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

My name is Yu Sheng.

My dream is to become a world-famous theoretical doctor, study physics, pursue mathematics, and explore all unknowns.

I knew I could be successful because I felt like everyone around me was stupider than me. Later the teacher told me it was because I was too smart.

But I was wrong, ridiculously wrong.

It's now the sixth one.

…

The sun shines through the cracks in the shabby curtains into my narrow and messy studio.

I sat quietly in front of the old easel, and the brush and scraper in my hand slowly moved across the canvas. The inferior oil paint dye was a bit pungent, but I seemed to be working on it seriously without any distractions, sketching out one scene after another that confused me. .

Next to me is my father, Yu Zuoqing.

My mother has passed away, she died when I was very young, and I miss her very much.

I don’t like to create, and I don’t love oil painting. This “persistence” for oil painting is like a blazing flame, burning me in my heart, making me live in torment every day.

My father changed. He changed after his mother died. He became nervous, crazy, and painted twenty-four hours a day.

I couldn't eat enough every day, I was hungry every day, I told my father that I was hungry, but my father ignored me.

I'm too skinny and must be hungry.

It doesn't matter, I can eat less. Food and clothing are low-level needs, and I enjoy higher-level needs.

Suddenly one day, everything changed. My father stood in front of me like a wild beast and asked me to learn oil painting and make it a lifelong career.

I wonder, why should I learn oil painting? Everyone has the right to choose the path they want to take, and I know very well that my path is definitely not oil painting.

If I were asked to research more advanced and perfect oil painting materials, I would consider it.

draw?

That's not what I do.

My father was very tough. No matter what I said, he turned a deaf ear and forced the brush into my hand.

I refused and he beat me.

I cried.

I miss my mother. When she was still alive, she always told me that she would support me no matter what I did. As long as she didn’t break the law or commit any crime, or do anything that hurt others, she would do anything.

My father's attitude was obviously the same as my mother's, so why did she insist on letting me learn oil painting after her death.

I don't understand.

I am very confident in my IQ, to the point of being arrogant, but no matter how high my IQ is, I still can't understand my father's behavior.

He said this was his dream, which made me even more confused, my head full of questions.

"Follow your dreams yourself. Why do you have to force it on me? You can draw it yourself! I won't learn!"

When I finally said those words, my father did something that sent chills down my spine: He chopped off his own fingers.

"See?! I have no fingers! I can't draw anymore! I can't draw by myself, I have to draw by you!"

My mind goes blank.

I was so scared that I almost peed.

I compromised.

I dare not disobey my father again.

I was afraid that the next thing he would chop off would be my fingers.

If he dares to chop off his own, he dares to chop off mine.

I started to learn oil painting. Oil painting was too easy for me. I mastered the basic skills in a few days and reached the highest level of my father in a few months.

But skills are just tools.

Just like the multiplication table is just a tool for mathematics, knowing the multiplication table does not mean you understand mathematics.

Real oil painting creation requires inspiration, elements, and touching content.

My father expected me to complete great works. He said this was his dream and my mother's dream.

I still wonder, isn’t my mother’s dream for me to do what I like? How has it changed?

Which of you two is telling the truth and who is telling the lie?

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply didn't think about it. I started thinking seriously about the creation of oil paintings.

The world has changed for me. I know that it is not the world that has changed, but me that has changed.

One day I realized that the most real brushstrokes in life are emotions. They paint our inner world and make our lives rich and colorful. If we can use oil paintings to present them, it will definitely shock the country and the world.

"Dad, do you know what seven emotions are?"

My father was surprised and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't think about messing around, just keep painting."

I smiled: "Dad, there are seven emotions: joy is like the warm sunshine of spring, when all things grow, anger is like the strong wind of summer, the fire in the chest, sadness is like the setting leaves of autumn, which is indescribable, fear is like ghosts in the dark night, lurking and uncertain, love is like winter. A warm stove warms people's hearts. Evil is like poisonous snakes and beasts, which cannot be avoided. Desire is like the huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing up everything. Do you understand?"

My father didn’t understand: “What are you writing about? Seriously draw!”

Me: "What I'm talking about is painting. Dad, don't you expect me to create great works? I've realized that I'm going to create, paint and weave with emotion, give life to it, and feel it slowly with my heart."

The father was at a loss.

Me: "I'm going to kill people and take away lives and emotions. Is this a genius idea? Life disappears from the world, and paintings bear witness to it."

Father: "You're crazy!"

Me: "I'm going."

I was not joking with my father. After my father discovered this, he changed again. He suddenly asked me not to paint.

"Son, calm down, we won't draw anymore, we won't draw anymore..."

I'm very surprised. Didn't you ask me to draw it? Didn’t you ask me to create great works? Didn't you chop off your own fingers and force me to pick up the brush scraper?

Yes, a scraper.

Use the scraper to snatch away life and emotions, and use the scraper to create new colors.

