The stronger the sunshine, the darker the shadow. Luo Yong suddenly remembered this sentence and couldn't help glancing out of the window. In fact, it is cloudy, and the sky in the southeast is pressed by clouds, and the edge outlines an ominous pink light mark.
The man opposite took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead hard. He is a gallery owner, surnamed Wu, and his eyes are as restless as squirrels.
"I didn't expect this to happen to me." Boss Wu is holding a handkerchief, and his stubby fingers are twitching. This kind of man is cautious, but occasionally he will take risks and stumble. He must have had a fierce ideological struggle when he came to report the case.
"Did you bring that painting?" Luo Yong asked.
"You'd better go to the gallery yourself." Boss Wu said nervously, "I immediately removed the painting after the visitors reported it to me, but it was still late." It's all my fault. I am too careless. " He twisted his eyebrows hard.
Someone is knocking at the door outside. Shi Jie came in and nodded at Luo Yong.
"What painting?" Ding Wei asked boss Wu.
"A murder scene." Boss Wu got up and whispered.
At the moment, this painting is placed in the darkest room at the end of the corridor. Luo Yong and Ding Wei arrived here forty minutes ago, and they are bending down to observe. The picture is extremely shocking.
"Look, a cold beauty." Boss Wu said excitedly, "death aesthetics, disillusionment and mourning have a kind of despair and paranoia of love." This is Chen Tuo's best work. If he realizes the transformation in this way, he will become a great man. "
"Can this kind of painting be sold?" Ding Wei looked at boss Wu.
Boss Wu immediately collapsed and said with difficulty, "Many customers have special hobbies. It is no secret that we hold some underground exhibitions from time to time to meet their collection needs. "
Luo Yong has been observing the picture. The brushwork is exquisite and realistic, just like a photographic work. The background is a living room. A naked woman was lying on her side with a tulle around her waist. Blood spilled on the bright floor and spread to the huge display cabinet. There are some trophies on the cupboard, and the handwriting can be seen vaguely.
The woman in the painting squints her eyes and her face is twisted, which makes her cheeks look hysterical. I can't see the wound on her face, but there is a knife at her feet. The shape of the knife is very strange, the product of ethnic minorities, like a crescent moon. There is blood on the blade.
"Do you know the model in the painting?" Luo Yong asked lightly.
"I see. I know this woman, the painter and the owner of the living room. " Boss Wu is in a hurry. It seems that only in this way can we shirk our responsibilities.
"Well, one by one. Let me talk about this woman first. "
"Her name is Jiang Fei. She has acted in several TV dramas and made some advertisements. Someone asked her to endorse a well-known cosmetics, but she was always half red and not purple. " Boss Wu took a deep breath when he said this. "Later, she mysteriously disappeared. Some people say that she has become a nun-the news in the circle can spread. "
"So, whose living room is it?" Luo Yong asked.
Boss Wu wiped his forehead with a handkerchief again and whispered, "Zheng Weiqiang."
Aside Shi Jie couldn't help blowing his face. Luo Yong also remembered the famous film director Zheng Weiqiang.
"Are you sure?" Ding Wei asked.
"I should have found out." Boss Wu almost sobbed. "Look at these trophies-"he pointed to the display case on the screen, and one of the certificates read: Gold Award of the 13th Film Critics Association. "This award is very famous. It happened early this year. Zheng Weiqiang won this award for a unique film. "
Luo Yong looked at the picture again, and the clock on the wall showed 2: 14. The sunshine outside the window told him that this was a scene that happened in the afternoon. "The painter? Tell me about him. "
Boss Wu suddenly quieted down and said slowly in a depressed tone: "Chen Tuo, he is dead."
[2] Dark Soul Chasing Rope
In the office, Ding Wei put a stack of materials on the table. "Chen Tuo committed suicide in February this year, and Zheng Weiqiang also won the Film Critics Association Award in February."
Luo Yong leafed through the information, including photos of Chen Tuo, a scrawny man, less than 30 years old, with wandering eyes and scattered pupils. Even facing the camera, Chen Tuo's mind is elsewhere.
"In the art industry, luck is as important as talent," Shi Jie continued. "Chen Tuo is very talented, but unfortunately his luck is a little worse. Without strong support behind him, he can only be regarded as a marginal painter."
