Detective: Open your eyes, I am handcuffed in the interrogation room

(The name Quchuan was wrong in the previous chapter and has been revised.)

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Qu Chuan did not leave Yangcheng. When contacted, he was resting in the hotel. He had a bad attitude and an impatient tone. After learning the identity of the caller, a criminal police officer, he even hung up the phone.

Qin Fei was very angry.

Chen Yi didn't tolerate him, so he asked Jiang Xiaoxin to check Qu Chuan's room booking records, and called a few more police officers to stand directly at the door of a five-star hotel room.

After knocking for a long time, the door opened, and Qu Chuan's figure appeared in front of Chen Yi. His clothes were a little messy, as if he had just put them on in a hurry.

"Who?!"

Qu Chuan was in a bad mood and was angry. He was fatter in real life than in the photo. The fat on his face was round and he had a big belly.

Height, no more than 1.75 meters.

Chen Yi determined that the footprints left at the scene of the crime definitely did not come from the person in front of him.

"Interpol from the Yangcheng City Bureau, I was on the phone with Mr. Qu just now. Excuse me." Chen Yi said.

Hearing this, Qu Chuan became even more angry: "Didn't I say I was busy? Can't you wait if you have something to do? Isn't it inappropriate for you to come directly to the door?"

There are those who are famous for being humble, and there are those who are famous for being wild and arrogant. Qu Chuan obviously belongs to the latter.

Being too crazy is not a good thing, and you will fall into trouble sooner or later.

There is currently no evidence to prove that Qu Chuan is related to this case. Chen Yi patiently said politely: "Mr. Qu, we are investigating a major criminal case. There are some things I want to know about from you. Is that convenient?"

Qu Chuan was very direct: "It's inconvenient! I'm busy!"

Chen Yi lowered his gaze, glanced at the red mark on Qu Chuan's neck, and said, "Are you busy hiding your beauty in the golden house?"

"Eh?" Qu Chuan was unhappy, "Why do you, a little policeman, talk like that? I'll file a complaint against you!"

Chen Yi: "Mr. Qu, let me repeat it again. We are investigating a major criminal case. There are clues that indicate that you are suspected to be related to the case. If you refuse to cooperate, then we will have to change the location."

Qu Chuan sneered: "Are you trying to scare me? You didn't ask me who I was, and you just wanted to take me away without any evidence. Have you asked the leader for instructions? When the time comes, reporters will block the door. I'll see what happens to you guys."

Chen Yi said quietly: "It's a good ending. Tell them what the famous painter Qu Chuan is doing in the hotel. There is no need to ask the leader for instructions. I am Chen Yi, the leader of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Yangcheng City Bureau. Just ask yourself for instructions."

Qu Chuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the young man in front of him again, and asked suspiciously: "Real or false?"

Chen Yi: "Stop talking nonsense. Do you deserve to cooperate?"

After speaking, he raised his hand slightly, as if he was ready to call his subordinates to control him at any time.

Qu Chuan was somewhat frightened. The detachment leader had a very high position in the city and had considerable power. Although he was unhappy, he did not want to offend him.

"Okay, okay, come in." He looked reluctant.

Entering the room, Chen Yi looked around. There were two separate bedrooms in the suite. The bedroom doors were now closed.

"Where are the people?" he asked.

Qu Chuan turned around and asked in confusion: "Who is it?"

Chen Yi: "Woman."

Qu Chuan frowned: "Captain Chen, aren't you investigating the so-called major criminal cases? My personal affairs have nothing to do with the case, right?"

Chen Yi: "Regardless of whether it matters or not, tell her to come out."

Qu Chuan: "You..."

Chen Yi: "We are conducting routine rounds to prevent and crack down on pornography, gambling and drug crimes. Please cooperate."

Qu Chuan was angry: "Routine ward rounds? You are obviously targeting me."

Chen Yi: "I am not targeting anyone. If you are dissatisfied, you can report it to your superiors. Don't you like to complain?"

Qu Chuan couldn't bear it anymore and was about to say goodbye to Chen Yi. At this time, the bedroom door opened and the girl who had already dressed stood there timidly, a little scared.

Through the door, she could hear what was happening outside.

Chen Yi looked over and saw that the girl was very young in her late twenties, like a college student who had just graduated. Although her clothes were already dressed, her hair was a little messy.

