Teng Jie's study room is carefully decorated. Two large bookshelves are embedded in two walls, and all the books are arranged in an orderly manner.
At a glance, Bai Mo found that one of the bookshelves was almost full of books on criminal investigation and criminal psychology, and the other bookshelf was full of all kinds of psychology.
Finally, Bai Mo's eyes stopped at the paintings on the other wall. There were three paintings hanging on the wall.
When Bai Mo came to the painting, he could tell at a glance that the first painting was an authentic work by a certain Italian painter. Although he was not a world-famous painter, he was worth more than one million.
The first painting and the second painting are separated by an ornament. This is a modern realistic painting, which depicts a mountain forest with several tourists in the forest.
This is a miraculous hand-painted painting that is being circulated nowadays. At first glance, it looks like a photo. Fortunately, Bai Mo is a professional, so he can tell at a glance that this is a painting.
This person's technique is very delicate. People from different distances display different light and shadow effects. He grasps it very well.
Bai Mo squeezed his eyes hard, trying to dispel the alcohol in his mind.
"What's wrong?" Teng Jie asked after taking a sip of beer.
Bai Mo shook his head slowly, "This person has a strong ability to capture details. The way he writes is different from ordinary people, but he can't see the flaws. It should be said that he should be an accomplished painter, but I can't see that this is Which master painted it."
"This was painted by an old gentleman in China. He is famous for his ink painting. He has only started to transform in recent years. If you see his original works, you may know him." Teng Jie did not name the old gentleman. Name, it seems that Teng Jie doesn't want others to know the old gentleman's name.
Bai Mo hummed. He didn't ask for the author's name and came to the front of the third painting.
"This painting is also by that old gentleman." Teng Jie said, "This is also the painting I asked you to help appreciate."
Bai Mo looked back at Teng Jie and said, "These two paintings are indeed by the same person. As I said just now, this painter's technique is very good and is definitely at the level of an art exhibition."
Teng Jie raised the bottle in his hand, took a sip of beer and explained: "I'm not asking you to appreciate the technique of the painting, I'm asking you to help me look at the content of the painting."
What is the painting about?
Bai Mo returned his gaze to the painting again in confusion.
"You can also see the skill of this old gentleman through the second painting. It took him nearly a year to create the third painting." Teng Jie's voice got closer and closer, and he had already arrived behind Bai Mo. , "This painting is the cover of a book of mine called "The Last Supper."
This painting depicts a family eating together. There are two old people, two middle-aged people, a young woman, and a child.
Teng Jie said: "In the painting are the grandparents, the husband and wife, the husband's sister, and the eight-year-old son. One of the dishes in this meal is poisonous, and the poisoner is in it. After this meal, there is only poison." The poisonous people survived.”
Bai Mo knew that Teng Jie was introducing the background of the painting to him, so he nodded slightly in response.
Teng Jie took a deep breath, "The reason why I have been painting this painting for a year is because I have never been satisfied with the details in the painting. The old gentleman is a good friend of mine, so he has been helping me revise it, and finally I have this version. So Let me tell you! The scene shown in this painting is exactly what I imagined, and everyone’s expressions are particularly spot-on.”
"So!" Bai Mo already understood what Teng Jie meant, "You want to see if I can find the person who poisoned you?"
"Yes!" Teng Jie came to Bai Mo's side and looked intently into Bai Mo's eyes, "Lu Wan tried it but failed. She said no one would be able to find her, but I always felt that someone would be able to find her. "
This is also a friendly reminder that Lu Wan would definitely look for someone to solve the case, but it was obviously unsuccessful.
Bai Mo said nothing. He had never read the book written by Teng Jie and had no idea what the book was about. There was a person in the family who poisoned other relatives. It was obviously a crime novel.
Bai Mo's eyes swept over everyone's face. The painter's technique was indeed exquisite. Everyone's eyes were different, and they all seemed to hide a secret.
Suddenly, Bai Mo's eyebrows twitched, and he looked a little surprised.
