The red painting

The paintings in the gallery, labeled with prices, are sold to interested customers. The source of the paintings is mainly the students and faculty of a local art college. The gallery owner lives upstairs in the gallery, and he is the last one to leave the gallery each day, turning off the lights and locking the door, going up the stairs protruding from the outer wall and returning home.

　　Today, near the end of the gallery's business hours, a young man walked into the gallery, carrying in his hand a rectangular sheet of newspaper wrapped around the exterior, and opened it up to a framed painting in a single, bright red color, the head of a woman with her eyes open and her mouth wide open.

　　The image gave the gallery owner a sense of shock, and he accepted the painting, paid the young man a sum of money, watched his back as he walked into the night, walked away, turned the corner corner, out of sight, hung the painting he had just acquired on the wall, turned off the lights, locked the gallery door, went around to the side of the house, walked up a flight of stairs that jutted out, went up to the second floor, and returned to his home located above the gallery.

　　Late at night, he turned off his computer and lay down on his bed to sleep, his eyes closed, an image came to his mind of a woman with her eyes open and her mouth wide open, a painting that a young man had sent to him for sale near the end of the gallery's business. He heard the sound of the door lock turning outside the bedroom.

　　He is living alone, the key to the door lock only he has, to the thief, he got out of bed, from behind the decorative painting hanging on the wall pulled out the short barrel shotgun hidden behind the painting, end, step by step out of the bedroom, the door is open, a figure standing in the doorway, no lights, just rely on the moonlight coming in from the window, can not see the figure, whether male or female.

　　The gallery owner took a few steps forward and went to the nearest light switch and pressed it. In the light, he saw the figure standing at the open doorway, a woman with her eyes open, her mouth wide open, and a bloody slit on her neck.

　　A barking dog woke up the gallery owner. It was dawn outside the window, and the dog, which had been led out for a morning walk by its owner, met its hostile counterpart at the gallery door, barking furiously until it was dragged away by its owner on its leash.

　　The gallery owner got up, walked through the living room into the kitchen to eat breakfast, found the short barrel shotgun hidden behind the decorative painting on the bedroom wall, appeared on the living room sofa, the safety had been popped open, just pull the trigger, you can fly from the muzzle of the gun has been loaded with bullets, it seems, he appeared to sleepwalking disease, the short barrel shotgun back behind the decorative painting, the gallery owner opened the door of the gallery, business.

　　A customer walked into the gallery, looking at the paintings hanging on the wall, one by one, slowly walking past, stopping at a corner of the gallery, where a painting hung, the very painting the gallery owner had acquired at the end of business yesterday, a single bright red picture depicting a woman's face, the expression on her face shocked the customer standing in front of the painting, he stretched out his hands, his ten fingers touching the canvas, rubbing the canvas, a light cough from the gallery owner A light cough from the gallery owner startled the customer's soul, and he pulled out his wallet.

　　The gallery owner wrapped a dust cover around the painting that had just been sold, and took one last look at the picture, surprised that the woman's face looked a little familiar, where he had seen it recently. The woman on the painting he just sold looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere recently, because of the dream he had last night, in which he saw the woman in the painting, opening the door of his house, standing in the doorway, with a bloody slit open on her neck, blood flowing out of the slit and trickling down, staining the long white dress worn on her body.

The bright red painting

　　The gallery owner a shiver, felt the cold, hiding back inside the gallery, not continue to operate today, he turned off the gallery lights, locked the gallery door, rubbing his cold ten fingers, went around the side of the gallery, along the outer wall protruding stairs up to the second floor, an ambulance whistling whistle, sprinting past, the gallery owner curiously turned around, chasing the back of the ambulance to look into the distance, standing high for the sake of the view to see place far away, saw the road congestion does not flow smoothly, slowly around a car that crashed on the roadside lamp post, a car accident.

　　In order to satisfy curiosity, even if you feel cold, you have to go over first, the closest to the scene of the accident, he went down the stairs, along the sidewalk hurried forward, close to the scene of the accident, the injured driver has been rescued from the deformed car door, carried on a stretcher, the gallery owner was amazed, it is just bought the bright red color painting customers, hit the lamppost and shattered the window glass The gallery owner was shocked, it was the customer who had just bought the bright red painting and hit the lamppost and shattered the window glass.

　　The gallery owner looked into the back seat of the car, the painting wrapped in a good dust cover, still lying quietly on the sofa seat, unaffected by the crash, intact.

　　The ambulance, carrying the injured customer who had fallen into a coma, sounded its siren and whistled, once again speeding past.

　　The gallery owner clutched his arms tightly around his chest, hands tucked under his arms, and hurried back to his home on the second floor of the gallery, nestled on the sofa, drinking red wine, relying on alcohol to stop his body from shivering, gradually warming up, warming up, he was drinking on an empty stomach, drunkenness flooded up quickly, he fell asleep on the sofa, and soon woke up with a start, he heard the sound of an argument close by.

　　He could not open his leaden eyelids and heard the sound of a man and a woman arguing, the content of the argument he could not hear, it was some kind of foreign dialect, he only understood a few of the single words, pieced together, understood a little, the woman was driving the man away, the man did not go, the argument soon escalated into a fight, and then, a gentle liquid splashed into the gallery owner's face, he finally opened an eye slit, raised his hand and wiped He finally opened his eyes, raised his hand and wiped his face with the warm liquid, stained his hand a bright red, his eyes were completely open, because of the shock opened round, wiped on his hand a bright red, is a fishy smell of blood, turned his face, he saw the woman in the painting, limp on the sofa, eyes open round, revealing the shock, mouth wide open, want to call, has been unable to make a sound, a knife cut on the neck is gushing out He also saw the young man who had sold him the painting, holding a blood-dripping knife, standing in front of the woman whose throat had been cut, looking askance and smiling.

　　The gallery owner was horrified and tried to escape, falling from the sofa to the floor, landing on his buttocks, the pain waking him up drunk and having a nightmare.

　　After listening to the gallery owner's story, the police officer from the police station left him sitting and drinking water to quench his thirst, hid away and called the psychiatric hospital, the gallery owner was still waiting for the police officer to give him instructions that he could leave and go home, when he suddenly saw the police officer rushing towards him with two men in white uniforms, without allowing him to react, he was set up, his arm was stabbed with a needle, the medicine pushed in made him lose consciousness quickly, by the time he regained When he regained consciousness, it was ten hours later, he was strapped to a hospital bed and was treated as a mental patient and locked up in a mental hospital.

　　He came to the female nurse who continued to needle him, begging her to convey to the police that what he had called the police was not the imagination of a madman, just to verify that the car accident that occurred during the daytime on a section of the road, was towed away temporarily held in the back seat of the car, a painting wrapped in an anti-external cover, bright red paint is human blood, belonging to the woman in the picture.

　　"She has been killed, the killer is the young man who came to the gallery the night before to sell me that painting, the surveillance probe recorded his looks."

　　The female nurse was kind-hearted and believed the gallery owner, helping him to report the case to the police station once again, and a murder case that had not yet been discovered was solved.

　　From the frame of the painting painted with human blood, a set of non-gallery owner's clear fingerprints were extracted and matched from the fingerprint database to an art student with a record of violent assault who had recently been expelled from the art college. The woman in the painting was painted with human blood.