In the summer of '98 in Beijing, the sky was like a fire, and the small courtyard was no longer cool. In the courtyard of the www.biquge.info of the pen, the leaves are drooping, the flowers are bowing, and the goldfish in the tank are all floating, constantly spitting bubbles among the duckweed on the water surface.

Feng didn't come to make a trip, asked me to go to Tonghua, Jilin to escape the summer, I really wanted to see the ruins of the tomb of the Goguryeo king, promised him, he went to Liao Huansheng again, and asked me to make an appointment with the Cao team when he left, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I must take this opportunity to get together.

Although I knew that Team Cao had been so busy recently that I didn't have time, I still agreed.

I told him that he was going to Tonghua, Jilin, and he thought about it for a while, and happily agreed, saying that it could be arranged, as long as he stopped in Ji'an for a day when he went, we found a place to play, and he would do something.

Feng, of course, is fine, but I vaguely feel that something is wrong, and I am afraid that I am falling into the way of the Cao team.

Sure enough, on the train to Jilin, Team Cao dragged me to the dining car, which was called a long journey and a bottle of beer. This train is not usually slow, all the big and small stations are stopped, but fortunately there is a dining car to kill some time. After a few drinks, he told me about his plan.

It all started a few months ago in the painters' village of the Old Summer Palace in the western suburbs of Beijing. There is a village on the side of the outer wall of the Old Summer Palace ruins, since the end of the eighties, there have been a group of unambitious painters who have rented a large number of private houses, while working as a studio to paint, while also living in it, mainly because the rent is cheap and clean, which is very suitable for artistic creation.

In the mid-90s, when several painters came from and became representatives of Chinese avant-garde art that attracted worldwide attention, the popularity of the painters' village suddenly increased, but no one remembered the original name of the village. A large number of foreigners came here with the mentality of hunting for sightseeing, and the rent in the village also rose by the way. Although some painters could not afford the rent and moved to the village in the east of the capital, there were still dozens of persistent painters living in the painters' village.

After all, there is no regularity in the life of artists, and they are afraid of constraints and have been mixed with cigarettes, alcohol and even ecstasy for a long time, there are too many parties, and there are many people coming and going, and public security is a big problem, which makes the local police station a headache, but there is no other better way than to increase patrols and increase the management of mobile personnel.

Fortunately, in the painter's village, except for the painter and his friends who drank high and occasionally had a public order incident of picking quarrels and provoking trouble, everything was quite peaceful.

But a series of cases that occurred in the painter's village in '98 completely caused turmoil here. At first, it was just a ripple from a small pebble, but no one expected it to turn into a stormy wave.

In early summer, a young painter died in his studio, only to be found two days later, because there were deep blade scratches on his wrists, the blades were on his hands, and there were large traces of dry blood on the ground, plus the deceased was very poor, had no girlfriend, and painted all day, the case was naturally characterized as suicide.

Originally, the painter's personality has some incompatible with ordinary people, painting for a long time, encountering many setbacks, and it is normal to not be able to think about it for a while, and no one will pay too much attention to this suicide for too long.

But a week later, a second suicide came, this time by the first batch of old painters in their forties, who had moved into the painters' village. This surnamed Sun has a bold and righteous personality, and there are friends everywhere in the village. Moreover, his painting level is quite high, and he is from a professional class, and he is concerned by many foreign galleries, and he should be the closest to becoming popular, so his suicide is incomprehensible to those familiar with the village. And he also chose to cut his wrists.

When Painter Sun was discovered, he still had a little strength, and it was his painter friend who found him, and his friend had already fainted half of the blood on the ground when he saw it, and he had no knowledge of first aid, so he did not immediately stop the bleeding for Painter Sun, but ran home to take his mobile phone and call 120.

When he ran back to Painter Sun's house, he found that in the few minutes he was away, Painter Sun struggled to pick up the utility knife and stabbed his other wrist fiercely. This must be a big hatred and resentment against yourself. Generally, people who commit suicide, when they enter a semi-comatose state, most of them will regret it, especially those who cut their wrists, the process of death is very long, perhaps it is a recall of a lot of sunshine and beauty in life, and suddenly arouses a strong desire to survive, struggling to get up and want to ask for help.

An old criminal investigator like Team Cao has seen many scenes of suicide by cutting his wrists, but it is the first time he has seen someone who can struggle to get up and make up for himself. However, the death of Painter Sun seems to have opened a spell for the painter's village, which has nothing to do with chance, has nothing to do with the heart, has nothing to do with frustration, has nothing to do with pursuit, has no logic, no omen, and no reason, only a momentary indifference and despair of life. So, in just one month, there was a third, a fourth.

When the case file reached the Cao team, the legend of contagious suicide had already spread in the painter's village, and some good people found that all the suicide victims had a common point before cutting their wrists, that is, they had a cold and fever before committing suicide, and they were bedridden for two days. As soon as this statement came out, everyone was frightened, especially a painter with a headache and brain fever, who immediately put down his brush and fled from the village.