How could it be her?
Without any basis or analysis, after reading everyone's expressions and eyes, Bai Mo's heart had already given him the answer, the poisoner was his wife.
There was no regret or panic in the wife's eyes. On the contrary, her eyes were the most normal among these people. Even the eight-year-old child seemed to be hiding a secret that he didn't want adults to know.
From a human nature point of view, Bai Mo could not accept that the murderer was his wife and that everyone else was dead, including the children.
How could a mother attack her own child?
A picture suddenly flashed through Bai Mo's mind - that year when he was ten years old, a truck was rushing towards him at high speed. His mother burst out with a speed far beyond normal and rushed over first, pushing Bai Mo away... ····
"You seem to have the answer?" Teng Jie asked softly.
Bai Mo slowly pointed his finger at his wife in the painting, and said with blank certainty: "It's her!"
Teng Jie's fingers unconsciously rubbed the mouth of the small wine bottle. He was even more surprised than Bai Mo at the moment, but he soon smiled in relief.
"I'm just telling you! Someone must be able to find the murderer. This may have something to do with you being a painter!" As he said that, Teng Jie touched his own bottle with Bai Mo's, and then drank the beer in the bottle. And done.
Bai Mo, who had always resisted drinking, drank almost a whole bottle of beer. He asked in a low voice: "Why did she poison other relatives?"
Teng Jie smiled mysteriously, "If you want to know, just wait until my new book is released next month and go buy a copy on site!"
Bai Mo curled his lips. He strongly suspected that Teng Jie was trying to whet his appetite in order to trick Bai Mo into buying books next month.
Turning his head and looking at the painting, Teng Jie took a long breath, "To be honest, I was hesitant to use this painting as a cover before today, because I was worried that, as Lu Wan said, no one could Find out who the murderer is by looking at the cover."
"Is this important?" Bai Mo asked curiously.
"It's very important!" Teng Jie said meaningfully, "You can find the murderer, which means that the scene represented in this painting is well-founded. In this way, when readers read the entire book and then look back at the cover, they will have I feel like 'she is indeed the murderer'."
Bai Mo wanted to say something more, but a strong sense of dizziness suddenly struck him, and Bai Mo's consciousness began to blur.
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In the dead of night, after washing, Teng Jie came to the bed and sat down.
Concubine Lu Wan, wearing a nightgown, lay on her side on the bed like a drunken woman, casually watching a movie on her tablet.
Teng Jie kissed Lu Wan on the face and whispered softly in her ear: "Shall you sleep?"
Lu Wan was still very drunk, and you could tell by his blurred eyes. Before Lu Wan could agree, Teng Jie put the tablet away, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down on the bed.
There was darkness in the bedroom. Lu Wan quietly climbed on top of Teng Jie and put half of her face on Teng Jie's chest.
"Do you see what you did to Bai Mo today?" Lu Wan murmured. Bai Mo finally fell asleep and it was Zeng Hao and Peng Yuetao who carried him away.
Thinking about the way Bai Mo almost fell to the ground, Teng Jie laughed, "How did I know he was such a bad drinker?"
"Indeed!" Lu Wan changed her position, facing the ceiling and resting her head on Teng Jie's chest, "It's too far behind Bai Ju. Since he inherited Bai Ju's talent for solving crimes, why didn't he inherit Bai Ju's Qianbei Bufu? ?”
Talking about his talent for solving crimes, Lu Wan raised her hand and squeezed Teng Jie, "Did he find the murderer in that painting?"
"Found it." Tengjie said.
"Sure enough, he inherited Bai Ju's talent." Lu Wan said with emotion, "And it's a painting, which happens to be his best field, so it's normal to find it."
Teng Jie didn't say anything. He could see that Lu Wan had not sobered up yet, and just accepted what he said based on instinct.
You know, Lu Wan used all his methods when he studied that painting.
