Deception’s performance was in District F, where at that time, the square only had one intact surveillance camera. But the camera angle was off, failing to capture any useful information; Xiao Bing confirmed over and over that there were no issues with the revolver and bullets; while Xiao Ding, Xiao Ding circled a person in the audience.
"Um? Is there something strange?" Jiang Shu noticed the figure Xiao Ding had marked on the screen.
In the image, a man in a white suit stood at the edge of the crowd. Because the crowd was bustling, he was standing on a chair to watch the Deception performance, holding an electronic drawing tablet in his left hand and twirling an electronic stylus in his right.
There weren’t many clips of him, but because of the camera angle, every time the camera panned to Wolf, the man could be seen standing in Wolf’s backdrop.
Moreover, it was only when Wolf was catching bullets that the painter would dabble on his tablet, while most of the time, the painter simply watched the performance on stage.
"This person is a problem." Jiang Shu tapped on the image of the man, turning to Xiao Jia, "Check his background."
The white suit was immaculate, the cut and texture evidently high-priced; for such a person to appear in District F was questionable in itself.
Soon, Xiao Jia revealed the information he had found.
Jia: Painter, Fang Yue, thirty-five years old, a niche genre painter.
"?" Jiang Shu looked at the few words on the screen with a puzzled expression, turning towards Xiao Jia.
Jia: Most information about this person has been deleted. What we’ve found is mostly irrelevant content. We know that during his time as a painter, he did not live well, one could say he was destitute.
Jia: He left the art scene two years ago and since then, his whereabouts have been unknown.
"Could he possibly be... mmm mmm mmm?" Jiang Shu’s voice suddenly softened, his words unclear.
Wolf sat on a chair beside his desk, his prosthetic eye emitting a faint blue light—it seemed he was browsing the internet and had not noticed the conversation happening with Jiang Shu.
Jiang Shu had used "mmm mmm mmm" instead of that word, and yet Xiao Jia, Xiao Yi, Xiao Bing, and Xiao Ding easily deciphered that he was referring to the Key Master.
Hearing Jiang Shu say this, Xiao Jia, Xiao Yi, Xiao Bing, and Xiao Ding blinked then swiftly speculated.
Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding: Possible! Highly possible!
"Understood." Jiang Shu nodded. While it couldn’t be confirmed, if the Key Master was indeed helping Wolf perform Deception, then all problems could be resolved in the simplest way.
A painter, huh.
He didn’t know what the ability was specifically, but it must be related to painting, which connected to the Deception "Bullet chambering"...
Does this mean that the painter could influence reality through his electronic drawing tablet?
However, this was still conjecture. Bullet chambering might also be a new technique Wolf created for his Magic performance, and the painter might just be recording something.
After all, based on Jiang Shu’s conjecture thus far, everyone capable of obtaining a golden-colored entry was a big shot in their field. If the painter was really that powerful, how did he end up in such a plight?
Wait, it wasn’t unheard of for talented painters to end up destitute, and judging by Fang Yue’s current situation, it seemed he wasn’t doing too poorly now.
The pristine white suit, standing out yet at a careful distance from the crowd, with a serious facial expression and no idle chatter—these small details could reveal his personality and parts of his past.
Such as a desire for social recognition of his wealth and status, a sense of superiority, strictness in inexplicable matters, and so on.
He had the air of a nouveau riche, which reminded Jiang Shu of someone, so he directly asked the Tablet Spirits, "How tall is he?"
Using the sizes of other objects in the video for scale, Xiao Jia quickly calculated: one meter seventy-eight.
"That’s decent, quite tall." Jiang Shu nodded, not saying much more.
By this time, some commotion came from outside the office. The door to Wolf’s office wasn’t closed, so Jiang Shu glanced over.
A dozen middle-aged individuals were being escorted by the police officers past Wolf’s office. Jiang Shu recalled the structure of the police station.
That direction led to the interrogation rooms.
So many people arrested this early in the morning?
"At last, they’re all brought in," Wolf said as he set his coffee cup down on the table with a "bang."
"They?" Jiang Shu frowned, "The Keyin Company bunch?"
"Right." Wolf nodded, "Of the three cases revealed by Wolf, the social impact of the homeless slaughter case related to ’Bullet chambering’ was the worst, and the police have been busy with this case for the past few days."
"What about you?"
"I’m different; I’m the Police Chief." Wolf bore the air of someone who believes themselves above others.
"Fine then." Jiang Shu shrugged, "Are all these people from the Keyin Company’s board of directors?"
"Some are, some are upper-level management." Wolf was also following the progress of the case, "Summoning them here took some effort, of course, anyone who comes here is definitely related to the case, the police have confirmed that."
"Evidence insufficient? Hard to convict?" Jiang Shu asked.
"They have money, and money can buy lives," Wolf said helplessly. "Moreover, at the end of the day, they are just decision-makers, and it’s relatively easy for decision-makers to evade responsibility. Now we can only hope that the pre-trial division can extract more information for a conviction."