Give the slag and accept the end

It took two hours and finally found the gallery.He wanted to ask the staff about the procedures for selling paintings, but the staff ignored him when they saw his migrant worker's attire. He used to ask on paper, but people thought he was begging for money by virtue of his disability. Impatiently, she gave him fifty cents and waved him to leave quickly.

Because there are too many people pretending to be disabled, the real disabled will not be treated well.Su Ying didn't care about this young employee, he didn't take the fifty cents, and patiently typed on his mobile phone, explaining for a long time, the young man finally believed that he was not here to ask for money but to sell paintings.

For Su Ying, painting is a pastime in his spare time. He has never sold paintings, so he doesn't know the gallery market.As soon as Xiaonian asked him for a work album, the second sentence asked him which art academy he graduated from, what major he majored in, where he studied under, and what awards he had won.

Su Ying couldn't answer a single sentence. He was originally a migrant worker, so he didn't have any of the above.If I had known this earlier, I should have brought a picture for others to see, instead of standing here like this and being ridiculed.But even though the young employee's tone was sharp in every possible way, he was not angry. He had a smile on his face and looked as gentle as jade. Many useful ones.

He listened for a while, remembered all the things that should be paid attention to, and then bid farewell to the staff and was about to leave. He was going to go back and make two paintings, and come back another day, but he was very lucky and very coincidental. I ran into the store manager of the gallery—a very intellectual and beautiful middle-aged woman, surnamed Li.

Ms. Li was at the door early, and she has been watching them since he was dumped by the staff for [-] cents.

Originally, she was going to come here to criticize the employees, but she didn't want to see this young man dressed as a migrant worker, although he could not speak, he was quite magnanimous, listening to the harsh words, but there was no sullen look on his face, his self-cultivation was beyond the reach of ordinary people.So he stood aside and watched the entire conversation between the two, seeing that even the most irritable employee on weekdays was affected by the young man's gentle temperament, and his tone eased, and he was even more amazed.

It's really nice to have such a demeanor for a young man who obviously seems to be in a bad situation, physically and disabled.

Seeing people is like seeing paintings.She had an intuition that this young man might really have two talents.

Su Ying was invited to the reception room by Ms. Li. Because Su Ying couldn't speak, the two of them didn't speak much. After a few words of "communication", Ms. Li directly let Su Ying do it—she brought him to his studio.

Whether it is a mule or a horse, you can tell when you take a walk.

Another two hours passed, and it was almost noon when Su Ying left the gallery with 5000 yuan.Ms. Li appreciates his painting skills and is willing to cooperate with him for a long time.Before leaving, Ms. Li told him that his skills are flawless and one in a million, but if he wants to go on this journey for a long time, he must not be too ingenious. Without love and aura, he will never go far. The evaluation was the same as that of Su Ying's master at the time.

But Su Ying didn't care.

Whether it was or is now, he paints just to survive.What is love, he does not know.

The other side of the city.

With Fang Yuan's permission, Zhang Lin took a few male police officers and a master lockpicker around Fang Xing's houses, but to no avail.So they went not far behind the building, behind the ruins, there were small bungalows, one of which was very eye-catching, with a red iron door, which was locked tightly.

This small bungalow covered with the word "demolition" is also owned by Fang Xing's family. If it is really demolished, it will cost hundreds of thousands. Including the five houses, it will have a net worth of three to four million yuan. It can barely be regarded as a Little rich.No wonder at the beginning when Fang Yuan was caught asking him something, he hesitated to speak, wanted to speak but didn't want to speak, probably because he wanted to hide this ill-gotten gain.

Frankly speaking, there is no such thing as Fangyuan in these five suites.

But if Fang Yuan really hides this, then he is really a wolf.Fortunately, although he was useless, he was not as cold-blooded as his parents. In the end, he was persuaded by the sensational interrogation of the police. Explained thoroughly.

He said that Fang Xingfa rented the one-story house out of kindness to two beggars, both young, one lame and one stupid.

The explanation was so clear that Zhang Lin, who had checked the information nearby, easily knew who the two beggars were.Fang Xingna is not renting money, let alone showing kindness, but doing evil and eating human blood.

"Master, you open the front door, you, follow me to the back." Zhang Lin arranged the manpower, tilted her head and looked at the back and said, "When I came here before, I saw this row of houses. There seems to be a barn in the back, and maybe the yard can be accessed through the back door."

