Huang Jiahui is very cooperative, and she did not lie on issues such as fake shooting and hype, which does not mean that she is not suspected of committing a crime. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She seems to be very guilty about the death of "Teacher Wu", and even wants to maintain the reputation of a dead person, but there is something wrong with her eyes, especially her expression, and she doesn't dare to look at it directly, obviously hiding something.

She lowered her head again, and all she could see was her messy hair and the bruises on her cheeks.

Han Bo took advantage of her inattention to point upstairs, Huang Jianfeng nodded tacitly, opened the door and went out to ask the deceased's wife to verify what she had just said. Chang Caiyan sat down in Huang Jianfeng's position just now, picked up a pen and paper and prepared to make a note.

"Miss Huang, you studied under Mr. Wu Cheng, and you should also be able to paint oil paintings, right?"

"Yes, a little, I don't have enough skills, and I can't draw well. ”

Although he didn't understand what Han Bo meant by asking this question, Huang Jiahui thought about it and then raised his head and explained: "Actually, I went to a junior college, a normal college in my hometown that specializes in training art teachers in primary and secondary schools, and I learn everything from sketching, gouache, watercolor, and photography. ”

"Wu Cheng is not your school teacher?"

"Yes...... No, there are very few painters of the same level as Mr. Wu, and the school asked him to teach us, and he used to be a teacher in several schools in his hometown. ”

It turned out to be a part-time job.

It must be admitted that there are too few professional teachers like Wu Cheng, and it is normal to teach in several schools at the same time.

Han Bo really wanted to know nothing about this, and suddenly changed his words: "Miss Huang, from what you just reacted, you can imagine that Mr. Wu Cheng is a painter who loves art. In my opinion, it is not so easy for a painter or any other artist to create a work, and the work that has been put a lot of effort into it is like treating it like a child.

So I can't figure it out, isn't it a bit contradictory that he can follow your advice and risk losing all his money to make his works reflect their true value through not very glamorous means, but then sell the other 30-odd works at an average price of less than 500 yuan each?"

The ambush turned out to be fought here!

Huang Jiahui raised his head and said in an extremely painful tone: "There is no contradiction, painters are the same people, and painters have to eat." I shouldn't have given Mr. Wu that idea, and it cost him half of his life savings to be wasted. And he is not just a person, he has a wife and children, and a family. ”

"In order to survive, you can only sell cheaply?"

Not only did he sell his works cheaply, but he also looked for jobs everywhere, worked in an art examination training institution in Luohu District for more than two months, and guided several students to be admitted to well-known art colleges in China. ”

"Just for food?"

"I have to send money to my family, and I have to pay it back...... It is necessary to pay off the foreign debts owed by the fake auction speculation. ”

"A painter who was originally doing well, because of your proposal, and even because of your bad idea, he was in debt, and he was reduced to the point where he couldn't even eat and could only sell his works cheaply, what were you doing at that time, didn't you feel guilty at all?"

Han Bo was unceremonious, and his words were like arrows.

Huang Jiahui's heart was like a knife, and she cried silently.

Chang Caiyan didn't think that this woman was worthy of sympathy, and she was upstairs with someone worthy of sympathy, a good family was ruined like this, and she had to face the debts left by her husband, the more she thought about it, the more sad she was for Wu Cheng's wife, and knocked on the table coldly: "Raise your head and go back to the problem!"

Huang Jiahui was startled, quickly wiped away her tears, and said with a sob: "The incident started because of me, how could I watch him not be able to eat? You don't know Mr. Wu, you don't know what kind of person Mr. Wu is, he has a very strong self-esteem, he gets angry as soon as I open my mouth, and once even threw tens of thousands of dollars in cash I gave him on the street. ”

If everything is true, then Wu Cheng is still a proud painter.

The more such people are, the easier it is to go to extremes, is it really because of a bad career and too much pressure in life to commit suicide?

But one thing is certain, the woman in front of him didn't tell the truth, at least she was hiding it, Han Bo pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Have you ever been to the place he rented before?"

"I've been there, I've been there a few times, and the house in the Xinqiao community is what I helped him find. ”

"What are you going to do?"

What kind of problem is this, Huang Jiahui felt that the young plainclothes policeman in front of him was very annoying, and said unhappily: "He has no friends in Shenzheng, and he is not very good at taking care of himself, so I will talk to him, talk about painting, bring him some food and drink by the way, help him wash his clothes, and tidy up his room." ”

"That's all?"

"Comrade policeman, what do you want to ask? Do you believe that what his lover said, I was made like this?"

Han Bo stared at her excited and even slightly angry face, and said coldly: "Huang Jiahui, under normal circumstances, I am not interested in other people's privacy, but when it comes to cases, especially homicides, the relationship between the relevant people must be clarified. Of course, you can choose not to say it, but if it is found out, and the circumstances found out are related to Wu Cheng's death, then it is impossible for us to talk about it as calmly as we do now. ”

"Yes is yes, no is no, you go check!"

