The fat man went all the way to the first floor, looking for it, while Liang Qian'er and Mu Qianqian and I went to the second floor.

I have to say that the more this house is revealed, the more you can feel its heritage, this is definitely not a simple small villa.

With its entire décor, down to the smallest corner, the beautiful frescoes on the walls, and the strange decorations placed everywhere, this small villa is completely like a work of art.

"Little Zhang Tianshi, you're right, the original owner of this place should be quite rich!" Mu Qianqian sighed as she looked around.

"Is there more money than you?" I'm curious.

"I can't say for sure......," Mu Qianqian frowned and said. But at least it should be comparable! And he's quite elegant! ”

As she spoke, Mu Qianqian pointed to a painting on the bottom wall of the corridor on the second floor.

"This painting is Monet's church series, I don't know if it's genuine, but it must be a handmade work, not a printed handicraft!"

As she spoke, Mu Qianqian pointed to the paintings on the side wall of the corridor and said.

"That one is Van Gogh, that one is Picasso's, that one is Millet's, they are all real handmade works, even if they are not genuine, the paintings are so similar, so good, the value of these paintings alone is far more than 800,000!"

"It's really fake!" Of course, I don't doubt Mu Qianqian's vision at all, and I don't know Monet, Van Gogh or anything, I just want to express my amazement.

The dead fat man is really making a lot of money!

"Good things are usually in the study!" Mu Qianqian proposed. "Why don't we go to the study and have a look?"

"Okay!" Nodding, Liang Qian'er and I followed Mu Qianqian's ass and went to the study.

The study is very neat, not particularly luxurious, like the outside, it is very elegant, but it can be seen from the dust on the table and the cabinet that this study should not have been used for a long time.

"Why are there cobwebs!" Liang Qian'er pointed to the crystal lamp on the top of the study and said.

"It's normal!" I explained. "The place with heavy yin qi is the favorite of small animals such as spiders!"

"Can you just stop talking about yin qi! It's scary, isn't it? Liang Qian'er was immediately dissatisfied, she hugged my arm, and her little face was full of resentment.

"That's it!" Mu Qianqian also smiled. "Why don't you say it's the fat man who didn't clean it?"

"Hehe...... I smiled wryly, and I didn't dare to speak, because now it was obvious that the two women were on the same side, and I could say anything about the two of them alone?

Silently, I began to look around the room again, there were not many things, I could see them at a glance, but it was clear that there should be nothing strange here.

Because if there was something weird, I would have noticed the energy it was exuding.

"There shouldn't be anything here, let's go!"

"Who said it was nothing!" As soon as I finished speaking, Mu Qianqian pointed to a painting hanging in the middle of the bookcase and said confidently. "I guess this must be the portrait of the original owner of this villa!"

As soon as I heard this, Liang Qian'er and I hurriedly turned our heads to look over.

Sure enough, there was a portrait there, which I hadn't even noticed.

I saw that the person on the portrait was a middle-aged man, with short hair, a burly and tall figure, an expression that seemed to be smiling, wearing a straight suit, a windbreaker outside, and just standing calmly behind his hands made people feel his full domineering.

His appearance is basically useless to him, because his temperament, even if it is just revealed by the portrait, has a feeling of a king.

And the longer I watched it, the more intense it seemed that feeling, and I even slowly felt the idea of kneeling down and surrendering to him.

"Mengmeng, what's wrong with you?" On the side, Liang Qian'er suddenly had a doubt, like a basin of cold water poured on my body, which suddenly woke me up.

I realized that my legs began to tremble involuntarily, just like the red-haired and yellow-haired women saw the female slur!

Who is he? Why is there such a powerful coercion just for a portrait?

And, how did I feel a very familiar feeling from him again?

"Mengmeng, what's wrong with you?" On the side, Liang Qian'er said worriedly. "Why are you sweating!"

"Really?" As soon as I touched my forehead, sure enough, it was covered with cold sweat. "Let's go! This painting is so weird! ”

With that, I ran out on my own first.

Leaning against the hallway wall and taking a few deep breaths, I managed to calm myself.

At this time, Liang Qian'er and Mu Qianqian also ran out, they looked at me and said nervously.

"What's wrong with that painting?"

"Don't you feel it?" I'm confused.

"What do you feel?" The two were even more puzzled.

It seems that they don't seem to be pretending, and there is no reason to pretend, but they really don't feel it.

It's weird, why am I the only one who feels it? Moreover, there is nothing abnormal about this painting itself, there is no energy fluctuation on it at all, but that person, even if I think about it, I have a kind of heart palpitation, which is really weird.

"Forget it, it's nothing!" I don't want to think about things that I can't figure out, just don't let me see that painting again. "Let's go look elsewhere!"

"Oh!" The two were very obedient and didn't ask, just glanced at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and looked inexplicable.

And we walked around the second floor for a long time, and searched everywhere, but we didn't find anything unusual.

In desperation, we prepared to go downstairs, and wanted to ask the fat man if he had found anything.

But when I was going down the stairs, I saw Yan Xiong in the center of the hall, still standing there with his fingers crossed, haha...... Hahaha....... it's funny, does he need to struggle with it for so long?

Hey!

Suddenly, at this moment, I found that Yan Xiong's feet were actually flashing with an emerald green aura, and it was obvious that this emerald green aura was exactly the same as the one between Jiang Xiaoling's eyebrows!

Could it be that the reason why Jiang Xiaoling went crazy at night was at Yan Xiong's feet?

Hurriedly, I trotted all the way to Yan Xiong's side, pushed him away, and squatted to observe the ground.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xiong, who was pushed aside by me and finally stood firm, was confused.

"Meng Meng (Xiao Zhang Tianshi), did you find anything?"

Behind me, Liang Qian'er and Mu Qianqian also rushed to my side.

"Hmm!" I nodded. "It's weird down here!"

"What's weird there?" At this time, the fat man also returned to the hall, looked at me squatting on the ground, and hurriedly asked.

"This is it!" I pointed to the ground and said. "Down there! Looks like we'll need to dig this out to see it! ”

"No way!" The fat man hurriedly stopped him, and ran over in a hurry.

"Why?" I'm very puzzled, doesn't the fat man really want to save his daughter? Now that we've found out that there's a problem here, why stop us?

Looking at his anxious and slightly worried look, it is obvious that there is a problem!

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