Chapter 10 Chapter 9 The Mysterious Painting

After the news of Xue Xiaohua's death came, Meng Shaohui's mood was very complicated.However, he did not go to the scene, but just waited at the residence.Around noon, Luo Fei came back from outside and appeared in front of him. "Officer Luo?" Meng Shaohui looked at him nervously. Luo Fei cut directly to the topic: "Xue Xiaohua is dead, do you know?" Meng Shaohui directly asked: "How did he die?" "The specific situation is still under investigation. I have to ask you first." Luo Fei looked directly into Meng Shaohui's eyes, "Did you really not see Xue Xiaohua last night?"

Meng Shaohui smiled wryly: "I know you will doubt, but I really didn't wait for him. Why did he die, I am even more strange than you." "We found four thousand dollars in Xue Xiaohua's pocket." Meng Shaohui was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Luo Fei meant. He shook his head resolutely and said, "This has nothing to do with me. Xue Xiaohua asked me for two thousand, and you were there at the time. Last night, I I just took 2,000 yuan and went out, here, the money is still here." As Xue Xiaohua said, he opened the wallet and showed it to Luo Fei.Luo Fei couldn't find the flaw in his words for a moment, after thinking for a while, he turned to another topic.

"Have you heard of the name Wang Chenglin?" Luo Fei asked, while observing Meng Shaohui's expression intently, not letting go of any subtle emotions that might appear. "Wang Chenglin?" Meng Shaohui frowned blankly, "Who is this person?" "According to my judgment, he should be your father. Meng Jianguo is just a pseudonym." "Pseudonym?" Meng Shaohui looked surprised, he didn't seem to be pretending, "No wonder no one on the island knows about Meng Jianguo. But why did my father use a pseudonym?" "That's what I want to know too." Luo Fei looked aggressively, "What secret is hidden behind this alias?"

"Secret? I... don't know." Meng Shaohui evaded vaguely, "I have lost my memory, I don't remember anything about the past, otherwise I wouldn't have come to this small island." Luo Fei didn't relax, and pushed forward step by step: "Before you came to the island, you may not remember anything, but Xue Xiaohua must have reminded you of something yesterday, didn't you? Otherwise, how could you endure his blackmail and bring you a lot of trouble?" Going to the meeting with two thousand yuan? The piece of paper you gave you, your expression changed drastically after reading it, what was painted on it? What exactly is the truth you want to know from Xue Xiaohua?"

This series of questions seemed to make Meng Shaohui a little overwhelmed, his breathing became short of breath, his eyes drifted away for a moment, and he murmured: "I...I don't know, I really...don't know." "These were originally your private affairs, and I shouldn't ask about them." Seeing the other party's embarrassment, Luo Fei changed his tone, "But now there are fires and murders on the island one after another, and these are likely to be related to the question I just asked. It is related, so I hope you can cooperate with my work." Meng Shaohui remained silent, but it could be seen that there were intense conflicts of thoughts in his mind.

"The painting that Xue Xiaohua showed you yesterday, can you let me see it?" Luo Fei asked directly. Meng Shaohui bit his lip, and after a while, he finally squeezed out two words: "Okay." Meng Shaohui slowly took out yesterday's piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Luo Fei.After opening the paper, a picture appeared in front of Luo Fei. The lines on the drawing paper are immature, and it looks like it was written by a child.On the left side of the picture is a child, and on the right side is an adult woman. The two are separated by a distance, each with open arms, as if they are about to embrace each other.There are several wavy lines on the paper, very similar to the meaning of water lines.A row of small circles represent tears on the child's face, and it looks like he is crying sadly; the woman is very strange, only the face is drawn, but there are no facial features.

Luo Fei couldn't understand the mystery of it, he frowned and asked, "What's the meaning of this painting?" "I don't understand either." A strange expression appeared on Meng Shaohui's face, as if mixed with confusion, sadness and fear, and then he said, "I'll show you something else." Meng Shaohui opened his backpack, took out a roll of paper, spread it out on the table, and continued: "I haven't told you yet, I am a painter by profession. Take it with you everywhere." This is an oil painting with delicate brushwork and rich layers, showing a high artistic level.The overall color of the picture is relatively dark, and the content is the same as the simple children's painting just now. It is also a crying child and a faceless woman. The two open their arms, as if they want to hug.

Seeing that Luo Fei became more confused, Meng Shaohui took the initiative to explain: "I often have some dreams, and I can't understand the fragments that appear in the dreams. So I drew that fragment, hoping to find it when I am awake. Answer." "The child in the painting is you?" Luo Fei guessed, "Where is this woman? Is it your mother? Why didn't you draw her face?" "In the dream, she has no face." Meng Shaohui stared at the painting on the table, his eyes became a little blurred, "I don't understand why such a fragment appears, every time I see it, I feel a kind of sadness Feeling cold, and feeling unexplainable fear."

Meng Shaohui's tone was filled with a bone-piercing chill, which made people very uncomfortable. In his eyes, there seemed to be tears flickering. "Then what happened to the painting that Xue Xiaohua gave you?" Luo Fei thought for a while, and suddenly made a bold judgment, "Is this what you drew when you were a child? It represents some kind of experience before you lost your memory?" Meng Shaohui nodded: "I thought so too, that's why I was so excited when I saw the painting yesterday. In fact, everyone has their own style and habits of brushwork when they paint, just like fonts, it is very Difficult to change. Although the level of these two paintings is not the same, experienced people can tell at a glance that they are written by the same person."

"Then what exactly does this clip represent?" Luo Fei rubbed his beard stubble, not sure if he was asking a question or talking to himself. "It's related to my past, it's a lost memory. You can't get an answer from me." Meng Shaohui glanced at Luo Fei, and added faintly, "If I know, why should I?" Want to accept Xue Xiaohua's blackmail?" This is a simple truth, but in an instant it gave Luo Fei great inspiration.He froze in place and murmured, "Blackmail? Yes, yes, you don't know the answer, but someone does!" "Who? Who do you think knows?" Meng Shaohui looked at him blankly.

"I'm not sure yet, but at least I have a clue now." While speaking, Luo Fei had strode out.