It makes sense for the delivery boy to appear at the crime scene, right?

"Who the owes so much... I lose! "

Director Yu Qing was under a bridge hole, was stuffing the female corpse's stomach with internal organs, the original ten cartoons have been put together, the police reported the news through various channels, and expectedly, this matter will end here.

The cartoonist was still in the detention center waiting for the punishment of the law, and suddenly, a new cartoon appeared on the Internet.

The same style is still the scene of murder of women.

It's really endless.

In view of Yu Qing's rich experience, the police asked him to continue to arrange the fake murder scene, and Su He and Officer Hou came to the detention center.

Wang Bin, male, 29 years old, art major, after being forcibly expelled from school, he made a living by drawing on the Internet.

His paintings, dark, desperate, evil, except for a small group of fans, are full of abuse below.

Officer Hou put the eleventh cartoon in front of Wang Bin and said: "This is what you draw..." Wang Bin

glanced at it, under the heavy glasses, he showed a hint of pride, and said coldly: "Officer, I'm just a drawer, why should you embarrass me?"

"You have accomplices, who is he?" How many more of these paintings do you have? Don't you know that someone out there died because of the picture you painted? Officer Hou stared at Wang Bin deadly, five women died tragically because of his painting, but he still had an expression of indifference.

Wang Bin gently held up his glasses and grinned: "Officer, in this world, some people are destined to live in dark corners, secretly living like mice, they can't find the way to come, and they don't know where to go, I'm just helping them..."

"Tell me, is what you see the truth? Does the sun represent justice, but the night must be evil?

Wang Bin suddenly became very excited and roared loudly.

Then he slammed into the wall.

"Bang!" Wang Bin hit his head covered in blood, and the prison guards rushed over and pulled him down.

On the stretcher, Wang Bin was still very excited, struggling hard, and when he passed in front of Su He, Su He suddenly said: "Since you want to die so much, why didn't you die last time?"

Wang Bin quieted down, stared at Su He, licked the blood on his lips, then closed his eyes, and a tear fell.

Walking out of the detention center, Officer Hou couldn't help but ask, "Su He, what do you mean by that sentence just now?" Why do you say that, Wang Bin cries?

Su He explained while walking to the car: "Wang Bin's arm is full of tattoos, but he can't cover the scars left by suicide, he wants to die but doesn't die, what happened?"

Officer Hou nodded, and then said, "You still haven't said why he is crying?

"How do I know, anyway, it's not sand in the eyes..."

Su He walked into the main driver's seat but was grabbed by Officer Hou, and scolded: "I don't have a driver's license, you are still addicted... Where to go now?

Su He sat honestly in the passenger seat and said, "Wang Bin's home!" "

Expert identification, the eleventh cartoon and the first ten cartoons are from the same person, Wang Bin is locked up in the detention center, who took it out?

In a dilapidated residential building, Mr. Wang's house, originally a utility room, is now empty, except for graffiti on the walls.

"I told you all, the things were emptied by us, and all of them were placed in the police station, and the wall was almost not demolished..." Officer

Hou followed Su He into the house where Wang Bin lived before, looked at the dark style paintings all over the wall, and said: "The house is rented, less than a year, the paintings on the wall, there are also photos in the police station, Su He, you want to find clues from here, I advise you not to waste your efforts... At this time, it is better to track down where the eleventh comic came from..." Su

He took out his mobile phone, found eleven comics, compared the graffiti on the wall, and suddenly, he smiled.

"Comics, not drawn by Wang Bin... You see here, the color should be brighter, it should be drawn recently, pay attention to the edge, Wang Bin has committed suicide, cut his wrists, resulting in his unstable grip of the pen, the drawn painting, there are great fluctuations at the edges, because it does not affect the beauty, it is easy to be overlooked..."

"What we caught was just an imposter cartoonist..." Officer

Hou compared the comic with the graffiti on the wall, turned his head and asked: "According to your inference, the cartoonist has another person, but Kunyang is so big, There are so many people who can draw, where do we start?

"Also, if the comics were not drawn by Wang Bin, why didn't he just say it and take this charge on him?"

Comics are all uploaded from the Internet, and it is difficult to target them.

Before, because Wang Bin's style was too special, people in the industry could see it at a glance.

Nowadays, some people imitate Wang Bin's style painting, and trying to find this imitator is like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Wang Bin gave us a hint, do you remember what he said: What you see is the truth? Does the sun represent justice, but the night must be evil? Su He did not continue to sell Guanzi, adding: "Take Wang Bin's words, on the other hand, close to the answer."

Officer Hou wondered, "What I see is not the truth?" Sunshine represents evil, night represents justice?

Su He smiled and said, "Wang Bin's first sentence, what you see is the truth?" When he says this, he tells us that we have not yet found the truth, and as for what the truth is, it is not the truth we have now.

"Does the sun represent justice, and the night must be evil?" If my previous hypothesis is true, the comics are from other people's hands, the dark night here should refer to Wang Bin himself, the comics were not drawn by him, the police misunderstood him, he used this way to express his inner dissatisfaction..."

If Wang Bin, who is hiding in the utility room, represents the night, then this sunlight may hang in front of our eyes..."

"Wang Bin will not hesitate to go to prison, but also protect this sunshine!"

"Who is Sunshine?" Officer Hou asked.

Su He was stunned, looked at Officer Hou, and replied, "How do I know that investigating social relations is a matter for your police."

Officer Hou smiled awkwardly, he subconsciously regarded Su He as a criminal policeman, and only then did he react, Su He was just a delivery man who could act.

If you can find a real cartoonist, it will all be over.

He Hou returned to the police station, looked at Wang Bin's file, both parents died, relatives no longer interacted, never went to work, relying on online painting to take orders to survive.

From the perspective of Wang Bin's social relations, these people do not have the talent of painting, eleven comics, regardless of the concept and layout, are very ingenious, but also imitate Wang Bin's style, to achieve the effect of fake reality, this person's painting level is extremely high!

Su He stared at the file, education column, high school, but before Officer Hou spoke, Wang Bin had studied in college, but he was forcibly expelled from school halfway.

Su He raised his head to look at Officer Hou and said, "Next stop, Kunyang Academy of Fine Arts!" "