I, the outlaw, was caught again

Chapter 166: The murderer Fang Hua is found! Ma Liang's painting studio! [Two chapters in one!]

As the saying goes, the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility. The so-called ability is not just talent, but thinking and means.

What ordinary people say is a bit vulgar, but we can understand the meaning better, which is "the head follows the butt."

"Old people who have worked in the fields all their lives have their minds confined to the land beneath their feet. They care about the rain and the sun, and they don't think from any other perspectives."

"And people who hold high positions and direct the business world don't care about a piece of land."

"Similarly, any profession has its own perspective on society, and this is especially true for art students!"

That afternoon, a group of police officers divided into two teams surrounded two major exhibition halls in Ningguang City.

There was no cordon, but the mere presence of the police was enough to create a certain amount of oppression.

"From the perspective of good people, society is benign, but from the perspective of extreme people, society is a monster that eats people without blinking an eye."

Looking at the exhibition in front of him, Xu Sheng murmured.

When an artist's mind is filled with extreme ideas, both the victim and the person executing justice will feel extremely uncomfortable.

There was an art student who failed the entrance exam. As he looked at the stressful society, his thinking became more extreme.

Later, a war started with him and swept across the world.

Putting his thoughts away, Xu Sheng's face became serious. He raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

"How much time in two years was Exhibition No. 1 and No. 2 rented out to hold art exhibitions!?"

The person in charge in front of him looked to be in his forties or fifties, with rather old facial features. Looking at the police officers around him, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"On average, it happens once or twice a month, and each session lasts anywhere from three to seven days."

"Twenty-seven large-scale art exhibitions were held in two years"

The person in charge smiled awkwardly.

Twenty-seven times
Xu Sheng's heart sank.

There are at least hundreds of paintings on display in each exhibition.
Some of them are available for a fee, and some are of decent quality. But no matter what, it is hard to find a murderer among hundreds of people.
It still depends on the 27th art exhibition that the list of personnel was not damaged and was preserved intact!
“Are there any painters whose actions stand out and are memorable?”

Li Sheng thought for a moment and asked with a frown.

The murderer's thinking is relatively extreme, and extreme thinking often causes emotional problems. Emotions then drive behavior, so it is normal for him to do something impressive.

The person in charge was speechless, thought for a moment, and said awkwardly:
"You'll have to ask the organizer of the exhibition."

Some art exhibitions are organized by painting associations, some are held by painting competitions, and some are organized by schools.

If you find these people
The difficulty of the work has increased significantly!
In an instant, Li Sheng felt a sense of uneasiness.

Xu Sheng wanted to ask something else, but the next moment, his eyes, which had been open as "Falcon Eyes", could not move away after scanning a place.

Without saying a word, Xu Sheng walked silently into the distance, then squatted down and looked at the traces on the ground.

这 是
dye?

Xu Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the mark on the ground that looked like a few drops of rain falling on the ground and then drying up.

“The clarity is different, there is a discontinuity.”

Xu Sheng murmured.

This means that someone has dropped paint on the ground in this place more than once, and not on the same day!
There are also a few wear spots on the side.

Xu Sheng moved away a little and constructed a 3D image in his mind, which showed what was placed at the wear points on the ground and the scene of the victims and the dye falling to the ground.

This place is about twenty meters away from the exhibition center, which is not far, but not close either.

"What happened? What did you find?"

After questioning the person in charge, Li Sheng looked at Xu Sheng's strange behavior and felt a little confused.

"The dye is wrong." Xu Sheng looked up and continued to observe.

"There have been art exhibitions held here, and there were dyes in the exhibitions. Isn't this normal?" Li Sheng frowned.

“There are dyes in art exhibitions, but art exhibitions are not studios. They are places to display finished works, not places for one’s own creation. Dyes, which can easily stain the venue, should not be there.”

Xu Sheng shook his head and paused before continuing:

“Also, the timing of the paint fading was wrong.”

"The most recent layer of dye was dripped last month, and the layer before that was about two months ago."

This is a regular dripping of paint, and the pattern.
In an instant, Li Sheng remembered the time of the exhibition that the person in charge had mentioned before!
"Is it an art exhibition? Every time there is an art exhibition, there are always people painting here?"

