Serial sin

Chapter 2 Abstract Painting

A burst of thunder woke Du Ping up. When she opened her eyes, she found that Jiang Wenshan had disappeared.

She hurriedly turned on the light, and called softly: "Wenshan, Wenshan!" There was no response, and she looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.

Du Ping got up from the bed, put on her nightgown, and walked out of the room.

She saw the lights on in Jiang Wenshan's study, walked over gently, and pushed open the door.

Jiang Wenshan was so engrossed with a piece of paper in his hand that he didn't notice Du Ping coming in.

Du Ping walked to his side. He was holding a painting in his hand, a very abstract painting. There were several deformed and distorted figures on the painting, which looked hideous and terrifying.

Du Ping had seen this painting in the afternoon, it was delivered by courier, and she thought it was a work of art bought by Jiang Wenshan.

Jiang Wenshan usually likes to collect some famous calligraphy and paintings, so she didn't take it seriously at the time.

When she handed the painting to Jiang Wenshan after dinner, she found that Jiang Wenshan's expression was a little flustered, and his face turned pale.She asked Jiang Wenshan what was wrong, and Jiang Wenshan said it was a stomachache. She knew that Jiang Wenshan's stomachache was an old problem, so she didn't think too much about it.

Now it seems that it should be because of this painting, otherwise he wouldn't have locked himself in the study in the middle of the night staring at the painting in a daze, without even noticing that he came in.

"Wenshan!" She put her hand on Jiang Wenshan's shoulder, Jiang Wenshan seemed to be taken aback, and looked at her when he came back to his senses: "Why are you up?"

Du Ping smiled: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Du Ping's gaze fell on the painting again. The whole painting was bright red, including the distorted figures exaggerated by the black lines, like blood rushing, or dancing flames.

"Do you believe in karma in this world?" Jiang Wenshan put the painting on the table and asked softly, but before Du Ping could answer, he said to himself: "Yes, there must be. If you do evil, you will be punished sooner or later.”

Du Ping grabbed Jiang Wenshan's hand: "Wenshan, what's wrong with you? Even if there is karma in this world, we don't have to be afraid. We have done a lot of good deeds, donating money and materials to the disaster areas, building Hope Primary School, If there is retribution, we are also rewarded for good!"

Jiang Wenshan turned his head to look at her, with a blank face and empty eyes: "So you also believe in retribution, so what about doing evil? Is it also the same as evil and evil?"

Du Ping nodded subconsciously, at this moment she suddenly read two words written in the lower right corner of the painting: Repay.

She felt a little uneasy in her heart. This painting didn't seem to be as simple as she thought, so she put her arms around Jiang Wenshan's shoulder: "Wenshan, what's wrong with you, what's the matter with this painting, please tell me." Is it that we have been husband and wife for so many years, is there anything we can't say? "

Jiang Wenshan shook his head and sighed softly: "I'm fine, I'm fine." He stood up from the chair, walked to the window, opened the window, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the rain was also blown in by the wind. on his face.

Jiang Wenshan's anomaly made Du Ping inexplicably afraid. Jiang Wenshan must have something to hide from her. She was about to step forward to ask what happened. Jiang Wenshan closed the window and gently stroked the rain on his face: " Let's go back to the house and sleep."

He walked to Du Ping's side, took Du Ping's hand and went back to the bedroom.

After going to bed, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Du Ping really wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, she still didn't open her mouth. She thought it might be better to ask at another time. Jiang Wenshan was not in the mood at the moment.

Early in the morning, the city's criminal police team received a report that Jiang Wenshan, the chairman of Xingchen Culture, committed suicide by cutting his wrist in the bathtub at home. The reporter was his wife Du Ping. Du Ping suspected that Jiang Wenshan's incident was related to a painting.

"Bureau Feng, are you looking for me?" Xiao Yuanshan walked into the office of Feng Kailin, director of the Municipal Bureau. Feng Kailin was looking at something. Hearing Xiao Yuanshan's voice, he raised his head, took off his presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stood up. : "Yuanshan, come and sit down."

Calling Xiao Yuanshan to sit down on the sofa, Feng Kailin said, "Yuanshan, there are no outsiders here, so I'll get straight to the point."

Xiao Yuanshan nodded.

"Xu Rong and Jiang Wenshan are well-known entrepreneurs in our city. Although they both died of suicide, there must be a reason, right? If there is no reasonable explanation, the public will speculate wildly and have different opinions. I don't need to talk about the consequences of causing bad influence, right?" Feng Kailin spoke earnestly.

Xiao Yuanshan said softly: "Boss Feng, there is something about Xu Rong's death that I haven't had time to report to you. It's like this..." He shared the story of "Midnight Cheats" on the traffic radio station last night and Ouyang Shuang's death. Jie described the "car accident" he personally experienced in detail.

"Both Ouyang and I believe that Xu Rong did not commit suicide, but murder, but we still don't know what kind of means the murderer used. I asked someone to go to Jiaoguang Station to check. At [-]:[-], it was true. A woman called in and told such a story. We have brought back the recording for technical analysis. In addition, the phone card was bought on the street and does not require real-name registration. The phone company has also checked it. The calling card is only used once, which is to make a direct dial call."

Feng Kailin is an old policeman, and from what Xiao Yuanshan said, he immediately concluded that Xu Rong's death was indeed suspicious.

He narrowed his eyes: "You think Xu Rong died of murder, but what about Jiang Wenshan? Is there any connection between the two deaths? Jiang Wenshan's wife said that his death was related to a painting, so why? one thing?"

He knew that Xiao Yuanshan had just returned from Jiang's house, so he asked this question.

Xiao Yuanshan gave a general account of Du Ping's reaction: "We also checked with the courier company, and they couldn't provide any information about the sender. I only remember that it was a woman. She used the A4 letter for the name and address of the recipient in advance. After the paper was typed, she threw the drawing and address and 100 yuan on the counter and left. The salesman called her at that time, but she didn’t turn her head back.”

Feng Kailin said softly: "In other words, you also find Jiang Wenshan's death suspicious, right?"

Xiao Yuanshan hesitated for a while but nodded, Feng Kailin said: "Well, you must investigate these two so-called 'suicide cases' for me, but the investigation must be kept strictly confidential and low-key, so as not to cause panic in the society. The department’s suicide identification is the first thing to do, remember a principle, we must not let us fall into a passive position.”

"Bureau Feng, do you think it is necessary to set up a task force?" Xiao Yuanshan asked softly.

Feng Kailin thought for a while: "That's fine, but keep a low profile and don't make a big show."

"There is a person I want to bring in, but you need to agree to this." Xiao Yuanshan chuckled.

"Who?"

Xiao Yuanshan replied: "Ouyang Shuangjie, this kid is born to be a criminal police officer, and he has a lot of research on psychology. I believe that with his participation, the special case team will be able to solve the case as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)