Chapter 102 The Secret Behind the Oil Painting

Several people studied and analyzed in the car for a long time and came to a conclusion.

Li Shaobai's accomplice was the real murderer.

He killed Zhang Hengyi and Liu Bo without even doing it himself.

He also took advantage of Li Shaobai's shame and induced him to commit suicide after the incident, thus cutting off all clues.

It can be seen that the murderer behind the scenes is so smart and horrifying.

If it weren't for Han Xu,

if Li Shaobai was not a color blind patient,

then this case would most likely be closed as the suspect's suicide out of fear of crime.

Han Xu didn't expect that a Ferris wheel hanging corpse case would turn out like this.

Not only are there two more dead, but there is also one more murderer behind the scenes.

Han Xu felt that the real mastermind was hiding in an unknown corner, staring at the police's every move.

The next work direction is just as Han Xu said.

The two police stations in the east and north suburbs worked together to find the vehicle used by Li Shaobai in the shortest time.

It was a Crown Gold Cup with seven seats, but the seats in the back were all removed, leaving a large space for parking the coffin.

That's right, this is a special vehicle for the funeral home to transport corpses.

That night, Li Shaobai borrowed the car from the funeral home.

But unfortunately, the trace inspection did not find too many valuable samples in the car.

Han Xu had expected this result. The cleanliness of the crime scene showed that the suspect was not an ordinary person.

The only good news was that Lao Zhang captured the Crown Gold Cup under the surveillance cameras on several main traffic arteries.

From the surveillance video, it can be seen that the suspect has a considerable degree of anti-detection means and is wrapped tightly all over.

Hats and masks are all available. Even when passing through the surveillance camera, he deliberately lowered the brim of his hat or turned his head, repeating some subtle movements.

"This guy is too cautious," Lao Zhang was helpless and had no way to deal with the suspect.

Han Xu looked at the few pictures that he had finally taken, frowning slightly,

"The suspect has exposed some physical characteristics while driving, and it can be regarded as collecting some useful information. Don't be discouraged, the net of heaven is vast, he can't escape."

Han Xu said while looking at the suspect in the video, always feeling that the other party was familiar.

But I couldn't remember it for a while.

The primary memory recall skill also went on strike, mainly because the information exposed by the suspect was too little to trigger the skill.

The trace inspection also fed back information. The DNA extracted from the high heels of the deceased in the Ferris wheel hanging corpse case was consistent with the DNA of the suspect Li Shaobai.

The chain of evidence is complete, and Zhang Hengyi's death is inseparable from Li Shaobai.

In addition, the components extracted from the nail polish on the hands of Liu Bo, the deceased in the steel plant, are highly matched with the nail polish found in Li Shaobai's home.

At this point in the investigation, it has been basically confirmed that Li Shaobai killed Zhang Hengyi and Liu Bo.

But the cunning mastermind is still hiding in the dark.

...

The next morning, Han Xu planned to go to Liu Bo's residence to see if there were any clues.

Li Le was still investigating the social relationship between Zhang Hengyi and Liu Bo and could not get away.

Han Xu simply found Chengzi again.

There was no way, because Chengzi drove steadily and it was too comfortable to sit in it.

There was no conversation along the way. According to the address given by the East City Police Station, the two soon arrived in front of a luxurious villa in the south city.

Chengzi parked the car and rang the doorbell first.

A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper came out.

Han Xu showed his police officer ID, but he didn't expect to be turned away.

The owner of the villa, Liu Qisheng, did not welcome them.

It is said that after learning about the death of his son Liu Bo, Liu Qisheng made a fuss at the East City Police Station for a whole night.

He put all kinds of pressure on the police, demanding that the murderer be brought to justice as soon as possible, but when he heard that the suspect had committed suicide out of fear of crime, Liu Qisheng was like a deflated ball, and he aged many years in an instant.

The old man sent the young man away, which is generally the case.

Han Xu's continued investigation naturally hit a snag.

Fortunately, Li Le found that the deceased Liu Bo had another residence and rarely went home.

So Han Xu took Chengzi to another high-end apartment.

After finding the place, he showed the search warrant and the property helped open the door.

This is a spacious flat with a very fashionable decoration style.

It is worth a lot at first glance.

"Liu Bo is quite good at enjoying himself," Chengzi put on shoe covers and sighed when he entered the door.

Han Xu glanced at the layout of the flat, and it turned out that some things would limit imagination.

"This place is cleaned every day, so there shouldn't be any clues, right?" Chengzi's observation ability is actually not inferior to Han Xu, but he just didn't have the opportunity to show it.

Han Xu nodded, his eyes fixed on an oil painting in the living room.

It looked familiar.

There was also such an oil painting at Zhang Hengyi's residence.

It was also a towering and cold snowy mountain!

But the signature on the lower right corner was not Zhang Hengyi, but Liu Bo.

"Liu Bo can also paint?" Chengzi also noticed the signature and was a little unbelieving.

"Who knows, I also saw an oil painting at Zhang Hengyi's residence, which was not quite the same as this one, but it can be seen that they painted the same snowy mountain!

Liu Bo's level is not very good, not as good as Zhang Hengyi's.

The time is the same, eight years ago. "Han Xu answered casually.

What does this snow mountain represent?

After hearing what Han Xu said, Chengzi wondered, "Could it be that Zhang Hengyi and Liu Bo knew each other eight years ago? They went to sketch together, so the snow mountain they painted is the same?"

Han Xu thought it was very likely, and this snow mountain must have an extraordinary meaning for both of them.

Otherwise, they would not hang this not-so-great oil painting in the living room.

"Why don't you take it back and study it?" Chengzi said.

Han Xu was about to say that he would just take a photo, but Chengzi was quick and had already taken the oil painting down.

"Hey, why is there another photo at the back? "

When Chengzi took down the oil painting, a color photo lost its support and flew from behind the painting to the ground.

Han Xu glanced at it casually and was stunned.

On the seven-inch photo, there were three smiling men standing.

Behind them was the same snow-capped mountain.

Chengzi was puzzled when he saw Han Xu standing there.

"What's wrong, Han Xu? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? What..."

Before he finished speaking, Chengzi's eyes fell on the three smiling faces.