No wonder Qu Chuan was so impatient on the phone before. It turned out that there was something good going on. Men would not be in a good mood if they were interrupted when they were happy.

"You two, say each other's names." Chen Yi said.

There was no problem between the two of them. They knew each other's names, and the girl was a fan of Qu Chuan.

Judging from Qu Chuan's first impression of him, he was greasy and vulgar. It was not surprising that he would sleep with fans, but it would be strange not to sleep with him.

"Teacher Qu, I, I, I...I'm leaving first."

After the questioning, the girl quickly ran away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Qu Chuan was inexplicably crazy. He finally got to know a pretty girl, but he was messed up by the police.

"What is going on?? I spend most of my time in the hotel, and when I go out I just participate in activities. What major criminal case can involve me?"

After sitting down angrily, he picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table.

Chen Yi: "A murder case, multiple lives."

Damn it!

Qu Chuan was startled, his hands trembled, and the lighter fell to the ground.

He did not pick it up, but looked at Chen Yi in shock: "Captain Chen, what does the human life lawsuit have to do with me?!"

Chen Yi: "After one o'clock in the afternoon on May 9th and before two o'clock in the morning the next day, where were you?"

"May 9th?" Qu Chuan recalled, "I'm in the hotel."

Chen Yi: "This hotel?"

Qu Chuan: "Yes."

Chen Yi: "Who are you with?"

Quchuan didn't want to answer, but he didn't dare to lie when he was involved in a murder case. He said, "With a fan, she can prove it to me."

Chen Yi: "Isn't that the one just now?"

Qu Chuan: "No."

Chen Yi was speechless, how many have you slept with?

Girls are more emotional and have a stronger admiration mentality than men. If they really take Qu Chuan as their idol, their appearance disadvantage will be greatly reduced. Men are different. They like beautiful people, at least not too ugly.

"Name, contact information." Chen Yi asked.

Qu Chuan had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, rummage through it, and gave out the fan's mobile phone number and name.

Very strange, neither Cai Wenwen nor Cai Wenwen's interpersonal relationship.

Chen Yi found Cai Wenwen's photo: "Have you seen it?"

Qu Chuan came closer and his eyes lit up: "What a beautiful girl. Who is she? You can tell she has artistic talent. She is also a painter, right?"

Chen Yi found Fang Dandan's photo again: "Have you seen it?"

Qu Chuan shook his head: "No."

After that came Zhao Xiaoyan, Xia Qingwen, and Bi Xuelan, who said they had never met them before.

Chen Yi: "Have you been to Ningcheng two years ago?"

Qu Chuan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Been there."

Chen Yi: "What are you going to do?"

Qu Chuan: "To participate in an art exhibition, the organizer invited me to go."

Chen Yi: "Is it in an exhibition hall?"

Qu Chuan: "Yes."

Chen Yi had the impression that the file listed in detail Bi Xuelan's activities in the period before the incident, including the exhibition hall. He accompanied his daughter there because her daughter was learning painting and took her there to see the world and broaden her horizons.

Chen Yi: "Have you been to the Imperial City four years ago?"

"Imperial City?" Qu Chuan thought for a long time this time, "I must have been there before. In what month specifically?"

Chen Yi: "Around Qingming Festival."

Qu Chuan: "Qingming Festival? That's not right. I am in Jincheng during Qingming Festival. I have to go back to visit the tomb. I am there every year."

Chen Yi: "With your parents, right?"

Quchuan: "Yes, in addition to my parents, there are also other relatives from the same family. There are many people."

After talking about this, Chen Yi further ruled out Qu Chuan's suspicion of committing the crime.

The footprints don't match. The most important thing is that the alibi of the Imperial City case and the Yangcheng case is very strong. It doesn't take much effort to check, just make a few phone calls.

"Go check."

"Yes, Captain Chen."

Qin Fei left the room.

Chen Yisi started to move. Is he heading in the wrong direction? The victim has nothing to do with the Qiqing series of oil paintings?

But why the inference is so reasonable and flawless? The murderer's obsessive-compulsive disorder makes the entire case impeccable. It cannot be explained by coincidence at all.

Seeing that Chen Yi's expression had softened, Qu Chuan guessed that he was fine, so he picked up the lighter on the ground and lit the cigarette in his hand, but did not hand it to Chen Yi out of politeness.

Chen Yi glanced at Qu Chuan.

