Chapter 66 Is what you see the truth?
"Who the hell is so naughty... Damn it!"
Director Yu Qing was stuffing internal organs into the belly of a female corpse under a bridge. The ten cartoons had already been collected. The police reported the news through various channels, and as expected, the matter would end there.
The cartoonist was still in detention awaiting legal sanctions when suddenly, a new cartoon appeared on the Internet.
The same style, still the crime scene of murdering women.
It really never ends.
In view of Yu Qing's rich experience, the police asked him to continue setting up the fake murder scene, while Su He and Officer Hou came to the detention center.
Wang Bin, male, 29 years old, majoring in fine arts, was expelled from school and made a living by drawing on the Internet.
His paintings are dark, desperate, and evil. Except for a small number of fans, all the comments below are insults.
Officer Hou placed the eleventh cartoon in front of Wang Bin and said, "This is what you drew..."
Wang Bin glanced at him, revealing a hint of pride under his thick glasses, and said coldly: "Officer, I'm just a painter, why are you making things difficult for me?"
"You have an accomplice. Who is he? How many paintings like this do you have? Don't you know that someone out there has died because of your paintings?" Officer Hou stared at Wang Bin. Five women died tragically because of his paintings, but he still had an indifferent expression.
Wang Bin gently adjusted his glasses and grinned: "Officer, in this world, some people are destined to live in dark corners, sneaking around like mice. They can't find the way they came here, and they don't know where to go. I'm just helping them..."
"People's faces are all covered with hypocritical masks. Do you think the smiling faces you see are necessarily clean?"
"Tell me, is what you see the truth? Does sunlight represent justice, and does darkness necessarily represent evil?"
Wang Bin suddenly became very excited and roared loudly.
Then he slammed into the wall .
"Bang!" Wang Bin's head was covered in blood. The prison guard rushed over and grabbed him.
On the stretcher, Wang Bin was still very excited and struggled hard. When he passed by Su He, Su He suddenly said, "Since you want to die so much, why didn't you die last time?"
Wang Bin calmed down, stared at Su He, licked the blood from his lips, then closed his eyes and a tear fell.
After leaving the detention center, Officer Hou couldn't help but ask, "Su He, what did you mean by that sentence just now? Why did Wang Bin cry when you said that?"
Su He walked towards the car while explaining: "Wang Bin's arms are covered with tattoos, but they can't hide the scars left by suicide. He wanted to die but didn't. What happened?"
Officer Hou nodded and continued, "You haven't told him why he was crying?"
"How should I know? It's not sand in my eyes..."
Su He walked into the main driving seat but was grabbed by Officer Hou, who scolded him: "You don't even have a driver's license, but you are addicted to driving... Where are you going now?"
Su He sat obediently in the passenger seat and said, "Wang Bin's home!"
Experts have determined that the eleventh cartoon and the previous ten were drawn by the same person. Wang Bin is in detention, so who took them out?
In a dilapidated residential building, Wang Bin's house was originally a storage room. Now it is empty, with only graffiti on the walls.
"I told you, we emptied everything and put it all in the police station. The only thing left is the wall..."
Officer Hou followed Su He into the house where Wang Bin lived before. Looking at the dark paintings on the wall, he said, "The house is rented. It's been less than a year. There are paintings on the wall and photos in the police station. Su He, if you want to find clues here, I advise you not to waste your energy... If you have this time, you might as well track down where the eleventh comic came from..."
Su He took out his cell phone, found eleven cartoons, compared them with the graffiti on the wall, and suddenly, he smiled.
"This cartoon was not drawn by Wang Bin... Look here, the colors are brighter, it should have been drawn recently. Pay attention to the edges. Wang Bin attempted suicide and cut his wrists, which caused him to hold the pen unsteadily. The edges of the painting he drew have great fluctuations. Because it does not affect the appearance, it is easily overlooked..."
"What we caught was just an imposter cartoonist..."
Officer Hou compared the cartoon with the graffiti on the wall, turned his head and asked, "According to your inference, the cartoonist is someone else, but Kunyang is so big, there are so many people who can draw, where should we start looking?"
"Also, if the cartoon was not drawn by Wang Bin, why didn't he just say it out loud instead of taking the blame on himself?"
The comics are all uploaded from the Internet, so it is difficult to lock on to the target.
Before, it was because Wang Bin’s style was too special and people in the industry could see it at a glance.
Nowadays, some people imitate Wang Bin's painting style. Trying to find this imitator is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Wang Bin gave us a hint. Do you remember what he said: What you see is the truth? Does sunlight represent justice, and does darkness necessarily represent evil?" Su He did not continue to keep the secret, and added: "If you reverse Wang Bin's words, you will be closer to the answer."
Officer Hou asked doubtfully, "What I saw was not the truth? Sunlight represents evil, and darkness represents justice?"
Su He smiled and said, "Wang Bin's first sentence was, 'What you see is the truth?' He said this to tell us that we haven't found the truth yet. As for what the truth is, it's not the truth we have now."
"Does sunlight represent justice and darkness necessarily represent evil? If my previous assumption is correct, the cartoon was drawn by someone else, and the darkness here should refer to Wang Bin himself. The cartoon was not drawn by him, and the police misunderstood him. He used this method to express his inner dissatisfaction..."
"The night is not necessarily evil, and the sun does not necessarily represent justice... If Wang Bin hiding in the utility room represents the night, then this sun may be hanging in front of us..."
"Wang Bin is willing to go to jail to protect this sunshine!"
"Who is Yangguang?" asked Officer Hou.
Su He was stunned, looked at Officer Hou, and replied: "How should I know? Investigating social relations is your job as police officers."
Officer Hou smiled awkwardly. He subconsciously regarded Su He as a criminal policeman. Only then did he realize that Su He was just a delivery man who could act.
If we could find a real cartoonist, all this would be over.
I went back to the police station with Officer Hou and looked at Wang Bin's file. It turned out that both his parents had passed away, his relatives no longer had any contact with him, he had never worked, and made a living by taking orders for online painting.
Judging from Wang Bin’s social connections, these people do not have any talent for painting. The eleven cartoons are very clever in conception and layout, and they also imitate Wang Bin’s style to achieve a lifelike effect. This person’s painting skills are extremely high!
Su He stared at the file and saw the column for education. It said high school. However, Officer Hou had said before that Wang Bin had attended college but was expelled from school midway through.
Su He raised his head and looked at Officer Hou, saying, "Next stop, Kunyang Academy of Fine Arts!"
