Chapter 9: Lost Time
Instead of immediately returning to the pawnshop or going underground to see Xuan Tong, he went straight to the auction house and took out the peerless painting of Chen Wenjing. He knew that this was the best opportunity for him to think independently, without mixing anyone's opinions, and it would also make his mind much more stable.
As always, the supervisor persuaded the torture to entrust them with the auction of the painting, but the torture technique refused as always.
When the door closed, and Torture moved a chair to sit there looking at the peerless painting, a figure slipped down from the top of the storehouse and landed firmly behind him.
Without looking back, the torturer said, "I'm looking for you." β
"Really?" Ma Fei, who was wearing a beige trench coat, his hair was coiled, and he was carrying a handbag in his hand, smiled, "It seems that we have telepathy, and I think it's time to find you." β
Seeing that Ma Fei could easily sneak into the auction house in such a costume, and could climb up and down, it can be seen that his kung fu is far more terrifying than he imagined.
Ma Fei walked to the side of the peerless painting and asked, "You are looking for me to ask, what happened to Pan Feng before?" Or do you want to ask about Fan Junyi? β
Torture said: "There are doubts, the off-road vehicle you gave me is the same as Qi Baye's back then, and it also made a scratch in the same position, I think, at that time, you were reminding me that Pan Feng's case was directly related to Qi Baye and Fan Junyi, and it was later confirmed that it was right, the basement studio of the peerless building was provided by Qi Baye, and the real peerless painting was also in the hands of Qi Baye, and more importantly, the thief of the Jade Casting Society was Fan Junyi, and Fan Junyi also assisted Xuantong, of course, what I admire most about you is, Before I went to Heaven and Earth Mansion, you already had some kind of special connection with them, and you already knew what would happen next, so what I want to ask is, is Pan Feng's case a test? β
Ma Fei looked at the torture technique and smiled: "I said, no matter what I do, the ultimate goal is for Qimen!" β
Xingshu shook his head: "I'm curious, who is your client?" β
Ma Fei said: "You know the rules, I can't say. β
"Okay, it's your turn, why did you suddenly show up?" β
"I was a bit busy before, and I was busy raising money for orphanages and special schools." Ma Fei looked at the peerless painting, "Don't be surprised, I just want to do some good deeds, after all, I have done a lot of things that lack virtue, so I want to accumulate some virtue, it's as simple as that." β
Xingshu nodded, and then got up: "It seems that our conversation today has to end early, I'll ask someone to put the painting away, do you want to avoid it first?" β
"No, I can come and go at this level of auction." Maffei smiled, "I'm here to give you some guidance." β
Torturer smiled: "No need, right? β
"Don't you need it?" Ma Fei put away his smile, "I'll just say so, with you now, even if you add your master Zheng Cangqiong, you may not be able to unlock the secret in this painting, you should use your brain to think about it, why did Xing Renju not only entrust the Chen brothers to help him paint, but also told some of the secrets to the Xuan family?" Is it just to muddy the waters and complicate things? β
Torture looked at Ma Fei: "I don't understand what you mean?" β
Ma Fei looked at the peerless painting: "Don't forget, the Xuan family is an expert in jade, let me give you a hint, do you know Xiangyu?" β
Xingshu immediately shook his head: "The real fragrant jade only exists in legends, and even if it once existed, it would either disappear long ago, or it was concocted by some craftsmen with spices and jade in the past, and the fragrance would only last for a year or two at most, and it could not last." β
"Really?" Ma Fei was still questioning with rhetorical questions, she touched the frame of the peerless painting and said, "Then you say, where did the fragrance in this painting come from?" β
Xingshu looked at Ma Fei's hand: "You mean, when Chen Wenjing painted the peerless painting, it was with the help of Xuan Ding or Xuan Yang, otherwise, there is no need for Chen Wenjing and Chen Daxu to start this matter more than ten years after accepting the commission of Xing Renju." β
Indeed, according to Xuantong, when Xing Renju commissioned the Chen brothers to paint hidden clues, it was still during the puppet Manchukuo period, the end of the Anti-Japanese War, the collapse of the puppet Manchukuo regime, and it was not until around 1964 that the Chen brothers really began to paint peerless paintings, which was 16 years apart.
