Even if she was surprised, she didn't expect to see surprise on Ye Feng's face.
Ye Feng was shocked for a few seconds, and then said to Tan Wan: "That's a painting worth 300 million, and your friend can't afford it."
"Ah?" Tan Wan stared at Ye Feng with confusion, then looked at Li Jue, 3...300 million? ? ?
Isn't Li Jue afraid of being exposed when he makes up such a lie? !
Ye Feng laughed and said with a smile: "For collectors who have the capital to own "Ink and Wash Chenzhuang", I'm afraid my paintings won't catch the eye of Mr. Li, right?"
"The market value of fine art is not based on its market value, only its fate."
Seeing that Li Jue coped well and stabilized Ye Feng, he was about to start preparations.
According to what Li Dongliao said before, the first floor is the art exhibition, the second floor is the VIP reception room, and the third floor is Ye Feng's personal studio, which is where the body was found.
"Sorry to interrupt, where is the bathroom?"
"It's on the second floor. Just go up the stairs and turn left." Ye Feng was talking happily to Li Jue. He pointed in the direction and continued chatting with Li Jue, completely isolating the conversation between the two of them. Outside the chat room.
This situation is perfect for her. The more transparent she is, the better it will be for her.
"Thank you." Tan Wan walked around behind Ye Feng, secretly gave Li Jue a thumbs up gesture, and then trotted up the stairs.
There were three or four surveillance cameras on the first floor, but none were seen on the second floor.
Tan Wan did not stay on the second floor and went directly to the third floor.
There is a security door at the door on the third floor with an electronic lock.
The lock consists of a four-digit code.
I tried several passwords successively, first for Xu Lei’s birthday and then for Ye Feng’s birthday. After trying several passwords, they all failed.
Tan Wan felt frustrated, and the electronic lock warned her that she had two more chances to enter the password.
But actually it was only once for her.
What is it that allows Ye Feng to set his password...
Tanwan thought for a long time and finally entered a series of numbers. As the green light turned on, the door opened.
There are two rooms on the third floor, one large and one small. The larger room is the studio. The door of the smaller room is closed. On the door are the words "Painting Equipment Storage Room" written on it. Tanwan tried to twist the door handle of the storage room and found that Since it couldn't move, I didn't waste time on it and walked directly into the studio.
There is an easel in the corner of the studio, and several paintings are placed in the corner. They are leaning against the wall and placed randomly.
Tanwan took out his shoe covers and gloves from his pocket and walked into the studio.
Judging from the photos provided by Xu Lei, the place where Zhao Liang died was two meters away from the entrance.
Turning on the portable ultraviolet light, Tan Wan squatted on the ground and carefully checked for blood stains, carefully checking every inch of the ground.
As Li Dongliao wrote in his report, no blood was found where the deceased fell.
The police station used luminol reagent, while Tan Wan used ultraviolet light. Under the two methods of investigation, once there is blood dripping on the floor, it will definitely be revealed.
"There is no blood..." She temporarily put away the ultraviolet light, and then inspected the surroundings of the room.
The studio has a window on the east side, and below the window is a temporary garbage dump.
Looking from above, the garbage station is filled with black garbage bags. The garbage bags are piled together to form a hill shape.
On the wall below the window, there is an air conditioning compressor placed only half a meter away from the studio window.
Assuming that when Xu Lei discovered the victim's body, the murderer climbed through the window and hid on the air conditioner compressor, and took advantage of Xu Lei's break to make a phone call to drag the body out of the window and throw it away. Having so many garbage bags acting as soft cushions would reduce the risk of death. some sounds.
But I still had to do an experiment... Tan Wan stood by the bed, touching his chin and thinking quietly.
Although the height was not high, the body was covered in blood at the time, and the blood would inevitably spray to other places during the fall.
There is an extremely narrow alley next to the window.
It's not so much an alley as it is an aisle specially opened for the garbage station.
There were no residential buildings and no street lights. If it had been darker, there was a chance that witnesses would not spot him.
But how to explain the blood stains? Why did the murderer go to great lengths to transport the body when it was enough for him to escape? And what was his purpose in transporting the body?
Putting all that aside, just dealing with the bloodstains on the ground would be overwhelming in just 20 minutes.
It is basically impossible for this trick of killing people and hiding corpses to be successful as she thought.
While talking and thinking at night, my eyes unknowingly stopped at those paintings.
They were stored in the corner against the window.
The distance from the window to the door is about 5 meters. Judging from the position where the victim fell to the ground in the photo, it is in the center of the room facing the studio window.
In other words, the victim's blood is likely to splatter on the painting.
With this thought, Tan Wan turned on the ultraviolet light again.
The colors of the painting are bright and beautiful, and a lot of red paint is used. If a drop of red blood happens to fall on the red paint area, it will be extremely easy to deceive others.
Therefore, in order to see more clearly, Tanwan closed the curtains tightly.
There are about seven or eight paintings in the corner, and they are checked one by one on the canvas with an ultraviolet lamp.
There were no traces of blood spraying on the canvases of the outermost paintings. Just when Tan Wan was about to feel disheartened, a bright blue light swayed in front of him with the movement of the ultraviolet lamp. .
Tan Wan thought he had seen it wrong, so he used the ultraviolet light to shine it again.
Not on canvas, but on the ground.
On the floor blocked by the seven or eight paintings, there was a circular blood stain.
The blood stain appears to be dripping, and based on the size of the halo of the blood stain, the height of the drip can be judged.
The height of the window is about 1.68 meters. Could it be that the blood stains fell when the murderer transported the body through the window?
She took out a large-headed cotton swab, wiped it vigorously on the area with blood reaction, and stored it in a sterile and clean sample bag.
Then I heard the receptionist calling from downstairs: "Ms. Tan, are you in the toilet? The boss saw you staying in there for a long time and asked me to come and take a look."
The receptionist's voice came from below the window, but there was no one in the toilet at this moment. There was no answer in silence.
Oops, Tan Wan frowned slightly.
She glanced at the time on her phone. It had only been fifteen minutes since she left Ye Feng's sight. He was really vigilant, seizing the time to let his employees come to find her.
Tanwan remembered that the toilet on the second floor was directly below the studio. Looking from the window of the studio, the window of the toilet on the second floor was directly below it.
As the receptionist's voice kept shouting, Tanwan rolled up his sleeves and turned over to the outside of the window.
In order not to damage the possible footprints on the air conditioner, she avoided the air conditioner compressor and instead swung her body onto the shelf of the air conditioner. She used the sewer pipe next to it to jump into the second floor window.
She jumped on the marble tiles of the bathroom stall, making an inevitable splat sound.
"Miss Tan, Miss Tan?? Are you okay?? I want to come in."
Without waiting for the receptionist to open the door, Tan Wan opened the door from the toilet.
She panted slightly and looked at the people waiting outside. Ye Feng was also there.
"Boss Ye, are you also interested in other people going to the toilet?" Tan Wan said with a smile.
Ye Feng glanced inside the women's restroom and saw that the window was open and the wind was blowing inside.
"Officer Tan is still so joking." Ye Feng did not pursue the issue of how strange women go to the toilet. "I've finished chatting with your friend, please come this way."
Under the guidance of the receptionist, Tan Wan walked downstairs.
After the two left, the smile on Ye Feng's face disappeared.
He walked into the women's room, stuck his head out the window and looked up and down before leaving.
