The two returned the same way. After jumping off the fence, the two looked at each other and smiled, then the two walked to the small alley, got into the car, and sped away to the Boren Clinic.

After parking the car, Ling Yunpeng took out the key and opened the door of the clinic, and then the two hurriedly went upstairs, walked into the No. 1 ward, turned around and locked the door, turned on the light, and unfolded the "Water Lilies" on the ground.

Ling Yunpeng touched the canvas with his hand, the canvas was very thick, and the paint on it was painted in several layers, Ling Yunpeng took out a knife from the drawer and scraped the paint off with the knife, but the progress was very slow, and it couldn't be cleaned.

Suddenly remembering the knock on the door, Ling Yunpeng and Qin Shouyi hurriedly stood up vigilantly. The two Qin Shouyi stood behind the door, and Ling Yunpeng went to open the door.

It turned out to be Yang Jingcheng, he looked at Ling Yunpeng and sighed: "Yunpeng, you really can't be idle, can you take care of your body like this?" ”

"Lao Yang, it turned out to be you, it's okay, the wound on my arm has healed, and it has been much better in the past few days." Ling Yunpeng smiled at Yang Jingcheng.

"You, it's just that the scar is good and forgets the pain, so it's only stopped for a few days, and it's starting to toss again. What are you busy with? Yang Jingcheng stretched out his head and saw an oil painting on the ground: "Where did you get this painting?" Why did you scrape all the paint off, won't this painting ruin for you? ”

"Lao Yang, do you have kerosene at home?" Ling Yunpeng ignored Yang Jingcheng's regret, and made a straightforward request, and it seemed that he would not give up if he did not destroy this famous painting.

"Yes. What do you want? Want to burn this painting to the ground? Yang Jingcheng looked at Ling Yunpeng inexplicably.

Ling Yunpeng didn't bother to explain to Yang Jingcheng, and patted Yang Jingcheng on the shoulder: "Then old Yang, you go and get me some kerosene." ”

Yang Jingcheng shook his head, and then went downstairs.

Not long after, Yang Jingcheng came upstairs with a glass bottle of kerosene, and handed the kerosene to Ling Yunpeng: "Oh, give it." ”

"Lao Yang, go down to sleep, there's nothing for you here." Ling Yunpeng is issuing an eviction order.

Yang Jingcheng knew that Ling Yunpeng didn't want him to know more, so he closed the door and went downstairs.

Ling Yunpeng found a piece of gauze, then poured kerosene on the gauze, and wiped the oil painting little by little, and soon, the paint was wiped off by kerosene, and Ling Yunpeng carefully wiped the canvas, hoping to see something surprising to him.

However, when the paint on the whole painting was wiped clean, the surprise did not happen, and under the oil painting was a white cloth with some traces of carbon strokes of water lilies, Ling Yunpeng was disappointed, he did not give up, and cut off the canvas layer by layer with a knife, but there was still nothing hidden in the period.

"Well, it seems that I was wrong." Ling Yunpeng lay on the ground exhausted, and after a lot of effort, he ended up with nothing, and Ling Yunpeng felt so disappointed.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Qin Shouyi sat aside, clasped his knees with his hands, and looked at Ling Yunpeng helplessly.

Ling Yunpeng raised his hand and looked at the time, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

"Go, go back, if the countesses find out that we are not at home, they will be suspicious."

Ling Yunpeng rolled up the canvas and threw it under the bed, Qin Shouyi hurriedly wiped off the scraped paint, put the kerosene bottle away, and then the two left the Boren Clinic.

When they returned to the independent courtyard on Hualong Road, it was not yet five o'clock, and the two crept back to their respective beds.

Ling Yunpeng was lying on the bed, but his mind kept thinking: How did this Sergei die? What is the relationship between Andrey and Sergey? The Countess must have known Sergei, because at that time Smith wanted the Countess to introduce the painter, and the Countess agreed. Perhaps the truth of Sergey's death was revealed, and then the secret of the treasure map was revealed.

The sky was already bright, Fu Xinghan, who was lying on the ground, stretched his waist, sat up from the ground, and saw Ling Yunpeng with his hands behind his head, his eyes looking at the ceiling as if he was looking at the ground, and quickly stood up and shook his hand in front of Ling Yunpeng's eyes: "Boss, what are you thinking?" “

"Are you awake?" Ling Yunpeng turned his face sideways and looked at Fu Xinghan.

"yes, I really don't want to wake up, I had a dream last night, you know who I dreamed of?" Fu Xinghan had a mysterious smile on his face.

"Countess." Ling Yunpeng replied expressionlessly.

"How do you know?" Fu Xinghan looked at Ling Yunpeng in surprise: "Do you know how to steal dreams?" “

"Do you still use Inception? You have it all written on your face. Ling Yunpeng glanced at Fu Xinghan.

"Do I have writing on my face?" Fu Xinghan touched his face with his hand.

"I wrote it, and I wrote a total of ten words: the left is written about the peony flower dying, and the right side is written about being a ghost and being romantic." Ling Yunpeng burst out laughing.

"You're sarcastic about me again." Fu Xinghan himself laughed: "But to be honest, the countess is really a beautiful woman, but it's a pity that the old man Andre is cheaper." Judging from the photo, Vasily is quite handsome, and he is really a good match for the countess. “

"A lover may not be a family!" Ling Yunpeng sighed.

Early in the morning, Anna got up to boil water for everyone and prepare breakfast, and the Leba and milk that she bought yesterday were just right for everyone to make breakfast.

After breakfast, Ling Yunpeng sat at the table of the Eight Immortals and read the newspaper, he intentionally or unintentionally put the news about Sergei on the top of a stack of newspapers, the countess walked past the table of the Eight Immortals, glanced at the newspaper, and suddenly stopped on the photo of Sergei published in the news. A hint of horror crossed the countess's eyes, and she hastened to pick up the newspaper.

"Mr. Lin, may I ask what this article is about?" The Countess handed the newspaper to Ling Yunpeng and asked, pointing to the article.

Although the Countess could hear and speak Chinese, she did not know much Chinese characters. She only saw Sergei's photo, which is why she was interested.

"Oh, this news?" Ling Yunpeng took the newspaper and read it to the countess: "Sergei, a visiting professor at Hujiang University and a Russian painting and sculpture master who has been missing for more than two months, has now been confirmed dead. A few days ago, Professor Sergei's body was found on a shoal near Wusongkou on the Huangpu River. It is reported that Professor Sergei is usually quiet and withdrawn, and often goes out to sketch alone, and whether this unfortunate incident was a mistake or murder remains to be further investigated. Professor Sergei is good at copying the works of the world's painting masters, many of his imitation works such as Leonardo da Vinci's "Mona Lisa", Cézanne's "Card Player", Repin's "The Slenderman on the Volga", Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" and so on are widely praised in the industry, whether it is characters or scenes, can vividly reproduce the essence of the original author, especially good at copying the works of the famous French painting master Monet, such as "Sunrise Impression", "Water Lilies", "Venice Grand Canal", "Waves", "Haystacks", etc. His works are highly sought after by buyers. In addition, some of his sculptures are also quite popular in the industry. The accidental death of this genius is a great loss to the art world. “

"Did they find Sergei's body?" The Countess asked in surprise.

"Yes, ma'am, do you know this Sergei?" Ling Yunpeng asked tentatively.

"No, I don't know, I've just heard of it." The Countess hurriedly denied it.