Roaming in the world of film and television

Going back to the room to pick up the phone, a hoarse voice came from over there.

It's Captain Xing from the Municipal Bureau. He's calling here to tell the HK police the test results -- Ruan Wen's hair sample and the hair sample collected by Chiang Rai Resort Hotel belong to different individuals.

Lin Yue put his heart into his stomach for three days. Regarding the movie "Wu Shuang", some viewers speculated that Ruan Van was the painter. The argument came from the painting on the last drawing board of the film. The painting turned bright red, which is somewhat related to the scene where Li Wen prepared the color-changing ink.

Lin Yue doesn't think so. The audience will think that they don't know much about impression painting. The purpose of Impressionist painters' paintings is to use a lot of color, light and shadow changes and collisions to achieve the effect of catching the audience's attention in a short time. On the basis of their predecessors, Impressionist painters put more emphasis on the expression of subjective emotions, cognition, and thoughts, and did not necessarily have to follow the line of realism.

At the end of the film, "red in front of the green painting" is just a projection of Nguyen Van's inner feelings. Because of this, Nguyen Van is equated with the painter, and the reason is too far-fetched. The results of a DNA test based on a hair sample further reduced the possibility that Nguyen Van was a painter.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yue put on his coat and left the room. When he walked to the elevator, the car just opened, and there was Miss Ruan with a canvas bag on his shoulder.

"What did you do?"

Ruan Wen asked back, "Are you looking for me?"

Lin Yue nodded. He was really worried about her since there were no mobile phones in this day and age.

"Just now the assistant came over to deliver the air tickets, and took away some of the paintings I put in the guest room. After finishing the work, I had breakfast with her and chatted about work." She said as she walked.

"Aren't you afraid that the 'painter' will harm you?" He followed Ruan Wen into room 3302.

The clothes hanger was empty, and the drafts and letters on the coffee table were gone. There was a 24-inch black trolley case near the door. It seemed that she packed away her personal belongings last night.

Ruan Wen poured some boiling water into the teacup and handed it to Lin Yue: "I think the law and order in the mainland is much better than that in HK, and 'painters' should not dare to do anything here."

Lin Yue took a sip of water: "Anyway, there is nothing wrong with being careful. Don't do this kind of thing again when you arrive in Vancouver."

"Okay, I will ask you for instructions on where to go in the future, Officer Lin."

"Speak as if you were my prisoner."

Holding the blue and white porcelain cup, she smiled and said, "Isn't it?"

"Since this is the case, then should I find a handcuff to cuff you to my wrist, ten 'painters' will not try to snatch you away from me."

She didn't speak, but looked down at the green leaves floating in the teacup.

Lin Yue glanced at the scale of his watch: "Let's go, the airport is in Chengyang District, and there will be a lot of delay on the way."

Ruan Wen put down his teacup, picked up his sunglasses and put them on, and followed him outside.

...

The plane took nearly 20 hours from Qindao to HK, and then transferred to Vancouver. Fortunately, Ruan Wen contacted the HK office in advance and booked two business class tickets for him. The journey was not very tiring. Economy class is much better.

It was close to noon in Vancouver when the two landed. Lin Yue found a phone booth to call the headquarters, and took Ruan Wen to check into a nearby hotel.

He is in good health, in good spirits, and does not need jet lag. Ruan Wen is not good, and he slept for five or six hours to get rid of his exhaustion. In the evening, he ate some poutine that Lin Yue bought when he came back from the city police station to ask for help. French fries, and insisted that he drive to the location of the studio.

Lin Yue refused to listen to her persuasion, and had no choice but to drive to the outskirts of the city as she wanted.

According to Ruan Wen, she lived in this city for nearly ten years until she met Luo Wen. She just moved out of Vancouver in 1995 and went to Hong Kong after living in Paris, France for nearly a year.

She didn't say anything about the rest, and Lin Yue didn't ask either.

When we arrived at the destination, the sun had not yet set, and the ambiguous light shone on the dilapidated tiles and deserted railway tracks.

This place is far away from the urban area, and you can see dilapidated buildings and deserted streets. The air smells of smoke and rust. When the wind blows, it will lift the clothes to dry on the balconies of nearby people, and they will fly and twist in the light and shadow outlined by the corners of the buildings.

