Chapter 282

"But I don't think the things I arranged aren't art."

When catching the person, the photos the man had drawn actually came in two sets—one arranged by Chen Fan, and one sketch he had arranged himself.

Chen Fan said, "But you just aren't artistic enough. Back then, you art-exam students—if you take away some of the so-called rich people, most of you actually got in on your own real talent. You didn't get in, so you deny the teacher's eye for talent. Please, does darkness really exist everywhere in the world?"

"Where am I lacking?"

Chen Fan said, "Lacking is lacking, just like your life—you're simply lacking. You could actually have raped a woman, but your handprint is too severe, so there's no way to carry it out. Only by playing with yourself can you get what you want."

"You're talking nonsense."

"Take the first case, for example. The first woman—you pressed her onto the bed at the time, but you found you simply couldn't perform. The woman didn't keep resisting; instead she looked at you with mockery. At that moment, you panicked. You panicked more than anyone. You couldn't swallow the anger, so you killed that woman."

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense, I didn't. That woman was asking to die herself. I just wanted to kill her."

Li Tian didn't stop him, but lit a cigarette, happily drinking hot water. So comfortable.

Damn, he just loved watching Chen Fan torment the killer like this.

"Right, let me say one more thing. You actually went to that woman's house, because you had money, but you had failed the exam. The woman wanted to comfort you, cook for you, but you mistakenly thought she wanted to have sex. The woman resisted, but when she found you couldn't perform, her expectations were gone too."

The man tried to get up, but was pressed down by Zhang Tianxiong.

Zhang Tianxiong wished the guy would break free and attack him, so he could solve this person with a single shot.

The man said, "It's not like that, it's not like that."

"And also, I'm guessing the reason you dressed up like this is your last bit of stubbornness. Your parents tried to persuade you to give up, but you insisted on persisting. You weren't persisting in painting—you were just finding an excuse to spend your family's money at ease, so you could feel justified being a waste."

The man couldn't take it anymore and went straight to kick Chen Fan.

But Zhang Tianxiong pressed him right down onto the table.

The force was a bit heavy, and it shocked the man directly.

"See? Zhang Tianxiong is the real man. A man like this—if he pressed a woman down, how happy that woman would be. But you can't. You're physically weak. You can't even pick a woman up. You can meet them, but you don't dare get into bed with these women. You can only, in the name of art, get these women to paint for you, and then—you spike their water glasses."

The man's eyes went blank. He looked at Chen Fan and said, "How did you know?"

"Footprints. The footprints were too neat. You really think we didn't find evidence? How's the stream? We recorded all the footprints at the scene, we just didn't say anything."

"Then why did you arrange those women?"

Chen Fan said, "Simply to disgust you. Let me tell you—you're really trash. Even at crime, you're extremely trash. Your so-called art only makes people laugh at you. Those paintings at your home—are you hoping they can sell for a lot of money?"

The man didn't speak.

"Let me tell you—impossible. Your works can't be sold, no one will buy them. None of them are art."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he left the interrogation room.

The rest was left to Li Tian to handle.

The audience watched the time, momentarily at a loss. What happened today was really too bizarre.

And Lei Zi brought everyone a song, called "Painting."

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It was an original song Lei Zi had written before, used as the closing work.

Lei Zi's painting is about hope, about longing for a beautiful life. Only this person's painting is just a safe harbor for his own wastefulness.

Meanwhile, at the dinner table, everyone gathered together. This time, the one paying was Old Song. Old Song proactively brought over two silly chickens for everyone to eat.

Chen Fan took a sip of chicken soup and said, "A warm welcome, drink up, drink up."

They ate and drank quickly, then Chen Fan ran off. He couldn't stay up late anymore—one more all-nighter and he'd drop dead from exhaustion.

So before nine o'clock, Chen Fan went to rest, and turned off the stream.

Everyone gathered together. Lei Zi said, "Did that person confess everything?"

Qin Ming said, "Yeah, confessed, confessed everything. And we also discovered something else—this guy collected these people's hair. Although there's only one strand each, it's still quite shocking."

Sister Yuanyuan said, "Ah, that really is pretty perverted. By the way, why did Chen Fan say his works aren't worth money? I didn't get it."

Sigh.

Qin Ming sighed helplessly and said, "Because of the stream. Because some people really will collect them, and now someone has already reached out."

Reached out?

"These things don't count as physical evidence or anything, so there's no way for us to take them away. Even if we did, there's nowhere to put them. So they can only be left for this kid's parents to use however they want. And these works—right now, someone has already paid to buy some of them."

Paid to buy them?

Sister Yuanyuan said, "Why?"

Qin Ming said, "Who knows, but it's happening. And one painting was priced at a million. Like Qu Yiling said at the very beginning, the first work Chen Fan made—that person had raped a woman, but a lot of people call this person a master."

This is the ugliest side of human nature, I suppose.

The people at the dinner table knew Chen Fan was trying to stop it, but he didn't succeed. These works were still sold.

The malice in this world is always growing.

Meanwhile, Old Liu said, "Qin Ming, I have another piece of news."

News?

Qin Ming said, "Don't tell me—"

Old Liu said, "This kid's parents gave all the money from selling the paintings to the victims' families. They didn't have to do this, but they were willing to take on this debt."

But this money was made using their own daughter's body—what's the point of money that comes back?

At this moment, some people were standing over in the hallway.

Old Liu said, "Over there, I'll take you."

Several parents walked back up to the autopsy table, looking at their daughter's body. This time, it might be the last time they'd see her.

Because next she would be cremated, becoming only ashes.

Some families had even gotten new children. The new children didn't know about this. The child only knew—I used to have an older sister, but sister went to a very, very far away place, to protect herself.

"Malice—humans have always had it. No matter how bright the world is, malice always exists like a shadow, forever."

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