Chapter 190

The others followed Chen He's finger and looked at the lower right corner of the painting.

Zhou Zhengzheng said puzzledly, "Isn't this just a green bush?"

Song Zhou was a little uneasy: "Xiao He, are you tired from watching too much and are you hallucinating?"

He put his palms over Chen He's eyes and said, "Take a break."

"No, no, can't you see it?" Chen He pulled his hand away, carefully identified it, and read out a combination of letters and numbers.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then Chang Ting suddenly slammed the table and said, "I know! Only the color blind can see it!"

Song Zhou couldn't stand the word at all, and his face suddenly darkened: "What are you talking about?"

Chen He didn't care, but suddenly realized: "Officer Chang is right.

“When Zhu Zangmo painted this shrub, he used lines of similar hue but different brightness to hide the characters.

"It's like the game of finding shapes among blocks of color. It's the same principle. It's just an enhanced version."

Zhang You asked Zhou Zhengzheng for a magnifying glass, his eyes nearly popping out: "No matter how I look at it, it's still a mass of green..."

Chang Ting dragged him to the back: "Do you understand? Make room for Teacher Chen!"

Chen He pointed at the bushes and said, "To express light and shadow and layering, this seemingly simple patch of green is actually composed of several shades of green. To me, it's gray of varying shades."

Her fingertips traced lines that only she could see. "Zhu Zangmo must have used a lighter shade of green, with thin lines, to draw these variant characters. Can't you tell at all?"

Everyone shook their heads, looking confused.

Chen He withdrew his hand. "It's normal that you can't see it. The average person's visual system prioritizes color information and ignores subtle differences in brightness.

"But I am color blind, and my visual system is not sensitive to colors. I am not disturbed by colors, so light and dark become the most prominent information.

"The difference is so subtle and the lines so fine that I didn't notice it before. It wasn't until the sunlight hit this area, increasing the clarity, that I noticed it."

Zhang You was stunned. "So... the buyer needs a color-blind person to help him to know the password?"

Zhou Zhengzheng looked at him with an almost sympathetic look, raised his mobile phone, and took a picture of the bushes in the painting.

Swipe your finger across the phone screen a few times to turn the photo into black and white.

The green bushes turned gray, with fainter curved lines appearing in the middle, but they were still difficult to identify.

Zhou Zhengzheng thought about it, then turned up the contrast to the maximum, and the string of characters became clear.

Zhang You exclaimed, "Wow! Sister Zheng is amazing!"

Chang Ting couldn't help but patted Zhang You with joy and said, "You are too stupid. You still have to be my apprentice!"

Chen He glanced at Chang Ting and said, "You didn't think of this method just now."

Song Zhou added: "How come the disciple is more powerful than the master?"

Chang Ting was furious: "It was fine if you just took turns to pick on me before, but why is it mixed doubles?"

Zhang You has already rushed to the computer and entered the "room number" and password.

A page like an album popped up, listing some videos.

Zhang You clicked on the first video.

"Xiao He!"

A call flew out from the speaker, as crisp as a green bamboo shoot.

Chen He was stunned.

That was Qiu Yue's voice.

In the video, a girl in a white dress is jogging over, and fragments of sunlight falling through the leaves are dancing on the tips of her hair.

The hem of her skirt fluttered across the screen, and Qiu Yue ran towards the girl waiting for her. That was Chen He during her student days.

"Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria!"

"I wonder if there's any tomato beef brisket left today..."

The two girls walked away hand in hand, their backs disappearing around the corner of the road.

This is obviously a secretly filmed video, only a few seconds long.

The next video played automatically, one frame after another, all secretly filmed footage of Qiu Yue's daily life.

From these sneaky perspectives, Qiu Yue is as beautiful as a beam of moonlight.

It is so beautiful that it attracts the malicious intent to destroy it.

Song Zhou hugged Chen He from behind, holding her in his arms, hot tears falling into her collar. Her back pressed against his chest, and they could hear the sound of each other's hearts breaking.

Their fingers were tightly intertwined, as if they were each other's only driftwood.

Another video popped up.

It was a nighttime candid shot. The photographer hid in the doorway, his camera peering into the classroom like a ghostly eye, gazing at the backs of two girls. Beyond the window in front of them lay the vast, inky blue starry sky.

"Xiao He, let me tell you a secret. When I was at my worst, I had some crazy thoughts..."

Qiu Yue's voice was brisk, mixed with the heavy breathing of the photographer, like a python eyeing its prey, breathing in and out fishy smells.

The next video is shot from a high vantage point. The surroundings reveal this is a small building on the base. Through the cracks in the security windows, two figures can be seen approaching in the night, one after the other.

Xing Yao led the way, followed by Qiu Yue.

This was the night when Qiu Yue was tricked into the small building under the pretext of "after-school tutoring."

Chen He looked at it in despair, opened his mouth, and silently uttered: "Don't go in."

Qiu Yue's figure was swallowed by the shadow cast by the small building. The video could be heard from the camera as a heavy iron door opened and closed. Qiu Yue stepped into the devil's cave.

Click.

The video was closed. It turned out that Chang Ting had snatched Zhang You's mouse and closed the page.

Everyone felt as if a stone was pressing down on their hearts. The room fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

After a while, Chang Ting finally uttered in a suppressed voice, "These people really... deserve to be cut into pieces."

