Death Photo Gallery (6)

Meng Siqi was a little nervous deep down, but she tried her best to appear natural.

Jin Yaming returned to the counter and said, "Please pay a deposit first. I'll charge you 30 yuan for the deposit and 80 yuan for the final fee." That's probably a 20% discount.

Pick up the register, open a blank page and pass it to her, "Write your name, contact information and home address in the book."

Meng Siqi took out a hundred yuan from her pocket and handed it to him. She picked up a pen and wrote her name "Meng Lu". She said, "There is no telephone at home."

"address?"

Meng Siqi didn't want to fill it out at first, and now she was even more suspicious of Jin Yaming's purpose. Jin Yaming seemed to notice her embarrassment and smiled faintly: "You are required to fill it out here. Many people have not come to pick up their photos, so we can only send them over. Don't worry, we won't bother you."

This explanation makes sense. This is not the age of electronic photos. Even if a deposit is paid, there are still tedious follow-up tasks such as developing the photos. If the customer does not come to pick up the photos, it is actually a huge loss for the business. She did not hesitate. She happened to be visiting a nearby community recently, so she casually wrote down the name of the community and the unit.

After finishing the formalities, Jin Yaming pushed open the curtain and followed Jin Yaming into the room at the back, which was the room filled with art photos.

Returning here again, she suddenly felt a dead atmosphere. This room had no windows, and all the light came from the living room in front. Because the iron door was closed, the light seemed particularly dim.

There is another entrance in this room, which should be the bedroom where Jin Yaming lives, but the door is closed.

This seemingly closed space made her feel a little depressed.

The light suddenly turned on, lighting up the whole room, and Jin Yaming asked her to sit in the chair in front of the dressing table.

This is a relatively large room with a dressing table, a photo studio, and a wide variety of large-framed photos, which is why it looks crowded.

Seeing that Jin Yaming did not show anything unusual, she sat down.

Jin Yaming walked to the front hall, not knowing what to do.

She sat in the chair feeling a little uneasy. She looked normal in the mirror, except for a slight fear of the unknown in her eyes. She actually felt a little regretful that she should not have proposed this solo action to Zhao Leiting without considering anything.

Jin Yaming's footsteps sounded, as if stepping on her heart. He returned to the room with a glass in his hand. His slender fingers slowly placed the glass in front of her. The glass contained transparent, clear warm water.

"Drink a glass of water and moisten your lips. Your mouth will feel uncomfortable when you put makeup on later."

Jin Yaming's voice was very flat. Meng Siqi hadn't drunk a sip of water today. In order to make herself look natural, she stretched out her hand, but in mid-air, she suddenly remembered something.

Mu Zhiquan framed Zhou Jie Li by using drugs. If Jin Yaming used drugs to make Hu Dingxiang unconscious and then killed her, this is not impossible.

But she had already extended her hand, and there was no way she could suddenly change her mind. She decisively picked up the glass, which was not hot and was at the right temperature.

She didn't drink the water immediately, but pretended to hold it in her hand and asked a question: "How long will it take to put on makeup? I have to go back to school to attend evening self-study." Today is Sunday and she has to go back to school, so this is a natural excuse.

"Nothing much, just putting on some makeup, the clothes are ready. It will take no more than half an hour."

While talking, Jin Yaming turned around and went to the cabinet next to him to get a makeup box. Perhaps the makeup products used in death art photos were different from others.

At this moment, Meng Siqi quickly tilted the cup and poured some water into the gap next to the sofa chair.

When Jin Yaming took back the dressing box, Meng Siqi noticed from the mirror that his eyes were fixed on the cup in her hand.

Meng Siqi licked her lips deliberately, which looked a little wet. She put the cup back on the table and kept smiling: "Let's start."

"Yeah." Jin Yaming opened the makeup box. The items inside were very complete, including eyebrow razors, eye shadow pencils, combs, various clips, foundation, pigments, lipsticks, and a lot of other things.

He picked up the wet towel and said, "Close your eyes for a moment, I'll wipe it for you."

Meng Siqi hesitated for a moment, but still cooperated immediately. When he closed his eyes, everything in front of him became dark.

Jin Yaming rubbed the wet tissue around her eyes. His movements were very gentle and his hands never touched her skin.

"My boyfriend didn't come with you today?" Jin Yaming seemed to be chatting about daily life.

However, Meng Siqi's heart paused, and facing the darkness, she showed a trace of panic.

Fortunately, she closed her eyes and the other party should not notice. She calmed down and replied, "Yes, he is busy."

"Don't worry, he will definitely be satisfied."

