Abyss of ignorance

Chapter 217 Maintenance Records
The Rolls-Royce drove away through the back door of the police station, successfully avoiding the attention of the crowd.

"Mr. Ye, I remember you said that you don't intend to intervene in Lin Xiaodong's investigation of the case." A Ruo said sideways while driving the car.

"That's based on the fact that Jiangnan Medicine won't be interfered with." Ye Mimi said coldly, looking out the window.

"Is it the recent event in Europe?"

Ye Mimi was noncommittal, but said: "Ah Ruo, I have some ideas, and I need you to help me find some information."

Ah Ruo listened and grinned: "Happy to help."

……

"Who came so early today?" Yue Jianfeng muttered while looking at the brightly lit second floor with his breakfast in hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Xiaodong hurrying over with a large item in his arms.

"Team Lin?" Yue Jianfeng stepped forward in two or three steps, and saw that Lin Xiaodong was holding a wrapped drawing board under his arm. He didn't need to open it. He knew that it must be one of the three oil paintings in the conference room, " This is evidence, where are you going?"

"Jianfeng, you came just in time, go back to the detention center." Lin Xiaodong said firmly.

"Why? Is there a clue or..." Before Yue Jianfeng finished speaking, he watched Lin Xiaodong continue to walk out. He had no choice but to follow.

"What is the magical power of this painting? I think you are more interested in it than Xu Binyong himself." Yue Jianfeng said to Lin Xiaodong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, in a police car, half joking and half worried.

"In the final analysis, it is to find out how Xu Binyong died. If it weren't for this painting, Xu Binyong would be the second Yao Yuanqing, who was wrongly judged to commit suicide in fear of crime." Lin Xiaodong said, "Since someone wants us to find out the truth, we have to investigate carefully. "

"Tell me, what year is this year?" Yue Jianfeng said suddenly.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Why do so many strange outsiders suddenly appear and care about our investigation?" Yue Jianfeng said inexplicably, "First it was that Jiang Xu, and now it's this person who painted..."

Lin Xiaodong stared ahead, pondered for a while, and said, "Jianfeng, this question may have to be asked in reverse."

"How do you say that?"

"This shows that there is a problem within us. Only when someone wants to cover it up will someone want to expose it. The balance of power is two-way." Lin Xiaodong said in a deep voice.

"Team Lin... Do you know that the tone of your words just now resembles a person?" Yue Jianfeng said suddenly.

"Like who?"

"Bureau Chen."

After Yue Jianfeng finished speaking, both of them fell silent. The person who always made them calm down in difficult times would never come back. The only one they could rely on now was themselves.

The typhoon, which had been broadcast on the news for several days, finally landed, not far from Linzhou.

In Linzhou on a typhoon day, rain clouds rolled in the sky, and sometimes the wind was strong and the sea was calm.

"This ghostly weather is just like the case we're handling. It's unpredictable." Yue Jianfeng deliberately complained, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"Don't you want to know why I'm going to the Linzhou Detention Center all of a sudden?" Lin Xiaodong said, "Because the one who drew the Shenzhai Murder Case in 1993 is the same person as the one in the Linzhou Detention Center in my hand, but I've always wondered, never In terms of time, during the period after Xu Binyong's death, no one had enough time to draw such a picture. The painter was not there. He just knew what the cell looked like and how Xu Binyong would die. .”

"Oh, I understand what you mean. You mean, this painter painted a picture implying Xu Binyong's death and sent it to you?" Yue Jianfeng said immediately.

"If this is the case, it explains one of the points I have been unable to figure out. The painting I got, on the wall under the small window, has a piece of wall peeling off. This person is a detail lover. I started I thought he painted the hole extra, but when I thought about it, he didn’t draw it according to when Xu Binyong died, but finished it in advance. Could it be the cell he knew, where the wall skin fell off? ?”

"That is to say, if you find out when the wall in that cell was damaged, you can know when the person who painted the picture entered the cell, right?"

"Not only that, don't forget, this painting is a perspective of death... If it is true, I am afraid what we are looking for is not as simple as a broken wall." Lin Xiaodong frowned and said in a deep voice.

It took an hour to drive from the urban area to the Linzhou Detention Center. From far away, I saw the director of the house standing in a raincoat and waiting for them in a typhoon.

For Lin Xiaodong, the first impression of this leader was mediocre, but the more he got in touch with him, the more he felt that he was not bad.

"Fangsuo, you don't need to come out specially, the weather is so bad." Lin Xiaodong ran towards the detention center while protecting the oil painting and said to the director of the house.

"This day, you guys are still here to investigate, it's really hard work!" The head of the house said, still the same, speaking a little politely, everyone knows that no one likes to be investigated every day, especially now that the people in their detention center have become the main suspects .

Bearing the unpleasant stench, they walked through the entire detention area to the separate cell.

Since Xu Binyong's accident, the cell has been cordoned off and has not been used again.

"Recently I've been bothering you all the time, and we also hope to solve the case as soon as possible so that your work can return to normal." Lin Xiaodong stood in the cell, facing the director of the cell and said sincerely.

The fat face of the director of the room squeezed out a tired smile: "Then thank you very much. If there is anything that needs our cooperation, just say it."

"Remember the last time I asked you about the hole in the wall?" Lin Xiaodong pointed to the intact wall under the small window.

The head of the house nodded blankly: "Captain Lin, what does this wall have to do with this incident?"

Lin Xiaodong put the painting in his hand on the wooden bed and unpacked it.

The head of the room couldn't help being surprised when he saw it: "This, isn't this our prison cell? Who drew it, it's too restored!"

"We also want to know who painted it. Have you seen the difference from here?" Lin Xiaodong asked.

"Oh! No wonder you keep talking about holes. Why is this place broken in this painting?" The head of the room suddenly realized.

"I don't think this is fictional. Of course, I don't suspect that you are lying. You said that all repairs must be signed by the director. Is it equivalent to keeping records?"

"That's right, I heard from people in the institute that it has been like this for many years." The head of the house replied.

"That's great, I need to retrieve the maintenance records related to this cell over the years." Lin Xiaodong said with bright eyes.

(End of this chapter)