Emotional, how can it be so excited.

The more Han Bo thought about it, the more strange it became, and immediately changed the subject: "When was the last time you went to the Xinqiao community?"

"On the 18th of last month. ”

"I remember it so clearly. ”

"When I went to him on the 18th, I was fine, talking and laughing. The next afternoon, I suddenly received a call from him, saying that he had returned the house and was on the train back to his hometown. I didn't leak a breath at all, and I wasn't even allowed to send it, so of course I remember it clearly. Speaking of this, Huang Jiahui couldn't help but leave tears.

If she wasn't the murderer and had nothing else to do with the deceased, then her mood was completely understandable.

Wu Cheng walked so decisively, he didn't tell her before leaving, he didn't discuss with her, and obviously didn't want to "cooperate" with her anymore. On the surface, she talks and laughs, but deep down she may hate her very much.

Han Bo thought for a moment and asked, "Are you sure the last time you went to the Xinqiao community was on the 18th of last month?"

Huang Jiahui seemed to remember something, and muttered: "I remember, the last time I saw him before I left, he was No. 18, and the last time I went to Xinqiao Community, I didn't." ”

"I've been there since then, what have you been doing?"

"I was a little worried about receiving his call, he didn't have a good time during that time, suddenly there was talk and laughter, and the second said that he was gone, I was not sure, and I went to the Xinqiao community on the night of the 19th to see if he had left, whether he was lying to me. ”

"What happened later?" This situation is very important, Han Bo subconsciously glanced at Chang Caiyan.

"He did go, 12-02 moved in with a new tenant, female, in her twenties, very beautiful, I forgot what her last name was, and she had her phone number on the phone. ”

She had seen Lu Lu, and the two lines that should have been parallel had finally crossed!

Han Boqiang pressed down his excitement and said quietly: "Is the phone on me?"

"In. ”

"Turn out the new tenant's number and show it to us. ”

"Comrade policeman, does this have anything to do with Mr. Wu's matter?"

"Let you flip it, why are there so many questions!" Chang Caiyan would not be polite to her, and glared at her without hesitation.

The female policeman is more annoying than the male policeman, Huang Jiahui scolded secretly, took out her mobile phone to unlock it, turned out a number, and reluctantly put it in front of the two.

The mobile phone number is matched, and there is a note when entering the mobile phone number book, only the surname is not the first name, and it is displayed as "Miss Lu of Xinqiao Community".

Han Bo motioned to the suspected policeman standing behind him to take a photo of his mobile phone, fixed the evidence that she knew the first deceased, and then asked: "Huang Jiahui, you are looking for someone, this Miss Lu is not the person you are looking for, there is no reason to care if she asks for a number." ”

"Comrade policeman, Mr. Wu said to leave, and he didn't say a word to me before leaving, I was very confused at the time, how could I be in the mood to chat with Miss Lu. I left her phone because Mr. Wu had an unfinished painting in the house, I went as soon as I got off work, with a bag on my shoulder, something in my hand, and I didn't have a car, so I couldn't take it away at that time, so I could only ask for a number from someone else, and I would get it next time. ”

This is the reason why "Sunset" was not thrown away by Lu Lu as garbage and has been left in room 12-02.

Although this situation needs to be further investigated, even if it can be verified and may not be valuable for solving the case, a mystery is finally solved.

"From Wu Cheng's return to his hometown to his coming to Shenzheng again, this time is neither long nor short, knowing that the painting is pulled in the Xinqiao community, and there is a new tenant's phone number, why don't you go and take it?"

The farther and farther it goes, does this have anything to do with Mr. Wu's death!

Huang Jiahui was confused by the question, but when she saw Chang Caiyan's cold face, she still said very cooperatively: "I stood at the door and saw that painting, and I only painted half of it." Later, I called Mr. Wu and mentioned the painting, and Mr. Wu said that he was painting to pass the time, and even if he took it back, he would not finish it, saying that it was a pity to have a canvas. ”

"So you didn't ask for it?"

"After all, I live in Longhua, and my work is in Luohu, which is too far to Xinqiao Community. ”

As if realizing that Han Bo felt a little strange about a painter giving up a painting, Huang Jiahui added: "Mr. Wu painted more than 300 paintings during his lifetime, and in fact, they were all very good and of a high level, but he himself was not very satisfied with more than 100 of them, and he destroyed them not long after he finished painting." ”

The situation just mentioned may be related to Lu Lu's death, and now this situation is also likely to be related to Wu Cheng's death.

Han Bo stared at her eyes and asked, "So Mr. Wu Cheng has nearly 200 works in this world, and you helped him sell more than 30 of them, where are the more than 100 of them?"

"Comrade policeman, you may not believe it, Mr. Wu has never sold paintings before coming to Shenzheng, and he has never even thought of making a living by selling paintings, he just wants his works to reflect the value they deserve, including listening to my advice to fake photos and hype is not for money. ”

"Answer the question, where are the more than 100 paintings, don't care about him. Chang Caiyan knocked on the table again.