Chapter 8 Like a Dream
Shi Zuocai's human flesh search plan worked - he successfully found a new breakthrough and discovered the Weibo of the diary owner.
I was shocked.
"How did you do it? Don't tell me that you found other clues in your blog!!"
If Zuo Cai had already discovered other clues that helped human flesh search but were hidden and didn't tell me, I would be quite unwilling to accept it. Whether it was the duel between the detective and the murderer, or the duel between the readers and the author, the inequality of information was absolutely fatal. But he shook his head:
"All I know is her blog username."
"Just kidding?" I jumped:
"I have searched all the places I should search for once, domestic and foreign search engines, and even social networking sites... I haven't even found the root hair, how did you find it?"
Shi Zuo glanced at me lightly and said:
"Like you, I searched for the name of Iorihara Kuriko on various social platforms, and wasted almost an hour. However, after confirming that this user name is not her common name, or the commonly used social account name, I changed my mind."
"A different idea?" I repeated it.
He put his phone on the desktop, and I leaned over and took a look, stunned.
I downloaded dozens of apps related to illustration and commercial manuscripts on my mobile phone, and took up two pages on the desktop.
"Since this blog has a very low view, it is very likely that 'Iorihara Kuriko' is not the name of her commonly used social account. Using this name to search for human flesh on social websites is just Yuangi Que. So I wonder, is it possible that this name is her work account username?"
“So you downloaded these apps?”
Shi Zuo nodded:
"If she is a painter, she is likely to be a freelance artist. She does not have a fixed working time every month, and since she can choose to accept manuscripts by herself, the manuscript period is relatively abundant. Compared with painters with fixed studios, freelance artists rely more on various draft-booking platforms on the Internet."
As he said that, he picked up his phone and clicked on one of the apps:
"When I tried the 36th one, I found a painter account called 'Iorihara Kuriko' on this platform."
I hurriedly took my phone to check it out. Sure enough, Iorihara's personal user interface showed five stars, which means she is the resident artist on this draft-in-program platform.
Click on the album of articles, which are all kinds of illustrations, with a very strong personal style, and each painting is vivid and magnificent. Just like her style when she wrote on her blog, it can be seen that she is indeed a woman who is extremely sensitive to colors.
"This woman's painting is so amazing?"
Shi Zuo obviously did not study the meaning of painting skills. He took his mobile phone and flipped through a few pages, found a relatively early illustration, enlarged in the lower right corner - what caught his eye was a vague Weibo username watermark.
Miss Aji.
An inexplicable excitement surged from my chest to my throat, making me want to vomit.
We are like the gingerbread man who jumped out of the box, about to enter a brand new, unknown world, and the true face of the woman hidden under the veil of mystery is about to emerge.
I felt like I had been re-tightened, and I opened my Weibo, logged into my account, and searched for Miss Aji's name.
"There are actually 200,000 fans?"
"Unlike corporate painters, for freelance painters, Weibo is also one of the platforms for work. They need more popularity than other painters, and only with sufficient popularity and reputation as a guarantee can painters receive more plans."
I agreed in my heart, so I didn't say anything and clicked on her homepage.
The moment I saw the top Weibo, I had completely confirmed that this "Miss Aji" was the person we were looking for.
It was a painting written by Miss Aji.
Unlike her previous painting style that emphasizes color effects, this painting is completely black and white.
The person in the painting was sitting at the desk, as if he was thinking about something. His glasses reflected the cold light of the table lamp, and his slender and distinct knuckles supported half of his face. His temperament and charm all revealed a gentle and restrained taste.
It was He Yu.
The caption on the picture is only two short words:
【gentlemen.】
I remember a sentence I read somewhere.
"Call your husband is too vulgar, call your dear too stingy, call your baby too artificial, call your husband too formal. Only call your husband is best: serious and a little bit of teasing, it is like all the emotions in love are quietly buried in it."
Thinking of the dense "Mr. He" left behind by "Miss Aji" in that unknown blog, I seemed to be able to feel the admiration and love that was overflowing with the screen.
This time, I no longer had the excitement I had when I just found Weibo. Finding her true identity - this incident has unknowingly changed from a detective game that has passed the time by accompanying me to an invisible mission.
I pulled down and found that the Weibo post she posted was a year and a half ago, just in line with the date of breaking up with He Yu. I felt a little indescribable in my heart. I didn't expect that the breakup would cause such a serious blow to her, and even the Weibo account that the freelance artist relied on for their lives had to be abandoned.
When I turned my head and looked at Zuo Cai, he was clicking on the Weibo posts she posted one by one in the order of the latest time, and even read the comments carefully. I thought about it and decided to click on her popular Weibo posts to read them one by one.
The algorithms of popular Weibo are related to the number of forwardings, comments and likes. Therefore, most of her popular Weibo posts are fan paintings she drew, Marvel superheroes, popular animation and movie characters, or planning manuscripts for some mobile games...
There is no special thing in the comments, it is nothing more than a rainbow fart, such as "What kind of immortal painting is this?", "You all give me a little bit, I'll get it first this time".
I gradually realized that Miss Aji has a lot of fans on Weibo, which may not be a good thing for our investigation. She has too many people and talks, but it is not convenient for her to use Weibo as a tree hole and express her true inner thoughts. The selfies that may be taken in the imagination are even more invisible.
After turning down, I finally found a more meaningful Weibo post.
Compared with other popular Weibo posts, the number of reposts and likes on this Weibo post is pitifully small, but there are relatively many comments.
Because that is a Weibo post with more daily content.
@Miss Aji:
Have you ever thought about what kind of name to give your children in the future? Come in and talk about it!
Chapter completed!