Listening to the description of Cao Team's eyebrows, I suddenly had the illusion that Cao Team was facing a bizarre series of suicide cases, and I was simply happy to watch a group of artists complete the worship of death in the form of performance art. Team Cao seemed to notice something strange in his eyes, instantly put away the smile hidden at the corner of his mouth, and sat up seriously again.

"Perhaps, there is a connection between the suicides? Maybe the suicide itself was a sensational performance art work planned by this small circle of people? I remember in the early 80s, at the first national art exhibition, didn't a group of avant-garde artists sell hairtail fish in front of the art museum, shoot in mirrors, and run naked along the Nanhe River? Maybe this time the expression is too extreme, by the way, are the artists who commit suicide? If it is a contagious suicide, the residents of the village should not be spared, right?" I poured myself a glass of beer, I don't know why, in the past two years, the level of catering in the train dining car has dropped so much, the dishes are either salty or light, and even the bottled beer has a strange smell, as if it has expired.

"It's all the artists who committed suicide, but it's unlikely that they've designed it, and there is very little intersection between many artists, one of them has just moved in for two weeks, and the Sun painter is in his seventeens, so it's impossible to string them together. Contagious suicide is pure nonsense, I specifically called Zhou Cheng, mental illness is impossible to be contagious, there will be collective depression, but it is impossible for everyone to use the way of cutting their wrists, suicide is a very personal matter, related to a person's hobbies, living environment, educational background, and interpersonal relationships, so the choice is also strange, how can everyone stare at one of them?" Team Cao said, also picked up the cup, and poured himself a sip.

"After all, it's the last thing in the world, anyone will be very cautious, and anyone will choose once according to their own heart, so Zhou Cheng's kid doesn't understand why a group of people cut their wrists, and I also regret calling him for a lot of things, now it's okay, go to work with me, and the investigation is more detailed than ours. Team Cao said and smiled wryly at me.

Without waiting for me to answer, Team Cao muttered again, "Zhou Cheng's kid has a sentence that I think makes sense, the collective unconscious, there is no connection between the suicide, but the suicide itself will have an impact on the psychology of the artist group, and in the unconscious case, it has an assimilation effect." ”

"It has to be that everyone is subconsciously suicidal, and it doesn't explain the suicide method of cutting their wrists. Zhou Cheng treated the case as a research topic, but I don't think so. I muttered.

"Lao Chang, don't say it, in the past two years, I have committed Tai Sui, and I have encountered a lot of strange things. A while ago, did you hear about the dead man at the Wuhuan Brewery?"

"Team Cao, if you want to say that, I think you are committing Tai Sui every year, so I am busy with you, didn't you talk about the matter of the painter's village?

"It's okay, Chang, you go on listening. Team Cao said as he filled the wine glass in front of me.

"At the beginning of spring today, a worker disappeared from the Wuhuan Brewery, and the worker's family reported the case, but no one was found, and a week later, the quality inspection department of the factory found that there was always a strange smell in the workshop where the large beer brewing barrels were placed. It is estimated that there is a problem with the fermentation of the brewing barrels, and those equipment are imported from Germany, and there has been no technical failure for five or six years. Everyone opened the brewing barrel, and the worker who opened the lid of the barrel fainted on the spot. ”

Everyone pinched their noses and looked inside, and the missing worker was in the brewing vat, soaked in an unhuman appearance, fat four or five times, his overalls became one by one, and his skin was the same color as orange peel. I listened to Team Cao's words, and the wine glass I had just picked up was quickly put down, and my stomach was refluxed, and my head began to feel dizzy.

"The point is that the Germans had the foresight to have a small diameter at the mouth of the jar, and normal people can't squeeze it in, let alone fall in, but how did the worker get in? This becomes an open case. Later, the factory used a metal cutting machine to cut off the entire metal cover to get the body out. "Team Cao wanted to go on, without considering my strong reaction.

"Team Cao, I regret that I shouldn't have called you out now, how good it would be for you to investigate your beer soaked corpse case. I cursed as my stomach cramped.

"Lao Chang, I find that you are becoming less and less research-minded now, I want to tell you, think about it carefully, you didn't know about Wuhuan Beer before, right? The factory blocked the news as soon as possible, and the brewing tanks were independent, and the tanks that had the accident were discarded at that time, and the batch of wine did not leave the factory at all, and we drank it, and there was no problem with the quality at all, but before I told you this, did you already think that the taste of beer was a little wrong? I asked a lot of people, and everyone felt the same way, what is this called? This is what Zhou Cheng said about the collective unconscious, group perception behavior. "Team Cao is serious.

At this moment, my stomach turned upside down, and it seemed that the pale yellow liquor had turned orange red in my stomach, and it was getting deeper and deeper. I slammed my glass down on the table and yelled, "Waiter, if you have a five-ring beer, give me two bottles." ”

(The sail is only five points, and the ship is safe.) Only five points of water are injected, and the device is stable. For example, Han Xin was captured with his courage to prepare for the shock, Lu Ji was killed with his talent, Huo Guang was defeated by the power and forced the king, and Shi Chong died in the wealth of the enemy country, all of whom were defeated by ten. Kang Jieyun: "Don't drink alcohol to become drunk, be careful not to leave the flowers." "The purpose is to say -- "Caigen Tan")