Ruan Wen walked into the overgrown alleyway, stood in front of an iron gate, and looked up at the dusty metal lampshade, which was empty without a light bulb.

She took out a bunch of keys from the canvas bag, unlocked the door, and gently pulled the handle.

Squeak.

The door of the room, which had been dusty for many days, opened, and in front of it was a wooden staircase, covered with dust like a metal lampshade.

Da da da.

The high-heeled shoes lightly tap the board, shaking up fine dust.

Ruan Wen walked very slowly, ten short steps seemed as long as ten years of life.

The second floor is her home in Vancouver. The front is the studio and living room, and the back is the bedroom.

Stretching her slender fingers into the sunlight, she pushed open the wooden door.

It so happened that a train passed by the rear track, and the rattling noise masked the sound of the door shaft rubbing.

"The first year I moved here, every night I would be woken up by the noise of the train passing by, and sometimes I would go crazy enough to stuff unused paintbrushes into my ears, thinking that this would make me sleep more peacefully. By the third Years later, I was used to the sound of trains passing by on the rails, and even the slight vibration of the floor was as common as the sun rising and setting. Many years later, when I arrived in Paris and HK, I would not be able to sleep because the surroundings were too quiet.”

Lin Yue withdrew his gaze from the wooden door on the first floor, and walked quickly into the living room.

The room had a stale smell from wooden furniture.

There are many letters on the table near the door, some from the tax department, some from the bank department, and self-recommendation letters from art dealers.

There are drawing boards and easels against the wall, a row of brushes on the opposite side, and brushes and some small tools in the alley next to it.

Lin Yue took a look at the three-seat sofa whose paint was peeling off badly.

"How is it? How does it feel to come back here after 3 years."

"It seems like a lifetime away."

"It seems like a lifetime away?"

She nodded slightly.

Lin Yue picked up a portrait of a person he did not know when he drew it: "Who is this person?"

"Back in the 1990s, the old man selling coffee and hot dogs at the alley, since he was robbed of all his change by a group of bad boys one morning, he never came here again. Three years later, I found that I couldn't remember how long he was. What is it like, writing and drawing are always dissatisfied."

"Tell me about you and Luo Wen."

Lin Yue pulled a chair and sat down opposite the coffee table.

Ruan Wen stroked the dry and cracked rubber of the sofa with his hands, lowered his head and said, "We met at an art exhibition. He saw me standing in front of a painting called 'Nirvana' for a long time, so he came over to say hello to me. He said it was his favorite painting in the entire exhibition hall, and then he said that I smelled of paint on my body, and asked me what I did, and I said I was a paint dealer, and he said it was just right, he needed two trucks of goods, and asked Do I have time to send him there?"

She smiled and looked up, with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"It doesn't matter."

She shook her loose hair: "It's all over."

The sun shines through the bars and kisses her face.

Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses: "The first floor is Li Wen's residence?"

Ruan Wen nodded: "There is also a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s."

"That should be Wu Xin, an old man from the 'Painters' group." He got up and walked outside: "I'll go down and have a look."

Ruan Wen hesitated for a moment, walked to the platform at the door and looked at the first floor, just in time to see Lin Yue kicking the door.

There was only a "bang", the dust was scattered, and the door was locked twice.

"you……"

She wanted to ask Lin Yue if he had a search warrant, but she swallowed the words at the last moment.

Lin Yue glanced at her across the stairs, then got into the shadow of the door frame, Ruan Wen shook his head and walked back to the studio.

The room was empty.

There is no furniture, no equipment, no paper, pen and ink, and even the daily necessities are cleaned up, except for some dried bat and mouse droppings in the corners.

It appears that "The Painter" emptied the house before leaving Canada.

Lin Yue searched around to no avail. From the stairs at the back to the balcony on the third floor, the first thing he saw were two skylights, which were designed to increase the lighting of the studio.

The door was locked from the inside, Lin Yue gently opened the latch and walked outside.

Woo~

A whistle sounded behind him.

From far to near, the train draws an arc on the railway track on the other side of the house and heads southeast.

Lin Yue watched the carriages go away until the last carriage disappeared into the horizon, then turned and walked towards the stairs. When he passed the skylight on the east side, he suddenly noticed something stuck in the corner of the gold-shaped skylight.

He squatted down and stretched his hands into the middle of the skylight until he was almost lying on the ground before taking out the thing from the gap in the iron frame.