The visitor reached out and grabbed the ticking pocket watch, slowly raised it to his eyes and shook it.

At the same time, the visitor threw a gold coin on the toilet floor, and the crisp sound of steel hitting the ground was heard. The

tattooed man had a confused look in his eyes and muttered, "I remembered something. Yes, everything I do now is just to save the suffering in this world."

He shouted excitedly, and the memories buried in his subconscious were suddenly completely aroused. Slowly, his face became hideous and he howled angrily.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard again, and four people walked in at the same time and bowed respectfully to the tattooed man.

"Brother Ning, we are here. If you have any instructions, just tell me."

The visitor had already thrown the long black bag he had prepared on the wet floor.

The tattooed man shouted coldly, "Catch all of them. Shoot anyone you see. No one will be spared!"

After saying that, the tattooed man rushed out of the room with a long hunting rifle.

It was exactly 8:30 in the evening. After dinner at the mental treatment and rehabilitation center, many mentally ill patients were singing, running, and jumping aimlessly in the corridor or on the lawn.

The tattooed man had only a ball of anger in his eyes. His strong body rushed into the corridor, raised the hunting rifle in his hand, and shot at any figure he could see, as if he was the god of death wielding a death sickle to harvest souls.

Blood stained his jeans and white jacket. With the sound of gunshots, fresh lives fell one after another, and blood continued to flow on the ground.

Killing made him red-eyed and confused. He could no longer tell whether this was what he wanted in his heart or he was trapped in a dream.

He had turned into a ferocious demon, his lips trembling up and down, pulling out a stiff and weird smile.

Although Li Tianfeng's psychological counseling room is on the sixth floor of the patrol building, Mo Xiaoqing rarely takes the initiative to go there except for work.

Today, in order to find out about the last art exhibition, he took the initiative to knock on the door of Li Tianfeng's office.

After the door opened, Li Tianfeng saw that it was Mo Xiaoqing, his eyes lit up, and his face was full of surprise.

"Xiaoqing, why did you come up here today? What would you like to drink, coffee, tea, or a drink?"

Before Mo Xiaoqing could speak, Li Tianfeng interrupted again, "I heard that you went to have lunch a few days ago and the restaurant suddenly caught fire. Are you really okay? Are you injured or frightened? I can provide you with psychological counseling for free."

Mo Xiaoqing waved her hands quickly, shaking her head like a wave drum, "No, no, thank you for your concern."

"Thank you, Li Tianfeng. I'm really fine. I ran out in time when there was a fire last time. Besides, I'm also a member of the criminal police team. My psychological quality shouldn't be that bad." After

Mo Xiaoqing sat down, she quickly talked about business, "Li Tianfeng, don't be busy. I just came up to ask you something and I'll leave right away."

Li Tianfeng didn't listen to her, but walked to the water dispenser, made her a cup of fresh and fragrant chrysanthemum tea, brought it to her and said, "You should have time to ask more questions and have a cup of tea. Take a taste. This is the tea I bought two days ago. It is fresh and fragrant. You will feel better after drinking it."

Mo Xiaoqing brought it to her mouth and poured it all into her mouth. She hurriedly asked, "Do you remember the last time you took me to attend your friend's art exhibition?

Can you give me your friend's contact information? I want to check the author's information of a painting."

Li Tianfeng took a sip of the cold boiled water in the glass and asked with a smile, "Oh? I didn't expect that Xiaoqing also knows how to appreciate modern paintings. Which painting did you like?"

"No, it's just that the recent case may be related to a painting in the exhibition." Mo Xiaoqing took out the picture of the painting "Beautiful Dream" that she had taken with her mobile phone and showed it to Li Tianfeng,

"It's this painting. It has a very poetic name, called "Beautiful Dream."

Li Tianfeng took it and took a look at it, then said, "Of course I can give you my friend's contact information, but don't hold out too much hope. After all, the artists behind each painting may not be willing to reveal their personal information, and some paintings are exhibited anonymously.

Why don't I ask you first?"

Li Tianfeng took out his mobile phone and called his friend, who answered the phone quickly.

Li Tianfeng stated Mo Xiaoqing's request straight to the point, and a voice came from the other end,

"Okay, then I will contact you immediately to contact the person in charge of the operation of the paintings. Although I was in charge of the cocktail party for that painting exhibition, the operation of the painting exhibition was actually another operator.

All the paintings at that painting cocktail party were provided by Liuyun Gallery for cooperation. I will send you the contact information now."

After Li Tianfeng hung up the phone, Mo Xiaoqing immediately called according to the contact information. However, the person who answered the phone was not the person in charge, but his secretary.

The secretary claimed that the person in charge of the gallery had gone to Italy these days and would not be back for a few days.

After Mo Xiaoqing hung up the phone, she suddenly felt very depressed, with a look of obvious disappointment on her face. Li Tianfeng quickly comforted her,

"Xiaoqing, you just have to wait for two more days. How about this, I'll use my network to find out the background of the author of "Beautiful Dream" for you. After all, I also know many senior gallery owners."

Mo Xiaoqing immediately smiled and said thank you several times, "Li Tianfeng, thank you very much, I don't know how to express my gratitude?"

Li Tianfeng smiled gently, raised his hand and touched Mo Xiaoqing's short hair, "You don't have to thank me, but if you can accept my pursuit, it would be great if you could become my wife, Li."

When Mo Xiaoqing heard this, she stepped back awkwardly, quickly found an excuse to refuse and left Li Tianfeng's office, and asked him to contact her immediately as soon as he had any news.