In the silence, I noticed that Gao Cheng's gaze sometimes floated through the rearview mirror, and sometimes he made eye contact, always feeling that there was a deep meaning in it, but I couldn't see through the emotion.

Suddenly, Tong Haogen asked in a hoarse voice: "What did you say just now...... What does it mean to go to prison to see Xiaohan? ”

My heart sank, and I was surprised when Gao Cheng said this, and it was clear what he meant. But the child ...... How so? But listen to him reply in the front seat: "No need to go. Tong Haogen showed a blank look, and I was suspicious.

After waiting for half an hour, we all understood the meaning of Gao Cheng's phrase "don't have to go".

The boy died.

Location – My Gallery.

When Gao Cheng's car drove in a familiar direction, I wondered, shouldn't I take Tong Haogen back to the police station to record a detailed confession? When I got to the intersection, I heard the horn of a police car in the distance, and as I got closer, I realized that something was wrong.

Because the police car was parked at the entrance of my gallery, and my gallery had been put up with a police line, and the crowd in front of the door was blocked. After getting out of the car, I saw Xu Jianglun, who walked over with a solemn face, and looked at me with a worried look in his eyes.

I asked, "What happened?" ”

Xu Jianglun darkened his eyes, and said as if he was indescribable: "Xia Zhu, you have a mental preparation, she ...... child."

It was Tong Haogen beside him who grabbed his voice first and asked, "What's wrong with Xiaohan?" Xu Jianglun turned his gaze and looked at him in surprise, and then I didn't have time to introduce it, so I went straight to my gallery. Stopped by the criminal police in front of the crowd, Xu Jianglun came over and said, "She is the owner of the gallery, let her in." ”

Almost as soon as I stepped in, I smelled a thick smell of blood. When I saw the petite body lying on the ground, I felt my body go numb, and I couldn't move my feet anymore. A hand was wrapped around my shoulder from behind, and Mu Mu turned his gaze sideways, looking at Takashiro Kiyotoshi's calm face, and asked, "Did you know before you came back?" He didn't answer, his dark eyes looked at me calmly, without worry or reassurance, but my already panicked mind gradually calmed down.

When I turned my head to look at the figure lying in the innermost part of the gallery, the sadness had faded. I remember that Gao Cheng once said that when things have already happened, sadness, sadness, and other emotions will only affect your judgment, and if you really want to do something for the other person, you can only calmly withdraw your emotions.

I walked over and looked at the people standing next to me, probably a criminal police officer such as forensic doctor Chen and trace examiners, and Zhang Ji was also among them. He looked at Gao Cheng beside me and said, "The scene has not moved, and the deceased is tentatively determined to have died of bleeding from a cut on his wrist, and there is a suicide note on the table." ”

Looking around, the child was wearing a white gauze skirt, and she didn't wear leggings in the cold winter, just bare legs, covered with long eyelashes, lipstick on her lips, and looked peaceful. She had a hideous wound on her right wrist, the blood had congealed, and there was a large pool of blood flowing from under her. If you ignore the bright red colors, you will think that she is just asleep. However, against the backdrop of blood, her face was almost transparent, and the blood on the white gauze skirt was like a dyed painting, poignant and stunning.

Close your eyes, I want to draw! I want to know why she killed herself?

Yes, suicide! How much Xiao Tong loves to paint, I can see very clearly in the past two years, that heat is born in her bones, and it can even be said to be crazy, so at the end of her life, she turned herself into the most beautiful and the last painting.

My eyes were closed for a long time, and I opened them in frustration, my heart still not quiet enough to take in the shadows. When I closed my eyes, my mind was full of blood stained with the child's white dress, and the scene of his demeanor was peaceful, and he couldn't shake it off. I still can't get rid of the distractions in my heart, because this person is a child, and the only person with whom I have crossed paths the most in the past two years.

Gao Cheng lightly swept around the gallery and said, "Let's start." ”

So all the criminal police began to get busy, I stood in front of me, listening to the forensic doctor Chen's low-kind statement: "The corpse's face and eye muscles are stiff, the body is not completely rigid, there are no corpse spots on the front body and back, and the time of death is about 4 to 5 o'clock in the morning." The wound on the right wrist was cut by a sharp blade, the marks of the knife cut were from the inside to the outside, and the degree of blood clotting was judged to be about 3:30 to cut the wrist, and the blood flowed for about half an hour, and the deceased gradually suffocated to death. ”

After listening to this, Zhang Ji asked: "Is it possible that he killed him?" Generally, people mainly use the right hand, and the veins are cut on the left wrist, and the marks are from the outside to the inside. Forensic doctor Chen paused and replied, "I don't know." ”

She really didn't know that the medical examiner's job was to restore the information on the body of the deceased, and she had no way of judging the course of the case.

But I knew, staring down at my hands hanging at my sides. We are all drawing, and when we hold the brush, we will not be divided into left and right, sometimes the right is the main thing, and the left is the secondary; However, sometimes the angle and presentation of the painting require the left hand to copy, so the flexibility of the left and right hands is comparable. In addition, Zhang Ji proposed that ordinary people should cut their veins from the outside in, but for painters, there is no so-called habit of inertia, only the beauty of lines.