I'm so smart.

"No! Haha! I want to draw! I like to draw! I will definitely be able to do it, and the Seven Emotions series will definitely shock the world! Dad, just wait! Just wait for me for ten years!"

I am leaving.

I never saw my father again.

This is the sixth picture. I really want to see my father. It’s coming soon. It will be soon.

When I finished the seventh painting, I wanted to say to my father... I succeeded, I have done what you wanted to do, are you proud of me?

…

My name is Qu Chuan.

My dream is to become a rich man, and if I can make a name for myself, that would be the icing on the cake.

A very pure dream, a very real dream. I am proud of my dream. If someone says they don’t care about money, they are definitely pretending.

But I was wrong, horribly wrong.

Yu Sheng is a madman, and I shouldn't cooperate with a madman.

I became the sixth painting and could no longer see the seventh one.

…

My father is a painter, so I have been exposed to painting since I was a child, but I look down on painting. People who paint are poor people, but my father does have a little money.

I have been in love since elementary school. The meaning of life is money and women. I am very vulgar, but who can be unconventional.

One day Yu Sheng came to see me. I knew him. His family was very poor. His father was living in poverty and was being supported by his wife. I looked down on him.

But he is very smart, and I can't compare to him in any aspect. I am jealous of him.

He said he had painted a painting to be published in my name, which I found strange.

He promised that he would definitely make money if he became famous, and I agreed.

Unexpectedly, once the first painting in the Seven Emotions series was released, the painting world was shocked, my father was excited, and the media interviewed me.

Then came the second, third, fourth, and fifth pictures.

My net worth has already exceeded tens of millions, and I began to worry that Yu Sheng would take it all away. However, Yu Sheng is like a saint, seeking neither fame nor fortune. He doesn’t take any money I give him, as long as he only needs a few thousand yuan a month for basic living expenses. .

"Avoid the rules when picking up old banknotes with non-consecutive numbers in change. Leave them in the agreed location. Don't contact me if you have nothing to do. I don't know you."

Yu Sheng doesn't want to have any contact with me, and he doesn't want anyone to know about our relationship. I don't know what he is thinking, but I am happy to see it work out. This is the best.

Later, when I arrived in Yangcheng, Yu Sheng should have followed me, but I didn't know where he was.

He is elusive and very evil.

The police came to the door. I'm not stupid. Since there must be a reason behind me, Yu Sheng said that the Seven Emotions series oil paintings are created with life. I suspect he committed murder.

But I don’t care, it’s not me who killed him, just leave me two paintings.

Yu Sheng said he would give it to me soon so that I could get away from the police.

When he took out the oil painting scraper and stabbed it into my throat, I realized for the first time that a soft scraper could be so sharp.

Yu Sheng is a madman, and I really shouldn't cooperate with a madman.

He said I was the sixth painting and had already given it to me.

I saw that painting, a work of genius. I admit that Yu Sheng is a genius, but I cannot compare with him.

Okay, it was worth it. At least I enjoyed eight years of drunken life, the stunning beauty in the world that ordinary people cannot enjoy, the crazy pursuit of fans, and the wanton carnival of life.

What is the seventh painting? Who else is he going to kill, why is the order reversed, and why does Yu Sheng allow flaws in the Qiqing series.

There is no answer. In the last scene, I saw Yu Sheng’s emotionless eyes.

I am leaving.

Goodbye, colorful world.

…

"Everyone in the detachment will stop what they are doing and search the entire city for Yu Sheng's location!" Geng Jianqing issued an order in the task force office, "The surveillance will be fully covered. No cell phone, ID card, bank card, or rental information will be missed." .”

When did Xin Xin join the hunt for the suspect, he used his own advantages and relied on surveillance to start looking for Yu Sheng's traces in Quanyang City.

Face recognition, feature recognition, and the communications department are all in full swing, and network supervisors have also been transferred.

"Inform the police, traffic police, and special police to set up road checks and arrest Yu Sheng on the spot as soon as they discover his whereabouts. If he encounters violent resistance to arrest, he can shoot directly. The suspect killed six people and is extremely dangerous. Everyone should pay attention to their safety and never give him anything. A chance to take hostages!”

"Qin He, notify Ding Qingyang to find Yu Zuoqing, Yu Sheng's father, to find out if he knows where his son is and whether the two have been in contact."

One order after another sounded in Geng Jianqing's mouth.

Qin He: "Yes."

He picked up his cell phone and called Ding Qingyang.

Chen Yi was still looking at the photos on the big screen. Looking at each other in different time and space made his eyes sharper, like a calm cold pool starting to have turbulent waves.

The whole city is under martial law. The suspect must be in a hurry to complete the seventh painting. Where will he be?

Pick a random place?

No, there must be a reason.

Under the premise of ensuring safety, he needs to find a place that he thinks is perfect to bring an end to the Seven Emotions series.