Chapter 17 Chapter Fourteen Art Feast

A few days later, the grand opening of the annual arts festival. The Songzhuang Art Festival has become the largest cultural and art festival in China, including many works of art at home and abroad, and presenting contemporary art through various exhibitions and academic lectures.After several years of development, it already has the scale of an art fair.On the opening day, many journalists gathered, and some artists and tourists from all over the world were also attracted. In this art festival, performance art is strictly restricted. The organizers and the local neighborhood committee posted notices to strengthen security forces, and all exhibition halls and venues banned any performance art.

The four members of the special case team pretended to be tourists and also came to appreciate this gluttonous feast of contemporary art. Su Mei said with some disappointment: I really want to see performance art, but now they won't come out. Deputy Secretary Huang pushed Professor Liang in the wheelchair and said: Those performance artists are very bold, and they will not miss this opportunity to show themselves. Professor Liang said: Everyone be vigilant, the murderer may have appeared, let all the surveillance personnel be in place, and each person is responsible for a certain area.

Deputy Secretary Huang arranged for a lot of plainclothes policemen to observe secretly in the lobby and various exhibition halls, focusing on whether there are any venues displaying amber or other resin crafts. The sculpture hall and several art studios are the key surveillance objects. There was a commotion in front of the exhibition hall, and the first performance artist appeared. This man was a long-haired man with an iron hoop on his head, a leopard-print apron around his waist, and a net bag tied to a bamboo pole in his hand.He was carried out of the exhibition hall by several security guards, and he was roughly thrown on the concrete floor in front of the door.

This performance artist plays Monkey King. Sun Wukong shouted: "You two little monsters, I lost my somersault cloud, I want to catch the cloud, please help me." Monkey King stood up, held the net bag, swung it a few times, and wanted to break into the exhibition hall again. Two security guards grabbed Monkey King, punched and kicked him, one security guard broke the bamboo pole with his knee, and the other security guard cursed: Gou Ri is crazy, you still catch clouds, show me what you catch. Su Mei said: "Performance art is quite fun, and Monkey King is quite funny."

Hualong said: There are four of us, and there are also four people who learn from the scriptures in Journey to the West. I think I am Wukong, and Xiaomei, you are Bajie. Professor Liang said with a smile: Let's go catch the goblin. Su Mei said: Uncle Liang, you are good or bad, you also said that I am Zhu Bajie, I will be a monk Sha, and Xiao Bao, can you be Bajie? Bao Zhan said: Uh... well, it was just a joke anyway. The exhibition hall is very large, divided into seven exhibition halls, and the entrance is guarded by staff, so it is unlikely that performance artists will sneak in.In the student design exhibition area, two hostesses wearing red cheongsams were distributing gifts. One of the hostesses said to Su Mei: Hello, this is a free gift from the organizer.

Su Mei accepted a gift box with a smile and said thank you. Hualong reached out for a gift box, and the hostess smiled and said: Sorry, we only give gifts to women and children. The gifts were distributed in a short while, and the two hostesses left immediately. Su Mei opened the gift box, and there was actually a fluffy chick inside, standing in the box, like a small yellow pompom. Su Mei said: "It's so cute, little chicken, are you hungry? Why don't you bark?" Everyone saw that the corner of the chicken's tender yellow mouth was tied with a cotton thread, and Su Mei untied the cotton thread, and the chicken chirped.

Professor Liang said: I was fooled! Bao Zhan said: Is this also performance art? Deputy Secretary Huang said: The two hostesses must be performance artists, and the idea they want to express should be—chicken is life, and it is given to women and children. Every recipient will make a choice. Faced with a problem, is it right? This little life is responsible or is it abandoned. Hualong said: Xiaomei, what do you do? Su Mei said: Brother Hualong, this little chicken is so cute, can you hold it for me. Hualong said: I am not fooled, don't give me this trouble. Su Mei said: Hmph, at worst I'll take it home and raise chickens in the office of the special case team. Every morning they crow and disturb you to death.

Next to the exhibition area of ​​college students' works is the art gallery, which has the most traffic. Some abandoned chickens are running in the gallery, and some chickens have been trampled to death... After visiting the art museum, the special case team saw a lot of sculptures, but found nothing.The monitoring system in the exhibition hall was taken over by the police, and electronic probes were spread all over every corner, and no suspicious persons related to the Humber child corpse case were seen. The first day of the art festival is over, the exhibition hall is closed, the special case team is a little disappointed, and can only look forward to tomorrow.

After dark, some performance artists gathered in the open space outside the exhibition hall, which was very lively, and a few strangely shaped lamps were lit on the open space.The makers of the lamps described their works to the reporter. The oil for these lamps comes from beauty salons and is made of fat extracted from beauties who lose weight. desire. There are several performance artists hanging in the woods next to the clearing. They use steel hooks to pierce the skin from their backs, and hang themselves up like selling pork. There was a tractor parked by the woods, and a man was lying under the car and knocking continuously with an iron wrench. The sound attracted the reporter. Several performance artists stood in front of the tractor deeply, and one of them thought for a long time and asked: Brother, what are you doing? What theme does this work want to express?