In the past, everyone fell into a misunderstanding in thinking about the motive of committing a crime, looking for the common points of the victims. Today, in the video conference, the direction changed from looking for common points to looking for differences, which extended the larger concept of the previous level.

This big concept is emotion.

Chen Yi personally thinks it is quite reasonable. This issue needs to be discussed with the author himself, Qu Chuan.

"Mr. Qu, can you talk about the original intention of the Seven Emotions series of oil paintings?"

When Qu Chuan mentioned his major, he became interested and his hostility towards Chen Yi weakened. He seemed to have forgotten that the other party had just interfered with his good deeds: "Does Captain Chen also know about oil painting?"

Chen Yi: "I don't understand very well. I want to understand more. Can you explain it in detail?"

Qu Chuan smiled and said: "Of course, what are the seven emotions? Joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, and desire. These seven emotions are the cornerstone of human emotions. They are intertwined in our daily lives and constitute the A rich and colorful world of emotions.”

"For me, an oil painter, using these seven emotions as the theme is a very challenging and profound subject."

"When creating this series of oil paintings, I hope to use artistic processing techniques to materialize abstract emotions, so that viewers can intuitively feel the unique charm of each emotion."

"Captain Chen, oil paintings also have languages, do you understand? Colors, lines, and compositions are all the language of oil paintings. The joy of joy, the intensity of anger, the pain of sorrow, the tension of fear, the warmth of love, the coldness of evil, and the love of desire. Longing, if these emotions can be perfectly expressed in the form of paintings, they can easily arouse deep resonance in the hearts of the viewers.”

There are specialties in the art industry, and Chen Yi listened very carefully. Although the fat man in front of him was not a good character, his artistic attainments were not low. He talked in one way and the contrast was obvious. No wonder he was liked by female fans.

"Are these oil paintings meant to express only human emotions?" he asked.

Qu Chuan replied: "Of course not. I hope to explore the relationship between emotion and human nature through this series of oil paintings. Do you understand human nature? Every emotion is a manifestation of human nature. Emotion is the bridge between us and the outside world. It is also A reflection of our inner world.”

“By deeply exploring the connotation of each emotion, we can gain a deeper understanding of human nature and more accurately grasp the complexity and diversity of our human emotions.”

Chen Yi looked at Qu Chuan who was talking eloquently and said, "Let's talk about the creative process again?"

Quchuan became more and more excited as he talked: "Okay, the Seven Emotions series of oil paintings is the ladder for me to challenge the limits of art. Emotions are an extremely complex and elusive subject, and it is not easy to express them accurately."

"In the process of creation, I need to constantly try new expression techniques and techniques, and constantly break through my own artistic boundaries, in order to create works that are both in-depth and artistically appealing."

"I believe that after the Seven Emotions series of oil paintings comes to a perfect end, these seven works will be remembered forever. Captain Chen, if you are interested, I can give you a few rubbings and go back and enjoy them slowly."

Chen Yi blinked his eyes, stared at Qu Chuan and said, "Mr. Qu, you're welcome. Your work is so famous and can be seen in many places, so there's no need for rubbings."

Qu Chuan did not insist and said with a smile: "The price of the original painting is very high. Unfortunately, I can't give it to Captain Chen. If you like it, you can go and see it at the next art exhibition."

Chen Yi had some inexplicable doubts about Qu Chuan. He always felt that this person was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange at the moment.

Maybe it's because the contrast is too strong, or maybe it's because the grudges are forgotten with a smile too quickly.

Is this an artist? Very different from ordinary people.

On the contrary, real artists always have a somewhat eccentric temperament.

"The next painting is [love], right?" Chen Yi said.

Qu Chuan nodded: "Yes, it is being created."

Chen Yi: "Mr. Qu's creative cycle is two years. Now the time is almost up. How is it completed?"

Qu Chuan's impression of Chen Yi has changed a lot, and he said with a smile: "Captain Chen knows me very well. I can't say that the two-year creative cycle is just a coincidence. I don't know when inspiration will burst out. It depends on the opportunity. It's hard to find."

Chen Yi looked around: "Where is Mr. Qu's studio? Is it here?"

Qu Chuan pointed to another room: "It's right there. Every time I go to a new place, the assistant will clean up the new studio. I never leave my hand with the paintbrush every day."

Chen Yi: "Can I take a look?"

Qu Chuan: "Okay, Captain Chen is free to do it."

Chen Yi waved his hand, and the police officers entered the room behind him. They knew the key search targets without reminding them.