Li Sheng was stunned, and the next second, something suddenly popped into his mind.

Then, with a gloomy face, he called the person in charge who seemed to be feeling guilty in the distance.

"During the exhibition period, will anyone show up here?!"

"This is not the exhibition area. It is not under our jurisdiction."

The person in charge had a vague look in his eyes and was making excuses in a low voice.

"You..." Li Sheng was furious, but he took a deep breath and suppressed it, looking at the person in charge in front of him with a grim expression.

“Who was painting during the exhibition?”

Xu Sheng patted Li Sheng on the shoulder and looked at the person in charge with an indifferent expression.

"one."

The person in charge was a little hesitant, but when he noticed Li Sheng's gloomy expression, he quickly gave the answer.

"A teacher!"

"Teacher? What teacher!?"

Li Sheng hurriedly asked, "Explain it clearly!"

"There's just a tutor in the tutoring class. His name is Fang Hua. He seems to be 34 years old."

The person in charge said immediately, there was nothing he didn't remember.

But after he finished speaking, he quickly added:
“When I first became the person in charge a few years ago, the other party was already here.”

"I heard from old employees that when this guy was young, he booked the entire exhibition by himself, printed a bunch of invitations, and turned the exhibition into a private exhibition. As expected, he lost all his money. Those who received the invitations ignored him and few people came."

"I remember that this seemed to be all the money in his family. His parents saved up for him by living frugally. When they found out the news, they were so angry that they died."

Privately renting the entire exhibition?

Li Sheng's eyes jumped and he looked at the huge building in front of him.

This thing, not counting labor costs, the starting rent for the entire venue alone is 40,000.

Taking into account all the miscellaneous items, I estimate that even 70,000 would not be enough.

The average person doesn't make more than a thousand dollars a month these days.
"and after?"

Mr. Xu looked at the person in charge and asked.

Generally speaking, not many people go to art exhibitions to appreciate art. Instead, they go there to make connections or to promote business.

After all, there are a lot of things going on in your own company, and it’s of no benefit. Who cares what you draw?
"Then, that's what happened."

The person in charge wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with a wry smile:

"This guy hasn't given up yet, he's still painting here." "No one invited him to the exhibition, and he didn't pay. Every time he got wind of it, he would paint at the door."

"The security guards wanted to chase them away, but they came back. Besides, the people who came to watch were all high-ranking people, so we couldn't keep doing this. After all, our visual senses were not very good. In addition, they were far away from the exhibition area and were not within the exhibition area, so we just turned a blind eye."

“At every exhibition, he would hand out a business card to people and sell paintings outside at the same time.”

"Someone was kind enough to buy two paintings and give him some money to let him go home, but Fang Hua pestered him as if he had met a close friend. As time went by, no one liked him anymore."

After hearing these words, the policemen fell completely silent.

I lost all my money, didn't sell a single painting, and didn't even have time to work. I even had no emotional intelligence and offended the customer.
"business card?"

Li Sheng caught an important point.

"He still has a business card? Where is it? Let me see!"

The person in charge quickly lowered his head and searched his body, but found nothing.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered something and stopped a woman who was cleaning the inner field and asked her to search for something in the other party's trash can.

Finally, a smelly paper business card was found in a public trash can.

"Fang Hua, a famous painter born in 2004, graduated from Cantonese University, his representative work is "Me and Me"."

Looking at this cool-looking business card, everyone felt a little strange.

I can't even afford to eat, and I still do this.
"No, isn't Fang Hua a teacher? Why isn't there a teacher's identity listed here?"

Xu Sheng looked at the words above and suddenly asked.

"I really don't know. Fang Hua himself said he was the teacher."

The person in charge shook his head. This had nothing to do with him. He said it without any psychological burden.

"It seems that he is the gold medal painting instructor of 'Ma Liang Painting Studio'."

"Studio?" Li Sheng pondered.

"It's the epitome of a small company." The person in charge explained, "We checked this studio and found that it is a tutoring institution that specializes in providing art tutoring for painting students in the middle school entrance exam and the college entrance exam. It also provides art guidance for college students."

"It has a good reputation. Basically, all schools in Ningguang City will recommend this studio unless there is any interest involved."

"That's why we ignored him. But I'm confused that the top teacher didn't even know the rules of the game and ended up losing all his money."

