Abyss of ignorance

Chapter 143
"Huh? Lao Liang looks familiar to you too?" Lin Xiaodong asked in surprise.

"Isn't this painting about the case in 93?" Lao Liang blurted out.

Hearing Lao Liang talk about 93, Yue Jianfeng suddenly realized, and said loudly: "Oh! I said that I saw this ceiling. It was when I was in the police academy. When the teacher analyzed the pending case in class, he said that it happened in Nanpu in 1993. In the case of Shen’s extermination in the city, there are a few photos taken at the scene where the ceiling is the same as this one, including the color of the wall.”

"How did you recognize Lao Liang at a glance? How amazing?" Lin Xiaodong said admiringly, looking at the white-haired Lao Liang.

However, Lao Liang waved his hand modestly: "It's amazing, it's because the case had something to do with us in Linzhou at that time, and I participated in the assisted investigation."

"Quickly tell me!" Lin Xiaodong said, pulling Lao Liang past him, pushing him on the seat, and staring at him anxiously.

Lao Liang looked at Lin Xiaodong's agitated look, and looked puzzled: "This is Nanpu's case, why are you so concerned?"

"I don't know what this case has to do with the present! Don't you wait for you to tell me about it?" Lin Xiaodong said to Lao Liang with a smile.

"It's nothing to talk about. When I was still in the Criminal Investigation Brigade in 93, I received an investigation letter from Nanpu City, saying that there was a major criminal case in Nanpu. A wealthy businessman named Shen was killed in a villa. When the owner of the household, Shen Guoming, was in Linzhou, the Nanpu police asked us to help inform Shen Guoming to go back. This man made a lot of money, but overnight, everyone in his family died. I remember that when he was notified, he The whole person was paralyzed, and suddenly he couldn't speak. The doctor said that he suffered from aphasia due to the blow too much.

Although I didn't directly see the scene of the crime, but I saw the photos of the scene. Shen Guoming's parents, wife, a pair of children, a family of six, all of them were killed by the butcher's knife.

The home was looted of cash and valuables.

It was a case of burglary of a very egregious nature.

This pink room belonged to Shen Guoming's daughter. I was very impressed. The child was only ten years old, and she collapsed under this glass cabinet. The wall was splattered with the child's blood.

In our line of work, we have seen a lot of bloody scenes, but that picture still remains in my mind.

Fast forward 30 years, and the murderer has not been found yet.

It's really unbearable. "

"What happened to that Shen Guoming?" Lin Xiaodong asked.

Lao Liang shook his head: "In those days, communication was not well developed, I was only responsible for helping the Nanpu police find him, and after he returned to Nanpu, he lost contact.

It seems that I heard that he came to the state later, but I don't know how he is doing. "

"In 93..." Lin Xiaodong scratched his head. "That person is in his 20s. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like someone who would have appeared at the scene that year. How could she know the details of the crime scene?"

"Team Lin, what's so strange about this? You see, I've also seen photos of this case, not necessarily at the scene." Yue Jianfeng said, "Also, it is said that there are some netizens who are keen on When discussing unsolved cases, some photos leaked out, or this person may have drawn them based on the photos and the description of the case, based on his imagination. A painter, you know." Yue Jianfeng said.

His words gave Lin Xiaodong an idea, and he said to Yue Jianfeng, "Let me borrow your computer and search for it?"

After hearing this, Yue Jianfeng immediately searched. Sure enough, there are still many analyzes about the case of Shen's extermination.

"These netizens are quite imaginative. Religious ceremonies, aliens, time travel...you can talk about it?" Yue Jianfeng looked at these news, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

"Wait, there is a person who will leave a message under almost every message." Lin Xiaodong saw a name that made him sensitive.

"Huh? Which one?" Yue Jianfeng obviously didn't notice.

"Shen Xinxin." Lin Xiaodong said, pointing to the name that appeared on the webpage, "Look at the posts we read before, no matter what platform it is, someone uses this ID to leave a message under the content of Shen's murder case."

"Really." Yue Jianfeng turned back and forth, and sure enough, this person named "Shen Chengxin" found almost all the posts related to the Shen family's extermination case, and left a message below, "But what are these? Welcome, welcome, Lin, Lin, Lin... Team Lin, you see, this person only writes one word everywhere, what does that mean?"

Lin Xiaodong frowned: "In the gallery before, someone used two poems in Song Zhiwen's "You Chengxin Temple" as a metaphor, and now this person named himself Shen Xinxin, it can't be a coincidence, it must be some words Game, Jianfeng, look through it again, is there any other words?"

"Yes, the word 'light' is written here, and these words are repeated back and forth."

"Welcome, come, light..." Lin Xiaodong murmured.

"Huh? There's also the word 'Huan'?" Yue Jianfeng continued.

"Welcome, come, light, welcome...Welcome?" Lin Xiaodong nodded his head after finishing speaking.

"What do you mean?" Yue Jianfeng was at a loss.

"This person told me..." Lin Xiaodong stared at the computer screen, as if hearing the silent webpage laughing, only he himself felt the strangeness of these four words, as if he walked into that gallery Afterwards, a non-existent clerk saluted him, "She is waiting for us to search for information about Shen's Miemen. She deliberately left this screen name for my attention. After all this effort, why do I want to do it?" what?"

"Could it be because you helped Ye Mimi and the others solve Chen Shi's case, and now someone wants you to solve the unsolved Shen family case? Team Lin, you've become a legend in the industry..." Yue Jianfeng said half-jokingly.

"This must be nonsense. As a resigned policeman in Linzhou, I can manage Nanpu affairs? I don't think so." Lin Xiaodong denied.

"Then what does the person who gave you this painting want?" Yue Jianfeng asked inexplicably.

"She seems to want to show me another world, a world that I have never imagined... It's like..." Lin Xiaodong didn't know what language to use to describe it. Painting has a power that he had never experienced before. , Now I suddenly feel that these paintings seem to have torn a rift in time and space, allowing him to glimpse scenes that he has missed or never seen. The wind presented him with a world full of violence and death.

"Hmm..." Yue Jianfeng continued to read the analysis on the Internet, with relish, "This one makes sense..."

(End of this chapter)