The doctor's words speak for themselves, and Sam and I hurried back to the office for the final tidying up..........

"I don't understand! Master! Is this just saying that the painter is a murderer? Sam walked up and down at my desk, shaking my head so dizzy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I turned on the virtual screen and projected it into the room, which was divided into four scenes: the body of his mother in the living room, the body of his wife in the bedroom, the toilet dyed red, and the knife with only the tip and blade of the knife.

"It's hard to say whether he's a murderer or not." I don't dare to jump to conclusions.

The painter's temperament has changed dramatically, and if it all comes from the psychologist, then the living room can't explain it.

"First of all, the corpse is blurred, and whoever sees it is disgusting. Except for the paint on her body at the end, the position of her hands has changed. Sam clutched his head and screamed, his feet getting faster and faster.

I saw his agitation and immediately shouted, "Calm me down!" ”

His body stiffened, and the speed of his increase gradually slowed down: "I don't know why, I'm a little irritable today." Sam leaned back on the couch and let out a sigh of relief.

I looked out the window at the grass and tried to relax, before I told him, "Do you know why I told you to hold back?" ”

"I don't know."

"Because there's a problem with the set there." I turned my head and pointed to the projection in the living room.

The projection clearly reflects the painter's living room in the living room, there are too many restless warm colors, and there is only one fish tank with cold colors, and the light is turned off to bring not the feeling of being neutralized after mixing, but a strange and dark color.

"No wonder........ Isn't it possible that old Mr. Nails? Sam was suspicious of the old nail.

"I don't have any evidence to clear the old nails, but I think our focus seems to be wrong." There was a flash of lightning passing through, and I seemed to be grasping something.

"Could it be that outsiders killed their family? And kidnapped him? Sam inadvertently said something.

I carefully read it silently in my heart a few times and found that it was the word 'outsider'!

I looked at these pictures again and suddenly realized........ His idea is simple, but we just look at it from an angle.

"Master, what do you see?" Sam keenly caught something.

I smiled mysteriously: "I saw a painting that was not finished yet!" ”

"Be clear!" Sam was in a hurry.

I leaned back in my chair and stretched lazily: "Don't worry, we'll go to the art gallery in the North District in the evening." ”

...........

In the past few months, the museum has been able to get exhibits of very unique paintings or cool looking objects, to put it bluntly, some art objects that follow the trend. So no one likes it and there is no way, after all, people's impetuousness is a normal social phenomenon.

At about 11:40 a.m., Sam and I were observing the restaurant across the street from the art gallery, and Sam, who was still studying detective novels, asked me puzzledly, "Master, are you sure he'll show up?" I think if there was a third party, he would have been killed. ”

Sam was right, he had been killed, but the body was still alive.

I'm still selling: "You can solve this case tonight, you can take a good look, although you have put forward a lot of key details, it is a pity that you didn't catch them." ”

"It's a pity." Sam smiled bitterly, glanced at the time and exclaimed, "Master, it's twelve o'clock in a few minutes." ”

I nodded and motioned for him to follow me. I felt in my pocket, and I had a hand of dry powder in it, just in case, because the person I was dealing with today had got something terrible.

The doors of the gallery were closed, and it took advantage of Yardre's permission privilege to get the key for three hours, and if he didn't show up for those three hours, it would probably be necessary to reorganize my opinion, and I hope I can't be wrong.

The rattling of the chains seemed to stir something, and in order to make it quieter, I ordered Sam to hold it underneath. Then there was the open door, and the sound of it rubbing against the ground was like glass, but fortunately, I prepared a dry powder to sprinkle underneath so that it wouldn't make such a big noise.

The inside of the gallery was very open and deadly silent. In this silence, the moonlight can only shine on the front row of exhibits, and the depths are like an abyss, filled with endless darkness, and if it is swallowed up, it must be doomed.

His gaze faintly swept over the various exhibits placed on it. To be honest, I'm not a person who likes to follow trends, I don't know anything about these things in front of me, since Sam's temperament has changed, he has washed away a lot of impetuousness, and he will be quiet when he is fine. It's just that I never thought he would be hooked on detective novels.

A few steps inside, I felt the sight: "Mr. Painter, come out, I know you're inside." I wish we could talk. ”

There was the movement of the wheels inside, which made me even more convinced of my speculation.

"I know you're here, you don't have to hide."

"Master! You say he's there!? Sam panicked, he probably thought the painter was dead.

I faced the darkness: "He's in there, and his wheelchair is still shaking a little. It seems that no one pushes him, and it's hard for him. ”

Gak~Gak~Gak~

The wheelchair seems to be a bit of a problem, and the movement of the wheels is still a little frustrating.

From the darkness gradually emerged a tired and drowsy man, his arms were long enough to push the wheelchair that carried him perfectly, and his legs were covered with a blanket, in terms of height, he may have been paralyzed for too long, causing the muscles of his body to atrophy, and even his abdomen was covered by the upper body that was paralyzed behind his legs.

Ignoring us, he pushed his wheelchair to a very abstract portrait and stopped.

"How did you know I was here?" His voice was weak, and by feeling it, I could still hear that the timbre was very strong when he was still healthy.

I smiled at him: "You didn't kill people, where else can you go except to come here?" Going home doesn't work. ”

He turned his head and the bones rattled so much that I thought his head was going to be broken. Then he asked, "How can you be sure that I didn't kill the person?" Obviously, I was the only one who survived. ”

"Don't you understand?" I asked suddenly.

"What?"

I snorted, and an arc curled around my mouth: "That woman has so many holes in mind that you can't explain how you killed so many police officers and escaped the DNA examination of the medical examiner." ”

To be continued........... (To be continued.) )