"That's because he's out of the New Century Society, and he's embarrassed to paint under his real name, right?"

"It's possible, but ......"

Tian Chunda couldn't help but smile bitterly when he was halfway through speaking, because he noticed that even Yoshimizukawa thought that "Hou Teng" was Guan Lin's pseudonym, but it was also possible that "Hou Teng" was not Guan Lin's pseudonym, but that there was really a painter named "Hou Teng".

Yoshimizukawa also seemed to be aware of this, and said loudly with a wry smile as if he was concluding, "I just said that it is possible, don't take it seriously." ”

Tian Chunda wanted to bet on the possibility that Yoshimizukawa said, because he didn't have much time, so it was necessary to make a bet. As soon as Tian Chunda returned to the criminal investigation detachment, he immediately called the criminal investigation detachment in Dongyang.

The one who answered the phone was the captain who met him last time he went to Dongyang.

After Tian Chunda thanked the other party for his help last time, the other party said: "So far, that person has not been found, and we are continuing to search." ”

"Really?" Although Tian Chunda felt a little disappointed, it was not invisible.

Jiang Shangfeng must be dead, but where is his body hidden?

"I'm so sorry to disappoint your expectations."

"Don't say that, maybe you can't find it for a while, maybe I made this call today to trouble you to investigate another matter."

"What's the matter?"

"Can you help me investigate if there is a painter named Hou Teng in Dongyang City?"

"A painter named Hou Teng?"

"Since I am a professional painter, I think the occupation column should be registered as a painter."

"Please wait a minute, I have an impression of this name."

"Impressive?"

"Ahh I remembered that this name had appeared in the newspaper a week ago, it was suicide news, please wait a minute, I'll look it up. ”

The other party's voice was temporarily interrupted, Tian Chunda kept the telephone receiver on his earsocket, and a complicated expression appeared on his face, if there was really a painter named Hou Teng who committed suicide, then Guan Lin's speculation about painting under a pseudonym was not right, he asked Ji Shuichuan for advice, and it was in vain to call Dongyang.

The other party replied. The telephone receiver not only heard the other party's voice again, but also made a slight sound of turning paper, and it seemed that the other party also brought the newspaper.

"Sure enough, it was published in the newspaper, do you want me to read the news again?"

"Then I'm bothering you."

Tian Chunda said weakly. Because when he knew that it was someone else, he was not in the mood to listen to the content of the news, and the reason why he asked the other party to read it again was purely a diplomatic rhetoric.

"It's a daily newspaper on November 26......" The other party said: "At about 11 o'clock in the evening of the 25th, Hou Teng, a painter who lives at No. XX Taishang Street in Dongyang City, committed suicide by setting fire to his home. According to the conversations of people in the vicinity, it is suspected that he committed suicide due to a nervous disorder......"

"Twenty-five?"

Tian Chunda's attention to this day is because Jiang Shangfeng's whereabouts are unknown after leaving the hotel in Dongyang on November 24, and Hou Teng committed suicide the next day.

"Do you know the details?" Tian Chunda asked.

"The other newspaper is more detailed, and I'll read that one to you. Because Hou Teng was drenched in gasoline and set himself on fire, none of the people who rushed to the scene of the fire could help.

Also, the day before, Hou Teng had given his paintings to people nearby, showing that he had made up his mind to set himself on fire. The deceased Hou Teng moved into his current residence about two years ago, and because he didn't like to interact with people, the people in the neighborhood barely talked to him, and his experience was not clear, so he was a strange person-"

"Did he really commit suicide?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Isn't there anything suspicious about the cause of his death?"

"It seems that there is not, because I didn't receive that kind of report, is there something wrong with Hou Teng?"

"No ......"

Tian Chunda didn't know how to answer for a while, because he couldn't tell from what the other party said that Hou Teng was the one who painted the painting.

The cause of death is the same, although Tian Chunda suddenly had doubts from the sentence of self-immolation, but it is also possible that he was purely worried.

Tian Chunda held the phone, glanced at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock, thinking that if he took the express train that departed at eleven fifty-four o'clock, he would be able to arrive in Dongyang at seven o'clock tomorrow morning.

Tian Chunda's doubts were Hou Teng, who set himself on fire, could it be Jiang Shangfeng? Needless to say, this was purely his fantasy, but the reason why he was so suspicious was because Jiang Shangfeng's whereabouts were unknown on November 24, and the next day there was a self-immolation incident, and Tian Chunda also knew that the evidence that could prove that Hou Teng was related to Jiang Shangfeng was very weak.

However, if Jiang Shangfeng's body is disposed of by pretending to commit suicide......

Tian Chunda thought so. If it can be proved that Hou Teng has a relationship with Guan Lin in Dongyang, evidence can be found.

In this way, Guan Lin could be arrested on charges of killing Jiang Shangfeng. Although the chances are slim, he does not deny that this is the last chance.

"Hey, hey." A call came from the telephone receiver, Tian Chunda seemed to wake up, and hurriedly thanked the other party and hung up the phone.

Tian Chunda looked at his watch again, if he rushes to the station now, he can catch the express train.

If the director of the bureau is complained, the director will definitely oppose it. Because the possibility of Tian Chunda's reasoning is very small, and there is no vacation.

Tian Chunda stared at the gray wall with a solemn expression, and the last opportunity to say this sentence filled his mind, intertwined with the feeling of being sure that Guan Lin was the murderer.

Tian Chunda looked at his watch with wide eyes, remembering that he had been in the same situation several times before.

In the past, he had carried out a separate investigation because he was convinced. It is a gamble to carry out an investigative operation based on conviction alone. This kind of bet did not benefit him, because even if he expected to arrest the murderer, he would be punished for his arbitrariness and would never be praised.

However, he could not change this temper.

After Tian Chunda got up from his chair, he walked out towards the door.

Tian Chunda took the express train to Dongyang that night, and he only told Hao Dong that he went to Dongyang. Because the train was very crowded, Tian Chunda remembered that today was Saturday, and among the passengers, some people were carrying skis.

When Tian Chunda looked at the scenery outside through the car window, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Yi Cheng standing in the aisle and smiling at him.

"Please let me go to Dongyang with you."

Yi Cheng said as he stood up, his eyes shining brightly, no longer the tired, melancholy look he had when he met at the café.