After Ling Yunpeng finished breakfast, he went out alone, he took care of the other three, pay attention to the actions of the Countess and Anna, don't show your feet, especially when you speak, you must not show any flaws, after all, the Countess is now a frightened bird, very sensitive, and will be wary if something is wrong.

After leaving Hualong Road, Ling Yunpeng first went to the boss who wrote the letter on Qinglian Street, and the boss saw that it was an old customer, so he nodded to him, and Ling Yunpeng immediately followed the boss into the back room.

"Boss, I want to make a press card for Xinmin Daily. Be expedited. Ling Yunpeng placed two silver dollars on the table.

The boss accepted the silver dollar and asked, "Do you have a photo?" “

"Nope."

"Then let's take a picture now." The boss beckoned to Ling Yunpeng.

Ling Yunpeng walked with the boss into a small room of about two or three square meters next to it, and there was a camera in it.

"Sit on the stool in front of you." The boss pointed to the bench in front of the camera.

Ling Yunpeng sat down, the boss looked at the camera, and then clicked the shutter.

"I'll pick it up in an hour." The boss smiled at Ling Yunpeng, this boss didn't have extra greetings, just a few words popped out of his mouth every time, and he was concise and to the point.

Ling Yunpeng nodded, then walked outside, saw that the time was almost eleven o'clock, and ate a bowl of noodles in a small restaurant. After lunch, Ling Yunpeng wandered around for a while, and returned to Qinglian Street at nearly twelve o'clock.

When Ling Yunpeng walked into the shop, the boss had already made the press card, and the photo didn't look like it had just been taken, and there were still some creases on it.

Ling Yunpeng was very satisfied, and left the letter writing shop with his press card.

Ling Yunpeng then went to the Boren Clinic, took a camera from room 1, brought a pen and a notebook, and dressed up as a reporter.

Ling Yunpeng hurriedly went downstairs, and didn't have time to say hello to Yang Jingcheng and his wife, so he went out and called a rickshaw and went straight to Hujiang University.

The janitor of Hujiang University saw Ling Yunpeng walking in, and hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, who are you?" Please come and register. “

Ling Yunpeng walked to the guard room and showed his press card with a smile: "Hello, I am Lin Yanan, a reporter from Xinmin Daily, and I heard that Professor Sergei unfortunately drowned, so I came here to do an exclusive interview, I want to know more about Professor Sergei's situation, after all, his influence in the art world is very great." “

The janitor looked at the press card, and then returned it to Lin Yanan: "Oh, that's the matter, then you can go to Director Tian of the Department of Fine Arts, he may know some about the Russian professor." “

"Okay, thank you!"

Ling Yunpeng thanked the janitor for his guidance and hurriedly walked towards the office of the head of the art department. The door of the dean's office was closed, and Ling Yunpeng hurriedly stopped a passing student to ask.

"Excuse me, classmate, do you know where Director Tian is?"

"He's either in the office, in the studio, or on the way from office to studio." The classmate replied mischievously.

"Where's the studio?"

"Right there." The classmate pointed ahead.

After thanking this classmate, Ling Yunpeng walked forward in the direction pointed by his classmate, and sure enough, in the studio, Ling Yunpeng saw a middle-aged man with a beard and shoulder-length hair.

Ling Yunpeng stood at the door and knocked on the door: "May I ask if you are Director Tian?" “

The middle-aged man turned around: "You're looking for me?" “

"Yes, I am a reporter from Xinmin Daily, my name is Lin Yanan, and I want to ask you something about Professor Sergei." Ling Yunpeng showed his press card to Director Tian.

"You want to know about Sergei?" Tian Yixuan stopped the paintbrush in his hand and sighed: "Everyone is dead, what else is there to say!" “

"Professor Tian, although Professor Sergei has unfortunately passed away, he is still very influential in the art world after all, not to mention those art lovers, industry insiders, and even ordinary citizens are shocked by his sudden death. So I wanted to know more about him. “

"It is said that peers are inferior, although my relationship with Sergei is not incompatible, but we often argue because of different ideas, he is indeed a very talented person, I admit this, but I think a painter should not limit himself to imitation, imprison himself in the existing genre, should know how to innovate and break through, but Sergei is obsessed with copying those famous masterpieces, of course, I admit that he can bring himself a lot of money by doing so. However, I think that blindly imitating the predecessors is not advisable, and it will make me lack the motivation to create. But now that people are dead, what's the point of saying this? Tian Yixuan excitedly talked about the difference in artistic views between him and Sergei.

"Professor Tian, I would like to ask Mr. Sergei what other hobbies he has besides painting?" Ling Yunpeng wanted to start with some details of his life to see if this Sergei had some connection to the treasure map.

"He doesn't smoke or drink, he doesn't like gambling and women, in addition to painting, he also does some sculpture, and he is actually very accomplished in sculpture. In addition to his art-related hobbies, he probably fishes, and he rarely communicates with others, often sketching and fishing alone, and I wonder if this time he fell into the water because of fishing, causing a tragedy. “

"Oh? Did he go fishing before he disappeared? Ling Yunpeng looked up at Tian Yixuan suddenly.

"Yes, the last time I saw him more than two months ago, I saw him go out fishing with a fishing rod and a basket. I guess it's Russians, because they all speak Russian. “

"Russian man?" Ling Yunpeng hurriedly took out Andre's photo from his briefcase: "Is it this person?" “

Tian Yixuan took the photo and looked at it: "Yes, that's right, it's him, I and Sergei's dormitory are right next to each other, I saw this man come to Sergei, and then the two of them left together with fishing rods." “

"Did they know each other before?" Ling Yunpeng asked curiously.

Tian Yixuan nodded: "Yes, the two of them seem to have a good relationship, this person may be one of Sergei's few friends." “

"Is Sergei staying in the dormitory? Can you take me to see it? Ling Yunpeng wanted to get to know this Professor Sergei more intuitively.

"Okay, I'll take you." Tian Yixuan stood up from the stool.

After leaving the studio, Tian Yixuan took Ling Yunpeng through the two teaching buildings and came to the professor's dormitory building.

Ling Yunpeng found that the door was unlocked, so he gently pushed Sergei's room open: "Why is the door unlocked?" “

"Seven days after his disappearance, we reported the case, and the police smashed the lock and came in to check, but we didn't come to any conclusions, we thought at first that Sergei had gone to sketch in other places, but we couldn't contact him, and then the more we thought about it, the more wrong it became, so we called the police."

Ling Yunpeng looked around, the room was small and messy, there were brushes, paints, in addition to some paintings, there were some sculptures, and on an unfinished canvas, a draft of a woman's portrait was faintly visible. Ling Yunpeng took a closer look, and the canvas was painted with a portrait of Anna.