When I returned to the room and picked up the phone, a hoarse voice came from over there.
It's Captain Xing from the Municipal Bureau. He's calling here to inform the HK police of the test results - Nguyen Wen's hair sample and the hair sample collected from the Chiang Rai Resort Hotel belong to different individuals.
Lin Yue raised his heart for three days and put it back in his stomach. Regarding the movie "Wushuang", some viewers speculated that Ruan Wen was the painter. The evidence came from the painting on the last panel of the film. It was clear that the distant scenery was green, which reflected Ruan Wen. The painting turned bright red, which is somewhat related to the scene where Li Wen mixed the color-changing ink.
Lin Yue doesn't think so. The reason why the audience thinks so is that they don't know much about impressionism paintings. The purpose of impressionist painters' paintings is to use a large number of changes and collisions of color, light and shadow to achieve the effect of catching the audience's attention in a short time, and then Based on the work of their predecessors, the Impressionist painters placed more emphasis on the expression of subjective emotions, cognition, and thoughts, and did not necessarily follow a realistic approach.
The "green before the eyes and red in the painting" at the end of the film is just a projection of Ruan Wen's inner emotions. Because of this, it is too far-fetched to equate Ruan Wen with the painter. The DNA test results based on hair samples further reduced the possibility that Nguyen Van was a painter.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yue put on his coat and left the room. When he walked to the elevator, the car just opened, and standing opposite was Ms. Ruan with a canvas bag on her shoulder.
"What did you go to do?"
Ruan Wen asked, "Are you looking for me?"
Lin Yue nodded. There were no mobile phones in this era, so he was really worried about her.
"The assistant came over just now to deliver the air tickets and took away some of the paintings I had placed in the guest room. After that, I had breakfast with her and talked about work." She said as she walked away.
"Aren't you afraid that the 'painter' will be bad for you?" He followed Ruan Wen into room 3302.
The clothes rack was empty, and the drafts and letters on the coffee table were gone. There was a 24-inch black trolley suitcase near the door. It seemed that she had packed away her personal belongings last night.
Ruan Wen poured some boiling water into the tea cup and handed it to Lin Yue: "I think the security in the mainland is much better than that in HK. The 'painter' should not dare to do anything here."
Lin Yue took a sip of water: "Anyway, be careful and you won't make a big mistake. Don't do this kind of thing again when you get to Vancouver."
"Okay, I'll ask you for instructions on where to go from now on, Officer Lin."
"Speak as if you were my prisoner."
She held the blue and white porcelain cup and said with a smile: "Isn't it?"
"In this case, should I find a handcuff to cuff you on my wrist? Even if ten 'painters' come, they won't be able to take you away from me."
She said nothing, looking down at the green leaves floating in the teacup.
Lin Yue looked at the scale on his watch and said, "Let's go. The airport is in Chengyang District, so we'll have to spend a lot of time on the way."
Ruan Wen put down his teacup, picked up his sunglasses, put them on, and followed him outside.
…
The flight took nearly 20 hours from Qindao to HK and then transferred to Vancouver. Fortunately, Ruan Wen contacted the people in the HK office in advance and booked two business class tickets. The journey was not very tiring, and it was better than when we arrived. Economy class is much better.
It was close to noon in Vancouver when the two landed. Lin Yue found a phone booth to call the headquarters, and then took Ruan Wen to check into a nearby hotel.
He was in good health and in good spirits. He didn't need jet lag. Ruan Wen couldn't. He slept for five or six hours before getting rid of his fatigue. Towards the end of the evening, he ate some poutine that Lin Yue bought on the way after going to the city police station for help. French fries, and forced him to drive to the location of the studio.
Lin Yue refused to listen to her advice and had no choice but to follow her wishes and drive to the suburbs.
According to Ruan Wen, she lived in this city for nearly ten years until she met Luo Wen. She moved out of Vancouver in 1995 and lived in Paris, France for nearly a year before moving to HK.
She didn't say what happened next, and Lin Yue didn't ask.
When we arrived at our destination, the sun had not yet set, and its ambiguous light shone on the dilapidated tiles and deserted railway tracks.
This place is far away from the city, and you can see dilapidated buildings and deserted streets. The air is filled with the smell of smoke, dust and rust. When the wind blows, it will lift the clothes drying on the balconies of nearby houses and twist them in the light and shadow outlined by the corners of the buildings.
