The manager of the bar looked ugly and asked us, "Officers, what's going on?"

I looked closely at the look on the manager's face and saw that he was very concerned about this matter, it seemed that he liked this person, but unfortunately, he didn't even know the girl's real name.

I took a deep breath and said, "The night before yesterday, this Xiaoxiao was killed, and I can only tell you this, so tell us what you know, and I hope you will cooperate." ”

The manager was stunned for several seconds before he reacted, and then drank two bottles of beer in one go, and kept reading: "Why is the good person gone?" No, she is so kind, how can someone harm her?"

Lin Yan'er and I were not busy, and looked at him quietly.

Probably because of our presence, the manager quickly recovered, and he said to us: "Xiaoxiao has been working here for almost half a year, I admit that I like her, but I have never had a chance to confess, she is gentle, to everyone, many people here like her." ”

I nodded: "A little more detailed." ”

The manager said: "Xiaoxiao is seventeen years old, about one meter seven tall, she has a very gentle personality, no matter what jokes she makes, she will not get angry, she usually has a lot of friends, but she never tells us where she is from." ”

I then asked, "Do any of her friends have artists?"

The manager shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, I don't have the right to interfere in her private affairs, so I won't ask her too many things." But she admires those who do art, and she says that they are very talented. ”

Lin Yan'er and I glanced at each other, and then nodded, what this manager said didn't seem like a lie, and he was very sad about Xiaoxiao's death.

"Did Xiaoxiao ever quarrel with anyone, or did she have any enemies? Are there many people who usually chase her, and what is the identity of those people?"

Lin Yan'er asked.

The manager glanced at Lin Yan'er and said, "You are as beautiful as Xiaoxiao." ”

Lin Yan'er smiled and said thank you.

Then he said: "Xiaoxiao has not quarreled with anyone once after working here for more than half a year, and the people who work here can't bear to hurt her, because she is too kind, I told her before that she shouldn't work in this kind of place, and if I can, I will introduce better jobs to her, but she refused, she said that she wanted to eat by her own ability." ”

After saying that, the manager said remorsefully: "I knew I should have sent her out of here, officer, tell me how she died? Who is the murderer? I want to see her body." ”

I took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "Don't look at it, it will ruin your impression of her, if you want to see it, just look at the photos, you must have a picture of her." ”

The manager was silent for a moment and said: "There are many people chasing her, I am one of them, I don't know how many exactly, but she likes me, I can see it, so she rejects those suitors." ”

It seems that the relationship between the deceased and the deceased before his death was quite complicated, but it is certain that the murderer was a friend of the deceased.

I asked a few more waiters, and they all said exactly the same thing as the manager, and they all thought that Xiaoxiao was a very kind girl, and there was nothing to hateful or offended.

"What should I do? The deceased's interpersonal relationships were so complicated that every one of her friends was a murderer. ”

Lin Yan'er has no clue for the time being, the case has progressed to this point, and the special case team knows very few clues, which makes us a little embarrassed.

I thought for a moment and said, "Did you notice what the hall manager said? ”

Lin Yan'er nodded and said that he had noticed, but we don't even know how many friends the deceased had before his death, and what the identities of those friends were, so we don't know how to unfold it at all.

I shook my head and said, "You're too pessimistic in this case, I shouldn't have let you see the scene of the murder, the body has already affected you." ”

Don't look at Lin Yan'er, she hasn't shown it all the time, but I can guess what she is thinking in her heart, the murder scene of the Ling Chi case this time has had a very serious impact on Lin Yan'er in terms of mental level.

Lin Yan'er said: "When I think of the corpse that was cut into hundreds of pieces of meat, I have nightmares, I can't help but imagine myself as the victim, watching the murderer cut himself apart one by one, and how painful the process is, the deceased who was tied up by five flowers did not even have a chance to struggle, and what is even more unacceptable is that the victim is still the child of our colleague." ”

I asked her to take a few deep breaths, the special case team is like this, and no one knows if we will encounter a murder scene that is even more cruel and disgusting than this case.

And our task is to speak for the deceased and let her tell us who the murderer really is?

Standing outside the bar, Lin Yan'er was a little trembling, she said that if she had a little time, she would calm down as soon as possible, trying not to think about the appearance of the deceased.

"Ou Ye's mentality is far better than yours. ”

"Hmph, she's your apprentice, of course you're speaking for her, let's see. ”

Lin Yan'er was still a little jealous of Ou Ye's return, maybe she thought that Ou Ye was assigned to the special case team and stole her limelight.