Zhang Lin and another policeman walked around to the back of the bungalow.Rows of dying poplars are sparsely planted behind the bungalows, and in the middle is a dirt road stepped on by people. It obviously just finished raining yesterday, and today’s summer has dried the dust dry, and the sky is full of people stepping down. dust.

"Hey, the sun is really strong these days." Zhang Lin took off her hat and fanned it, took a breath, and put it on again.I stepped on places with little dust, but the leather shoes were still covered with dust within a few feet.

"Why do we come here to see?" the little policeman asked.

"Why do you say?" Zhang Lin asked.Not far ahead, there is a small yard surrounded by a fence. There is a grass shed in the yard, and a hill of dry firewood is placed beside the grass shed.Comparing the emptiness around the yard, there is no doubt that it should be the backyard of the Hongmen house.

"Didn't we come to find the location of the murder, and the murderer? Why did we come here? Do you think that the crime was committed by two beggars?" The little policeman wrinkled his nose and took a breath, "Why is it so smelly? ?”

Zhang Lin pinched her nose and approached the thatched hut, looking left and right: "A place where you poop and pee, can it still smell good?"

The little police officer wrinkled his face into a ball: "That can't be so stinky, can it? Isn't excrement and urine just a bad smell, why does this smell still have a smell..."

"What's the smell?" Zhang Lin pinched her nose and held her breath. She really didn't want to smell this smell. She had experienced the smell of latrines in the summer countryside countless times.

Just as she was about to check to see if the fence was open, her cell phone rang: "Dingling, honey, answer the phone!"

Ouch, Lu Jun's phone call.

"Hello?" She beamed with joy, and let go of her nose to answer the phone.As soon as he took a breath, he retched and uttered a curse, "Oh my God."

Lu Jun said at the other end: "Have you gone to the back of the house?"

"Well, oh my god, this smell." The closer you get, the stronger the smell is, it's so stinky.Zhang Lin made a gesture with the little policeman, and then ran dozens of steps into the woods, finally lost the smell, and barely recovered her breath.

"Okay, tell me now? What's the matter?"

Lu Jun said: "My brother and I also came. We didn't call you when we saw you going to the back. We just entered the yard."

"And then?" Zhang Lin kicked a stone on the ground.

Lu Jun sighed, looked at his younger brother who was protecting Fang Yi's room from entering, and said to the phone, "What did you smell just now?"

"Stink." Zhang Lin kicked the poplar tree.

The little police officer in the distance pinched his nose and pushed through the fence and entered the yard. He looked here and there, holding a picked stick in his hand and flicked it here and there, not knowing what he was doing.

In the yard, except for the fool, everyone looked serious.The idiot opened his hands to block Fang Yi's room door: "Fang Yi doesn't like others entering his room."

"Why don't you like it?" the policeman asked.

"If you can't, you can't!" said the fool.

Lu Jun glanced at the ashes left by the burned clothes in the dry reservoir and the inconspicuous black marks on the ground, winked at the police officer, pointed to the pool and asked the fool: "Then can you tell brother?" , What is the ashes in the pond?"

The idiot gestured and said, "Put the unwanted clothes in and light the fire. The fire is so big that it burns to ashes."

Zhang Lin's voice came out from the phone: "Lu Jun, go inside and have a look."

Lu Jun asked the police to pull the idiot away, and then asked the lockpicker to shrink Fang Yi's room and entered the room.The room was gloomy with the curtains drawn, and there was a raw and weird smell of rust in the air.

"Wow!" He pulled the curtains, and the sunlight came in, lighting up the room.

At the same time, the terrified voice of the little policeman came from the other end of the phone——

"Sister Zhang! Come on, come and see!"

Lu Jun looked at everything in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the fool who kept pushing them away, what else was unclear.The kitchen knife was still thrown on the ground, and the walls, the floor, the cabinet, and even the edge of the bed were covered with frightening patches of black.Stretching out his hand to wipe it lightly, the black spots turned into black powder and floated down.

There was a whetstone under the edge of the bed, and on top of the whetstone was a not-so-small kitchen knife with black and red blood stains on it.

There is a stick figure on the table, which shows three stick figures, the one in the middle is short and the two are tall.There are four big tears drawn under the eyes of the short one, and the word "baby" written on the head, while the faces of the two big ones next to it are directly painted in black with messy circles.The whole picture looks dark and eerie.

No one expected that after a few days, the crime scene was still preserved so completely.

Before everyone speculated about the murderer's reason for throwing the body into the river, the most guessed was "demonstration". Now it seems that it may not be just a demonstration.

He is... looking for his own death.