After wiping her face, Meng Siqi was finally able to open her eyes, and Jin Yaming entered the next step of the makeup process.

He is very careful and skilled. Meng Siqi even feels that photography may be his side job. He is also quite capable in makeup.

Ten minutes later, Meng Siqi found himself in the mirror, and a hint of "death" began to appear on his face.

She suddenly remembered whether Hu Dingxiang had also sat in this chair and felt the same way as she did. She was a little worried at first, but gradually, she felt satisfied.

The opponent's skillful techniques made Hu Dingxiang relax her guard. Perhaps it was during the makeup process that she was attacked.

She was always alert, but because she had put on thick death makeup, the mirror could no longer show anything abnormal about her, except that she looked lifeless.

"Close your eyes for a while." Jin Yaming made the request again.

This time, Meng Siqi saw the eye shadow pencil in his slender fingers through the mirror. It was a long, thin pen as thick as a pencil. She had used it before, but this pen was black and thicker than ordinary eye shadow pencils.

The end of the eyeshadow pencil was like a sharpened crayon, and it was held between his two fingers like a sharp weapon.

The instruction to close her eyes made her suddenly feel inexplicably uneasy, but all her efforts must not be in vain. She had to continue performing.

When she slowly closed her eyes, she realized that her hands and feet were cold. The warmth in her palms seemed to have disappeared. The darkness gave her a true fear of death. Her heart began to contract and its beat speed increased rapidly. No matter how hard she tried to control it, it was difficult to suppress it.

The coolness of the eyeshadow pencil tip fell on her eyelids like a drop of water, and the feeling was like the temptation of a sharp knife.

"Don't move." Jin Yaming ordered her. She couldn't control herself just now and her head shook slightly.

Halfway through the painting, Jin Yaming stopped using the eyeshadow pen. Meng Siqi was about to open her eyes when Jin Yaming said again, "Don't open your eyes. Look at the other side."

Meng Siqi closed her slightly trembling eyelashes. At this dark moment, the dark scene in front of her suddenly lit up. The person in the mirror was not herself, but another girl. She recognized her. It was Hu Dingxiang.

Hu Dingxiang was also sitting in this chair with her eyes closed, but the next second, the eye shadow pen pierced into her chest, and blood immediately soaked the front of her white shirt.

She saw Hu Dingxiang's face twisted in pain. She cried out for help, but Jin Yaming stabbed her chest with the eyeshadow pencil again...

Meng Siqi suddenly opened her eyes and almost couldn't catch her breath. The breath got stuck in her trachea, making her face pale.

Jin Yaming in the mirror was also stunned. The eyeshadow pencil in his hand seemed to be about to break into two pieces, with a crack in the middle, revealing the silver part.

He put his eyeshadow pencil down the side of his pants, trying to avoid her attention.

"My stomach feels a little uncomfortable." Meng Siqi swallowed rapidly, looking for a reason to escape.

"What's wrong?"

"It seems like I have a stomachache."

"Can you still hold on? Why don't you take a break and I'll help you remove your makeup."

Meng Siqi didn't dare to act rashly, she was worried that Jin Yaming would find out that she had a problem and kill her. She pretended to be a little uncomfortable, and the scene just now made her breathless for a long time. She stroked her stomach with her hand and slowly stood up, "I want to go out for some fresh air..."

"You'll scare people if you go out like this, let me quickly remove your makeup first..."

Jin Yaming held the eyeshadow pencil in his hand, hiding the silver gap very well, and he insisted that she must finish removing her makeup.

Meng Siqi felt more and more uneasy, and the sweat on her forehead had soaked her makeup.

However, Jin Yaming had no intention of letting her go. He retreated to the door and suggested again: "Okay, I'll take off your makeup for you."

Meng Siqi held her stomach and pretended to be uncomfortable. She regretted acting alone this time, but she had to stay calm, deal with Jin Yaming, and wait for the right opportunity to escape.

She is a weak person in this environment. Although she is a criminal police officer, she lacks fighting skills. The only tricks she has are left in her faint memory by the original owner, and she is not sure if she can use them.

Jin Yaming took a step closer to her and said, "Sit down first and have a drink of water."

Meng Siqi became more and more nervous, and his heart seemed to jump out.

"Calm down." Jin Yaming was comforting her, with a faint smile on his face again.

"It's not easy for girls like you to take an artistic photo. You can't give up halfway..."

"Bang bang bang..." The iron gate suddenly made a sound, as if someone was hitting it hard.

