A jackdaw fluttered out from among the branches of the locust tree by the roadside, swept over the pile of rocks, and threw itself into the distant woods, where it disappeared. p>

Xu Zhiling turned his head in horror, paused, and smiled bitterly at Fu Changsha on the side: "Young Master Bai really knows how to choose a place." ”p>

Fu Changsha scratched his beard and said as if unintentionally: "Young Master Bai is a painting idiot, and his mind can only be understood by those who are good at painting. ”p>

Wen Sheng was silent. p>

It was too cold, and the river was empty, and the sun shining on her body was not a problem at all, and she felt very uncomfortable, so she had to tighten her cotton robe, curl her hands to her mouth and breathe softly. This body is still too weak. p>

Fu Changsha got on the boat first, and Wen Sheng saw that Xu Zhiling and the officer were also going to follow, so he said, "There are not so many people. ”p>

The boat is not big, two or three people are suitable, and if there are more boats, it will be crowded. p>

Fu Changsha asked Xu Zhiling to accompany the officer surnamed Song to wait below, looking at Wen Sheng, unsure whether he needed to help her. p>

A little girl raised in the depths of the boudoir, I don't know if I have ever seen a boat when she grows so big? is so stubborn, I have to come to see the scene where Bai Linyuan was killed, but I still talked about myself. p>

Wen Sheng stepped on the plank and got on the boat, Fu Changsha withdrew his gaze from her, pointed to the side of the boat and said, "Lin Sangu died there." ”p>

When Lin Sangu died, his upper body fell on the side of the ship, and the blood flowed into the cracks of the rocks, if it was summer, it would have been washed away by the flowing water, and at this time, a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the river near here, leaving a large pool of dark brown blood, and the air was filled with a fishy smell. p>

Wen Sheng stood on the board of the boat, looking down at the pool of blood, only to feel that his heart was beating faster and faster, and he was a little short of breath. p>

She closed her eyes, took those chaotic thoughts out of her mind, imagined the situation when Lin Bo was lying on the side of the boat, paused for a while, turned to Fu Changsha and said, "Go to the cabin and have a look." ”p>

Bai Linyuan died in the cabin, with two stabs in his body, Wen Sheng faintly felt that the thief seemed to be afraid that he would not be able to kill him, obviously the one on the neck was fatal, and he had to make up for it, what was the reason why he had to be so cautious for fear of missing? p>

The furnishings in the cabin were very simple, a long table was pulled aside, the stool was overturned to the ground, the surrounding board was dripping with ink, and dark red blood was splattered everywhere, because there was a hatch separating it, and the cabin was relatively closed, and the smell of blood and ink was mixed together, making people suffocate. p>

Fu Changsha had been in this cabin for a long time the night before, and after coming in, he just swept it and didn't find anything unusual, so his eyes fell on Wen Sheng, waiting to see if she would find out. p>

A paintbrush fell out of the pool of blood, and Wen Sheng walked over to the stool and turned around. p>

She could almost imagine that the hatch suddenly opened, Bai Linyuan stood up in a panic, and someone pounced on him and cut his neck, Bai Linyuan was hit hard and fell on his back, brought down the stool, and the pen in his hand also fell to the ground. p>

Although Fu Changsha, the head catcher, is rough in appearance, he is a very delicate person inside, even the arrest of Xu Zhiling and the officer surnamed Song are extremely experienced, and it is the son of Dian Shi who died, it is impossible to perfunctory, Wen Sheng knows that these people are experts, and he came to stand on Bai Linyuan's side to see if there are any clues that have been missed. p>

The overturned inkstone on the table had already dried, and there were a few pens rolling on the side, and the top piece of paper was half-drawn, and it was indeed a microwave sparkling river. p>

Half of the painting was stained with ink, and a small part of the bottom was shredded by a sharp blade, and in addition to this, some small pieces of paper fell in the corner, so that the uninformed could see that the cabin looked like it had been the end of a fierce struggle. p>

"What is this?" Wen Sheng bent down and picked up a piece of paper the size of a copper coin. p>

"It's a painting." Fu Changsha replied to her. p>

In fact, there is no need for him to say, Wen Sheng has already figured out that the paper in his hand is turned over, it is indeed a painting, and the ink marks on it are like this, such a small piece, and I don't know what to paint. p>

"These are torn paintings?" p>

"There's more to it." Fu Changsha went out to the door of the cabin and said a few words to Xu Zhiling, and brought back a cloth bag, which was full of scraps of paper of about the same size, Wen Sheng estimated that according to the size of Bai Linyuan's habitual drawing paper, these could make up at least twenty or thirty paintings. p>

Fu Changsha had a headache and said: "These are not shredded, they are cut by the murderer with the blade of a dagger after killing." ”p>

He watched Wen Sheng take a piece of fragment in each hand, standing in front of the table and comparing it repeatedly, his heart moved slightly, and suddenly he figured out why he still brought this Gu girl to see the murder scene knowing that the distance was not in compliance, did he subconsciously feel that he should ask her to take a look at these paintings and find a reasonable explanation for himself. p>

"You said that the murderer didn't rush to leave after killing two people in a row, first looted all the valuable things on their bodies, and unhurriedly cut all these paintings into pieces, and then patted his ass and walked away?" p>

Fu Changsha nodded: "I'm afraid so." ”p>

"Why?" p>

Fu Changsha seemed very patient: "We speculate that either the thieves are interested in seeing the wealth, and now they are on guard everywhere from the water, and the investigation is so strict, those chicken and dog thieves have no income, and suddenly found an opportunity to jump off the wall." There is also a possibility that the murderer is staring at Bai Dianshi's only son and is ruthless, as if he has some deep hatred, maybe Bai Dianshi has offended someone in the past, this is deliberate revenge. ”p>

He paused for a moment, and then said: "Because of these paintings, I have a new idea, could it be that Young Master Bai is hiding here to paint these days and witnessing something, or the murderer thinks he has seen something, so he kills people and kills people?" For example, the painting he was painting had a large piece of ...... "p> dirty

Wen Sheng shook his head: "If that's the case, the most important thing the murderer should do is to take this painting away." ”p>

She was very sober in her head, and she picked up the half-painted painting on the table, looked at it from the back, and said, "Borrow a fire." ”p>

Fu Changsha understood, took out the fire fold and shook it, Wen Sheng moved the drawing paper close to the firelight, looked at it carefully, paused for a while and put the painting down, and said, "I don't think there is any problem." There's nothing special about this whole painting. ”p>

Fu Changsha could not hide his disappointment. p>

Wen Sheng thought for a while, but said, "Fu Zhutou, I want to try to put together these pieces." ”p>

Fu Changsha was taken aback, and looked at the broken bag of paper: "This looks like it's all broken into paste, can you still put it together?" ”p>

Wen Sheng sighed: "I'm afraid it will take a lot of work." Tell someone to collect all the pieces and find me a quiet place. ”p>

Before the verdict, these were all important evidence, and it was impossible for Fu Changsha to ask her to bring this bag of things back. p>

"In addition, I want to see Bai Dian Shi again, please tell him." p>

(Sorry, I'm late.) ）p>

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