According to the case file, the body of the victim Xu Xinlei in case number 2015-03 was donated to Yanhuang Medical University for medical research and teaching purposes after the conclusion of the criminal investigation in accordance with the victim's wishes, while the 12 bone flutes in case number 2016-01 were kept in the archives of the criminal investigation team of the PL district.

The distance between Jinchuan Middle School and Yanhuang Medical University is relatively close, and Yangshu takes a taxi to it.

On the way, the taxi was stopped by a man with a beard and a ponytail who asked for a ride, holding an oil painting and looking anxious.

"Little brother, you two stop by the way, would you mind carpooling?" asked the taxi driver.

"Don't mind, just fight. ”

"Thank you, little brother. The man got into the car and thanked him repeatedly.

"Big brother, are you a painter?" Yang Shu looked at the oil painting, quite curious.

"Well, it's not famous, though. ”

"Big brother, what do you think 'beauty' is?" Yang Shu thought about those rather aesthetic cases in his mind.

"Little brother, are you interested in aesthetics?" the man said vigorously, "conceptually speaking, beauty is an essential attribute of objective things that can arouse people's sense of beauty, and beauty is a subjective feeling······ Beauty is meaningful only when it is appreciated······"

Sitting in the car, Yang Shu listened to the painter's perception of "beauty", and he grasped a key point: "Beauty is meaningful only when it is appreciated".

"The Beauty of Death, Art, Appreciation ······" The poplars vaguely caught some kind of connection.

"The masked man must have admired his masterpiece. He came to a conclusion.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of Yanhuang Medical University, the painter's studio was opposite the university, and Yang Shu walked into the university campus.

Relying on the work certificate of the special commissioner of the Criminal Investigation Branch of the National Security Bureau, Yang Shu contacted the school leaders and obtained the right to observe the human specimen up close.

At this time, Yang Shu, led by a young male teacher surnamed Wu, went to the human specimen showroom, and the two chatted on the way.

"Mr. Yang is so young, and he has become a member of the National Security Bureau, which is admirable!" the male teacher complimented.

"Where, it's just the result of my efforts. ”

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Mr. Yang is modest······ What confidence!" The male teacher almost didn't turn the corner.

"Teacher Wu, I don't know how much you know about that specimen?"

"I know better, because of my work, I will come into contact with more human specimens, and that specimen uses modern corpse embalming technology, which is perfectly preserved, the muscle tissue is soft and tough, and the processing techniques are quite skillful······

Mr. Wu talked endlessly, talking about technical things, and did not mention "artistic sense".

"Sorry, can I go first? I drank too much water in the morning. Passing by a toilet, Mr. Wu suddenly said.

But Yang Shu didn't notice that Mr. Wu had any thoughts of going to the toilet before.

"It's okay, I'll wait. Poplar replied.

After five minutes, Mr. Wu came out of the toilet, smiled apologetically at the poplar tree, and continued to lead the way in front of him, introducing the school and the specimen.

"Teacher Wu," Yang Shu interrupted, "Do you think that specimen is beautiful?"

Teacher Wu was stunned when he heard this, turned around and stared at Yang Shu's eyes, and there was a frenzied light flashing in his eyes.

"Fellow travelers!" Teacher Wu lowered his voice, "I heard that the specimen was made by an actor, that figure, that posture, tsk······"

Yang Shu didn't show any special expression when he heard this, and said polite words: "Hehe, Teacher Wu knows how to do it." ”

The suspicions he had about Teacher Wu were dispelled.

After a while, the two arrived at the specimen exhibition room where Xu Xinlei's body was kept, the heavy iron door was opened, the lights inside were dim, and the smell of formaldehyde and alcohol wafted into the air.

In the center of the showroom is a large display case, in which Xu Xinlei's body is kept.

She is naked, standing upright in a display case made of glass, with her feet together, her upper body slightly bent back, her head slightly tilted to the left, her posture elegant, her face ruddy as a living person, as if waiting for a male companion to dance an elegant and generous waltz.