They not only sell paintings of death, but also package the process of a living life from beauty to defilement and destruction into accessories for the paintings and sell them to buyers.

They eat people until they drink their blood and swallow their bones, leaving nothing behind.

Chang Ting glanced at Chen He and Song Zhou, who seemed to be in a trance, and cleared his throat: "The rest of the content will be reviewed by us, the police."

Chen He raised his head and said, "Can you give us a copy of these daily videos?"

Chang Ting nodded. "I'll ask for instructions after the case is over. It should be fine. Qiu Yue's phone and... another piece of evidence will also be returned to you."

The two were stunned. Chen He asked, "What is the other piece of evidence?"

Chang Ting walked back to the painting and picked up a pair of disposable gloves:

"When our colleagues first saw this painting in the overseas buyer's showroom, it was displayed in a transparent display case in the middle of the showroom, so both sides could be seen."

"This painting actually has two layers, with the other layer hidden behind the backing. Xingchang Trading Company concealed this in its export approval documents. Once the buyer receives it, they remove the backing to reveal the painting."

Chang Ting put on gloves and turned the painting over.

Red flowers, green stems, black soil, and snow-white bones.

Vivid, intense, desperate colors are piled up layer by layer on the canvas.

That was Qiu Yue's last work.

Zhu Zangmo had the audacity to attach it to the back of his own filthy paintings, allowing buyers to admire and savor the painter's despair. How dare he—

Chen He felt all the blood in her body rushing to her head. The red and green rushed out of the frame and hit her in the face, twisting into a dazzling huge vortex, and she fell into it.

"Xiao He..."

The calling voice seemed to come from the clouds. Chen He's vision gradually became clear, and she found that she had fallen down without knowing when. Song Zhou was holding her, his face pale with panic.

"Are you feeling unwell? Let's go to the hospital right away!" Song Zhou's voice trembled.

"I..." Chen He held his hand and sat up, looking at the painting.

She said in a daze: "I seem to...see colors."

In the field of vision, the bright red flowers of the red spider lily are immersed in a layer of golden powder-like sunset, as if swaying in the wind.

…

Two years later, the judicial process was completed.

Lu Dun was sentenced to death for committing multiple crimes including intentional homicide. The facts were clear and the evidence was conclusive, and he was sentenced to death for multiple crimes.

On the day when Lu Dun was taken to the execution ground, the comic "Prophecy of the Other Shore", which had been suspended for two years, suddenly updated a new chapter to celebrate.

The title of the new article is: "If there were no demons in the world."

“Zizi—”

On the barbecue grill, white smoke was coming out of the skewers.

The camera zoomed out, revealing a young man grilling skewers. He had short, clean-cut hair and wore an apron. His facial features revealed him to be a grown-up version of Qiu Song.

The surrounding scenery is picturesque, with several persimmon trees laden with fruits.

Qiu Song put the grilled skewers on the plate and said, "It's done, you can eat it now."

No one responded. He looked up and said, "Where are they? Where are they? Curly!"

Nearby, by the creek, a fishing rod extended from behind a clump of reeds, and then a head popped up. Its hair was unkempt, and black-framed glasses took up half its face. It mouthed something in discontent: "Stop making noise! ​​Do you still want to eat grilled fish?"

Qiu Song muttered, "Everyone will go hungry while waiting for your fish."

He picked up two skewers of meat and walked up the hillside along the forest path, stepping on the fallen leaves.

There are two easels side by side on the top of the hill, and two girls are sketching with their backs to the camera.

The corners of their clothes fluttered in the wind, and their hair was shining brightly in the sunlight.

"The skewers are ready. Let's eat first and then draw." Qiu Song said loudly.

The two turned around. One was Qiu Yue, the other was Chen He.

"Wait a minute." "Right away."

"Okay, okay."

Qiu Song sat down on the grass between the two of them and said, "Two great painters, please."

He fed the skewers in his left hand to Qiu Yue's mouth, and handed the skewers in his right hand to Chen He's mouth.

"Brother, your cooking skills are really good." "Keep up the good work!"

They both held their paintbrushes, puffed their cheeks and uttered praise. On both canvases, they depicted the same beautiful world.

Suddenly, a shout came from the bottom of the hill: "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The three of them looked back. Qiu Yue put her hands on the umbrella and said, "It seems Curly has caught a fish!"

By the creek, Curly was standing in a horse stance, his fishing rod stretched into a bow shape, and he called out, "Xiaosong, come and help!"

Qiu Song looked around and said, "No, it seems like Curly is about to be caught by a fish!"

The three of them ran down.

Qiu Song ran forward, grabbed the fishing rod, and pulled together with Juanmao.

A huge fish was lifted into the air, splashing out bright water droplets.

Curly cheered, "So fat!"

The front is all black and white, and in the next frame, the colors of autumn suddenly fill the picture.

The sky was clear blue, like an upside-down lake. Sunlight filtered through the branches of the persimmon trees, filtering the leaves into translucent yellow and green. The orange-red fruits hung heavy on the branches.

Warm, light-gold spots fell on the blue and white checkered tablecloth spread under the tree, and the fish was charred on the grill.

The smiles of the four young people are brighter than this autumn.

The comic is finished.

——The main text ends.

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