According to normal thinking and logic, the first thing to be eliminated among the six people is naturally the child, followed by the wife. According to common sense, a mother will never attack her own child.
Lu Wan suspected that it was her husband or her husband's sister. Finally, through the micro-expressions and other hints in the painting, she thought it was her husband's sister.
When Lu Wan found out that the murderer was his wife, her reaction was even more violent than Bai Mo's. Fortunately, as Teng Jie's wife, she had absolute priority. After reading Teng Jie's manuscript, Lu Wan finally understood the twists and turns of the family's story. .
If Lu Wan was sober, she would be surprised that Bai Mo could find the murderer. Of course, Teng Jie was not surprised. He always felt that someone could find the murderer at a glance.
The so-called appearance comes from the heart. The expression of his wife shown in the painting is exactly the same as what Teng Jie imagined. The design of this expression is based on his attainments in psychology, so he asked the old gentleman to constantly modify it.
Just like some powerful actors, they can express their identity and position through expressions during performances.
Of course, this is just a novel, and the painting is just a cover.
"That's right!" Lu Wan suddenly said, "Didn't you help me complete the painting homework before? I remember that this homework was assigned yesterday. You always insisted that the homework should be completed as soon as possible. Why did you do this this time? Did you put it off until today?"
Teng Jie gently stroked Lu Wan's belly with his hand. He organized his words a little and said softly: "Because I want to see Bai Mo's painting ability."
Teng Jie is still a psychiatrist. After learning about Bai Mo's performance when solving the case that day, Teng Jie suddenly felt a very uncomfortable feeling. His intuition told him that Bai Mo might have a mental problem.
Naturally, this kind of thing cannot be said directly, or it is not yet time to say it. After all, Bai Mo is currently very normal in everyone's eyes, and he even helped the police detect serial murder cases.
So Teng Jie deliberately asked Lu Wan to invite everyone to his home for the purpose of getting in touch with Bai Mo and making a preliminary psychological evaluation of him.
Quiet painting work is the first step. This is not a test of Bai Mo's painting ability, but his choice when painting.
Jingjing depicts a happy and warm scene, and the color selection is naturally dominated by warm tones.
Bai Mo not only used warm colors as the main color, but also added sunset and footprints on the beach, filling the picture with a warm feeling through careful design.
Therefore, when Teng Jie saw Bai Mo's watercolor paintings, he showed a surprised expression. Judging from this alone, Bai Mo not only has no psychological problems, but he is also a person who loves life.
The second step of the test was Bai Mo's performance at the wine table. Except for Teng Jie and Jingjing, everyone present was a criminal police officer. Everyone could see Bai Mo's hesitation and bitterness when he picked up the wine glass.
Bai Mo is obviously not good at drinking, but he still drinks hard, which proves that he is trying to integrate into the group, which also shows that there is no problem with his psychology.
The last step is of course the painting "The Last Supper".
Just when Teng Jie thought that Bai Mo would choose her husband's sister through careful consideration like Lu Wan, Bai Mo actually found his wife after just looking at her for a minute.
At that moment, Teng Jie was confused. Bai Mo's performance gave him a strong sense of contradiction.
But as Lu Wan said, Bai Mo's way of finding the murderer may have relied on his talent in painting, so Teng Jie hasn't made a conclusion yet.
"Huh..." Teng Jie let out a long sigh. He had no ill intentions towards Bai Mo. The reason why he evaluated Bai Mo's psychology was just because he was Lu Wan's subordinate and the student of Lu Wan's mentor.
If Bai Mo has a psychological problem, he can help treat it.
Just looking at Bai Mo's current performance, Teng Jie can't draw any bad conclusions.
"If you have time, can Zeng Hao and the others go to my clinic for a formal psychological evaluation?" Teng Jie said softly, "They are fighting on the front line every day and they need a psychiatrist."
In the darkness, Lu Wan did not respond. Listening to her even breathing, she was obviously asleep.
Teng Jie smiled helplessly, "I hope he is really a genius in solving crimes!"
