Chapter 363 Nuo

The people Zhao Huailong was looking for arrived in the mountains more than two hours later. By this time, they had completed their search nearby and found another tree of the same color at least one kilometer away from the crime scene.

Unable to determine what it was for the time being, Zhao Huailong took Cen Lian and the others to the abandoned factory in the mountains.

"This place is the only relatively flat open space in the mountains with water flowing through it. It used to be a small factory. As far as I know, it manufactured some socks and towels and the like. It was very small." Zhao Huailong introduced them to the factory. Situation, "The factory was built in the mountains not because of any confidentiality reasons, but because the reform and opening up had just begun, and many policies were somewhat inconsistent. The owner of the factory was afraid of problems, so he secretly built the factory in the mountains. Later, when the policies stabilized, he moved away , it hasn’t been produced here for a long time.”

Cen Lian had not experienced that era, but through Zhao Huailong's description, he could guess what period this factory was from. No wonder it was built in this place with inconvenient transportation.

Zhao Huailong walked a few steps, then pointed to a deserted road in front of the factory gate and said, "This was a dirt road specially made by the factory at that time to transport goods. Cars with lower chassis We can’t drive up. We just came from the crime scene, so we didn’t take this main road.”

It is not easy to build a good road in the mountains. Cen Lian looked at the bumpy dirt road and felt that driving on it would make them all vomit.

It can be seen that the factory has indeed been abandoned for a long time. The inside and outside have been occupied by local vegetation that grows very quickly. Only the inside of the factory can be seen that people have been there recently. According to Zhao Huailong, they went up the mountain to pick up fungi in July and August. The traces left by the villagers when they took shelter from the rain.

"The people I called will be coming from this road soon." Zhao Huailong asked them to wait in the abandoned factory for a while, and then went out to continue contacting people.

Cen Lian wasn't quite sure who he called over, but seeing how confident Zhao Da looked, he felt that this person probably wasn't a charlatan.

"This factory is really old," a graduate student who came with them looked around curiously. "It looks very much like the one in the TV series in the 1980s."

"It was built around this time," Wang Yuanteng, one of the few born in the Eighth Five-Year Plan period in the support brigade, took charge of the explanation. "If you go to some of the ravines in our province now, you can still see the third-tier factories left over from those days, which are much better than here. Much bigger, it even has its own cinema and school..."

Tang Hua listened for a while, feeling a little confused.

"That's not right. It was almost the 21st century when Brother Wang went to school. Where did he know this?" he asked Cen Lian.

"Not only does he know, I also know this, and your brother-in-law knows it all by heart." Cen Lian's mouth twitched, "I think Brother Wang's parents also liked to tell him, 'I was also xxxx when I was young.'"

Wu Qiushan raised his head helplessly when he heard Cen Lian's words. It wasn't that he didn't like hearing it, but that his father and his comrades always talked about the same thing when they were drinking and bragging. He had a superb memory and could already do it a long time ago. Memorized like a stream.

"I didn't see anything red and black like this in the abandoned factory." Wu Qiushan and Yuan Chenxi checked around using the gate as the dividing line, and found nothing else related to color.

"This should not be an ordinary pigment." After Yuan Chenxi checked it, he began to study the residual colors they extracted. "Basically, water-based pigments such as gouache and watercolor can be ruled out. It is either paint or oil paint, which is difficult to distinguish."

"I think it's more like oil paint," the only girl among the graduate students said weakly, "I learned some oil painting when I was a child, and this color is more like oil paint than paint."

These are a bit in Cen Lian's knowledge blind spot.

"It would be even weirder if it were oil paint. There can't really be an art student coming here to sketch!" Ququhan said in disbelief.

Cen Lian thought of the facial makeup that flashed through his mind just now, and finally understood why he had similar associations when he saw these colors.

"Do you think the distribution of this color is very similar to Peking Opera facial makeup?" He recalled some videos he had accidentally viewed in the past two days, and expressed his thoughts, "The kind with red faces and white faces."

Feeling a dozen pairs of eyes looking at him, Cen Lian didn't know how to explain his association.

"Have you seen the video of making a facial mask horse spoon recently?" Lin Xiangqi hit the point directly, "The most detailed production video used a lot of oil paint, and the most red ones were used."

Cen Lian nodded. It was because he happened to watch the relevant video that he made the association for no reason.

"It's not impossible, but it's a bit strange to go up the mountain with the color not completely dry." Tang Hua scratched his head, thinking that no one would do this.

This was the reason why Cen Lian didn't reveal his guess at first. He also didn't expect why someone would go up the mountain with undried facial makeup.

The speculation was interrupted when Zhao Huailong walked in with a middle-aged man in his forties, and everyone's eyes were focused on that man.

Being stared at by a large group of police officers, the middle-aged man with a beard remained very calm. It seemed that this was not the first time he had witnessed such a scene.

"This is Teacher Qian, an associate professor at our local university." Zhao Huailong introduced Teacher Qian, "His skills in Feng Shui are inherited from his family, and he is somewhat famous here."

"You're welcome, my name is Qian Jingtao," Teacher Qian is very kind, but his major is surprising, "I teach theoretical physics."

Cen Lian:?

You told me that a somewhat famous Feng Shui master actually studied physics? !

"Don't be too surprised, metaphysics can also be science," Qian Jingtao still smiled, as if he was not surprised at all that he would shock others, "Old Zhao told me about the case, and I transferred a satellite map. I looked around on the road and found a few spots. Let’s go and have a look.”

Since knowing that this Feng Shui master studied physics, Cen Lian has become somewhat immune to his use of technological means to engage in metaphysics. Who said that satellite maps cannot be used to study Feng Shui?

With a new understanding of this, a large group of people followed Qian Jingtao and zigzagged through the deep mountains and forests to a fairly low-lying area.

Teacher Qian looked around and pointed at a tree at the lowest point.

"Look, is there something in that place?"

Cen Lian picked up the telescope and found that there was indeed something on the tree trunk. It was a mask.

A somewhat ferocious Nuo opera mask.