Chapter 1205: Locked
Samuel's portrait has been assigned to the various police officers, and it is still being searched undercovered.
Qian Cangyi had already prepaid half of the money to buy the clues to the "Buried Bone Wilderness" route.
Sander is trying to get more information.
A week passed.
There is a banyan tree with a thick trunk on the north side of East Beacon City, and children in the neighborhood often come here to play.
Nicholas would occasionally meet with his companions near the banyan tree.
"Didn't you see him?" Nicholas asked his companion in front of him.
Even though Qian Cangyi didn't let him continue to participate in the search, he still got the news from the police.
Samuel. Fergus and his physiognomy.
Pierce's death made Nicholas furious.
His sense of justice drove him to do it all.
"Nope." Nicholas's companion shook his head.
Nicholas frowned, took out the portrait from his body, and opened it.
The portrait is Samuel's face.
It's not a face that comes out of nowhere.
Even if they don't bother to look for it, once they have seen it, they will definitely be impressed by this face.
At this time, a cute little girl in the distance ran over and said to several people:
"Someone just said let you go and have a look."
"He said he had something for you."
The little girl was about to run away, but was stopped by Nicholas.
"What does he look like? Is that so? Nicholas showed the portrait in his hand to the little girl.
"It's not." The little girl shook her head.
"Oh, over there?" Nicholas pointed to the banyan tree not far from with his right hand.
It was a meadow with a few dead trees that had no leaves.
"Hmm." The little girl nodded.
"I see." Nicholas nodded.
After the little girl had left, Nicholas's companion asked:
"Shall we go over and have a look?"
"Go." Nicholas was not going to let go of this opportunity.
Nicholas walked towards the place where the dead tree was.
"Don't go."
Nicholas suddenly heard such a sentence.
"Mr. Marshall?" Nicholas glanced back and found no one.
"What's wrong?" His companion asked.
"Nothing......" Nicholas shook his head and moved on.
……
Qian Cangyi and Robert were sitting in the carriage, and they were rushing to the north side of East Beacon City.
The area around the dead tree has been cordoned off by the police.
The scene of the crime remained unchanged.
In fact, the police did not dare to move.
As soon as Qian Cang crossed the cordon, he came to the dead tree.
Under the dead tree is a familiar painting.
Samuel's painting.
In the painting is a red tree, and the branches of this tree are trying to reach out of the painting.
In front of the painting, several children are hanging from dead trees, not from suffocation or broken cervical vertebrae.
The children's bodies have become completely stiff and have become trees.
You can't see it from the outside, but you can feel it just by touching it.
The child's mouth was open, his eyes bulged out, and his expression of fear and panic was frozen in the moment before he died.
They wanted to ask for help, their legs were still running, but they couldn't change anything.
Nicholas is among these children.
Qian Cangyi reached out and picked up the painting, then flipped it over to look at the back.
"Samuel. Fergus. ”
"The Crimson Tree."
"The 02nd work of the exhibition of life."
"Giving to the remorse who have gone astray."
It is another work of life exhibition.
Compared to the previous two times, this time the purpose is even stronger.
After questioning the children in the vicinity, the police confirmed the little girl's account.
Not long ago, a man with a black hood found the little girl and asked the little girl to tell Nicholas to go to the location of the dead tree.
"It's murder!" Robert clenched his hands into fists, clenched his teeth, and then slammed his fist into the dead tree.
"It's also a threat." Qian Cangyi put down "The Scarlet Tree", clapped his hands, and turned his head to look into the distance.
The solid walls of the inner city stand out.
Qian Cang's mind was full of thoughts.
How many paintings are there in the exhibition of life?
Why did you deliberately take it out to kill people?
Even if it's to threaten me, there is a better way, and there is no need to be so troublesome, unless...... The event itself has a special significance.
From the clues I know, doing this should be related to the exhibition of life.
The Exhibition of Life......
Qian Cang's eyes were deep, and he turned to Robert and said:
"We've got to get up to speed."
"Robert, I think I already know where the exhibition of life is going to be."
