The black shadow first leaned on the protruding eaves under the window on the second floor, the window on the second floor was closed, and if it was to be opened, it would make a big noise and alarm the guards below.

In the night, the face of the black shadow was covered by a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes, which were as deep as the night, in addition to the coldness of ice and snow, but also revealed a touch of firmness and inevitable.

He flipped it like a tanuki, stretched out the hanging pendant, and climbed up the eaves of the third floor, and then crouched there, trying to see if the window on the third floor could be opened.

He was almost completely attached to the tiles of the eaves, and even if someone looked up, he couldn't see anything. Of course, his situation is also extremely dangerous, the tile is glazed tile, extremely slippery, as long as there is the slightest carelessness, the foot will slip, the whole body slides out of the tile.

This is the third floor, and if you slide down, you will fall straight down.

Not to mention whether you will fall to your death if you fall, but such a movement will inevitably alarm those guards.

However, the black shadow artist is bold, holding it firmly with one hand, and the palm seems to have a suction force, firmly fixing the body. The other one pushed the windows. If one side doesn't open, it will slowly slide to push the next one. Finally, he stopped at one place.

He waited for a while, and when the patrol returned and the crowd asked about the situation, he quickly opened the unlocked pane and dodged inside. After entering, he blocked the falling pane with his backhand, and the window closed silently again.

The whole process is calculated just right, and each action is neither more than one point, nor less than one point.

In such a tightly guarded place, this is simply a step-by-step camp, every step is terrifying.

The dark shadow in the attic did not relax.

He first adjusted his eyes to the dark atmosphere, and by the not-so-bright moonlight, he glanced into the attic. The attic says it's a study, but there aren't many books.

It's more of a delicate and luxurious piece of great value, and there are several paintings hanging on the walls.

Each of these paintings is worth a lot of money, there are famous artists of the previous generation, and there are contemporary Confucians, but I am afraid that the cheapest one will cost three or four thousand taels of silver a piece.

Or in this county guard's house, these paintings are only used to negotiate the price.

As for the elegance of calligraphy and painting itself, where can this Wang Junshou, who has been wrapped in gold and silver and other vulgar things, feel it?

Looking at the furnishings in the pavilion, especially seeing the value behind those furnishings, there was a coldness in the eyes of the black shadow, this dog official, the things on the third floor of the attic alone are not more than a million taels.

A county guard, the head of a county, a parent official, does not think of the people, but makes a lot of money.

He must find more evidence of this dog official's crimes, so that he will no longer be able to be justified and will never recover.

This black shadow is Huangfu Jingchen!

The environment in which he lived since he was a child made him extremely visionary and eye-catching. Those calligraphy and paintings, you can know the origin and authenticity of the fake, and those utensils and ornaments, you can know the origin of the noble and low.

Some of these things are worth a thousand gold.

But in the eyes of Huangfu Jingchen, it is all dung. He only glanced at it, and then put it down, without the slightest intention of taking it for himself.

At the moment, all he cares about is collecting incriminating evidence.

Letters, Lists, Books......

Anything that can reveal the true face of the king.

Although Huangfu Jingchen's movements were fast, they were extremely light, and under the attic, the guards were around, and as long as there was a sound, they would be alarmed.

He didn't let go of anything, and searched it very carefully.

There were account books in the county guard's mansion, however, the two books he found were fake.

After several searches, he speculated that the real account book was in this attic, which was heavily guarded on all sides, and he had also planned it, so he searched tonight.

He rummaged around very lightly, as long as it was a book, he opened it, and he had also seen the porcelain that could be hidden, and even checked whether there was a dark room on the wall.

The entire third floor was searched, but there was none.

Looks like we'll have to go down to the second floor.

You don't have to be so dangerous to go down to the second floor, you can go down the stairs directly from the inside.

Huangfu Jingchen was very careful, and listened attentively when he went down the stairs.

There was no movement on the second floor.

When you land on this level, you can even hear the chatter of the two guards below.

It's been guarding here, and the guards are boring too.

Huangfu Jingchen was a little relieved, and first took a look at the environment, there were more books on the second floor, and it looked like a serious study.

Looking at the rows of bookshelves, continue to rummage, moving lighter, faster and more carefully.

His eyes were more determined, his search was more detailed, and the east side was gone, and he turned to the south again.

Although there were some books and handwritten booklets on the shelves, when I opened them, I looked closely at them in the moonlight, and they were not. Soon, the search was carried out on all sides, but still nothing was found.

That's not right!

Huangfu Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, groaned slightly, and began to look at the wall, between the bookshelves and the bookshelves, there were large blank walls, and four paintings were hung.

Three of them, like the paintings on the third floor, are by famous artists. The landscape painting on the south wall, although it is also made by a person who is good at painting, can be seen to be much worse than the other three.

It's not a famous guy either.

Huangfu Jingchen stood in front of the painting.

Landscape is an ordinary landscape, although the painting method has some skills, but usually, as long as you have practiced calligraphy and painting for three or five years, you can do it.

Good at painting but not proficient, but it's just vassal elegance, right?

Huangfu Jingchen's eyes moved, and he guessed who this Jinshan Sanren was.

This must be Wang Junshou himself.

After all, he entered the Shi from the literature, although the Nanxia Shizi also took the road of the imperial examination in the cold window for ten years, but they all practiced the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, one is pleasant, and the other is also a capital that can be obtained in the future.

It is not unusual for Wang Junshou to be able to draw a good picture.

Among the works of famous artists everywhere, there is a painting of his own that treasures himself, which seems to be quite normal.

However, Huangfu Jingchen felt that it didn't seem so normal.

He looked at the painting, which was beautifully framed, delicate, conspicuous, and even larger.

It's too exaggerated to frame it like this.

This study, if you want to say that the most weird thing is this place.

Since it is the same painting, and the frames of the other three are the same, why is this one special?

Huangfu Jingchen thought about it and reached out to take down the painting.

The painting is connected to the shaft, which is quite light, which is even more wrong.

Huangfu Jingchen checked the painting, there is no problem, but such a large shaft wood is lighter? Does this mean that it is empty? Why use an empty shaft?

Huangfu Jingchen's heart moved, and he checked the painting scroll.

This inspection found a problem, and there was indeed a hole in the painting shaft.

It was written with a thin and very thin silk paper and a thin pen. The silk hidden in the two scrolls was originally a small booklet, and it was divided into three hundred pages, each with more than ten strips.

found the same again, Huangfu Jingchen was relieved and ready to put away and leave.

Suddenly, his wrist tightened, as if something was entangled, and the silk book fell to the ground with a snap.