Hunting Crime Illustrated Book

When Shen Yi was young, he painted a painting that he shouldn't have done. When the pen fell, he never thought that three days later, someone smashed it into the concrete floor from the seventeenth floor. The skull was broken into eight pieces, and the blood spread along the seams of the floor tiles to become the most colorful tube of vermilion on his palette. He never touched a paintbrush again until he entered the criminal police team, changed the charcoal pencil to sketch lead, and faced the opened flesh and broken bones in front of the autopsy table, drawing the last faces of the dead who had their throats cut, strangled, and their faces smashed with blunt instruments. At first, his partner Du Cheng didn't believe that a painter could solve the case. Later, the two of them squatted in the rain and looked at an unknown corpse that was rotting and swelling. When maggots crawled out of the eye sockets, Shen Yi said that the man's mother was still waiting for him to come home for dinner. Du Cheng turned away and said nothing for the first time. They went from testing each other to carrying guns side by side, and spelling out the same shadow from the corpses that were dismembered, burned, and sunk into the water to become bloated. The more Shen Yi painted, the more he discovered that the protagonist of his painting was standing at the end of these cases, harvesting human lives one after another. Every time he drew a murderer's face, it was like rubbing his own evidence of the crime all over again. The sound of the pencil cutting into the paper was as thin as skin being cut. When the lines were connected, he couldn't tell whether he was collecting someone else's corpse or digging his own grave.