes back, I hope you can notify us in time."

Zhang Dong glanced at the note and nodded.