Robert was stunned for a moment and asked:
"Where?"
Qian Cangyi tapped the ground with his right foot and said:
"From the very beginning, we fell into a misunderstanding."
"We've always wanted to participate in the Life Fair, but we've missed a very important point."
"The exhibition of life has already begun."
"The location, right at our feet."
Robert glanced down, suddenly understood, and said:
"You mean East Beacon City?"
Qian Cang nodded and said:
"That's right."
"The location of the exhibition is right at our feet."
"The paintings in the exhibition are right in front of us."
"The painting is not the content of the exhibition, the text behind the painting is more like a nameplate, the real content of the exhibition is Samuel's painting plus 'they'......"
Qian Cangichi fixed his eyes on Nicholas's corpse, and then began to retreat, observing it all from a farther perspective.
Samuel's paintings, as well as the corpses of Nicholas and others, make up a new painting.
Each painting will be integrated with the life that has been seen.
The breeze blew through his ears, but it sent chills down the backs of the police officers present.
……
East Beacon City Police Station.
Office of the Director.
"Are you crazy!" Merman slapped the table with his right hand.
Qian Cang crossed his index fingers with both hands and placed them on the table, he looked up at Merman and said:
"There are three groups of people looking for Samuel right now, one is your police officer, one is Sander's network, and the other is the children who are active everywhere."
"The active areas of these three groups are all outside the city."
"Sander said that Samuel was in and out of high society from time to time."
"I think you should know what that means."
"Add all of this together, and Samuel's hiding place has been reduced by four-fifths."
Qian Cang's tone was calm.
He had just made a small request to Merman - a massive search of the inner city.
Compared with the dense and prosperous outer city, the houses in the inner city are very spaced apart, and there is a large amount of green vegetation, so the search is much smaller.
The only problem is that the inner city is full of nobles in East Beacon City, and these nobles can be said to control many resources in East Beacon City and have a very high voice.
The entire East Beacon City is full of people who are short of money, as long as these nobles are willing, they secretly issue a bounty order, and some are outlaws who take orders.
"I won't let you do this without the mayor's permission, and the inner city guards alone can easily control the officers." Merman continued to persuade.
"I'll go find him." Qian Cang left together.
The mayor of the East Beacon city is named Danvers. Griffin is a sturdy and handsome middle-aged man with frequent scandals.
In East Beacon City, Merman's position is only slightly smaller than that of the mayor, and can even be considered the same level.
The point is that the parts managed by the two are different.
Merman is primarily responsible for maintaining stability in East Beacon City, while the mayor of East Beacon City is primarily responsible for the economy.
Both positions are appointed by the Holy See.
It stands to reason that the letters brought by Qian Cangichi can be effective for Merman, and naturally it will also be useful for Danvers.
Actually, it can't be done, because East Beacon City has its own rules.
For example, the guards of the inner city were supposed to be in charge of Merman, but Danvers himself formed a group of internal guards to be responsible for the guards of the inner city.
At this time, a police officer knocked on the door.
"Wait." Merman was a little impatient.
"Director, we've found a new painting." The officer's tone was anxious.
……
"Tonight, the exhibition of life will be completed."
A cold voice rang out in the dimly lit room.
The faint light in the corner of the room was the only light in sight.
Samuel sat in front of the canvas, his eyes covered by a black cloth.
On the canvas, a new painting is halfway finished.
The earth in the painting has been torn apart, as if some kind of terrifying presence is about to emerge from the ground.
In the corner of the room, another person was turning his head to look at the door.
The man clasped his hands on his chest, his back to the wall, and was silent.
It wasn't until Samuel removed the black cloth that covered his eyes that he spoke:
"As a reward for your successful theft of the manuscript, I will assist you in completing the exhibition of life."
"The first few times I asked you what the exhibition of life meant to you, and you rejected me directly, so what about this time?"
"You're going to finish the exhibition of life today, what will happen then?"
After saying this, the man turned his gaze to Samuel's unfinished painting.
Samuel's eyes were full of yearning when he looked at the painting in front of him, as if he was looking at another world.