Isn't it too long to spend 16 years preparing for a painting?
Ma Fei nodded: "Give a hint and you can deduce it, it is worthy of torture." β
Torture immediately asked, "I'm wondering, how do you know so many things that others don't know?" β
"Criminal art, I don't have the ability to go through the sky, it's just that I intervened in this matter before you, that is, my investigation was a few years earlier than you." Ma Fei took his hand off the frame and walked to the torture technique, "A few years of investigation can let me know a lot of secrets, because I do everything by means of trading, so that you who intervene later will be thrown away by me." β
Torture shook his head: "Since that's the case, why do you still want to find me?" You can't just find it yourself. β
"You're a chaser, I'm not, of course, there are other reasons I can't tell you now, so when the client approached me, I found you." β
Torture immediately asked, "Did your client entrust you to find me, or was it your own decision?" β
Ma Fei smiled again: "Keep it secret for the time being, I'll tell you later, okay, I'm pretty much done, you should know how to do it, I'm leaving." β
Torture stopped Ma Fei: "Hey, how can I contact you?" β
"Your accosting is very direct." Ma Fei seemed to smile, leaned closer to the torture technique and whispered, "Or are you hurt by He Chenxue and want to find a little comfort from me?" β
Ma Fei's words made the torture technique a little annoyed, and he subconsciously said: "Don't talk nonsense!" β
Ma Fei suddenly laughed: "You are cute when you are in a hurry, I am gone, I will appear when you need me, don't worry." β
After Ma Fei finished speaking, he turned around and stood on the side of the door, and said to the torture: "Trouble you to call someone, I'm going to go out, I don't want to climb up and down in front of you, it's a little indecent." β
After the torture called someone, the security guard outside the door opened the door, and the supervisor and security walked in without any suspicion, and when they entered, Maffei winked at the torture technique, got up and swaggered away from behind the directors and security guards who had their backs to him.
Xingshu looked at the door, and the director turned around and glanced at him, and asked, "Mr. Xing, what's wrong?" β
"No, please put the painting away." After the torture was finished, he added with a smile, "Don't persuade me anymore, I really won't sell this painting, but I will pay you twice the storage fee before, and in addition, in terms of insurance, I also trouble you to help me operate it and give me the maximum amount of insurance." β
The director nodded, and after waiting for the peerless painting to be re-stocked, he led the torture technique out of the auction house, becoming more polite than before, because he had a commission for the storage fee, and he could also get a large amount of handling fee in terms of insurance fees.
It was already night, he stood on the street and wandered, not knowing whether he should go directly to Xuan Tong or do something else, and finally he chose to go back to the pawnshop first, after all, he hadn't taken care of it for a while, he had to go back to check the account book to see if Master and Tian Lianfeng had received anything new recently, maybe there was something to relieve his boredom.
When the torturer returned to the pawnshop and opened the door, the moment he turned on the light, he saw a short-haired man in a sweatshirt sitting behind the counter, and when he subconsciously wanted to touch the telescopic stick placed in the curtain at the door, the man in front of the counter took the telescopic stick out from under the counter: "Don't look for it, it's here." β
It was only at this time that the torture technique saw clearly that the person in front of him was Fan Meng, and Fan Meng also changed his hairstyle, looking much more energetic than before, it should be said that his current hairstyle is similar to the torture technique, so the two of them have become more similar.
"Young Master Fan, it's a bit too much to trespass on other people's shops without invitation, isn't it?" The torturer closed the door with his hand, and looked down at the alarm at the door, the alarm was not touched, which means that the door was not pried open, but opened directly with his own electronic chip lock.
Where did Van Meng get the key? After a little thought, he understood that it was impossible for him to get the key from Zheng Cangqiong, and the only way was to come from half a bucket of paddy field refining peaks.
