Chapter 124 Death of the Virgin: Evidence in the Painting

"But he is an autistic patient." Xiao

Zhang said. Shen Xinyin asked: "Who is the author of the painting?"

"Lin Qianyan, Jiang Yun's son." Chen Xue said.

Shen Xinyin's hand that was flipping through the painting paused. She looked at the painting carefully and then showed it to others: "Does the person in the painting look like Xiao Mian?"

The content of the painting was: a girl lying in a pool of blood, her hands and feet were chopped off, her facial features were very clear, and she looked a bit like Mu Mian.

Everyone was silent, because it really looked like Mu Mian, and a photo of Mu Mian was found in Lin Qianyan's room. Lin Qianyan knew what Mu Mian looked like, so this was definitely not a coincidence. But they didn't understand why this autistic child would be so hostile to Mu Mian?

"Why did he paint me like this?" Mu Mian said dissatisfiedly, "I didn't offend him!"

After checking the surveillance video for a whole day, they finally found a suspicious person: Li Min, the acting director of "Stars Home". Every few days, she would bring Yuanyuan and follow Teacher Jiang to the villa. Sometimes it was Director Zhang who brought Yuanyuan. But Yuanyuan came very frequently.

Li Min used to be a therapist in Teacher Jiang's institution. After she resigned, she volunteered at "Stars Home" to help the autistic children there with pre-treatment. She is very responsible at work and is very popular with the children.

"Sister Chen, what are they doing here?" Fang Rui pointed at Li Min and Yuanyuan in the surveillance video and asked the Lin family's nanny.

"Yuanyuan came to play with Yanyan. Ms. Jiang was afraid that he would be lonely, so she would occasionally invite the children from the welfare home to come and play. Yanyan didn't like those children, but he liked Yuanyuan very much."

Li Min was one of the few people besides Teacher Jiang who had contact with two children at the same time. Now that Teacher Jiang was attacked, she was the most likely suspect.

"But how can we prove that she seduced Yuanyuan and Yanyan to kill people? It's hard to leave evidence for verbal seduction." Xiao Zhang sighed.

"Yes, and Yuanyuan and Yanyan's situations are special. They are both children. Even if they pointed out that it was Li Min who told them that the knife was a magic wand, this confession may not count. We must have substantial evidence." Chen Xue said.

Fang Rui first asked Xiao Zhang and Xiao Wang to go to the welfare home to get the paintings and words that Li Min had drawn.

He and Mu Mian were piecing together the torn paintings in the office.

There was a thick pile of scraps of paper in the cookie box, and the paintings were torn into pieces, so it was difficult to piece them together again, but fortunately Mu Mian was very good at puzzles.

Fang Rui gave her the paper, and Mu Mian matched the position of the paper according to the shape of the edge and the content of the paper.

After each painting was pieced together, it was sealed with plastic wrap to prevent it from being messed up.

After working until late at night, Mu Mian and his team finally finished piecing together all the pieces of paper, a total of thirty-nine paintings.

"Finally finished. I won't want to do jigsaw puzzles for a long time, except for corpses." Mu Mian took off his gloves and rubbed his sore eyes. "Judging from the painting style, these paintings should be painted by two people."

Those paintings have been divided into two stacks according to the brushwork and style. One stack is very thick, with thirty-five pictures, and the other stack has only six pictures.

The thirty-five paintings should be painted by Yuanyuan, and the brushwork is not very mature.

In addition, the style of the west painting is very similar to Yuanyuan's, both are fairy tale style, with smooth lines and reasonable color matching, but the painting skills are very mature.

Fang Rui picked up one of the six paintings. The painting was very empty, with only a fruit knife on it.

The other painting showed a hand holding a knife and inserting it into a woman's chest, and the splashing blood was painted as a red magic effect.

There is also a similar painting in the stack of thirty-five pictures. The content of the painting was: a boy holding a fruit knife, stabbing a woman's chest, but there was no blood on it.

The woman had a face they were familiar with.

Fang Rui invited Li Min to the interrogation room.

Li Min sat on the chair, and she asked puzzledly: "Comrade police, I'm not a prisoner, there is no need to take notes in a place like this?"

Xiao Zhang did not answer her question, "Ms. Li, do you know Lin Qianyan?"

Li Min thought about it, and she asked: "Do you mean Yanyan? Yes, I occasionally take Yuanyuan to play with him. His mother often donates to our welfare home."

"Do you know what a magic wand is?"

"Why do you ask that? The magic wand is used to cast magic."

"If we find a more professional hypnotist to hypnotize Yuanyuan, do you think he will remember the person who told him that the knife was a magic wand?" Fang Rui said.

"Probably! But how can you be sure that Yuanyuan is telling the truth after hypnosis? Children love to lie."

"Ms. Li, you told Yuanyuan and Yanyan that the fruit knife is a magic wand, and that you can revive the dead by stabbing it into the human body, right?"

Li Min showed a helpless expression, "Comrade police, you have too rich imaginations. These two children are autistic, but they are not fools. How can they believe such nonsense?"

"What if someone lets them see it with their own eyes?" Fang Rui put a painting in front of Li Min, "You performed it for them in person, right?"

The content of the painting is that Li Min fell to the ground, and the boy stabbed the knife into her chest, but there was no blood on the wound. The knife should be a retractable knife.

"This is a painting drawn by a child. What can it prove?" Li Min took a look at the painting, quickly looked away, and defended herself.

"How do you know this is a child's painting?" Fang Rui asked.

"I've studied art therapy and I know this very well. From the analysis of lines, composition and brushwork, this should be a child's painting."

"In that case, why didn't you see that this was Yuanyuan's painting? You've been with Yuanyuan for a long time, can't you see that this is his painting?" Fang Rui continued to question. "

Of course I can see that this is Yuanyuan's painting. Police comrade, we don't need to get entangled in these issues. Children's paintings will confuse reality and imagination, and there is no way to use them as evidence to infer the truth of the case." Li Min's tone was very calm, as if he was sure that Fang Rui and his team could not find evidence.

"Children's paintings don't count, what about adults'?"

Fang Rui took out the western painting again and placed it in front of Li Min.

Li Min's pupils dilated instantly, and she looked at the paintings in disbelief. She had clearly torn up these paintings and thrown them away, so how did they appear here again? The garbage should have been thrown away long ago. Did the police go to the garbage disposal plant and dig these things out again?

"The technical department has compared them. The brushwork and the way the lines are drawn in these paintings match your painting brushwork. These paintings are painted by you."

Li Min leaned back and said calmly: "Why can't these paintings be painted by others imitating my painting style? The brushwork is very easy to imitate. The paintings of those famous artists can be imitated so that it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, so my paintings are even easier to imitate. What can this prove?"

"But there are your fingerprints on these paintings." Fang Rui said.