Abyss of ignorance

Chapter 142 The Reflection of the World
"Huh? Did you see the way?" Lin Xiaodong was overjoyed for a while, it seemed that he had found the right person.

Jiang Xu observed the painting and said, "This man's classicism is still quite good."

"It's like this, Jiang Xu, I don't care about doctrines. The person who painted this painting opened a gallery downstairs in my house and painted a bunch of oil paintings of Linzhou Wetland. Ye Mimi said that those oil paintings are death. Angle of view, I won’t go into details about the perspective of death. In short, the person who drew this painting is inextricably linked to Ai Juntang and the two corpses recently found in the wetland.

When I went to this gallery today, this painting appeared in the gallery, which is a new addition, and, as you can see, it has nothing to do with wetlands.

It's just a corner of the room, but I don't know what she wants to express by putting this painting?
I believe she did it on purpose. "

Jiang Xu listened quietly to Lin Xiaodong's words, and said, "Mimi told me about the wetlands. I do know a little about painting. She used a not-so-new technique, Jan van Eyck's " "Portrait of the Ernolfini Couple", "The Lady of the Palace" by Katz of Velas, and "The Bar of the Goddess Funeral Hall" by Manet have all used this technique."

"What method?" Lin Xiaodong sat down on a chair by the dining table, "I have never seen these paintings before, I just want to know what is the mystery here?"

Jiang Xu raised his thin hand and pointed to the glass cabinet in the painting: "The real content of this painting is here."

Lin Xiaodong followed what he pointed, and looked down: "This is a cabinet, what's wrong?"

"This is a glass cabinet. She carefully drew the whole picture of the room reflected by the glass. This is the art of mirrors." Jiang Xu said, with a hint of approval in his words.

Lin Xiaodong half-believingly turned the painting to himself, and re-observed, but found nothing.

Jiang Xu smiled and shook his head: "You have to put it there." He pointed to the chair opposite Lin Xiaodong, "Generally speaking, the viewing distance of an oil painting is about 50 centimeters, which is equivalent to the artist's own arm. length. This distance should allow you to see what you want to see."

According to what Jiang Xu said, Lin Xiaodong put some distance away from the oil painting, stared at the glass cabinet carefully, and suddenly yelled out "ah", he felt that the hairs all over his body were about to stand on end.

And Jiang Xu should have noticed it a long time ago, and said gloomily behind him: "I just said, is it interesting?"

Lin Xiaodong didn't think this was anything interesting. He turned around, faced Jiang Xu, and pointed at the painting sideways: "Is the house in this painting a murder scene?"

I saw that the glass door of the small cabinet reflected the whole picture of the room, the pink and white wall was splattered with blood, and at the door of the room, a black figure turned his back to the cabinet, as if he was leaving.

And this angle of view seems to be the picture that the person who was killed by the black shadow in the mirror saw at the last moment of his life. This person is lying helplessly on the ground, and can only see the familiar curtains, the gorgeous ceiling and this Reflections of despair and fear in glass cases.

"Yes, in the mirror is the world that the painter wants to express, the reflection of the world she wants to show."

"That is to say, apart from Reed Dang, there are other murder scenes that have not been discovered!" Lin Xiaodong felt that the matter was serious, "Thank you!" He hurriedly thanked Jiang Xu and left Room 404.

Jiang Xu watched the door close behind Lin Xiaodong, rested his hand on his chin, and looked at the world beyond the crack of the curtain. The sun shone on his eyelashes, which were golden and distinct. In his eyes, there was also the reflection of the world. In the black pupils, the brighter, the darker.

……

Lin Xiaodong arrived at the gate of the Linzhou Public Security Bureau. Although the security guard was still the same, the buddy was quite conscientious. He stopped him to complete the registration and contacted Yue Jianfeng before letting him go.

Yue Jianfeng saw Lin Xiaodong come in with a large painting, but he was a little surprised: "Captain Lin, what is this?"

"Oil painting, remember I told you that I met a female painter in the Reed Marsh?"

"Team Lin, let's talk about this matter. We searched everywhere. In all the studios and art schools in Linzhou, including the art teachers in each school, none of them fit what you said. Mainly, the art teachers and painters in Linzhou, But all women don't have dimples. That's a bit of common knowledge." Yue Jianfeng said dumbfoundedly.

Lin Xiaodong waved his hand: "I brought my painting directly." Then he put the painting on the table, "Look!"

Yue Jianfeng's first reaction was similar to Lin Xiaodong's at the beginning, muttering: "What is this painting? A room?"

"No, you have to stand at this distance and focus on the glass cabinet!" Lin Xiaodong guided Yue Jianfeng with the method taught by Jiang Xu.

Yue Jianfeng walked half a step away suspiciously, while Lin Xiaodong erected the oil painting and pointed to the glass cabinet: "Look at the reflection inside, look carefully!"

Yue Jianfeng watched carefully, and couldn't help gasping: "This painting is so dark?!"

"The main thing is, I saw more than this one. That guy opened a gallery directly downstairs of my house. Before that, he showed various landscapes of Linzhou Wetland. The style of painting was gloomy and weird. Today, this one suddenly appeared. , I am worried that the content of this painting is not fictional, but realistic." Lin Xiaodong was worried, "If this is the case, there is a crime scene that has not been discovered yet!"

"During this time, we have been concentrating on investigating the murder case in the Linzhou Wetland. We haven't received any other reports. This painting is in such a corner. I don't know how to find it?" Yue Jianfeng was in trouble.

Lin Xiaodong had a different idea: "I'll give you the painting, and you ask the technical department to analyze the traces on the painting to see if there are any clues."

However, Yue Jianfeng said that he didn't know how to find it, but at this moment his eyes never left the painting, thoughtfully: "Team Lin, do you feel that you have seen this room before?"

Lin Xiaodong frowned: "There is too little information in this corner, I can't figure it out, why? Do you have an impression?"

"Well, I always feel like I saw it somewhere, but I just can't remember it." Yue Jianfeng stroked his chin.

"Xiaodong? Are you a guest now?" Lao Liang, who was in charge of the archives, passed by the office of the criminal investigation brigade with a teacup in his hand. He saw Lin Xiaodong and came in to say hello.

"Team Lin is here to deliver clues." Yue Jianfeng reached out and patted Lin Xiaodong's back.

After hearing this, Lao Liang said helplessly to Lin Xiaodong: "Look at you, what kind of job did you resign properly, and now it has become a voluntary labor?" He said, his eyes fell on the painting on the table.

"Huh? This place..." Old Liang seemed to have remembered something.

(End of this chapter)