But then again, there are indeed many strange places in the collective invitation suicide incident of the painter's village. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I struggled to finish a bottle of beer, and began to think about the tiny details behind the façade of the Painter's Village incident, in line with the principle of his own cure.

"Team Cao, all the painters you said had one thing in common before committing suicide, all of them had been sick once, they had a fever, I think it may be a manifestation of inflammation, suicide is not contagious, but the disease can be contagious. "Although suicide due to infectious diseases seems even more absurd, at least it is necessary to find out whether there is a connection between the two.

Team Cao lowered his head and thought for a while and said, "Lao Chang, what you said makes sense, but this inflammation, inflammation, what is the inflammation?" Team Cao rhythmically tapped the table with his knuckles, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and suddenly stood up.

"Chang, you wait for me, I'll come when I go get something. Without waiting for me to ask, he hurried out of the dining car. I didn't think it was strange to hear the wind or the rain once or twice, so I continued to make collective unconscious conjectures about Wuhuan Beer.

A few minutes later, Team Cao came back with a large brown paper file bag, followed by Feng Ke.

In the past few years, Feng has lived a relaxed life, and the antique shop opened with Liao Huansheng has a prosperous business, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a day of gold, and he also mixed into the City Collection Association a while ago, he has a family heirloom, and can toss, and there is Huansheng behind such an appraisal to support everyone, naturally it is wind and water, and he is at ease, and people seem to be fatter than before, but he will always look high-spirited.

Feng was not polite, he went to the one next to me, picked up a beer, poured himself a glass, took a sip of it quite enjoyably, and said: "Lao Chang, you and Lao Cao don't call me when you come to drink, this long night is long, it's really hard to pass without beer." ”

"You, get in the car and lean on the sleeper, your heart is really wide, but you're the main force for drinking beer, and Lao Cao and I are dying. I laughed and talked to him.

"You can't do it, don't tease, when can I last until the second half of drinking with you?" Feng just grinned and poured me wine.

"It's not a matter of how much you drink? Lao Cao didn't tell you about the Wuhuan beer a while ago? It's okay, you drink it first, and I'll tell you slowly." "Finally finding a master who is about to share my illness, my heart is much more balanced.

Team Cao didn't care about me and Feng, but took out a stack of photos from the paper bag and looked at them carefully.

When I finished talking about Wuhuan Beer, Feng Wei covered his stomach, his face was green, and he held it for a long time, without squeaking, but he grabbed the waiter who passed by and asked sincerely: "Do you have Tsingtao Beer?" Can you help change two bottles?"

"The bottle is gone, do you want the can?" replied the waiter in a succinct manner.

Feng Fei waved his hand and weakly moved the beer bottle in front of him to the side.

"Lao Chang, look at this photo, the inflammation you are talking about, could it be because of this?" Team Cao handed me the photo in his hand, Feng Fei glanced at it curiously, immediately covered his mouth, leaned back in the seat and stopped talking.

The photos were supposed to be post-mortem photos of the criminal police team, all the bodies were pale and cold, and the deep wounds on the wrists looked shocking. But the back of this corpse has a dark gray pattern, the size of a palm, which seems to be a tattoo, but the photographer obviously did not pay attention to this detail, there is no close-up photo, it is impossible to see what the tattoo is, it is a black mass.

I picked up another dozen photos, it was another suicide, there was also an obvious tattoo trace, but the area was smaller than the previous one, but the pattern was a little clearer, vaguely a profile portrait of a long-haired woman, although the tattoo was a little rough, but the woman's demeanor was well captured, indifferent and arrogant.

"Lao Chang, you just mentioned this, I really found another thing that the suicide people have in common, they have all tattooed, I remember Xiao Lei told me that when I first performed the autopsy, there were some bruises around the tattoo, as if it had just been tattooed, and now it can't be seen in the photo. Team Cao said, handing me a few more.

In the photo, a tattoo on the back of the neck, a diamond-shaped pattern, and some vine-like patterns are entangled, like a family crest in the European Middle Ages. The other is on the waist, it is an oval, vaguely below is a cloud of mist, floating above the water waves, above is an ugly evil god, holding a three-strand fork in his hand, this pattern I have seen before, it should be called the Yaksha sea chart, it is said to have the effect of warding off evil spirits.

I saw that Feng had recovered from the nausea effect of Wuhuan beer at this time, and began to nibble on the grilled chicken on the table, so I threw the photo to him, "However, the tattoo is born from ancient witchcraft, and the most important thing is the matching of the tattooed thing and the five elements in the life, and the pattern is mostly based on traditional patterns, and the pattern of the utensils should be the same root and origin, you are everyone in this regard, tell us about it, right?"