Ruan Wen walked into the overgrown alley and stood in front of an iron gate. He looked up at the dusty metal lampshade. It was empty and there was no light bulb inside.
She took out a bunch of keys from her canvas bag, unlocked the door, and gently pulled the handle.
There was a squeak.
The door that had been dusty for many days was opened, and in front of it was a wooden staircase, which was covered with dust like a metal lampshade.
Da da da.
The high heels tap lightly on the wooden board, stirring up fine dust.
Ruan Wen walked very slowly, just ten steps as long as ten years of life.
The second floor is her home in Vancouver, with the studio and living room in the front and the bedroom in the back.
Her delicate white fingers reached into the sunlight and pushed open the wooden door.
It happened that a train passed by on the rear track, and the clanging sound covered up the sound of the door shaft rubbing.
"In the first year after moving here, I would be awakened by the noise of passing trains every night. Sometimes I would get so crazy that I would put unused paintbrushes into my ears, thinking that this would help me sleep more peacefully. By the third year In 2000, I became accustomed to the sound of trains passing by on the tracks, and even the faint vibrations on the floor were as common as the rising and setting of the sun. Many years later, when I arrived in Paris and Hong Kong, I would find myself unable to sleep because the surroundings were too quiet."
Lin Yue retracted his gaze from the wooden door on the first floor and quickly walked into the living room.
The room had a stale smell from wooden furniture.
There are many letters on the table near the door, some from the tax department, some from the banking department, and self-recommendation letters from art dealers.
There are drawing boards and easels against the wall, a row of paintbrushes on the opposite side, and brushes and some small tools in the alley next to them.
Lin Yue took a look at the three-seat sofa, which was seriously peeling and peeling.
"How is it? How does it feel to come back here after 3 years?"
"It's like a lifetime ago."
"It feels like a lifetime ago?"
She nodded slightly.
Lin Yue picked up a portrait drawn at an unknown time: "Who is this person?"
"In the 1990s, there was an old man selling coffee and hot dogs in the alley. Since a group of bad boys robbed him of all his change one morning, he had never been here again. Three years later, I found that I couldn't remember his appearance. What’s it like? I’m always dissatisfied when I write and draw.”
"Tell me about you and Luo Wen."
Lin Yue pulled up a chair and sat down opposite the coffee table.
Ruan Wen stroked the dry and cracked rubber of the sofa with his hands, lowered his head and said, "We met at an art exhibition. He saw me standing in front of a painting called 'Nirvana' for a long time, so he came over to say hello to me. He said that it was his favorite painting in the whole exhibition hall. Then he said that I smelled of paint and asked me what I did. I said that I was a paint dealer. He said that it was just right. He needed two trucks. Do I have time to send it to him?"
She looked up with a smile, her eyes sparkling with tears.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"It doesn't matter."
She shook her disheveled hair: "It's all over."
The sun shines through the bars and kisses her face.
Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses: "Is Li Wen's residence on the first floor?"
Ruan Wen nodded: "There is also a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties."
"That should be Wu Xin, the old man from the Painter Group." He stood up and walked outside: "I'll go down and have a look."
Ruan Wen hesitated, walked to the door platform and looked towards the first floor, and happened to see Lin Yue kicking the door.
Just a "bang" sound was heard, dust was scattered, and the door locked.
"you……"
She wanted to ask Lin Yue if he had a search warrant, but she swallowed her words at the last moment.
Lin Yue glanced at her across the stairs and got into the shadow on the other side of the door frame. Ruan Wen shook his head and walked back to the studio.
The room was very empty.
There is no furniture, no equipment, no paper, pen or ink. Even the daily necessities are clean. There are only some dried bat droppings and rat droppings in the corner.
It appears that the "painter" emptied the house before leaving Canada.
Lin Yue searched around to no avail. He went up the stairs at the back to the balcony on the third floor. The first thing he saw were two skylights, which were designed to increase the lighting in the studio.
The door was locked from the inside. Lin Yue gently opened the latch and walked outside.
Woo~
A whistle sounded from behind.
The train traveled from far to near, drawing an arc on the railroad track on the other side of the house, and headed southeast.
Lin Yue watched the cars go away until the last car disappeared on the horizon. He turned and walked towards the stairs. When he passed the skylight on the east side, he suddenly noticed something stuffed in the corner of the gold-shaped skylight.
He knelt down, reached into the middle of the skylight, and took out the thing from the gap in the iron frame until he was almost lying on the ground.
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