Meng Siqi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Jin Yaming's eyes suddenly turned sinister, and he shouted toward the door, "Who is it?"

"Industry and Commerce Bureau."

It was Zhao Leiting's voice. Meng Siqi sighed.

Jin Yaming looked at her, then at the door, without responding.

Suddenly, there was a sound of an iron gate opening, and in less than ten seconds, Zhao Leiting and Tang Xiaochuan rushed in.

After confirming that Meng Siqi was fine, Zhao Leiting's tense expression relaxed a little. He directly showed his police ID and said, "Municipal Public Security Bureau, someone reported that Hu Dingxiang's missing case is related to you. Let's search."

"This is a search warrant." Tang Xiaochuan showed it in front of him.

Jin Yaming's face was gloomy. He looked at Zhao Leiting's face and realized what had happened. He looked at Meng Siqi again, whose stomachache seemed to have improved suddenly. His eyes were sinister and cold, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao Leiting, the eyeshadow pencil in his hand..."

Zhao Leiting and Tang Xiaochuan immediately became alert. Tang Xiaochuan stepped forward and said, "Hand it over."

Jin Yaming did not hand it over immediately. After a moment of silence, he slowly reached out his hand and placed it in Tang Xiaochuan's hand.

At that moment, Meng Siqi discovered that the crack in the middle of the eye shadow pencil had closed up, and it became a complete eye shadow pencil again. She also understood that the tip of this eye shadow pencil could be removed, and there was a sharp silver blade inside.

Tang Xiaochuan took the eyeshadow pencil and put it in the evidence bag. One person searched the front hall and the other searched the room. Meng Siqi quickly wiped off the makeup on her face with a wet towel.

Jin Yaming didn't move. He sat on the sofa next to the dressing table, looking at the mirror with a calm expression. He seemed to have accepted his fate and was also waiting for something.

Meng Siqi assisted Tang Xiaochuan in searching the room, but found nothing. The room was filled with photo frames of various sizes, as if a useless corpse had been abandoned.

The back of the room led to the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. She followed Tang Xiaochuan in and searched carefully, opening all the cabinet doors, lids, boxes, and even the bed and the bottom of the bed. It was just like an ordinary home environment, and there was nothing suspicious to find.

Suddenly, Zhao Leiting's voice came from the front hall: "Siqi, come and take a look."

Meng Siqi quickly put down the things in his hand and went to the front hall. Zhao Leiting was holding a registration book in his hand and he pointed to the information on one page of the paper.

This is the registration book for guest information and also the contract that Meng Siqi had filled out before. She saw the name "Hu Dingxiang" at a glance. There was also her handwritten home address on it. It should be the house she rented three months ago.

Hu Dingxiang did appear here and was eventually killed by Jin Yaming with an eyeshadow pencil.

Holding all the evidence, Meng Siqi got into the car ahead of time, put the evidence bag into the glove box, and was about to get out to pick them up.

Zhao Leiting and Tang Xiaochuan had already escorted Jin Yaming out of the photo studio.

At this moment, from the car window, Meng Siqi saw Song Xinran walking towards the photo studio. She staggered slightly and stopped in front of Zhao Leiting.

She looked at Jin Yaming who was handcuffed, her face showing a little anxiety and sorrow. Her pale red lips moved and she asked in confusion, "What happened to Yaming?"

Zhao Leiting replied: "It involves a homicide case. We are taking it back for investigation." He said murder directly instead of missing because they now have evidence of the murder weapon.

After hearing this, Song Xinran's eyelids drooped slightly, and the light in her eyes was dim. She and Jin Yaming looked at each other, and seemed a little unwilling: "Officer, you must be mistaken. How could Yaming kill someone?"

"Don't worry. We investigate cases based on evidence. If Jin Yaming is innocent, he will be released without charge."

Jin Yaming raised his head and looked at Song Xinran. He had been silent at first, but then the corners of his mouth slowly curved up. Meng Siqi interpreted that he seemed to be telling the other party that he would be fine.

The two looked at each other, communicating and comforting each other, but were soon interrupted by Zhao Leiting. Zhao Leiting pushed Jin Yaming's back and said, "Get in the car."

The moment Jin Yaming was pushed into the car, he still turned back stubbornly and looked at Song Xinran. His eyes were firm and full of concern for his girlfriend, and he was reluctant to leave.

Song Xinran's beautiful red lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself. It was not until Jin Yaming was locked in the car that she seemed to try hard to smooth out her frowning brows to make herself look less anxious.

Jin Yaming was taken back to the police station interrogation room. He was locked in a closed space and was about to be interrogated.