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Chapter 154 The Truth About Feng Chen

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    Hua Yue died, and soon, police colleagues came to clean up the scene.  Zhao Yu and I also searched in his studio and office for a while, and finally found two mobile phones with their batteries removed in the last drawer of his desk.

    After turning on the phone, I checked the number, and it turned out that it was the mobile phone that Liu Su and Dong Yingying had sent ambiguous text messages and called at the same time.  It seems that this guy deliberately provoked a fight between the two, so that one of them stabbed the other and pushed him downstairs.

    And in his relics, photos of those girls were also found, most of which were taken after tracking.  But the strange thing is that there is a dark cabinet in his studio, and there are a bunch of figure paintings in the dark cabinet.  It's just that these figure paintings are all in various forms of death.  The last few pictures turned out to be the death of the five girls, as if he was at the scene of the crime.

    I am puzzled by this.  After asking Wu Dan, I found out that the resentment in Hua Yue's heart was probably increasing day by day. The resentment gathered on the brush, and the painted portrait had the effect of curse.  When he discovered the secret, he seduced the five girls with one face, killed three with the sorcery of painting, and he designed the remaining two to fight among themselves, and then asked Liu Su to kill Dong Yingying. In the end,  Then design Liu Su to commit suicide.

    Hearing this, I couldn't help being a little horrified.  It turns out that people's thoughts really have enough frightening power to decide a person's life or death.

    Finally, in Huayue's early paintings, we found several sheets of paper rolled together.  Zhao Yu and I untied the rope that bound the scroll, unfolded it, and saw that it was also a stack of oil paintings.  Taken together, it turned out to be a complete story.  It's just that the brushstrokes of these oil paintings, compared with Huayue's current paintings, seem a bit naive, but they are enough to let us understand what he is expressing.

    After reading it, Zhao Yu and I did not speak for a long time, and only then did we fully understand the cause and result of the fire in the museum that year.

    The first oil painting is a young couple holding the hand of a child and walking in a certain place.  Behind them is an old building with several poplar trees behind it.

    Judging from the appearance of the building, this should be the museum that has been closed for a long time.

    This is probably Huayue's weak impression of his biological parents when he was a child.  In the second picture, Hua Yue dragged his parents into the museum.  But on the second-floor window in the picture, there is a strange and huge human face painted on it.  When I saw that face, I knew it was the principal of the University of Foreign Studies.  Fuck, although the painting looks very young, there is no way to hide that wretched expression.  The face was obviously not in harmony with the whole picture, probably Hua Yue wanted to clearly express who the owner of that face was.

    The third painting is that three people entered the museum and went up to the second floor. As a result, the woman and the child were arrested by a masked man, and the man was sapped by another masked man, and immediately passed out.  In the next picture, all three people were tied together and stuffed with cloth strips. Then, two masked men poured gasoline on them and set them on fire.  The last two paintings are relatively simple, the masked man flees, and the flames burn, quickly surrounding the three people.  However, the masked man might not have tied the rope tightly in his haste, and the three men broke free.  So, the man rushed to the first floor with his wife and the child in his arms.

    Unfortunately, the first floor was also engulfed in flames.  The man carried the child to the window sill and smashed open the window, but at this time, the flames had already engulfed the couple.

    With the last ounce of strength, the man pushed the child out of the window, and he was quickly engulfed by the flames, leaving only the child's eyes wide open in horror and despair, staring at the burning window.

    I stared at the pained expression of the man being engulfed by the flames in the painting, and the frightened expression of the child, and suddenly felt goosebumps all over my body.  I can't imagine what it must have been like for a six-year-old child to have his parents burned alive before his eyes.

    Seeing this, I couldn't help but clenched the oil painting in my hand.

    Zhao Yu patted me on the shoulder, handed me two old newspapers, and said, "Look, there is this among Huayue's relics."

    I took it over and took a look, and saw that this newspaper was from ten years ago. The paper was a little yellowed and old, but the writing and pictures on it were very clear.  The first one was a newspaper in the summer of 2003. The social column of the newspaper had a huge headline: "The truth about the fire at the Northern Xinjiang Museum nine years ago: French professor found principal molesting female students?"

