Chapter 15: Testing
Lin Wei lifts her feet very quickly when she walks, which also causes her to walk fast and lift her feet very high.
Usually in such situations, she will absorb the dust on the ground, leaving a star-shaped mark on the forefoot or heel.
But in this situation, the footprints wouldn't be of much help to their case.
"Xia."
Although he was very aggressive, Cao Bin still told Chi Xia with a bitter face: "As you said, everyone walks in a different way. There are so many people in the video, it's not easy for us to find them..."
Chi Xia smiled: "In total, there are only 17 types, and we can first eliminate some people who are obviously not suspicious. This level of screening is much better than searching for a needle in a haystack."
Cao Bin thought about it and realized that it was true! He immediately became motivated, put a drop of eye drops into his eyes, and got into a new round of battle.
But Chi Xia was thinking about another question in his mind: who is the next potential victim?
What can she do to find this potential victim before the killer does?
The murderer, what is he doing now, what is he thinking? Has he already observed his next prey and is just waiting to strike at the right time?
Chi Xia took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and focused his attention back on the video in front of him.
On the other side, Curly stretched as if he had accomplished a task, and sent all the relevant clues he had found to Luo Xun and Lin Wenjue.
At this time, Luo Xun's jeep had been parked across the road for half an hour.
During this time, he and Lin Wenjue did not get out of the car, but observed everyone who walked out of the exhibition hall.
It wasn't until Curly's message came that their positions changed.
This exhibition hall named "Gejie" is actually a gallery. It was only opened for exhibitions a year ago. Its owner is a man named Zhou Yanchen, who is 34 years old and a well-known collector.
"I have learned painting, piano, violin and many other skills since I was young..."
Lin Wenjue snorted and chuckled, "So many, can you learn them all?"
Luo Xun slid his thumb across the screen of his phone: "Zhou Yanchen's father, Zhou Zhengguo, do you know who he is ?"
Lin Wenjue looked over and asked, "Why, do you know him?"
Luo Xun shrugged: "I don't know him, but I've heard of him. He's a very famous surgeon, known for his strictness and bad temper. But he has real skills, so it's not hard to understand why he's a little arrogant."
"That's not surprising."
Lin Wenjue said: "An outstanding father must raise an outstanding son. Look, it's written in the information that Zhou Yanchen's mother is also an outstanding lawyer. They come from an elite family."
"Let's go and meet this elite descendant." Luo Xun said as he opened the car door.
…
"Sorry, our boss is not in the exhibition hall right now."
Luo Xun and Lin Wenjue had been waiting here for a long time, but they didn't expect to be turned away right at the start.
"That's fine."
Lin Wenjue smiled cordially: "Please give us your boss's contact information so we can contact him ourselves."
The girl at the front desk smiled politely but distantly: "I'm really sorry, we can't disclose his contact information without the boss's consent."
Lin Wenjue glanced at Luo Xun.
Luo Xun took out his police ID and flashed it forward: "Police."
The girl with delicate makeup froze for a moment. It was obvious that she had never experienced this situation before. She looked at .
Luo Xun put away her ID and coughed, regaining consciousness.
"Ah, police comrade, this..."
As they were talking, the little girl's eyes lit up, she looked behind them and called out, "Mr. Zhou!"
Luo Xun and Lin Wenjue turned around and looked, and the other party happened to look over there as well. At this moment, his right hand was still adjusting the cufflinks on his left hand, and Luo Xun saw those hands at first sight.
What a good pair of hands.
Zhou Yanchen looked at them, then nodded politely, looking past them at the front desk: "What's wrong?"
The day before yesterday, the little girl pointed at Luo Xun and Lin Wenjue and said tremblingly: "These two police comrades said they are here to see you."
Zhou Yanchen frowned and looked at Luo Xun and Lin Wenjue in confusion.
Lin Wenjue nodded at him and whispered to Luo Xun, "You should take care of this mess. It really affects the image of the bureau."
Luo Xun snorted and walked towards Zhou Yanchen: "Mr. Zhou, right? From the Municipal Bureau's special case team. Is it convenient for us to chat?"
"Wh…what group?"
Zhou Yanchen looked shocked: "Special investigation team?"
"yes."
Luo Xun said: "The task force is usually responsible for investigating special cases, such as serial murders. Of course, sometimes they also take on some major and difficult cases."
Zhou Yanchen was frightened by this answer, his face turned pale. "Why would I...how could I be involved in a serial murder case? Officer, are you...are you making a mistake?"
"Whether you are mistaken or not, we will know after we have a chat."
Luo Xun forced a smile: "Mr. Zhou, are we chatting here?"
The people around him looked at him, and Zhou Yanchen suddenly came to his senses: "Let's go to the office, let's talk in the office."
Luo Xun and Lin Wenjue followed Zhou Yanchen to his office and found that this man really had good taste.
An office designed like an art gallery. Luo Xun pursed his lips and felt for the first time that his messy hair was indeed a bit out of place here.
“Some artists are as eclectic as you are.”
Lin Wenjue seemed to see through his thoughts and laughed at him in a low voice.
Luo Xun kicked him secretly.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yanchen had already made two cups of coffee.
Seeing Luo Xun staring at the painting on the wall, he smiled and said, "Does this police officer know anything about painting?"
"don't know."
Luo Xun turned around: "I just feel that he looks familiar."
Zhou Yanchen's face froze for a moment, but he quickly smiled: "You're such a joker. Drink coffee, drink coffee."
"We are used to drinking tea."
Luo Xun sat down: "Mr. Zhou, what is the relationship between these two paintings on the wall and Mr. D's "Help Series"?"
"What...what did you say?"
Zhou Yanchen leaned forward and tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't hear Luo Xun's words.
Lin Wenjue smiled amiably and said, "He said that the two paintings hanging on your wall are the works of a foreign niche painter named Mr. D. From what we know, these two paintings should belong to his series of "Seeking Help."
“Ah, this one.”
Zhou Yanchen smiled and said, "You two have good eyesight . These two paintings are indeed from Mr. D's series."
Luo Xun's eyes were fixed on him, which made Zhou Yanchen feel oppressed.
He avoided Luo Xun's gaze and looked at Lin Wenjue, who was relatively friendly.
Luo Xun didn't care and took out his cell phone and clicked.
But Lin Wenjue just looked at him with a smile and said, "According to our investigation, there are a total of twelve paintings in this series, all of which were bought by a Chinese collector a few years ago. Is there any relationship between Mr. Zhou and that mysterious buyer? Or are you the mysterious buyer?"
Zhou Yanchen laughed: "You are indeed the police. You can even find this out. That's right, all twelve paintings in this series are in my hands."
"No." Luo Xun suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yanchen asked puzzledly.
"At least two of the paintings are no longer in your hands."
Luo searched for the photo album on his phone and placed the phone screen in front of Zhou Yanchen: "Mr. Zhou, are you familiar with these two paintings?"
Just when Zhou Yanchen looked down at his phone, a message from Chi Xia popped up on Luo Xun's phone.
The message read: Captain Luo, I know who the potential victim is.
