Didn't the content of the painting give him any hints? Instead, the size and shape of those paintings, he found a free place, Xie Yunmeng sat on the floor, took a picture frame and looked at it carefully.

A very ordinary wooden frame, just like a photo frame made by a photo studio for a client, has a circle of decorative wood on the edge, Xie Yunmeng broke it with his hand, and it was easy to break. Mr. Detective first removed the frame of the entire painting, revealing something like thick cardboard, which did not have the hardness of wood at all.

Xie Yunmeng put down the cardboard with the canvas pasted, continued to pick up the second frame, and broke all the wood on the edges as before, still pasting the canvas on the cardboard, and more than a dozen paintings in a row. Then Xie Yunmeng tried to tear the canvas off the cardboard.

Maybe it was because it was too tight, or maybe Xie Yunmeng used too much force, in short, the canvas was torn up at once. Xie Yunmeng simply ignored the thirty-seven twenty-one, and tore the entire canvas into pieces.

It wasn't until the surface of the cardboard was cleaned that Xie Yunmeng could see clearly what was under the canvas, which was simply a schoolboy's painting, with crooked lines, unsightly color blends, and an unbelievable outline.

Could it be that the person who paints here still has a child? Xie Yunmeng instantly had such an idea, but he quickly shook his head, because the people from the police in the jurisdiction just now said that the people who used to paint here had gone abroad more than two years ago, and because he bought this warehouse, and it had not been dealt with since he left the country, no one went in and out to check it.

And this person has no relatives in the city at all, so it is impossible for children to stay here. Xie Yunmeng tore open several canvases in a row, looking at the works of primary school students, he couldn't help but pick up his mobile phone.

"Xiao Yao, there's something very strange." After hearing Yun Yeyao's voice, Xie Yunmeng immediately got to the point.

"What is it? Xiao Meng. Yun Yeyao immediately asked, and the sound of a car horn came from her phone, indicating that they had not yet reached their first destination.

Xie Yunmeng continued: "I found that the paintings in the warehouse were all repurposed from picture frames, and the inside of the frames was not wooden boards at all, but cardboard pasted on canvas. I dismantled several paintings, and when I tore off the canvas, there were other paintings on the cardboard surface, which were ugly, completely different from the works on the canvas, like they were drawn by children! ”

"Xiao Meng, are all the paintings there like this?"

"I didn't take all the paintings apart, but I picked out a dozen or so paintings, and each one was the one I just said. Xiaoyao, what do you think is the reason for this? ”

"Xiao Meng, let me ask you first, has the person who painted in the warehouse investigated?"

"I didn't go to great lengths to find it, the person in charge of the police in the jurisdiction knew the owner of the warehouse, he was indeed a painter, but he had gone abroad more than two years ago, and all the paintings he left behind were locked in this warehouse, and the warehouse has not been entered and used by anyone since he went abroad."

"So the murderer took advantage of a warehouse that no one would enter, and pasted the paintings of people from the past onto his own work, and the murderer himself may not have been able to paint at all." Yun Yeyao said.

Xie Yunmeng didn't agree with this statement too much, "Xiao Yao, why is the murderer so troublesome?" Isn't it superfluous for him to discard the original frames and get a large number of discarded photo frames, repair and decorate them to serve as frames, and then tear off the canvases and stick them on top of his works. ”

"Maybe the killer wanted to expose these clues to us?" Yun Yeyao said.

"I admit that there is such a possibility, but if he wants to show that he can't paint, he can completely present these messy works directly in front of us, and remove or hide the original paintings. If he wants to show that he is very good at drawing, just let us see the drawings of the owner of the warehouse. ”

Xie Yunmeng obviously didn't understand what the murderer was thinking? He is now in a state of half-belief about what Liu Yunzhao said, and from the bottom of his heart, Xie Yunmeng feels that Liu Yunzhao is a madman. But from the perspective of professional prudence, the seven people Liu Yunzhao mentioned had to worry him, and he would only stop worrying about it if he really got the factual evidence.

Yun Yeyao thought for a while and asked, "Xiao Meng, what is the surname of the original owner of the warehouse?" ”

"Surname Xu."

"Then when he left, did he entrust the warehouse to some friend to take care of?"

"No, I guess it's abandoned."

"Xiao Meng, I think the murderer can't use the original frame, maybe the name of the original author is engraved on the frame, and it may not be possible to debunk his behavior. Aren't there any money on those canvases? Yun Yeyao speculated.

"Nope." Xie Yunmeng replied simply, and he continued to disassemble the other intact frames.

"Is there a sign for the hidden work behind the canvas?" Yun Yeyao continued to ask.

"I don't think I can even call painting, it's just graffiti, how can there be a payment?"

"Even if it's graffiti, Xiao Meng, you carefully identify whether these graffiti looks like any words, or you take all the words apart and see if there are any clues hidden on any of them!"

"I'm doing this! The graffiti I see so far is just some small flowers and grass, and it has nothing to do with the text at all. ”

Yun Yeyao turned on the speakerphone, Xie Yunmeng's words Mo Haiyou heard everything, he was also thinking, Mo Haiyou thought that things were not easy to say now, such as whether the murderer moved his hands and feet on the frame, or the dead Liu Yunzhao's hands and feet.

If it is the murderer, then his purpose is incredible, if it is Liu Yunzhao, then it should be using this method to hide clues that can reveal the murderer.

But the murderer is not a fool, Liu Yunzhao moved such obvious hands and feet, even Xie Yunmeng can see it at a glance, can't the murderer who has fiddled with these drawing boards find out? Mo Haiyou felt that this probability was too small.

"Xiao Meng, maybe there is a third party!" Yun Yeyao said suddenly.

"What third party? In addition to the corpse and the murderer, was there a third person in the warehouse who had been there? ”

"Yes, there's likely a third person in the warehouse who went, after the killer left."

"Xiao Yao, what are you kidding? How long did it take for the killer to leave until we entered the warehouse? Liu Yunzhao was suddenly killed while on the phone, and we entered the warehouse in less than five minutes, what can the third person do in these five minutes? Do you want to swap those paintings? How can it be! ”

Mo Haiyou was also a little curious about Yun Yeyao's sudden point of view, and he asked, "Xiao Yao, tell me what you think." ”