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

The celebrity effect in niche fields cannot be ignored, and there are many people chasing stars. When they learned about Quchuan's location and the fifth oil painting in the Seven Emotions series came out, the hotel was already surrounded by people.

When the four people from Qinhe arrived nearby in a police car, they were blocked on the road a few hundred meters away. There were traffic police in front of them maintaining traffic order, but the effect was not very obvious.

When the number of vehicles reaches a certain level, the traffic police, no matter how experienced they are, cannot change the situation. They can only try their best to divert traffic and wait for the storm to end.

The car couldn't drive through, so everyone except the driver got out of the car and chose to walk to the door of the hotel.

The first ones are always reporters. Since Qu Chuan chose to announce the location of the self-destruction of the painting, he will definitely not stay in the room. He is now standing at the door to be interviewed by reporters. The hotel has sent extra personnel to prevent fans from approaching.

"Stop going forward, go back!"

The public impression of the security guard is that he is a low-level person. It is rare for him to hold a chicken feather as an arrow. He has straightened his back a lot and angrily scolded Qin He and others to stay back.

In Yangcheng, there is almost nothing that Chen Yi can't solve in the political and business circles, especially in the business world. He took a step forward and was about to do something when he was stopped by Qin He.

"Don't worry, wait until Qu Chuan finishes the interview."

Qin He is relatively more stable and will not be affected by factors outside the case, let alone conflict with the masses.

The interview lasted for more than half an hour. As Chen Yi listened to Qu Chuan's answers to the reporter's questions, the content felt inexplicably familiar. He stared at Qu Chuan, whose face was glowing red, thoughtfully, and seemed to have understood his previous doubts.

"Okay, everyone, please come back. We will notify you of the follow-up event arrangements. Teacher Qu will stay in Yangcheng for a while, and everyone will have the opportunity to get autographs."

The assistant began to finish the work, and Qu Chuan stopped caring. He turned around and entered the hotel gracefully, leaving behind a back that was full of merit and fame.

That fat physique is somewhat comical.

Seeing this, Qin He and others no longer delayed, took out their IDs to identify themselves and gave chase.

Qu Chuan came to the door of the room and was about to enter when Chen Yi's voice came: "Mr. Qu, we meet again."

Hearing the sound, Quchuan turned around and saw a group of people striding towards him.

There were no people in police uniforms, but since Chen Yi was there they must all be police officers.

"Captain Chen?" Qu Chuan wondered, "What's the matter? Come and see my paintings? I'm sorry, this is the confidentiality stage."

Chen Yi chuckled: "You've already posted on Weibo, why should you keep it secret? It's a routine investigation, let's go in and talk about it."

Qu Chuan could not refuse and could only bring everyone into the room.

Chen Yi kept walking and came to the door of the studio and found that the door was locked.

"Open." Chen Yi turned around.

Qu Chuan frowned: "Didn't I tell you that the original painting is in the confidentiality stage and no one can see it."

Chen Yi's tone increased: "Open it! Otherwise, I will do it myself."

Qu Chuan: "I really can't drive it, I..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, with a loud noise, Chen Yi kicked the door open and strode in.

Xie Yunzhi and Ding Qingyang looked at each other, and then looked at Qu Chuan at the same time.

Qu Chuan was stunned for two seconds and said angrily: "Barbaric!! It's too barbaric! I, I...I will complain. I will definitely complain to you this time, Chen!"

When everyone entered the room, Chen Yizheng stood there and looked at the painting in front of him. It was consistent with the photos on the Internet, so it should be the original painting.

Compared with photos, the visual impact of the original painting is stronger, and the texture of the paint appears very three-dimensional.

"You...what on earth are you going to do!"

Qu Chuan pushed a few people away and glared at Chen Yi angrily expressing his dissatisfaction. It was obvious that he was very angry.

Chen Yi ignored him, brought a new drawing board and canvas nearby, and covered the original painting.

"You, draw a new one now, make it exactly the same."

"???" Qu Chuan was stunned by this request, "What the hell? Draw a new picture? There's something wrong with you!"

Qin He and others watched quietly without interrupting. They knew that Chen Yi was trying to determine whether Qu Chuan was the original author.

If not, then the direction of the investigation is very clear and the murderer will be getting closer.

Chen Yi stared at him: "Qu Chuan, I won't talk nonsense to you. Now, on behalf of the Yangcheng Criminal Investigation Detachment, I order you to immediately draw an identical picture of [Love] with multiple lives. I don't need to remind you of the seriousness of the matter."

"If you don't draw, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, he took out the handcuffs, and the sound of metal collision made Quchuan's face change slightly: "I... what does my painting have to do with the murder??"

Chen Yi: "Do you want to paint or not?"

Qu Chuan raised his fat hand and grabbed a handful of hair, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, can't I draw? I'm so convinced! You Yangcheng are so awesome, you'll never come here again!"

