Before I could answer Bai Yafeng's question, he suddenly left me to talk to the person next to me, scolding: "Alas, I'll go, don't treat stupid people as people, right, I have to do all the errands, and the earth can't turn around without me, or what?" I haven't finished my report on the robbery yet! ”

After being scolded by him, the man retreated only and said, "Yo yo yo, I have been robbed a lot, my temper has grown a lot, you are the uncle, you are the most awesome, I will find someone else." (Family)"

After the conversation was over, Bai Yafeng came back to talk to me on the phone and asked me where I was.

I glanced at Dai Furong and said, "I'll be in the bureau right away." ”

He was immediately happy: "Oh, I'll go, Nier, I suddenly have a feeling of pride, you obey me hahahahaha." ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to his indecent tone, and asked him if Xiaohai was beside me.

He said, "No, Xiaohai is taking care of my old man at home." ”

I couldn't help but tease him, and my voice suddenly rose: "Yo, it's not appropriate for her to take my salary to work for your family, right?" ”

Bai Yafeng immediately pretended to be stupid: "What's inappropriate, aren't we all a family." ”

After hanging up the phone, I asked Dai Furong to come with me, he refused, his attitude was very firm, I was a little suspicious that there was something important hidden in this house, he couldn't check it in front of me, so he wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible.

Anyway, it's his personal business, and if he doesn't take his life seriously, why should I worry about him. Besides, it's likely that the gang had already taken what they wanted from his house, so they didn't follow him for a while.

It's time to let go, you can't be tied up like this for a lifetime.

After making up my mind, I told him a few words, and I went on my own.

As a result, he couldn't get in at the gate of the Public Security Bureau, because Yang Wenshuo's life and death and the subsequent trial and sentencing were still issues of great concern to the media and ordinary people, and the reporters blocked the front and back doors like crazy. I watched from afar, I couldn't insert any seams, and I called the old lazy, and he said that there was nothing he could do, and told me to talk about it after this while. I wanted to call Liu Yimin, but I still forgot it, I guess he will be in a hurry.

I was about to turn around and go back to Dai Furong, when I suddenly saw a police officer driving back from outside, and the reporters who were blocking the front door were dispersed, the car stopped steadily, and a man and a woman walked out under the protection of the police.

The crowd was stunned at first, then began to whisper, and then, I don't know who said something, the group of reporters boiled like a fried pot, and Wu Yangyang surrounded the man and woman, and the microphones were handed over one by one. I looked at it in a daze, thinking that Andy Lau and Maggie Cheung are here, so it's just this posture. I was puzzled, and saw that the reporters who were originally blocking the back door heard the movement here, and they also ran to the front door, like flies that smelled the smell of the toilet.

I seized this opportunity, quickly pulled the car to the side of the road, put on my sunglasses, put on my collar, walked around the corner and walked into the hall through the back door, and let out a long breath and immediately understood who the man and woman were just now.

It is Yang Wenshuo's parents.

It makes sense that they should all come here.

I stood on the edge of the stairs and listened to the commotion outside for a while, and slowly walked upstairs, suddenly losing all interest in Yang Wenshuo, as if the door of an old world was closing slowly, heavily, but silently behind me.

I'm moving towards a new world of madness and intrigue, where the only light is the dream of family reunion.

And the man named Xia Dongyi, the "hand of God" that stretched out from the void and full of treacherous colors, is a bridge connecting the two worlds.

I think I'll find him eventually.

Since he is the person in the incident, he should be waiting for me at the center of the incident.

I put aside the excitement outside, I looked upstairs and downstairs, and I didn't see anyone looking for Bai Yafeng, but on Liu Yimin's desk, I saw that Bai Yafeng had written half of the report and some dossier materials, picked it up and flipped through it, it was the large and small cases handled by the police and some fragments of the "Hand of God" case that he had received in the past few days, as well as a few fragmentary materials and newspaper clippings that did not match any case, and the news report and basic information of a painter named "Dongshan" were all stacked in a mess.

After Bai Yafeng was robbed, I told him and asked him to list all the people and things he had contacted in the past few days and clues, because the person who robbed him had obviously dealt with him, but he was stupid and used to it, and it didn't matter if he didn't find a problem on the spot, and he couldn't remember the trouble afterwards.

I was flipping, Bai Yafeng came back, and wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve: "Alas, I'll go, those reporters are like crazy, crazy!" ”

After complaining, he looked up and saw me, and immediately burst into a big smile: "Nier, will you stealthily through the wall?" The lazy deputy captain said that you were blocked outside by reporters and couldn't get in, and asked me to go down to pick you up, I went down, and I didn't see you for a long time, but I was almost eaten alive by those reporters, Lao Liu's words are the truth, a generation of Furong fell, and thousands of generations of Furong stood up. ”

I didn't have time to ramble with him, so I asked him if he had figured out who the man who had robbed him was.