    When I saw this topic, I immediately understood why the French couple was killed.  It turned out to be silenced.  It is very likely that the French professor discovered the principal's secret and wanted to report it, but was killed and silenced.  The Northern Xinjiang Museum was just a place they accidentally chose to kill.  Later, the haunted rumors about the museum were likely spread by the school to add fuel to the haunted story, in order to prevent people from entering the place and discover clues to the murder case that year.  As for the police, alas, as a policeman I also??A lot to say.

    ?Because there have been such things before: murder cases that are difficult to solve, or that are too troublesome to offend the powerful, are likely not to be filed for various reasons.  Only those who can solve it will file a case.  So it is rumored that many cases were "suicide", that is what it means.

    As for the death of a foreigner at the time, it did not cause much disturbance, probably because the headmaster carried out a secret operation.  After all, his wife is also a descendant of a famous family, so she must have done a lot.  This matter was fucking suppressed by him.

    I sighed and opened the second newspaper, but was surprised again.  It turned out that this newspaper was published the next day, and a statement was issued at the same location, saying that yesterday's news about the principal of the School of Foreign Languages ??was speculation and lacked any basis. Now I am officially apologizing.

    I frowned, thinking that the reporter might have written this under pressure.  So I looked at the newspaper: Tianjin Daily.  Another glance at the reporter's name: Zhang Xin.

    I calculated that this reporter should be at least nearly forty years old by now, about the same age as Wu Dan.  If you ask him what happened back then, maybe you can understand what happened back then.

    So I asked Zhao Yu to ask his classmate who worked in Tianjin Daily if there was a reporter named Zhang Xin.  Soon, Tianjin Daily reported back that there was indeed a reporter named Zhang Xin, but he resigned ten years ago, and now he seems to have switched careers to do business.

    The last time I inquired, this guy actually sold pancakes near the World Financial Building in Heping District.  I was very surprised when I heard the news, but I also agreed in my heart that selling pancakes and fruits is indeed more profitable than going to work.

    After going around and asking for Zhang Xin's mobile phone number, I retrieved his household registration information from the police station's household registration file and looked at the photo.  The photo is of Zhang Xin when he was young, very handsome, but now many years have passed, I don¡¯t know what he looks like.  I remembered that Wu Dan was also a handsome guy back then, but now, Nima, it's just Guo Degang.

    I only heard people say that he sells pancakes and fruits downstairs in the World Financial Building, and I don¡¯t know the exact location, so I thought I might as well call and look for it.  After investigating the case and finding out about this, I just wonder if something like Huayue's painting happened back then.  Did the principal really burn Huayue's parents to death?

    I went downstairs to the Universal Financial Building, but I couldn't find anyone selling pancakes, so I called Zhang Xin.  However, no one answered after ringing several times.  I wondered if it was because they hadn't opened the stall yet?

    Just as he was thinking about whether to go back, he heard a loud noise coming from afar.  I saw a circle of people on the small road next to the building, and I wondered if they were fighting in groups.  But then I saw the city management law enforcement car, and I couldn't help but sighed.  I know that the people are dissatisfied with the city management and make complaints about it, but it's true, Nima is going to be a city management, and it's not a big deal to take human life.  At this time, I saw some city management officers moving a cart onto the cart, and the stall owner was pleading with a playful smile.  The urban management staff pushed the stall owner aside with a frown.  The stall owner staggered, with an angry look on his face, but he endured it.  Seeing this, I was a little angry, thinking that although it is not good to have a conflict with the urban management department, I can negotiate to resolve it.

    I walked up and smiled at several urban management and law enforcement officers: "What's the matter, brothers, I can hear everyone arguing from a distance."

    Because I am wearing a police uniform, everyone can tell each other's identities at a glance.  Several urban management frowned, although they didn't respond, they didn't say anything.

    At this time, the stall owner grabbed me and said, "Hey, Comrade Police, please talk to some of you and return the trolley to me. You see, I have a ninety-year-old mother and a three-year-old mother."  Little baby, you are relying on me to support your family, and this has taken away people¡¯s food, what should people do!!¡±

    I snorted coldly: "Ninety-year-old mother and three-year-old baby, your age span is quite large. You are only about forty, uncle?"

    The stall owner said with a hippie smile: "That's how I describe it, the world is difficult, please do me a favor." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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