Chen Yi ignored Qu Chuan's disguised threat. Public figures have a certain degree of discourse on the Internet, but now is not the time to think about that. The deaths of the five people he has determined are definitely related to the Seven Emotions series oil paintings, and Qu Chuan is the key investigation target.

Qu Chuan sat down, picked up a pen and started creating.

Behind him, several people watched silently.

The main tools for creating oil paintings are brushes and drawing knives. The brush is responsible for the whole and the drawing knife is responsible for the parts.

A painting knife is a scraper, and now the task force has suspected that the murderer's tool was a special oil painting scraper.

Qu Chuan is very skilled in his movements, holding a scraper in his hand to constantly modify the shape of the paint.

Scraping, pulling, pressing, shaping... Chen Yi has improved his knowledge of oil painting and can now understand it.

Scraping is to use a scraper to remove undesirable parts of the picture, or to weaken overly strong color relationships to loosen the relationship between the pictures.

When the oil paint is still wet, lightly scratch the painting with a scraper to create natural textures, such as the fiber arrangement of cloth or skin. This is the basic skill of an oil painter, and the effects vary depending on the level of ability.

Pulling means using different parts of the scraper to pull to varying degrees as needed, which can produce a delicate or rough visual effect.

Pressing is to press the parts of the picture that need to be pressed in combination with paint, which can quickly show the desired texture effect.

And shaping.

Use a scraper to shape the shape and details of objects, such as object shape, texture, brush strokes, etc.

In the past few days, Chen Yi has watched the master's live paintings several times, and he is now learning and selling. He can confirm that Qu Chuan indeed has a real professional level. Seeing is believing, and it is not fake.

In less than an hour, the painting was completed.

Qu Chuan threw away his brush and knife, still angry: "Is that enough??"

Chen Yi stepped forward and removed the blocking of the original paintings to compare them. They were basically the same, but there were subtle differences.

Qin He discovered this and asked, "Why are some places different?"

Qu Chuan stood up, his eyes filled with disdain: "Do you outsiders understand? What is the pinnacle of art? What cannot be copied is called the pinnacle of art! Even I cannot paint two identical paintings. Those Isn’t it the same for singers? They can only complete extremely difficult songs perfectly once or twice.”

Qin He couldn't refute, what the other party said made sense.

Was your judgment wrong? Is Qu Chuan the author of the original painting?

How can we explain the coincidence of the characteristics of the deceased and why they are so closely related to the Seven Emotions series of oil paintings?

He looked at Chen Yi, his eyes saying: Is it wrong?

Chen Yi also winked, meaning to take it back and ask first.

"Mr. Qu, please follow us back to the city bureau for investigation. Thank you for your cooperation." Qin He said.

Qu Chuan was stunned for a moment, then angrily pointed at Chen Yi: "I repainted a painting according to what he said, which is a big taboo for painters! Now you want to take me away again? Isn't it too much!"

Qin He's attitude was polite: "I'm just cooperating with the investigation. Don't worry, Mr. Qu. I hope you understand."

After negotiating for a long time, Qu Chuan had no choice but to agree to visit the city bureau.

"Captain Qin." Chen Yi stopped Qin He before leaving, "You go back and ask first, I'll stay and check."

Qin He: "Do you still doubt that Qu Chuan is not the original author?"

Chen Yi: “If you have any questions, check them out.”

Qin He hesitated slightly and said: "Actually, what Qu Chuan just said makes sense. Creation is a subjective act. It is impossible to paint another painting exactly the same. Qu Chuan's technique just now does look very professional, and it doesn't look fake."

Chen Yi: "He is indeed very professional, but it is precisely because he is very professional that he can copy perfectly. Check it out. If this possibility is completely ruled out, you can only change the direction. Don't let Qu Chuan leave during this period." City Bureau.”

Qin He nodded: "Okay, let's go first."

After everyone left, Qin Fei called the two police officers responsible for monitoring Quchuan, and Qin Fei also arrived.

"Team Chen, Qu Chuan has definitely not left the hotel in the past two days, we can guarantee that."

Chen Yi: "I believe this. Has anyone given him anything in the hotel?"

Police officer: "No."

Chen Yi: "Has anyone come to see him?"

Police officer: "That's true. Quchuan's assistant, hotel staff, and outsiders came in and out of Quchuan's room. There were about a dozen people who came to visit him. The exact time was recorded."

Chen Yi: "Let's go check the surveillance."

In the hotel monitoring room, Chen Yi called up the corridor monitoring. From this angle, he could clearly see the door of Quchuan's room.

With accurate visit records, there is no need to copy them back and read them slowly.

With a subjective and skeptical mind, he needs to pay attention to several points.

First, is it possible to carry an oil painting canvas with you?

Second, is there anyone who is about 1.82 meters tall and weighs about 120 pounds?

Third, the length of stay in the room does not rule out the possibility of painting directly on site.

If the transfer is considered, all members need to investigate carefully, but Chen Yi believes that the transfer is unlikely and the risk cannot be controlled.