At this point, the person in charge showed a sad expression on his face.

Xu Sheng frowned, he always felt that there was something wrong here.

After graduating from art school, most art students choose to work as xx instructors in companies without knowing the rules of the game. Those who want to further their studies in painting must first understand the rules of the game.

This Fang Hua didn't even know the rules of the game and just went all in.
Suddenly, he recalled the other party's thinking of blaming all the mistakes on society, and he understood a little.

Oh, by the way, this guy is not very smart.

"Ma Liang's painting studio?"

"Mobilize the local police station to search for the other party quickly!"

Without much hesitation, Xu Sheng gave the order directly, giving the confused police force a specific target.

"Leave two groups of people here at the exhibition to ensure that they can be contacted by phone at any time. The rest of you follow me to Ma Liang's painting studio!"

The two got in the car and before leaving, Li Sheng glanced at the person in charge outside and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Hey, the person in charge"

"You are really responsible."

"The officer is right, he is right," the person in charge said with a flattering smile on his face, without a trace of anger.

Li Sheng felt a little aggrieved, but now was not the time to settle accounts with the other party.

He stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for his destination.

During this period, the clerical staff also reported information about the studio to Xu Sheng and his companions through the system configured in the police car.

Ma Liang Painting Studio has been established for seven years.

There are three founders, two of whom are fellow students in the school, and the third is a mentor to the students.

The three of them do not teach art, but teach people specifically based on exam questions. They often cannot teach people to have talent, but they can teach people to get high scores!
The parents can't see it, and no one else can see it.

But the test scores are real!

Adhering to this teaching theory, Ma Liang Painting Studio achieved a major breakthrough at the beginning of its business, and then quickly monopolized the business of painting tutoring institutions in Ningguang City at a rocket speed.

In just seven years, we have grown from the initial three unknown people to a team with six members of the East Country Art Association and six resident gold medal teachers. Our scale is comparable to that of a professional company, and it is estimated that we will establish a company soon!
It can even be said that the other party has the vague intention of expanding the market and interfering with the normal high school entrance examination and college entrance examination.

Mr. Xu took a look around and he felt that with the efficiency of this studio and the brains of its leader, it might be possible to develop this studio into a company with billions in turnover.

"Fang Hua?"

When he came into contact with the person in charge of the studio, he was stunned for a moment.

He thought about it for a long time, but he had never heard of these two names. He thought of the gold medal teacher that Xu Sheng mentioned, and subconsciously looked at the wall.

On the wall are photos and introductions of the six gold medal teachers, as well as their various identities and achievements. There is also an exhibition of their paintings below, and countless people come to watch every day.

"Wait a minute, I'll contact the archives."

The person in charge pondered for a while, then made a phone call and started chatting with the person in charge of the archives.

After a long while, the person in charge hung up the phone and looked at the people in front of him.

"Fang Hua? There is such a person. He was hired as a teacher for ordinary classes when the institution was thriving four years ago. He is just an intern and occasionally substitutes for classes."

"But this idiot keeps talking about art, creation, and etiquette. It's totally different from our studio's philosophy of focusing on grades."

"He quit after just two weeks, not to mention the title of gold medal teacher. How could he be a gold medal teacher with his level?!"

When the person in charge recalled this person, his expression suddenly became a little ugly, as if he remembered something disgusting.

"This bitch also slandered the organization everywhere, causing considerable losses to the development of the organization."

"What a joke! Can parents and teachers understand art?"

"The scores are what they want! They don't even think about their own abilities before talking about art, and they dare to criticize me."

The person in charge was obviously disgusted at the time, and was full of resentment when he thought about it.

Xu Sheng and Li Sheng looked at each other.

"interesting."

Xu Sheng showed a playful smile and looked at the photos of the gold medal teachers on the wall.

"That is to say, Fang Hua is not a gold medal teacher, and he is not even a substitute teacher."

“And then declared yourself to be the top teacher of Ma Liang’s painting studio!?”

After saying this, Xu Sheng paused, his expression restrained, and he said seriously and firmly:

Now that we have been chasing the other party and have found out this far, Mr. Xu now needs to think about how to catch him!
"Fang Hua's address"

"where!?"

(End of this chapter)