At noon that day, Song Yu and Han Jiangxue met Qin Xiaoman, an art teacher suspected of murder, in the interrogation room on the third floor of the Public Security Bureau.

When Song Yu first saw Qin Xiaoman, her first impression was that this woman was too beautiful, with a delicate face, upright facial features, and a slender figure.

Han Jiangxue noticed that Song Yu had been looking at Qin Xiaoman, her eyes were about to fall out, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, raised her elbow and gently touched his arm.

Hao Ren sat on the chair and stared at Qin Xiaoman with a torch in his eyes: "Did you kill Li Lin, the first-year high school director?" ”

Qin Xiaoman nodded slowly: "That's right, I killed the person." ”

"Where is the body? The criminal police of the criminal investigation team searched the entire campus, but did not find Director Li's body. ”

Qin Xiaoman looked at Hao Ren coldly, with a very provocative sneer on his lips: "The corpse of that scum was painted into an oil painting by me. ”

Hao Ren frowned and asked in confusion, "What does it mean to draw into a painting?" ”

"Mr. Policeman, your comprehension needs to be improved. What else could it mean? Literally, of course. ”

Hao Ren cleared his throat and lifted an oil painting from under the table, which was an important piece of physical evidence found by the police in an art classroom at a suspected crime scene.

"Is this the oil painting you are talking about?"

Qin Xiaoman didn't look at it, and replied without thinking: "That's right, it's my most successful work so far." ”

Hao Ren wore gloves and carefully studied the oil paintings, and he knew a little about Western art, especially painting.

"If I'm right, your painting should belong to the classical style, the overall light and dark tones of the picture are relatively soft, the lines of the painting are not only clear but also look very regular, the color is more restrained, there are not so bright colors, and the characters depicted as a whole present a clean and concise style."

After listening to Hao Ren's evaluation, Qin Xiaoman seemed to have found a soulmate, and couldn't help but applaud: "I can't see it, I didn't expect the criminal investigation captain of the city bureau to understand this." ”

Hao Ren smiled modestly: "Teacher Qin's false praise, I am also a temporary Buddha, and I am now learning and selling." ”

Qin Xiaoman was looking at Hao Ren, and unlike the slightly contemptuous attitude just now, she had a slight impression of Hao Ren.

"In this year, apart from the serious artists and school art teachers, who else will seriously understand the knowledge of art? Captain Hao, you really make me look at it differently. ”

Hao Ren ignored Qin Xiaoman's words of praise, he pointed to the oil painting with his finger, and his tone became serious: "Teacher Qin, can you tell us what the content of this painting is?" ”

Qin Xiaoman sat up straight, and a strange smile appeared on his snow-white face: "This painting depicts a middle-aged greasy man with a fat head and big ears who was punished by an angel and died by a sword piercing his heart because he sexually assaulted a colleague. ”

Song Yu, who was standing on the side, heard this, and couldn't help but interject: "You are the disheveled woman lying on the ground in the painting?" ”

Qin Xiaoman glanced at Song Yu and nodded silently.

Hao Ren pointed to the man with a sharp sword in his chest in the picture, and continued to analyze: "What happened, I think it should be like this, the teaching director Li Lin violated you and threatened you not to call the police, otherwise he would leak your private photos and make you ruined." In order to vent the anger in your heart, you painted this oil painting, and at the same time put it into action, killing Li Lin and hiding his body in a very secret place. ”

Qin Xiaoman shook his head with some disappointment: "Captain Hao, I finally have a better opinion of you, why are you stupid on the issue of corpses again?" ”

Han Jiangxue stood behind Hao Ren and asked domineeringly, "Qin Xiaoman, you tell us the truth, where did you hide Li Lin's body?" ”

Hearing this, Qin Xiaoman raised her head and glared at Han Jiangxue, perhaps jealous of Han Jiangxue's amazing beauty, she said loudly and disdainfully: "Hmph, the current Public Security Bureau is really becoming more and more casual, anyone can enter and exit at will, what is the difference between it and the vegetable market." ”

Han Jiangxue was calm, even though Qin Xiaoman was provocative, she still had a kind but polite smile on her face.

Hao Ren slapped the table, couldn't help but raise his voice a little, and scolded sharply: "Qin Xiaoman, this is the Public Security Bureau, you give me some respect!" ”

Qin Xiaoman was taken aback by Hao Ren, and was so aggrieved that he was about to cry, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he really felt sorry for me like that.

