The manager of the bar looks terrible. He asked us, "Did the two police officers have had something? Tell me what happened to her?"

I carefully observed the expression on the manager's face and found that he cared about this matter very much. It seemed that he liked this person, but unfortunately, he didn't even know the real name of the girl.

I took a deep breath and said, "The night before yesterday, this Xiaoxiao was killed. I can only tell you this, so I will tell us what you know and hope you will cooperate."

The manager was stunned for several seconds before he realized it. Then he drank two bottles of beer in one breath and kept chanting: "Why is it so good that one person is gone? No, she is so kind, how could anyone harm her?"

Lin Yan'er and I were not busy either, and looked at him quietly.

Perhaps due to our presence, the manager quickly recovered and said to us: "Xiaoxiao has been working here for almost half a year. I admit that I like her, but I have never had the opportunity to confess. She is gentle and treats everyone likes her. Many people here like her."

I nodded: "More details."

The manager said: "Xiaoxiao is seventeen years old and is about 1.7 meters tall. She has a gentle personality and will not get angry no matter what jokes she makes. She usually has many friends, but she never tells us where she comes from."

I continued, "Does the friends around her have artists?"

The manager shook his head and said, "I don't know this. I don't have the right to interfere in her private affairs, so I won't ask her too much. But she admires those who are engaged in art very much. She says those people are very talented."

Lin Yan'er and I looked at each other, then nodded. What the manager said was not like a lie, and he was very sad about Xiaoxiao's death.

"Have Xiaoxiao ever quarreled with any life, or had any enemies? Are there many people who pursue her? What are those people's identities?"

Lin Yan'er asked.

The manager glanced at Lin Yan'er and said, "You are as beautiful as Xiaoxiao."

Lin Yan'er smiled and said thank you.

Then he said: "Xiaoxiao hasn't quarrel with anyone once for more than half a year. People who work here can't bear to hurt her because she is so kind. I have told her before that she shouldn't work in such a place. If possible, I will introduce a better job to her, but she refused. She said she wanted to make a living by relying on her own ability."

After saying that, the manager said regretfully: "If I had known that I should have sent her away from here, the police officer told me how she died? Who was the murderer? I want to take a look at her body."

I took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "Stop looking at it, it will destroy your impression of her. If you want to see it, just look at it from the photos. You must have a photo of her."

The manager was silent and said, "There are many people chasing her, and I am one of them. I don't know how many of them are, but she likes me, I can tell, so she rejected those suitors."

It seems that the relationship between the deceased during his lifetime is quite complicated, but what is certain is that the murderer is the deceased's friend.

I asked several waiters again, and their statements were exactly the same as those of the manager. They all thought that Xiaoxiao was a very kind girl with no enemies or offends.

"What should I do? The interpersonal relationships of the deceased were too complicated before his death. Every friend of hers could not say that it was the murderer."

Lin Yan'er has no clue yet. As the case progresses here, the special case team knows very few clues, which makes us a little embarrassed.

I thought about it and said, "Have you noticed a sentence that the hall manager said? The deceased admired those artists very much during his lifetime."

Lin Yan'er nodded and said she had noticed it, but now we don't even know how many friends the deceased had during his lifetime and what identities those friends were, and we don't know how to unfold them at all.

I shook my head and said, "You are too pessimistic in this case. I shouldn't let you see the murder scene. The body has already affected you."

Although Lin Yan'er has never shown it, I can guess anything she is thinking about. The murder scene in the Lingchi case this time had a serious mental impact on Lin Yan'er.

Lin Yan'er said: "When I think of the body cut into hundreds of pieces of meat, I have nightmares. I can't help but imagine myself as the victim. I watched the murderer divide himself with one knife and a knife, and how painful it was. The deceased who was tied up did not even have the chance to struggle. What is even more unacceptable is that the victim is still the child of our colleagues."

I asked her to take a few deep breaths. This is what the special case team is like. No one knows whether we will encounter a murder scene that is even more cruel and disgusting than this case.

And our mission is to help the deceased speak and ask her to tell us who the murderer is?

Standing outside the bar, Lin Yan'er was a little trembling. She said she would give her some time and she would calm down as soon as possible and try not to think about the deceased person.

"Ou Ye's mentality is far better than you."

"Hmph, she is your apprentice. Of course you are talking to her, let's take a look."