"How many assistants do you have?" Chen Yi continued to ask.

Qu Chuan: "Two."

Chen Yi: "Male and female."

Qu Chuan: "One man and one woman."

Chen Yi: "Can you tell me the male's height and weight?"

Qu Chuan was confused: "Huh? Height and weight? How can I know this?"

Chen Yi: "Are you thin? For example, you are 1.8 meters tall and weigh 120 kilograms."

Qu Chuan shook his head: "No, no, how can he be so thin? He is of normal weight and has a well-proportioned figure... What did Captain Chen ask my assistant for??"

Chen Yi did not answer and asked a new question: "Did Mr. Qu meet ardent fans in his early years? The focus is on men."

Qu Chuan smiled: "My fans are generally female. I wonder what level of fanaticism Captain Chen refers to? Does the one just now count?"

Separated from artistic creation, this guy's expression and smile became obscene again.

erotic.

It's really outrageous that he can become a famous painter, but Chen Yi must admit that those four paintings are indeed something, at least the professional level is real.

The two chatted for a long time, and Chen Yi was waiting for the results of the investigation.

The police officer who searched the room came out and shook his head at Chen Yi, indicating that everything was normal.

Another half hour later, Qin Fei returned and told Chen Yi that the verification was complete. Qu Chuan's alibi was correct, and coupled with the discrepancy in the footprints, it was basically certain that he was not the murderer of this serial case.

Chen Yi said goodbye and left.

When the door to the room was closed, Quchuan's smile slowly faded while he was sitting on the sofa, and was replaced by a hint of coldness.

He raised his hand and took a puff from the cigarette. The rising smoke made him squint his eyes, and the light in his eyes was dark and gloomy.

Outside the hotel.

Several people stood at the gate. Chen Yi looked at the pedestrians coming and going, took out a cigarette and lit it, frowning slightly.

Judging from the motive and psychology of committing the crime, Qu Chuan is extremely suspicious. Every time a person dies, a related abstract painting appears. How could there be such a coincidence in the world.

If Ningcheng's Bi Xuelan detects fear again, Qu Chuan's suspicion will continue to deepen.

But investigating a case cannot only focus on inference and rationality. Facts are the most important.

Qu Chuan's characteristics do not match the traces left by the suspect, and the alibi is sufficient. Although only the Imperial City case and the Yangcheng case have been verified so far, judging from the techniques and experience, the murderer has the ability to grow and has the characteristics of a lone wolf. , it is unlikely that multiple people committed the crime.

If you really want to force yourself to rely on Qu Chuan, you can only cooperate partially.

"Did you see anything?" Chen Yi turned around.

Qin Fei and others hesitated, but finally decided to shake their heads.

Chen Yi: "Say what you have to say, and don't be afraid of saying it wrong."

Hearing this, Qin Fei then spoke: "Qu Chuan was dating a female fan in the hotel. During the chat, he also proudly mentioned the price of his works. This guy is lustful, sharp-minded and has a high eye. It is difficult to connect him with a famous painter or an artist." Not relevant."

Another police officer: "Maybe it's because he is rich in emotions that he can create the Seven Emotions series of oil paintings. He can't feel emotions even if he stays at home all day."

Qin Fei: "That's true."

Someone said: "Maybe... the murderer is helping him kill people?"

Qin Fei: "It's not impossible. You can check Quchuan's interpersonal relationships and bank statements to see if there are any thin bamboo poles or suspicious expenditures. What does Captain Chen think?"

Several people looked at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi agreed: "You are responsible for this matter. Also, send two smart police officers to watch Quchuan in shifts and keep it secret."

Qin Fei: "Yes!"

Chen Yi left alone, leaving the car with Qin Fei and the others, and walked on the noisy street.

"Skinny bamboo pole, who could he be?"

"I still feel a little strange about Qu Chuan. Something is not right. I can't explain it."

"Right now, we still have to wait for the results of Ning Cheng's investigation to see if the direction is correct. If it is correct, then Qu Chuan should be the key to this case. We need to find a breakthrough from him. Even if he is not the murderer, he or his paintings are connected."

Strolling on the road, Chen Yi thought and looked at the pedestrians coming and going. When he met a very thin man, he would subconsciously take a few more glances.

He was regarded as a "suspect" for no reason. The person involved would probably be very depressed when he found out. Is being thin also guilty?