Based on the principle of proximity, I met the hotel staff first. There were three of the dozen or so people. All three of them were wearing work clothes and masks, and one of them was a cleaning lady.

The cleaning lady is a woman, and her height is obviously less than 1.8 meters. The other two men are about 1.8 meters tall, but their body shapes are relatively normal.

"Qin Fei, go find the hotel manager and gather these three people somewhere. If you get off work, call him back." Chen Yi said.

Qin Fei: "Yes."

Half an hour later, the manager in a suit politely brought Chen Yi to the office, where a man and a woman were already waiting.

"Where is the other one?" Chen Yi asked.

The manager said: "We are looking for him. There are many hotel staff, and they all wear masks when delivering food to the door. It will take time to find out who it is. Don't worry, we will have the result soon."

Chen Yi nodded slightly and began to understand the situation of the two people's visit.

The reason is very simple, it is nothing more than cleaning or food delivery.

Qu Chuan has never left the hotel in the past few days. The solution for food is not takeout, but food delivery from the hotel. The service of the five-star hotel is still very considerate. Even if you want to eat imported food, it can be flown over to you, provided that it can be Affordable.

After a few simple questions, Chen Yi asked the two to leave. It was just a normal visit and investigation, and he would not verify their mobile phones and property income for the time being.

Time passed little by little, but the third person still hadn't arrived.

Chen Yi looked at the manager. The manager was a little embarrassed and quickly took out his mobile phone to urge him.

"Hello? Why haven't you come here yet? The one who went to the suite to deliver the meal would have known it as soon as I asked. It's so stained?"

"What? You say you don't know? Bullshit! Could it be that it was sent by ghosts? If you ask me more carefully, this is the leader of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau..."

At the end of the sentence, the manager's voice softened.

Chen Yi heard the previous words. He realized a possibility and turned around and said: "Ask Lu Yongqiang to bring someone here immediately, hurry up!"

Qin Fei: "Yes!"

On the other side, after receiving the order, Lu Yongqiang set off quickly and led the technical investigation to the hotel where Qu Chuan was staying. Under Chen Yi's instructions, he conducted a comprehensive survey of the room.

So far, the third hotel staff member has not been found.

Chen Yi began to suspect that the other party was pretending to be an outsider, and further deduced that the purpose might be to send paintings.

Sending paintings—original author—ghostwriter—murderer?

Did he come into close contact with the murderer this time?

While Lu Yongqiang was working, Chen Yi went to the monitoring room again and repeatedly checked the scene where the third person appeared.

The body shape is not consistent, but the height is basically consistent. There is a certain error in judging the height from the footprints.

He carefully checked frame by frame and kept zooming in. Finally, he found that the man's coat was abnormally bloated. This was not his true body shape. There was something inside. When the other person left, the bloat disappeared and the clothes seemed to become wider. A lot.

"The neck is very thin, right?" The scene froze and Chen Yi gave a close-up.

Qin Fei took a closer look, nodded and said, "Yes, it's relatively thin, and you can see the clear cervical vertebrae."

Chen Yi's heartbeat showed signs of accelerating. He left the monitoring room and came to Qu Chuan's room, where Lu Yongqiang and others were working.

"Are there any footprints of the suspect?"

Lu Yongqiang: "I found it. I have it. I have taken pictures and saved it."

The new inference was confirmed, Chen Yi asked Lu Yongqiang to continue the investigation, and asked Qin Fei to inform Jiang Xiaoxin to thoroughly investigate the surveillance inside and outside the hotel, while he quickly returned to the city bureau.

It was late at night, and Qu Chuan was still yawning sleepily while being questioned. Qin He was doing this in person, while Xie Yunzhi and Ding Qingyang were watching.

Arriving at the interrogation room, Chen Yi walked up to Qin He and whispered something. The content made Qin He's face suddenly become serious, and he looked at Qu Chuan with a cold look in his eyes.

The direction of investigation is basically clear.

Qu Chuan was confused: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Qin He said in a deep voice: "Qu Chuan! Who entered your room at 7:50 last night??"

"Huh?" Qu Chuan was slightly startled, and after a brief recollection, he said, "It was the hotel staff who sent the meal to the wrong room."

His reaction was natural, his recollection was natural, and his answers were natural, but Chen Yi already understood at this moment that this Qu Chuan was by no means as simple as he seemed on the surface.

During the several meetings, the other party's acting content was as high as 90%, and the scenes were prepared in advance and maybe rehearsed in advance.

He may not be very smart, but the person behind him is extremely smart.

"Qu Chuan, harboring is a crime, think about it clearly!" There is a possibility of touching the murderer at close range. Qin He's tone became colder. Five lives were lost in this case!

Qu Chuan spread his hands and said blankly: "What cover-up, what are you thinking about? You are not doubting me, are you? Didn't you say interrogation? Why is it an interrogation? In this case, I will ask a lawyer to come over. This is my right."