Feng glanced at me resentfully, put down the chicken feet, took the photo, frowned, looked at it carefully, and said: "The one that Yaksha explores the sea is the clearest, I don't know if the tattoo is the same as the emphasis on literary play, but I received two carved clay pots with this pattern in the past two years, which are very rare, and experts in the circle told me that this pattern used to be more on porcelain pillows, and it was rare on bottles and tableware. But the master told me that the value of the utensils with this pattern does not depend entirely on the age and craftsmanship of the things, but on whether the cloud patterns on the pattern are living water patterns. Living water lines, vivid and elegant, with thousands of wealth, stagnant water lines, stiff and awkward, a loser. Therefore, in ancient times, those who did not have full confidence in painting and sculpture generally did not dare to touch this yaksha to explore the sea. But I really don't know what is so particular about tattoos. ”

Feng said that he has a nose and eyes, I took the photo and looked at it carefully, the Yaksha sea map on the tattoo is full of clouds, the lines are smooth and fine, and there is a bottomless feeling, which should be the living water lines he said.

"The shield and the woman's head are completely in the Western pattern, I don't understand what to say, but this one is a bit strange. As he spoke, Feng just turned over the first photo of a tattoo that I couldn't see as anything.

Team Cao and I glanced at each other, Team Cao's face suddenly became grim, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and his eyes never left the photos scattered on the table.

"It seems to be a scorpion, not just one, the photo is too unclear, but if it is a scorpion, it must not be one, it should be five. This scorpion pattern is quite common on jade stone carvings, but it is generally a solitary one, a thing that wards off evil spirits, and I have never seen it crawling all over the ground. No, it seems that I have seen a bunch of scorpion artifacts before, this brain is not good, where have I seen it?" Feng just rubbed his short beard on his chin, frowned, and muttered to himself.

"On the ever-bright lamp, in the center of the plate. "I suddenly remembered that I had seen this pattern before.

Feng just slapped his thigh, "It's still Chang Ye, that's right, it's on that lamp plate, no one in the cultural entertainment circle dares to play with the dark weapon, that thing is evil, so you can't see it on the market at all." But then again, I haven't studied tattoos, but why are these tattoos so mad, no wonder they died early. ”

Feng is just rough talk, it is true that as he said, Yaksha is the god of the underworld, not useless, depending on where it is used, tattooed on the body, most people can't hold it. Scorpions are common, but just like the image of the dragon, five claws and three claws can only be used in places related to the royal family, the people want to use, not no, can only use four claws, the truth is also ordinary people can not support, originally these patterns are to seek an auspicious peace, but too much, but to overcome their own life.

The scorpion itself is the head of the five poisons, poisonous and quiet, the five scorpions have been recorded in the genealogy of the same plate, in the early years I saw once on a Han Dynasty Changming lamp unearthed in Hebei, the tomb is extremely heavy, the so-called thousand-year-old living hole, a special feng shui that once died, very people can be buried. If the deceased dies with a heavy resentment and his soul is entangled, then four permanent lamps with five scorpions on the same plate should be placed in the four sides of the tomb to deter the yin spirit. It's hard to imagine what the effect of tattooing five scorpions on a person's back would be?

For a while, everyone was silent, each with their own concerns. The train shook violently twice, slowing down, as if it was about to enter the station again. Feng Fei stretched his waist and said, "It's too breathless in the carriage, we should go to Shenyang, let's go down and breathe." ”

Team Cao didn't talk, but took out his mobile phone and made a call. The train slowly stopped, and when there was a sharp brake sound, Team Cao's loud voice also sounded at the same time: "Leizi, tomorrow morning, you go to the morgue and re-shoot the tattoos on the backs of those people in the Old Summer Palace, you must find a way to shoot clearly, I know, I know, if you really can't shoot clearly, find Lao Yan, draw one for me, and send it to the Ji'an Criminal Investigation Brigade, I will arrive at noon tomorrow." Also, let Director Zhang and the others check the underground shops with dry tattoos in the jurisdiction for me, where are the dead tattoos? If they can't find out, expand the scope until they find out. ”

I looked at the table below, it was two o'clock in the morning, and sympathy for Xiao Lei spontaneously appeared. But a question suddenly came to my heart, "Team Cao, you traveled all the way to Ji'an for a day, and let us accompany you, why?"

Team Cao took a sip of the beer in front of him, and said a little tiredly: "Actually, the deceased still has one thing in common that I haven't told you, the first to die and the painter surnamed Sun are both from Ji'an, the third deceased has lived in Ji'an for six years, the fourth deceased's fiancée is from Ji'an, and the fifth deceased is from Zhejiang, which has nothing to do with Ji'an, but before he died, he just went to Changbai Mountain to sketch for a month and lived in Ji'an." ”

"And a fifth suicide?" I was indeed a little surprised.

"How to say it, it shouldn't be called a suicide, it should be called a missing person, and he is also a rented painter in the village, playing sculpture. Just a few days ago, the landlord had not seen the painter out of the house for several days, afraid that he would run away in arrears of rent, so he kicked the door and went in to see that there was a pool of blood on the floor of the studio, and according to the amount of blood lost, the person was dead, but no body was found at the scene, only a bloody utility knife. Let's go, get out of the car and breathe, I'm really going to suffocate. ”