Torture walked to the counter, pointed to the chair outside, and said, "Please leave from the inside, and then sit on the guest seat as you should be, otherwise, I will call the police immediately." β
"It should." Fan Meng smiled and left the counter, and when he walked past the torture technique, he said, "Seriously, the two of us still look alike." β
Torture was silent, sat back at the counter, and asked, "Why did Young Master Fan come to me so late?" β
Fan Meng lowered his head and rubbed his forehead and said, "Mr. Xing, can you speak like a normal person?" I'm not here to find fault. β
The torture technique immediately said: "I stole someone's key, and I came here in the middle of the night, not to find fault, but for what?" β
"For the sake of ......" Fan Meng thought about it for a long time before looking at the torture technique, "For He Chenxue!" β
Torture shook his head: "It's not necessary, right?" β
"Yes! Very necessary! I know, you like her, I like her, who doesn't like a beautiful girl, besides, she is so unique, human nature, although I am jealous, but I am also calm, after all, I have disappeared for so many years, she is so young, I used to be only lovers with her, there is no legal constraint, so there is something between her and you, that's normal. Fan Meng continued to bow his head and rub his forehead, "But don't get me wrong, I'm not here mainly to solve this matter with you, but for He Chenxue's sister He Yuejia." β
Xingshu was secretly surprised in his heart, and subconsciously pinched the telescopic stick next to him, and found that when Fan Meng stared at his right hand, he subconsciously put the telescopic stick under the counter, and then asked, "What do you mean?" β
Fan Meng changed the topic: "Do you know why I disappeared back then?" β
"I'm not interested." The torture technique is straightforward.
Fan Meng said: "The purpose of my trip to Xiangxi is to find He Yuejia. β
Xingshu sneered: "I didn't expect that Young Master Fan likes to make up stories. β
"Okay." "Then you just tell me a story." β
Xingshu turned around: "I'm going to make tea, there is smoke and tea snacks, so as to set off the story, but I don't know what type of story you are telling?" I've always felt that if the story is a bit scary, then you should drink some black tea, Zhengshan Xiaozhong, Jin Junmei or something, if the story is a little irritable, then drink green tea, you can get angry. β
Fan Meng smiled: "I like green tea, Tieguanyin, Luohan agarwood or phoenix narcissus can be." β
"Let's drink Jin Junmei." The torture technique boiled water, prepared the tea set, and said in a cold tone.
"Good!" Fan Meng nodded, "Guests are as good as they can be." β
When he pressed the switch of the electric kettle, he said, "You can start." β
"He Chenxue's identity, you must also know, he is Xuantong's biological daughter, the younger sister of the twins." Fan Meng looked at the face of the torture technique with no surprised expression, "Look, I know you know about this, do you think Xuan Tong knows?" β
Torture said lightly: "Do you still tell stories?" β
"I'm sorry." Fan Meng smiled and nodded, "He Yuejia's personality is completely opposite to He Chenxue, she is very independent, she has been independent since she was a child, like an adult, and He Chenxue is like a doll, or a plush toy, very cute, well-behaved, soft-spoken, very gentle, but I know that He Chenxue has always been very envious of her sister's independence and self-expression, and she is also imitating in private, so, maybe sometimes you will see an indifferent He Chenxue, but in fact, it is not her, it is her imitation of her sister." β
The torture subconsciously remembered the first time she saw He Chenxue, she at that time and now she are indeed like two people, although there are times when they are indifferent, but they used to be deliberately indifferent, and now they are helpless silence, just like when they parted at the door of the auction house that day, He Chenxue behaved, even silence could not hide the panic in his heart.
"She's not a toy." Torture suddenly said such a sentence.
Fan Meng nodded: "That's just a metaphor, I can't find a suitable metaphor." β
"And then?" Torture asked again, turning to glance at the kettle that was already ringing.