The man under the car replied: My mother's car broke down here, and it is being repaired. The police paid close attention to every performance artist, and Bao Zhan followed the bald man wearing a down jacket in the summer. At this time, an exciting news came. The cleaning staff found many amber photos in the closed exhibition hall. There is a human head in amber! It was Liu Ming's head, his eyes were open and his eyes were dazed. The photo was taken with a mobile phone. Although the pixels are not high, it can be clearly seen. In the photo, the amber head is very exquisitely crafted, crystal clear, and the head in the amber is vivid and lifelike.

The photos were taped to the bathroom partition door for everyone who pooped to see.A phone number was also included on the photo, suggesting that the maker wanted to sell his work. It is impossible for so many tourists to see every piece of work in the art festival, but they will all go to the bathroom. The bathroom is not monitored, and the location in front of the toilet was ignored by the organizers, but it was effectively used by people.The person who posted the photo may sigh: the best work can only be posted in the bathroom of the art gallery. Obviously, the person who posted the photo is the murderer, and the purpose of making the amber head is to sell it.This daring guy actually left his contact number, and the special case team immediately notified the telecommunications department to investigate this number.On the day of the art festival, dozens of people called this number, and there were even calls from overseas. It seems that many people were very interested in this artwork after seeing the photo in the toilet, and wanted to buy it or ask about the price. Su Mei geo-locates this number, hoping to find the murderer as soon as possible, but Bao Zhan accidentally discovered a shortcut. That summer, a bald man in a down jacket spent money to find a woman who had lost his footing, and even performed a sexual act in public in the woods. The police arrested him on the spot.Bao Zhan looked at the bald man's cell phone, and there was actually a phone number on Amber's head photo in the address book, and the owner of the number was Mark. The special case team immediately conducted a surprise interrogation on the bald man. Professor Liang asked: "Mark on your phone is your friend?" The bald man said: It can be regarded as a colleague, Mark is also a performance artist. Professor Liang asked: Do you know where he lives? The bald man said: It's not far from here, I've been there. Deputy Secretary Huang said: "Well, you take us to find him. The crime you committed is not serious. We can consider releasing you." The bald man said: Did Mark do something bad? You want me to commit crimes and meritorious deeds. I can take you to find him, but I have one condition. I don’t want to be released. You can detain me. What I want is... Detention After a few days, release me, and you tell the outside world that I have escaped from prison... so that I can also be famous! The four members of the special case team looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. The bald man took off his glasses and said: I am ready. Playing field battles is just the first step of my performance art. You see, this glasses frame is a camouflaged small saw. I was planning to escape from prison. Since you have requested For me, I don't have to actually jailbreak. Led by the bald man, the police quickly found Mark's residence. It was a resin handicraft factory, also in Tongzhou District, not far from Songzhuang, because the factory had closed down, and the police did not pay attention to it during the investigation.The factory was involved in a lawsuit and was sealed up by the court. There was no one in the factory, and the factory manager also ran away.Weeds grow in the courtyard, the workshop is sealed, and there are still some raw materials in the warehouse. The workers have already dismissed and returned home, and the dormitory is idle there. Mark used to work in a resin handicraft factory. After the factory closed down, he did not go home. He performed performance art on the street during the day, and still lived in the dormitory at night. Sometimes he would quietly bring friends here for the night. The bald man once followed Mark over the bricks of the factory. Wall, stayed here for one night. When Hualong and several armed police arrested Mark, Mark was trading with a Hong Kong businessman in the dormitory.Hong Kong businessmen came to buy the amber heads made by Mark, and the two sides bargained over the price, because people kept calling Mark to express their desire to buy, and finally the Hong Kong businessmen negotiated the deal at a price of 110,000. The amber head was placed on the bed in the dormitory, and the amber human hands, amber feet, and amber heart made by Liu Ming were found under the bed. During the interrogation, Mark was very calm. He admitted that he made the corpse amber, but denied that he had killed anyone. Professor Liang asked: Did Liu Ming commit suicide? Mark replied: You are right. He committed suicide. He voluntarily donated his body to me. I have a donation agreement written by him. Hualong said: "Fart your mother, what's the name of that child, is it also suicide?" Mark said: You said that kid, you found out, right? The kid’s name is Xiwa’er, and the kid’s mother used to work in this factory. Later, the factory closed down, and the kid’s mother passed dishes at a ramen restaurant. Xiwaer is an illegitimate child, not a suicide. Bao Zhan asked: "How did Xiwa'er die?" Mark said: The child's mother said that he died from coal gas, and asked me to help find a place to bury it. This is my mistake. I made it into amber. I just wanted to see if I could make people into amber. Su Mei said: Stop messing around, lying is useless, what about the child, where is the ramen restaurant? Mark said: The kid's mother eloped with a guy from the ramen restaurant. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to ask.