Hao Ren, as a well-informed old criminal policeman, didn't accept her set, and said in a fierce voice: "These two comrades in suits are experts invited by the police station to assist us in solving this case. ”

"Oh, I see?"

Qin Xiaoman played with his silky hair with his hands, and his eyes were fixed on Han Jiangxue's face.

"It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful expert, what is the name of this young lady?"

Han Jiangxue ignored Qin Xiaoman, turned sideways and whispered to Song Yu.

"Seeing that the relationship between the two is so close, do you mean that you are a couple?"

When Song Yu and Han Jiangxue heard this, they hurriedly waved their hands again and again, and denied in unison: "We are just colleagues, not what you think!" ”

Hao Ren noticed that Qin Xiaoman had been changing the topic, and urged with some impatience: "Enough, don't talk nonsense here, hurry up and tell the truth, where did you hide the victim's body?" ”

Qin Xiaoman held his forehead with his hand and sighed in disappointment: "I have said it many times, Li Lin was painted by me into the oil painting, and the corpse was naturally left in the painting, even if you turn the school upside down, it will not help." ”

Hao Ren put down the oil painting and glanced down at the transcript on the table: "According to the police station's questioning of you and the results of our on-site investigation, the art classroom on the sixth floor of the teaching building should be the scene of the crime." My colleague retrieved the surveillance footage from the sixth floor and found that Li Lin had not come out since he entered the art classroom at 11 o'clock last night. So, the question is, what happened to Li Lin in the art classroom? There is only one explanation, and that is that you killed Li Lin in the classroom, and then used an extremely ingenious method to dispose of the body, fooling the police who came to search it. ”

Qin Xiaoman listened to Hao Ren's inference, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Hahahahaha! Captain Hao, don't you think what you said is untenable? ”

Hao Ren didn't understand what Qin Xiaoman meant, and asked rhetorically, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Qin Xiaoman raised his slender fingers and said unhurriedly: "According to normal thinking, if I kill Li Lin in the art classroom, then where should I hide the body?" As you just said, the police turned the campus upside down, and did not find Li Lin's body. What's more, I, a weak woman, how can I deal with a middle-aged man who is much stronger than me? Although there are items in the art class that can be used as murder weapons, such as utility knives, awls, vases, and sculptures, you don't seem to have found any so-called murder weapons after you have investigated, right? ”

Hao Ren frowned, not knowing how to organize the language for a while.

These questions pointed out by Qin Xiaoman really cannot be answered at this stage.

"Is it really as she said, Li Lin was painted into the painting, so Li Lin's body could not be found at the scene, and there was no murder weapon to kill Li Lin......

Hao Ren knew very well in his heart that if he couldn't find Li Lin's body and the murder weapon used in the crime, he would not be able to formally arrest Qin Xiaoman, nor could he convict her, and when the 24-hour time limit passed, according to the regulations, the police would have to release Qin Xiaoman back, which was a result that Hao Ren did not want to see anyway.

At this moment, Han Jiangxue suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, what happened to you and Li Lin last night?" In this interrogation transcript, you don't seem to be telling the police the truth. ”

Out of jealousy of Han Jiangxue, Qin Xiaoman never gave her a good face, and replied in an unkind tone: "That scum violated me, in order to retaliate against him, I called him to the art classroom last night and wanted to have a good talk with him, but we later broke down, and in a fit of anger, I painted him in an oil painting." ”

Song Yu heard that something was wrong, and asked with a puzzled face: "Teacher Qin, listen to what you mean, do you mean that you are painting on the spot?" ”

Qin Xiaoman replied impatiently, "Then what's not? I must have seen it when the police came into the art room, and the painting was right in front of me. I was so angry last night that I picked up my brush and drew on the paper so quickly that it probably took me less than a few minutes to complete the whole painting. ”

At this moment, Han Jiangxue put one hand on the table, bent down to approach Qin Xiaoman, and asked aggressively: "If the truth is really as you said, Li Lin was drawn into the painting by you." So, please answer me one thing now, are you an alien? ”

Qin Xiaoman raised his head, and his cold gaze just met Han Jiangxue's fierce eyes: "Guess? ”