Lin Yan'er was somewhat jealous about Ou Ye's return. She might think Ou Ye was assigned to the special case team and stole her limelight.

After taking off his coat and giving it to her, I said, "There are still five days left before the Art Conference, which means we must break the case within five days. If you don't want to wait for the murderer to disclose his so-called work of art in front of the camera of journalists all over the world, and it will be over."

Lin Yan'er nodded and said, "Well, I will adjust my mentality as soon as possible, so what should I do next? Your baby apprentice is currently dissecting it, and Li Han is also analyzing the location of the murderer's painting at the murder site. I think we should find something to do."

I smiled and said, "Let's go and take a look at the works exhibited by these artists."

Even late at night does not affect the artist's creative passion. In other words, they must be busy with their livelihoods at any time.

Most of the unknown artists here are in poverty. They have no proper work and refuse to give alms from passers-by. Sometimes they even fill their stomachs, hoping to produce world-famous works of art one day and soar to the sky from now on.

Almost every down-and-out artist has no such mentality. They fantasize that they are the next Leonardo da Vinci and the next Michelangelo.

The fire of hope is burning in the body, and it consumes one of the few energy every day until the flame of hope becomes smaller and smaller.

When the cold wind blows through their thin bodies, they say to themselves in their hearts, one day I will become a great artist, and every world-famous artist has a dark experience, and it is this experience that makes them sharp and grow.

When they were so hungry that they said to themselves that my fire of hope has not yet been extinguished, and the fire of hope is my spiritual food.

Every enthusiastic artist will eventually disappear into the wave of artists. No one knows where they are going? Find a serious job to fill their stomachs? Or starve to death on the street one morning? Or become a beggar on the roadside?

When no one appreciates their artwork, these people will act as audiences, observing and lamenting that they are gold buried in the soil.

Among the artists on the street who are in units of hundreds, there may be the next ones Michelangelo, Rodin, Benini, and even Leonardo da Vinci and Van Gogh.

However, there is another saying that there is always a thousand-mile horse, but there is no Bole.

Lin Yan'er looked at the artists on the street quietly, and finally she walked to a stall and bought this collection of poems for two yuan.

The man said, "You buy another one? It's not a pound of ten yuan per catty. I have to eat some meat. I haven't smelled the meat for a long time."

Lin Yan'er said: "Why don't you sell it to a waste paper mill?"

The poet replied: "The waste paper mill only gives me one dollar per pound, and these are my lifelong efforts."

Lin Yan'er was silent for a moment and took out a hundred yuan to throw it to the poet. He did not ask: "You are giving me alms unless you buy all these collections of poems."

Finally, Lin Yan'er bought these poems and threw them into the trash can at the turn.

I told her: "The artist's works are only a line away. If you cross this line, you may sell for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. On the contrary, it is garbage that no one cares about."

Lin Yan'er said that she would never allow her son or daughter to be artists in the future, let alone marry an artist's husband.

The art here is very complicated. Some people took off themselves and walked on the streets. The police came and fled.

Some of them put a few holes in their backs and put them on them with iron hooks, hanging them on the pork rack like selling pork.

They wanted to express respect for life, and pigs also have life. After no one watched it, the two of them said from the pork rack: "I'm so hungry, I want to eat spicy fried pork."

Another companion said: "I want to eat German sausage, but there is no thread."

There was a group of people watching in front of me. Lin Yan'er and I walked up and suddenly there was an unsightly scene.

Someone actually performed his own sexual relationship publicly on the street. Lin Yan'er turned her head with a red face and I watched all this with interest.

Zhang Hai once said that such things often occur on the streets. If you chase them, they will run to another street to perform and they can't control them at all. As long as no one throws them with manure, it will be a blessing.

Soon the police arrived after hearing the news. The man and the woman pulled up their pants and turned around and ran away. Before running, they exchanged eyes with their eyes, which should be the place to determine the next performance.

In order to become famous, they often do things that are unacceptable, but this effect is often the best.

It can be said that this town is a regular **, and it will explode at any time. When a loud bang passes, the morality here no longer exists, and they live just to become famous.

At least, the first loud bang here had already sounded, and someone used Lingchi's technique to create a work of art.

When this work of art is made public, those artists will rush to imitate and use their imaginations. After the art is abused, it will deteriorate.
Chapter completed!