"Still not?" The man leaning against the wall spoke with some disappointment.
"If time is a river, then we are insignificant droplets in the river." Samuel replied.
His voice was cold and unforgiving, without any ups and downs, and then he lifted his brush again and continued to finish the painting in front of him.
"So?" The man leaning against the wall raised an eyebrow and waited for Samuel to continue.
Samuel pressed his face to the canvas, and the brush in his right hand traced the cracks in the painting, and said:
"I could feel them since I was a child."
"The world is far from what we see."
"People are limited by their senses and cannot peek into the truth of the world, which is human beings protecting themselves."
"I thought I was going to be as meaningless as the rest of the droplets, disappearing into the river in just a few decades."
"It wasn't until the last few years that my senses became clearer and clearer and I was even able to touch their presence."
"I think maybe there's one thing worth doing, and that's to show the truth about the world in front of people."
"Life should have meaning."
Samuel said this, suddenly looking up at the ceiling.
His eyes were full of anticipation and yearning.
"It's coming!" Samuel said happily.
"What's coming?" The people leaning against the wall suddenly became vigilant.
"You go, I'll call you in the evening." Samuel had lost interest in answering questions.
The man leaning against the wall didn't say much, opened the door and walked out.
Outside the door, the sun was shining.
Separated by one door, it is like two worlds.
……
Merman led most of the police into the inner city, and was able to arrange for the guards of the inner city.
In the mayor's office, Danvers is talking to Kankuraichi.
The search of the inner city has been decided, and it is only time to finalize some details.
"Will the Pope do what Father Marshall says?" Danvers was puzzled.
"Definitely." Qian Cang nodded.
"When this matter is over, the outer city will also be handed over to me to take care of?" Danvers reconfirmed.
"Yes, to be exact, it will give you control of the entire Eastern Beacon City, and Merman will be your subordinate." Qian Cang smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"It's a pleasure to work with." Danvers raised his glass.
"It's a pleasure to work with." Qian Cang nodded.
In order to convince Danvers, Qian Cangyi said many things, but of course, the most important proof was still the letter with the Pope's seal.
If the Pope could send such a letter to Merman, he would naturally be able to send another letter to Danvers.
Perhaps the influence of the Holy See will weaken in a few tens or hundreds of years, but at present, the Holy See still controls the East Beacon City.
Danvers wanted to take the city into his hands, but he also knew that the city couldn't do without Merman, so he didn't do anything to Merman.
It's not the same now.
As an actor in hell movies, Qian Cangyi is quite neat and tidy in terms of "selling people".
Who is called Merman once threatened to blow his head off.
"I still have things to deal with, we'll talk about it next time." Qian Cangyi stood up and left.
The setting sun gradually sank to the ground.
The search in the inner city was more than halfway through, and even though the nobles in the inner city were extremely dissatisfied, they did not have the ability to directly stop the search, so the search continued.
Qian Cangyi followed Merman to a remote house in the southeast corner of the inner city.
The doors and windows of the villa were closed, and all the windows were blocked by curtains, so that it was completely impossible to see the inside.
"A couple of officers went in and didn't reply, I guess that's it." Merman's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.
"What about the name on the registration form?" Qian Cang's brows furrowed.
"Pseudonym." Merman shook his head.
"Then, just dismantle it." Qian Cangyi didn't plan to take his time.
Considering the time, when it was not possible to actually demolish the house, he was referring to the demolition by rushing directly through the various entrances.
All windows and doors will be entrances.
With so many police officers in his hands that can be used, Qian Cangyi will naturally not be polite.
With Merman's order, the officers on standby rushed to the house at the same time.
The sound of windows breaking came and went for a moment, followed by the sound of overlapping footsteps.
A few minutes later, a police officer ran out.
"Found it, found him!" The officer looked very excited.
At this time, the rest of the police officers also walked out of the door.
"Found Samuel?" Qian Cang asked.
"Yes." The officer nodded heavily.
As soon as he confirmed, he walked towards the house, followed by Robert and Merman. ()
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