Taking off my coat and giving it to her, I said, "There are still five days before the art conference, which means that we must solve this case within five days, otherwise when the murderer reveals his so-called artwork in front of the cameras of journalists all over the world, it will be over." ”

Lin Yan'er nodded and said, "Well, I will adjust my mentality as soon as possible, so what should I do next?" At present, your baby apprentice is dissecting, and Li Han is also analyzing the location of the murderer's painting at the murder scene, I think we should find something to do." ”

I smiled and said, "Let's go out on the streets and see what these artists have on display." ”

Even late at night does not affect the artist's creative passion, in other words, they have to be busy with their livelihood at all times.

Most of the unknown artists here are in a state of poverty, they have no proper work, they refuse handouts from passers-by, and sometimes they even fill their stomachs, hoping that one day they will produce world-famous artworks that will soar to the sky.

This mentality is not present in almost every down-and-out artist, who fantasizes that they are the next Leonardo da Vinci, the next Michelangelo.

The flame of hope burns in the shell, consuming the few energy that little bit every day, until the flame of hope becomes smaller and smaller.

When the cold wind blew through their thin bodies, they said to themselves in their hearts, one day I will become a great artist, and every world-famous artist has a dark experience that makes them sharpen and grow.

When they are dizzy with hunger, they say to themselves, "The flame of my hope has not been extinguished, and the flame of hope is my spiritual food."

Every artist who is in high spirits will slowly disappear into the wave of artists in the end, and no one knows where they have gone, have found a serious job to fill their stomachs, or starve to death on the streets one morning, or become beggars on the side of the road completely?

When no one is looking at their artwork, these people act as spectators, observing and lamenting that they are gold buried in the dirt.

Among the hundreds of artists on the street, there may be the next Michelangelo, Rodin, Bernini, and even Leonardo da Vinci and Van Gogh.

However, there is also a saying that Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have it.

Lin Yan'er quietly looked at these artists on the street, and finally she walked to a stall and bought a book of poems for two yuan.

The man said, "Can you buy another copy? Or ten dollars a pound, I will have to eat some meat, and I haven't smelled meat for a long time." ”

Lin Yan'er said, "Why don't you sell it to a waste paper mill?"

The poet replied: "The waste paper mill only gives me one dollar and one pound, these are the hard work of my life. ”

Lin Yan'er was silent for a while, took out a hundred yuan and threw it to the poet, he didn't ask for it: "You are giving me charity, unless you buy all these poetry collections." ”

In the end, Lin Yan'er bought these poetry books and threw them in the trash around the corner.

I told her, "There is only a thin line between an artist's work, and if you cross that line, you may sell for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars, but on the contrary, it is garbage that no one cares about." ”

Lin Yan'er said that in the future, she will never allow her son or daughter to be an artist, let alone marry an artist's husband.

The art here is very complicated, people stripped themselves down and walked down the street, and the police came and scattered.

Some of them have several holes in their backs, put themselves on them with iron hooks, and hang them on the pork racks as if they were selling pork.

They wanted to show respect for life, pigs have life, and after finding that no one was watching, the two themselves got down from the pork rack and said, "I'm so hungry, I want to eat spicy fried meat." ”

Another companion said, "I want to eat salami, but there is no thread." ”

There was a group of onlookers in front of me, and Lin Yan'er and I walked up and suddenly found an unsightly scene.

Someone actually performed sex in public on the street, Lin Yan'er turned her head with a red face, and I watched all this with interest.

Zhang Hai once said that this kind of thing often happens on the streets, if you go to catch up, they will run to another street to perform, they can't control it at all, as long as no one throws you with dung, it's a blessing.

Soon the police rushed to hear the news, the man and the woman pulled up their pants and turned around and ran, before running, the two made eye contact, it should be to determine the place for the next performance.

In order to be famous, they often do things that are difficult for people to accept, but this effect is often the best.

It can be said that this town is timed**, there will be an explosion at any time, and when a loud bang passes, the morality here no longer exists, they only live to be famous.

At the very least, the first loud bang had already sounded here, and someone had made a work of art with Ling Chi's technique.

When the artwork is made public, those artists will rush to imitate it and use their imagination, and the art will deteriorate after it has been abused.

Looking at this absurdity, I suddenly had an idea: in these oceans of art, is there anyone like a writer?