Luo Yong opened the folder, and Chen Tuo's works were reduced to the size of 32K, neatly arranged, provided by Boss Wu, and each work was accompanied by a price. Most of Chen Tuo's paintings linger within 2000 yuan.
"Chen Tuo is a traditional landscape painter," Luo Yong was slightly surprised. "His art is not unique at all."
"Only this' murder' painting is also the most expensive painting." Ding Wei pointed to the corner, and Boss Wu gave them the original. "According to boss Wu, this painting was handed over to the gallery by Chen Ta at the end of January this year. Boss Wu was at a meeting in Hong Kong, but he didn't see it. This painting is kept in the warehouse. After Chen Tuo committed suicide, Chen Tuo's legacy was exhibited in the gallery, but the turnover was still very low. Not long ago, boss Wu came across this painting and was immediately shocked by the momentum of the picture. He recognized the woman in the painting, but he didn't pay attention to the background of the living room and didn't connect everything. He thinks this painting is a masterpiece of a crazy genius, a fantastic illusion. "
Luo Yong nodded his head. "Wu boss's psychological pressure is great. The customer gave him the most important lesson in his life. "
"Yes, people who recognize the background of the living room soon spread in circles. This kind of thing is faster than the plague, not to mention a famous director. "
"Then let's visit Zheng Weiqiang." Luo Yong closed the information kit.
Zheng Weiqiang is preparing for a new film on the set in the suburbs. Luo Yong's car turned the intersection and saw a sign: "Soul Chasing" place is not allowed to enter!
Luo Yong smiled silently.
Far away, six or seven cars are scattered in Tanobe, and a dozen reporters are negotiating with the staff of the studio. It sounds like both sides are angry.
In order not to attract attention, Luo Yong drove an ordinary car, and they got off and went straight to the office area. Zheng Weiqiang is in his thirties, and his whole face has nothing to look at except round eyes. Shi Jie's first feeling is: excessive wine color.
"I know why you are here," Zheng Weiqiang said in a shrill voice. "That painting is nonsense and a personal attack on me!" Zheng Weiqiang became more and more excited, and his chair creaked incessantly.
Luo Yong quietly looked at Zheng Weijiang. He handed the task of talking to Shi Jie, while he carefully observed Zheng Weiqiang's body code. Everyone will unconsciously reveal some tips in the conversation. At this time, Zheng Weiqiang has been knocking on the desktop with his index finger.
Shijie asked, "Mr. Zheng, are you familiar with Chen Tuo?"
"He worked as a set in two of my films, and I helped him," Zheng Weiqiang said in a sharper voice. "The year before last winter, he came back from a tour in Yunnan and couldn't even afford a decent dress. He is just a beggar. I gave him 500 yuan, but he repaid me like this, despicable! "
"Have you ever wondered why he did it?" Ding Wei said slowly, "this is his last words before committing suicide. What is his purpose? "
"Yes, many people will ask, what is the purpose of a dead man?" Zheng used double * * to trample on the ground. "How do I know the purpose of a madman? You can investigate, I am innocent anyway! "
Luo Yong slowly put down the paper cup and suddenly asked, "Teacher Zheng, when is the preparation for Chasing the Soul?"
Zheng paused, his eyes unconsciously drifting to the right, remembering something. This shows that Zheng Weiqiang's right hemisphere is responsible for memory, which is true-there is no need to lie in the film preparation process.
"Three months ago." Zheng Weijiang narrowed his eyes and stared at Luo Yong. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, we don't know much about actors." Luo Yong leaned over. "Is Jiang Fei a good actor?"
Zheng's eyes are scattered, drifting to the left for a while, drifting to the right for a while, considering the wording. Jiang Fei?' Zheng Weiqiang frowned and seemed to be trying to search for this name. "This actress, if she still has a chance to learn, should be able to go up a step."
"How is your relationship?" Luo Yong stared at Zheng's eyes.
Zheng's eyes drifted to the left and paused, while the left hemisphere was responsible for the idea-he was going to lie.
"It's just general communication, but it's been a long time." Zheng Weiqiang stopped all body language, looked at Luo Yong calmly and said, "I heard that Jiang Fei became a monk."
[3] Pen Death Photographer