Fan Meng said: "The relationship between the two sisters is indescribably good, but that year suddenly He Yuejia disappeared, the four major workers and all the disciples kept looking, no one found where He Yuejia was, and finally had to accept the fact that she was missing, even the police couldn't find it, and it was so big that abduction was impossible, and He Yuejia was so smart, so I was thinking, maybe she wanted to leave and do something she wanted to do, and later, my idea was confirmed, and I received a letter." , is He Yuejia's handwritten letter. β
After Fan Meng finished speaking, he took out a folded letter from his pocket and put it on the table next to him, which meant that he would let the torture technique come and see it for himself.
Xingshu looked at the letter on the table, and didn't walk over, just watched, for a long time, the kettle rang, and the torture who stared at the letter didn't react, Fan Meng pointed to the back of the counter and said, "The water is boiling." β
Only then did the torture come back to his senses from the analysis, turned around and picked up the kettle, and began to prepare to make tea, and then took the sea of tea to Fan Meng, put it on the table, poured the tea and said, "Please tea." β
At the same time that Fan Meng picked up the cup, the torture technique also sat down and picked up the letter, and slowly opened it, the letter was not long-
β¦β¦
Van Meng:
See Xinjia.
I'm all right, now I'm in the mountains of Xiangxi Lin, about a day away from the nearest Baojing County, down the river, it takes five days to walk the slowest way, take the provincial road to cross the county road, it only takes one day to drive, but after going down the mountain, I can only walk, and it takes a day to go up the mountain.
I'm halfway up the mountain in a village called 'Kocuo', and the people here are very nice.
I hope you can come to me, I have something to ask for, please don't tell anyone else about it.
Remember.
Remember.
He Yuejia handwritten
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The whole letter was so short, but he had read it ten times, and after reading it for the first time, all that flashed in his mind was the facesβXuan Tong, He Chenxue, He Yuejia, and the four brothers of the Xu family who lived in the same room in the detention center.
These people all have one thing in common - they are all Hunanese.
He Yuejia and He Chenxue are the daughters of Xuantong, and their ancestral home should also belong to Hunan.
Xingshu felt that these must not be coincidences, and among the things that he had recently investigated and known, there was also a direct connection with Xiangxi, and there was no doubt that the reason why Fan Meng came with the letter today was also to tell him this point.
Of course, the letter also revealed a lot of suspicions, which people can basically see at a glance.
Instead of speculating, the torturer folded the letter and put it back in its previous position.
Fan Meng glanced at the letter, then looked at the torture technique and asked, "What do you think?" β
"I don't need to analyze it anymore, do you?" Xingshu shook his head and said, "With this letter, you have already been to this village called Jiacuo. β
Fan Mengdao: "I want to know, your opinion is the same as my original opinion, is it from my point of view, you will do the same thing, I am now hoping that you will help me, I am asking for your help." β
Fan Meng said very sincerely, and the torture had to say: "Judging from the letter, He Yuejia's most written text is how to get to the place where she is, basically it can be said that it is written in detail, I have been to Hunan several times, Xiangxi has also been to twice, and I have also passed by Baojing County, but I have not heard of Lin Geshan, but according to what she wrote in the letter, it is not difficult to find where she is, but if she does not write in such detail, you have to blindly find it, and it is also very difficult." β
Fan Meng nodded: "That's right." β
Xingshu glanced at the letter, and said: "She only has a simple sentence in the second paragraph, writing that she is in a village called Jiacuo halfway up the mountain, and she also added a sentence 'The people here are very good', judging from common sense, if you want to write about the customs and customs in the letter, she will definitely spend some pen and ink to describe it, but there is no here, so the most terrible thing about this letter is here, just that sentence' People here are very nice', it will be reminiscent of her being kidnapped or detained, and she wrote this letter, and the person who detained her asked her to write it, so that you can go, and it feels like a pyramid scheme, and people are waiting for you to jump in. β
Fan Meng continued to nod: "What else?" β
Xingshu poured tea sideways: "Although you know it's a trap, you have to go, the reason is very simple, your relationship with He Yuejia is extraordinary, you may have been lovers in high school, right?" β
While pouring the tea, his eyes kept staring at Fan Meng.
Fan Meng didn't answer, picked up the teacup and drank it slowly, like a weathered old man in his seventies and eighties.