Standing in front of the display case, the poplar rubbed his chin and observed the details of the specimen, wondering in his heart.

At this moment, he is wearing the contact lenses he bought from Li Yuhu, which can pass yin and yang, but on Xu Xinlei's corpse, the poplar tree can't see the slightest bit of death and resentment, and it is quite clean, like an old man who is dying and enjoying his old age, and he is by no means like a young woman who died unexpectedly.

And Teacher Wu behind him, at this moment, his eyes showed undisguised appreciation and admiration, and he put on a dance posture corresponding to Xu Xinlei, his steps moved lightly, and his face was elegant and intoxicated, which was very different from the dirty posture he showed just now.

"Mr. Wu, who has seen this specimen ······?" Yang Shu suddenly turned around to ask, but saw the scene of Teacher Wu dancing in the air.

"You ······"

Teacher Wu stopped dancing and opened his eyes, his eyes revealed a crazy and cruel meaning, and his voice was low and magnetic, which was completely different from his previous voice: "Yo, I have been discovered." ”

Yang Shu immediately reacted and launched the [Fist of Love and Hate], and a red fist shadow hit Teacher Wu's slightly fat body.

However, with a slight twist, Mr. Wu dodged the poplar's punch in a dance-like posture, which made him look extremely comfortable and relaxed, and the agility and flexibility he showed formed a huge contrast with his appearance.

The blow was fruitless, and Poplar asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Death is an art, and I know it. The magnetic voice didn't answer the question.

"Goodbye, dear. After Mr. Wu threw a flying kiss in the direction of Xu Xinlei's body, he fainted and fell to the ground.

Yang Shu's heart felt a chill, but he still rushed over to help Teacher Wu up.

With his rich experience in being beaten by Chu Qiu, he did some simple examinations and found that Teacher Wu only had a torn tendon in his waist and abdomen, and the injury was not serious, so he called the school's security personnel.

"It seems that my train of thought is not wrong, that person will come back to appreciate his work, but what is the supernatural ability that the masked man has mastered?" Yang Shu pondered while waiting, "Did he control Mr. Wu's body, or is it something like a spiritual projection?" What does that mask mean?"

Soon, people from the school security office came, sent Mr. Wu to the school hospital, and took Yang Shu away, and several school leaders and Yang Shu went to the security room to check the surveillance video.

Along the way, Yang Shu and Mr. Wu talked happily without any anomalies, and the surveillance camera in the specimen exhibition room seemed to be broken, and did not take any pictures of the two.

"Can I go? I have already said that Mr. Wu sprained his waist while dancing, and it has nothing to do with me, do you confirm that you want to continue to delay my investigation of the case?" Yang Shuhu said pretending to be a tiger.

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Several school leaders looked at each other, but they couldn't come up with evidence, so they had to let poplar leave.

Walking out of the campus of Yanhuang Medical University, Yang Shu took another car and went straight to the office of the criminal investigation team in the PL district.

After showing his identification, he also entered the archives and examined the twelve bone flutes.

A policewoman briefed Poplar about the bone flute.

"The largest bone flute is made from the tibia of the victim's left thigh, and the sound is relatively dull······ The smaller one is the radius of the right forearm······"

These tapes recorded the timbre of the flutes······ We have not been able to find an entry point in this case, the victim disappeared in the wilderness without any monitoring equipment, and these bone flutes are also exceptionally clean without any useful information. ”

"Well, it's clean. Poplar nodded in agreement.

But what Yang Shu said was clean and what the policewoman said was not the same thing, and these bone flutes also had no resentment or death on them, and they were clean.

"Can I take one back for testing?" he asked.

"Do you have the relevant permissions?"

After taking some more time and applying for permission, Poplar walked out of the building of the criminal investigation team with the smallest bone flute, made of the radius of his right forearm.

It's already night, the lights are on, and the world is prosperous.