Pickman Van Ley, the young man who jumped into the sea to help Victor retrieve the suitcase.
He was deliberately dressing up to look "like" an upper-class person, but the cheap second-hand suit betrayed his true family background.
Victor was deeply impressed by him, but he didn't connect him with the thief who stole his wallet at first.
But now, after being reminded by the cruise ship security officer, Victor also became suspicious.
If you think about it carefully, after he was knocked away by the thief, it was Pickman who jumped out to cover, then jumped into the sea to retrieve the suitcase, giving the thief a chance to escape.
"Yes...it was you who reported the crime..." Pickman also remembered that after he helped Victor rescue the box, the other party mentioned that his wallet had been stolen.
However, Pickman did not plead guilty. He continued to defend: "Sir... I have already jumped into the sea to help you pick up the box. It is impossible for me to steal your wallet. I..."
Before he could finish his words, the security guard punched him in the stomach and he started sobbing instantly.
The wailing sound attracted the curiosity of many passengers on the bottom floor, and the security personnel behind them cursed them impatiently and told them to get away.
"Why do you think he is a thief?" Although Victor also suspected Pickman, he was not the kind of indiscriminate person, so he asked first to see what the staff on the ship said.
One of the security officers said: "We came down to search, and most people opened their luggage for us to check. Except for the four fare evaders just now, this guy was the only one who refused to open his suitcase."
"My...why should I let you...my things..." Pickman gritted his teeth and resisted the security officer, but was beaten again and his face was swollen.
Victor felt it was a bit too much and immediately asked the safety officer to stop.
At this time, the staff made a way, and a middle-aged man wearing a white uniform, a black coat, and a captain's hat on his head came to Victor.
The shipping staff all showed respectful expressions, and the safety officers stood up straight, like soldiers.
Victor could tell the identity of this man just by looking at his appearance, but he was also surprised that such a trivial matter could actually make the captain personally go down to the deck to check.
"I am Morgan Sparrow, captain of the Northern Faith. Nice to meet you, sir."
While the other party was talking, Victor shook hands with him.
Immediately, Captain Morgan looked seriously at the beaten Pickman.
"You were the one who stole this gentleman's wallet?"
"I...I didn't..."
Captain Morgan obviously didn't trust this low-class passenger living in the cargo hold either. He ordered the crew to drag him to the solitary room, where he seemed to be interrogated.
At this time, Victor grabbed the security officer and said to Pickman: "Pickman Van Lei, to be honest, I also doubt that you did it, but I still talk about evidence and the truth to prove your innocence.
It’s very simple, just open your luggage and show it to us.”
"I said... you have no right to my things..."
"Don't be naive. It's useless for you to be so persistent. When you are locked up in the solitary room, all your junk will be dug out. They can dig it out as they want, and you will be beaten in the solitary room.
Is it interesting?"
Victor's last words stunned Pickman.
His elm-brained brain was finally enlightened, and he understood that this was the truth, and no matter how much he resisted, it was pointless.
Finally, Pickman sighed and shook his head, agreeing to open his luggage and show it to others.
Captain Morgan glanced at Victor expressionlessly, and then ordered the crew to search for Pickman's things.
With great reluctance, Pickman led everyone to the place where he kept his luggage. However, he didn't know it until he took a look and realized that this man actually brought so many things on board.
There were four or five wooden boxes stacked on top of each other, as tall as a person. Pickman alone didn't know how to lift them onto the ship.
At this time, Victor heard someone calling his code name from behind, and couldn't help but look back, only to find that the new investigator had also arrived below the deck.
"I've been waiting for you for too long, so I came down to take a look at the situation." Li Anlong stood quietly outside the crowd and nodded to Victor.
Victor returned his expression, then turned his head and watched the security officers cut open the boards of the wooden box and pour out all the contents.
Pickman looked at the spilled paint and felt heartbroken.
The first box contains mostly paints and tools for painting, the second box contains some paper, also for painting, the remaining boxes are personal items, such as clothes and pants, etc. The last box is on
The lock, the security guard was about to break it open with a hammer.
Pickman immediately begged: "Don't! You have searched so much. I really did not steal this gentleman's wallet. The things in the box are all my works. Such damage will destroy them."
"Then just take the key and open it yourself!" Captain Morgan scolded.
Pickman hesitated again: "But...but I'm afraid you won't like those paintings."
"Okay! We know you are a mediocre art student, so we won't laugh at you." A security officer mocked.
Pickman retorted: "No! You don't understand at all. Those paintings will make you feel pain, discomfort, fear...terrible...palpitations...crazy!"
"What a piece of shit, will we go crazy just by looking at it? Do you know the situation you are in now? If you don't open it, we will have no choice but to smash it!" the crew member threatened.
Pickman's forehead was covered with sweat. In the end, he could not convince the shipping staff, so he could only grit his teeth and took out the key tremblingly.
He unlocked the box, took out the paintings inside, and showed them to everyone under the light of an oil lamp.
When everyone saw those works, almost everyone felt a shiver of fear, as if an electric current had swept through their bodies, and they had goosebumps.
The mentally weak ship crew even showed signs of tense skin, dilated pupils, and difficulty breathing.
These paintings by Pickman are an extreme and terrifying art.
He did not copy beautiful landscapes or still lifes at home like Charti, nor did he paint a portrait of a person...it was not impressionism, cubism, realism or even surrealism.
What he described were all strange shapes that no one had ever seen in the world... strange and grotesque scenes that had never appeared in mythological works.
The colors are so thick that it looks like blood and viscera were used as paint, and the weird things in each picture are horrifying.
His ability to spread fear is also highlighted. The monsters are very realistic in detail and colorful, showing a morbid fascination with death and violence.
The shipping staff who couldn't bear it had begun to feel dizzy, and some even vomited, shaking and sweating profusely. It was obvious that their minds and bodies were affected.
Victor also felt goosebumps. He was so shocked that he even began to suspect that Pickman was a seer.
His paintings not only display superb skills, but also expose a certain darkness in his heart.
