Chu Lingqiao's resoluteness made Xiao Ye admire, but his life motto was that he must not admit cowardice in front of beautiful women. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Since I proposed the plan, let's do it." Xiao Ye said suddenly.

Without waiting for Chu Lingqiao to say anything, Xiao Ye continued: "First, the painter should have paid attention to your serious crime team a few years ago, I am a new intern, so he can't touch any doorway, and second, the plan is proposed by me, so it is most appropriate for me to carry it out." ”

Fang Zhenghua took a puff of his cigarette and looked at him solemnly, "Xiao Ye, have you thought about it?" ”

Xiao Ye nodded, "Of course, if this is not done, I am afraid that I will go back and let the old man peel the skin." ”

"That's good." Fang Zhenghua pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand and said, "Then it's up to you." ”

"Squadron!" Chu Lingqiao seemed to be about to say something.

Fang Zhenghua stretched out his hand and waved, stopping Chu Lingqiao's words, "You are a lesbian, we shouldn't let you be in danger, and I believe in Xiao Ye, he has this ability." ”

After Fang Zhenghua finished speaking, he couldn't help but let Shao Huayang and Chu Lingqiao leave first, while he had some personal matters to discuss with Xiao Ye.

After the two went out, only Xiao Ye and him were left in the room.

Fang Zhenghua looked at Xiao Ye and Xiao Ye smiled. "It's time to talk about us......"

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To be honest, Xiao Ye was also helpless, he had never been a person who dug a pit and jumped by himself, but this time he jumped in.

Maybe it's because Chu Lingqiao, or for painters, he already has a kind of paranoia in his heart, but he doesn't notice it at this time.

Busy time always flies quickly, and the end of August has passed, and the weather in Jinghai City has cooled a little, but the residual warmth of the dead man at the Normal University has not yet passed.

It can be seen that Lu Ming is a good teacher at school, so even though he has left, the art exhibition he wants to hold is still completed by his students.

Almost all of the works exhibited by the students of Normal University in the gallery are works from Lu Ming's life, although Lu Ming is not a big man, but he is also a little famous.

Xiao Ye and Chu Lingqiao also got the news, Chu Lingqiao proposed to come over and have a look, but somehow, Xiao Ye also agreed.

The gallery is not small, and there are many works by Lu Ming, and at the same time, every student he has taught has taken out a work for the exhibition as a theme to commemorate Lu Ming.

Xiao Ye had heard about the art exhibition, which was the reason why they and Hua'an went to Fengzhu Township.

But unexpectedly, this art exhibition has become the beginning of two deaths, and now the case has not been solved, but in their world, it is over.

There are many people who come to see the exhibition, most of them are school students, and some may have come here or been pulled by friends to cheer on them.

In short, there are many levels between the crowds of the river, and it is difficult to tell what they do.

Xiao Ye followed Chu Lingqiao into the gallery, which was a cloister-style hall, and the main wall was almost all Lu Ming's works, which were classified according to age and time.

Most of them start with the early works and continue until the last one before Lu Ming's death.

Xiao Ye is not good at art, so when he sees Lu Ming's works, he is really a layman, so he can only use his own aesthetics to start savoring them.

He didn't know what to think, in short, he just wanted to come and see, Lu Ming was only in contact with him a few times, and each time it ended in the interrogation conversation, but he gave Xiao Ye the impression that this was a very thoughtful person.

At the same time, Lu Ming is still very cunning, his heart may be too rational, otherwise he would not be under so much pressure, and he is still tight-lipped about the secret between him and Hua'an, and he is as guarded as a city.

Xiao Ye and Chu Lingqiao walked very slowly, starting from his first work in his early years, the two of them slowly walked forward along the corridor, although they couldn't talk about appreciation, but Xiao Ye could still see that he painted very well and was very attentive.

Chu Lingqiao is different from Xiao Ye, she still understands some things in this regard, and sometimes explains it to Xiao Ye.

Among the many works, there are drawings, inks, and oil paintings. There are many types, which may make people dazzled, but Xiao Ye didn't feel messy, but was inexplicably shocked in his heart.

"Wait a minute, did you notice that these paintings seem strange?" Xiao Ye said.

"Huh? Did you find anything?" Chu Lingqiao asked strangely.

Xiao Ye thought for a while, "In this way, you look back first, and then wait for me in front, I want to look at his work again from the beginning." ”

Chu Lingqiao wanted to say something, but in the end he nodded.

Xiao Ye silently walked back to the starting point and looked at it from the beginning again.

Lu Ming is a very interesting person, his early works, almost all of which are ink paintings, and then slowly begin to transform into oil paintings, and finally sketches, that is, the works of the most recent year.

Xiao Ye frowned and looked at them one by one.

The black and white of the ink, the splendor of the oil painting, and then the simplicity of the sketch, the more Xiao Ye looked at it, the more he felt that his heart seemed to be a little stirring.

For some reason, when he saw Lu Ming's sketch at the end, he unconsciously began to feel a little irritable in his heart.

After a long time, Xiao Ye found Chu Lingqiao at the end of the corridor.

"Did you find anything?" Chu Lingqiao asked.

"Actually, it can't be regarded as a discovery, but I don't know if you have observed it, Lu Ming's paintings are from ink landscapes, which slowly turn into oil paintings, and then sketches." Xiao Ye said.

"What's going on?"

"It gives people the feeling that it is from an open world, slowly becoming narrow, and finally becoming a specific thing, a specific person." Xiao Ye said.

"Someone, specifically?"

"That's right, if you look at his paintings in the last year, almost all of them are sketch portraits, but when I look at his lines, I somehow feel a little bored, I remember you didn't say it? Painting is sometimes the psychology of people.

Therefore, from Lu Ming's works over the years, it can be seen that Lu Ming's state of mind began to change slowly, from the free and easy ink painting to slowly become narrow, dark, and even distorted! Just like he paints these portraits, I think he must have been anxious in the last year. ”

"You're saying that because of that secret between him and Hua An, it caused his work to start changing styles?" Chu Lingqiao said.

"Chances are, didn't you say it in psychology? It's like that mental projection, he likes portrait painting for nearly a year. Do you think he's trying to figure out someone? Or do you want to portray someone? If you look at his portraits, there are seven of them, do you think one of these seven portraits is a murderer 'painter'? ”