He walked to the desk and pushed the materials on the table in front of me, and said with a sad face: "I've been busy for a while, and I've seen a lot of people doing things, who knows which one." Besides, he may just be cautious when he talks with his mask and pinched his throat, not necessarily because he has dealt with him before, anyway, I still don't have a clue when I think about it. ”

Then he said a bunch of complaints, and then told me the same lines that the police had checked these days, where there was a burglary, where there was a deliberate wounding, where floating corpses were found, where people were reported missing.

Whenever he said the same thing, he handed me the corresponding dossier. Handing over the last few pages of fragmented paper, he first looked at it carefully for himself before he said, "Didn't I mention to you before that Lu Yaolin, the victim of the 'bathtub case', is there a missing painting in his house?" It was this painter who painted it. I inquired that if that painting was his real work, it would be worth at least two million. But the strange thing is that even the author himself does not know whether the painting is real or fake. Alas, Nier, do you think there is such a thing in the world, a painter who does not recognize his own work? ”

I picked up those pages and looked at them a few times, and this time I looked more seriously than just now: the painter Dongshan, formerly known as Xia Lin, male, unmarried and childless, 46 years old, originally from Shandong, now living in Qianzhou, was imprisoned for attempted murder in June 1996 and released from prison in the winter of 2010.

There is also an address and phone number on the materials and some information that doesn't matter much, real estate, vehicles, insurance, etc.

When I saw him imprisoned for attempted murder, I suddenly remembered that I had heard about it, and not only about it, but also about this person.

Legend has it that this painter used his works and his somewhat legendary life experience to create a new school of painting in the art world, the Weird School.

A few years ago, newspapers and television reported on this mysterious painter who never attended any public events and his legendary life story.

I asked Bai Yafeng to show me the picture of the painting in the lawyer's house before.

He immediately took out his mobile phone, but after a while, he suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I'll go, the photo is in my mobile phone, and the mobile phone has been robbed." ”

My face immediately turned fierce.

He was startled, trembled and said, "You wait, I'll borrow a mobile phone to go on WeChat, Lu Yaolin's colleague's WeChat circle of friends has a photo of that painting, and you can find it immediately." ”

As he spoke, he went out in a mad manner, chasing after Aunt Luo, who was always carrying a mop, to borrow a mobile phone, and came back after a while, babbling out of his mouth and not knowing what spells to recite.

Soon, the photo was found, the painting was taken as a background, not complete, only half of it, but it was really eye-catching, large blocks of dark blue, black and gray, only one place used warm bright red, people and objects are distorted, giving people an extremely heavy and oppressive feeling.

This is only half of the view, and it is only an unclear photo enlarged, and if you stand in front of the real painting and look closely, you will probably not even be able to breathe.

It's hard to describe this feeling in words, maybe a bit like Picasso's "Guernica", but it's several times more eerie than that, so the industry is called "weird".

It's really weird.

Because there is only more than half of the painting, the content of the painting is not too clear, and I can only see that there is a mountain with a very wide river below, and there are a few people with distorted facial features and bodies floating in the river, which is a bit like the meaning of a flash flood washing away many people.

I sent the photo to my phone, and then sat down to study it carefully, but I couldn't see how it was good, how could it be worth two million, according to my logic, it would be better to spend two million to buy it than to change it all to steel and throw it in the water to listen to the sound, this thing is ghostly to buy and hang there except for nightmares, there is no benefit at all, and there is not even any beauty at all. Although Picasso's paintings are also messy and distorted, some colors are still very warm, which is like this Dongshan, like a messenger of hell, no matter what he paints, he looks like a ghost, and there is no human flavor at all.

The photo is a bit far away, and it's incomplete, so I can't really see what the painting is, and I don't think the content is important.

I asked Bai Yafeng, "Have you ever seen this painter?" ”

He nodded, "Yes." I just told you that I didn't look at the road on the phone, and I fell that day, I was at his house before I called you. It's strange to say, such a famous painter, living like a hermit, not interacting with the outside world at all, although it took a lot of effort to find his address, it took a lot of effort to meet him, and he gave an eviction order without saying a few words, not friendly at all, cut, great death. ”

I closed my eyes, and a bright flash of lightning flashed through my head.

The stage name is Dongshan, formerly known as Xia Lin.

When I think about it, a name explodes in my head.

Xia Dongyi!

The painter Dongshan is the "Hand of God" Xia Dongyi, and Xia Dongyi is the painter Dongshan! Xia Lin is just a pseudonym for his seclusion!

Take out the first half of Xia Dongyi's "East" character and the first half of the "Yi" character behind, which is the word "Dongshan".

Such a simple way to split the word!

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