Chapter 77
At the same time, the police forces launched a surprise raid on the apartment next door in Jiamei Mingyuan, Chen Jin’s home.
However, Chen Jin was not at home.
Bo Jinyan stood in the middle of the living room, listening to An Yan describe the entire apartment. An Yan’s description was very crude, totally without Jian Yao’s finesse and meticulous powers of observation, and his voice was also unpleasing. However, to Bo Jinyan, it was better than nothing.
A lot of planning and research had gone into the decor of the apartment, which was in the minimalist Scandinavian style. The furniture and home appliances were all of high quality. The books in the study were all specialised tomes on finance and economics, or data and information. Another room contained a treadmill and body-building equipment, giving proof of the occupant’s industrious and self-disciplined life. In the wardrobe, freshly washed western-style coats, shirts, trousers, and underpants, were all neatly folded and arranged.
In the bedroom, a butterfly-patterned abstract painting hung by the side of the bed. The strokes were very messy and the colours were garish, and the painting was unsigned.
In the locked bedroom cupboard, the police found ropes, paint and blood-stained black clothes. There was also a cellphone with pictures of the scenes of Nie Shijun and the vagrant’s deaths. There were only about ten pictures of Nie Shijun, but, probably because there had been ample time, there were more than a hundred pictures of the vagrant, shot from different angles.
With respect to this, Bo Jinyan said unhurriedly to An Yan, “Have you come to your attention that it was as if I was standing right in front of him, painting his portrait*? As if I was seeing him with my own eyes?”
*T/N Bo Jinyan is referring to the accuracy of the criminal profile he previously drew up for the killer, as evidenced by the decor etc of the apartment.
An Yan said, “. . . . Indeed.”