Sheng Qiuhui's studio is in a small house on the edge of the city, tucked away deep in a narrow alley.

Standing at the mouth of the alley, except for Zhen, he repeatedly determined the address, and then walked in with Lin Guihao.

The studio is on the second floor of a sparse apartment, and the stairs have not been repaired for many years, and the crunching sound of colliding with the soles of shoes echoes in the quiet corridor.

Soon they were in the studio on the second floor.

This studio is so simple, how simple is it? It's probably that the door is not locked, and you don't have to worry about entering the thief.

They pushed open the door, and the smell of oil paint came to their faces, and the room was littered with countless paintings on various themes, but they all gave the same feeling at first sight.

gloomy, distorted, struggling, painful.

Most of Sheng Qiuhui's paintings are abstract, stacked with a large number of colors, and the absurd style of painting reveals his strong and suppressed emotional color.

Just looking at these paintings makes one feel visibly depressed, let alone the person who painted them.

I'm afraid that his spirit has long been abnormal.

Obviously, Sheng Qiuhui is not here.

They were about to rummage around for clues when an exclamation was heard behind them.

"Who are you? How is it here? ”

It was a middle-aged man, with a strong figure, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, his biceps muscles that could not be covered at all were exposed, and his angry eyes were even more fierce.

Fortunately, they have also been baptized by monsters, but they are not frightened by them.

In addition to Zhen, he stepped forward, "Hello, we are here to find Sheng Qiuhui, is he here?" ”

"You're his friends?" The man looked the two of them up and down, and nodded except for Zhen, "Sort of." ”

"That's right, you call him and ask him to pay the rent quickly, it's been a few months of rent arrears, thinking I'm doing charity."

It turned out that this man was the landlord of the studio.

It's good that I'm not here to find fault, except for the real breath of relief.

"I'm sorry, we are his former friends, we haven't been in touch for a long time, I heard that he has a studio here, so I want to try my luck to see if I can find him, I wonder if you have his contact information? When we find him, we'll make him pay the rent. ”

The man nodded as if he understood something, "Oh, I see, you only found it after looking at the address on the Internet, right?" ”

Except that it was a little embarrassing, this feeling of lying being exposed was really not very good, but fortunately, the man didn't say anything.

"You're not the first to come, there were still people with mobile phones who came to broadcast live yesterday."

The man seemed very sparse about this, "But you are in the wrong place, I don't know where he went, he hasn't been here for days." ”

couldn't get what he wanted from him, except for Zhen and Lin Guihao, they had no choice but to leave.

Before going out, Lin Guihao glanced back again, and this glance made him see a painting in the corner of the room.

It was a painting of sunflowers, and although it was also abstract, the colors were bright and the people who looked at it were in a pleasant mood.

It is in stark contrast to the other paintings in the studio.

"Was that painting also painted by Sheng Qiuhui?"

The landlord let out a puzzled "um", looked in the direction of his finger, and nodded, "I guess, he brought a few previous works with him when he came, and this may be one of them." ”

He sighed, "Actually, his paintings were quite good-looking at that time, but since his father was officially sentenced, his painting style has changed."

"Sometimes I wonder if he is ghosted, the whole person is gloomy, and the paintings he paints are all the kind of depressing paintings, to be honest, I don't dare to enter this studio at night."

According to the landlord, Sheng Qiuhui came here in recent months, when his father Sheng Ke's plagiarism had just been exposed, and he was taken away for review.

In order to save money for his father to hire a lawyer, he gave up the original large studio and rented a small studio here.

At that time, he was not bad, although he was very sad, but he was also cheerful and positive, but later, Sheng Ke was arrested and sentenced, and he himself was removed from the Academy of Fine Arts, and since then, his mentality has changed.

The original glorious future has suddenly disappeared, who can accept it?

From then on, his whole body seemed to be completely rotten, his beard was not shaved, his clothes were not changed, and he painted every day, and he still painted this particularly depressing painting.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to collect rent, he wouldn't want to come in.

The landlord sent them out, and Zhen and Lin Guihao looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Lin Guihao said: "Go back first." ”

Seeing his calm appearance, he was relieved.

When he got home, Lin Guihao took out a pen from the studio.

True: ???

"When did you go well? Why don't I even know? ”

"When you're chatting with the landlord." Lin Guihao said, and looked back at Zhen Zhen, although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Zhen always felt a little numb.

Her strong desire to survive made her explain without even thinking about it.

"I just want to know about Sheng Qiuhui."

"Oh, I know another man."

True: ......

She really wants to look up to the sky and scold, can there be a limit to jealousy?

That Sheng Qiuhui just maliciously led others to cyberbully her.

Fortunately, Lin Guiyao was just joking, patted her head, and changed the topic lightly, which made Except for Zhen's breath, he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

I could only stare at him angrily.

But when he spoke, he couldn't help but focus, completely forgetting about being angry.

I feel like I've been pinched hard.

"This pen is Sheng Qiuhui's commonly used pen, and it is stained with his breath, and you can find his place with this breath."

Except for Zhen beside him, watching Lin Guiyao operate as fiercely as a tiger, and finally he really found a specific position.

Lin Guihao reported an address, except for the truth, the distance is not far, it is also a very dilapidated urban village, she used to rent a house when she also went to learn about the housing prices there, and she is quite familiar with this place.

In the evening, outside the Huating community, except for Zhen and Lin Guihao, they were sitting in the car.

This car is a second-hand car that I bought back then, and I don't usually use it much, but this time they came to squat, and they couldn't be exposed, so they could only drive.

After all, it is quite troublesome to explain to the driver why they are sneaky downstairs in someone's apartment.

After the car stopped downstairs, they did not go up, but instructed Feng Nguyen Ruan Ruan to go up and look for any tools in his house that could prove that he had set the fire.