At this time, Gao Cheng suddenly said: "Look at the suicide note, who is it for?" ”

Zhang Ji's cold eyes swept over and fell on Gao Cheng's face, "Written for you." "I was taken aback, as soon as I heard that there was a suicide note, I thought it was either written to her family or maybe it was written to me, because she chose to end her life in a gallery, and I never thought it was written to Gao Cheng.

Looking at Gao Cheng's expression, he didn't see surprise, but said lightly: "I'll show it after the trace inspection." ”

After a quick glance at the letter, he handed it to me. The handwriting was familiar, but to my surprise, what was expressed between the lines was actually the love for Gao Cheng.

It's not so much a suicide note, but a confession letter with sadness, only at the end of the little boy left a pen and said: Brother Cheng, I actually understood early on that you are someone I can't hope for, but I still can't control my heart from approaching you. I once fantasized about wearing a white gauze skirt and standing beside you, sketching with a paintbrush, and I felt sweet as honey when I thought about it. But this wish could not be realized, I could only let myself pull the ground in white veil, wear red makeup, and complete the last painting of life.

I turned my eyes to look at the child, and a deep pain rose in my heart, the white veil pulled the ground, and the red makeup flowed...... Her red makeup is blood.

The noise came from outside, and there was a palpitation in the rough voice: "Let me in, Xiaohan, Xiaohan, are you inside?" ”

Zhang Jiheng raised his eyebrows and asked angrily: "Who is outside?" ”

I said, "Let him in, he is Tong Zihan's father." ”

The moment Tong Haogen stepped into the threshold, he froze in place like a stone statue, and his eyes widened and looked straight at the little boy who was far away from him. Looking at his shoulders shaking like a sieve, my heart welled up. It wasn't until someone went to move Xiao Tong's body that Tong Haogen let out a wail, staggered over and shouted: "Xiao Han! The next second there was a bang, and others were planted in front of the child's body, grieving, despairing, and weeping.

No one moved the child anymore, and the detectives all put down what they were doing and watched the scene in silence. Their eyes may be indifferent, because they have seen too much sadness, but they still respect the grief of a middle-aged man who has lost his daughter at this moment.

Men's crying is not like a woman's, after the extreme pain, I saw Tong Haogen crying in tears, but he no longer screamed to the sky and the earth. When his mood gradually calmed down, Zhang Jicai ordered: "Take the deceased back for a more detailed examination." ”

Tong Haogen raised his head when he heard this, and asked in a panic and sadness: "What are you going to do?" No way! I don't agree, Xiao Han is dead, and I can't let you take it for dissection anymore. After he finished speaking, he rushed to the little boy and covered it with his body.

But Zhang Ji was unmoved, Shen ordered the criminal police to pull it away, seeing that the child was covered with a white cloth and moved to the corpse rack, Tong Haogen suddenly broke free from the criminal police and rushed towards me, at that moment he was not prepared, I didn't understand what he was going to do, but when Gao Cheng blocked the front of the table tennis and landed with a crisp sound, the motive was clear! A paper cutter!

Of course, this knife was not the one that Xiao Tong used to cut his wrists by suicide, but I could still tell at a glance that it was used to cut the picture after the painting was completed, because I was afraid that my hand would be cut, so I and Xiao Tong specially pasted white tape on one end. I don't know when Tong Haogen got the paper cutter, and he wanted to swing it at me?

These are all secondary, and the key is that the white tape of the paper cutter is engraved with three words: l&k.

I don't know other people's faces, but I know that my face must have been ugly at that moment. The three-character mark has always been like a hand hidden in the shadows, stretched out for everyone to see, but it is impossible to find out whose hand it is. If I could have watched before, but now it's happening to me. So, I was honored to be one of the suspects and was "invited" to the police station.

During this period, Gao Cheng didn't say a word, and even when Xu Jianglun came to take me away, he didn't even look at me. Sitting in the police car, Xu Jianglun comforted him: "Just go through the procedure, don't worry." ”

I nodded silently. I can't avoid this trip in itself, the gallery is mine, the kid committed suicide in it, and I will be taken to the police station to make a record anyway.

I was fortunate to face Zhang Ji again, and his usual cold face was intimidating. After a few questions, he went straight to the point: "Where are you at three to four in the morning?" I paused and replied honestly, "Phoenix Mountain." ”

"Where were you last night until three o'clock in the morning?"

Or the same answer: "Phoenix Mountain." ”

"Are there any time witnesses?"

"Yes, Chu Gaocheng."

"What are you doing in Phoenix Mountain?"

I was silent for a moment and decided not to hide it: "I suspect that Tong Ziqi's father, Tong Haogen, is not dead, go and look for his tombstone." I happened to find another tombstone of a girl named Tong Ziyao, her outline and Tong Zihan had a bit of imagination, it happened that yesterday was the death day, so Gao Cheng proposed to guard the grave on the mountain and wait for others. The consequences are really waiting for his father, Tong Haogen. "Hidden the part where Luo Jinghan and Qu Xinhua dug up the grave and searched the corpse, I can still figure out what to say and what not to say. <