"Is this handsome guy with wings an angel?"

Yu Fangfang gently tugged her chin, and while looking at the painting, she looked at Zheng Ziqi beside her with her eyebrows and thoughts.

"Well, during the Renaissance, there were a lot of paintings with religious themes, so the appearance rate of angels was very high."

"Then why doesn't this girl have wings?" Yu Fangfang stretched out her hand and pointed to the girl's back.

"A great writer is really a great writer, and he captured the extraordinary thing about this painting at once." Zheng Ziqi smiled and threw an appreciative glance at Yu Fangfang.

Being praised by Zheng Ziqi like this, Yu Fangfang's whole face seemed to suddenly become brighter, but she said lightly: "Alas, this is something that ordinary people can see, okay, tell me quickly, what is going on with this girl?" ”

"To put it simply, this girl is actually a mortal, and when this male angel fell into the world, he met her by chance, and since then he has fallen in love with her uncontrollably. What is depicted in this painting is a period of time when they were in love. ”

"The angel falls in love with a mortal, although this drama is not new, it was still very radical in the Renaissance period, showing people's dissatisfaction and rebellion against the rigidity of class."

Yu Fangfang nodded thoughtfully while listening, and suddenly her eyes widened, and her whole face became bright.

"Aha, there it is!" Yu Fangfang said, and snapped her fingers in a chic way.

"What's there?" Zheng Ziqi looked at Yu Fangfang suspiciously.

"The idea for the novel is here!" Yu Fangfang excitedly grabbed Zheng Ziqi's arm.

"I'm not writing about a Renaissance painter who travels to the modern world, yes, let's set the woman who took his painting as an angel, and this angel is the same angel that the painter fell in love with 500 years ago. And this angel, who has been waiting for the reincarnation of the painter, has been waiting for 500 years, and finally looked forward to him. And then add some elements that hinder them from being together, what angelic precepts, painter's psychological barriers, etc., in short, in this way, the story becomes much better! Hey, what do you think? ”

Yu Fangfang approached Zheng Ziqi very recklessly, and her eyes full of expectation burned Zheng Ziqi's face slightly.

Zheng Ziqi frowned with some disgust, she didn't like people to be so close to each other, and those burning eyes fell on her face, making people think that the slightest flaw on her face would be seen through by her.

Zheng Ziqi had no choice but to take a step back, nodded with a smile and said, "Well, great, I want to see it now, you can write it out quickly!" Otherwise, you can write now! ”

In fact, Zheng Ziqi does find this story quite attractive, but it is already late, and it is almost time for her to go to bed for the sake of her skin's youthful appearance.

"Yes, yes, now that I'm inspired, I have to write down the outline of the story as soon as possible."

As she spoke, Yu Fangfang walked towards the door in a hurry, but saw that the metal door was tightly closed. It turns out that after this door is opened, it will automatically close again, and when it is opened from the inside, it also requires the owner's pupils to unlock it.

Yu Fangfang pulled the doorknob inward, but without moving, she looked back at Zheng Ziqi as if asking for help.

"How are you going to open this door?"

Zheng Ziqi smiled and quickened his pace, "You can't open this door, or I'll come." ”

As I walked to the door, my cell phone rang suddenly.

Who would call you at such a late hour? Zheng Ziqi raised his mobile phone suspiciously, and there was only a simple word "cloth" on it.

Brad Peake?!

If I remember correctly, this is the first time Brad Peake has called him, and he used to communicate through WeChat.

It seems that there must have been something very urgent, otherwise I wouldn't have called me so late.

"Hey ......"

Zheng Ziqi picked up the phone and took a few steps indoors, widening the distance between him and Yu Fangfang.

"Listen to me, Xiang Xiaotian is likely to come tonight to steal the world famous painting you just photographed, you have to be careful. We're on our way over. ”

Before Zheng Ziqi could respond, the other end of the phone had already hung up.

"It's so late, it can't be your boyfriend, right?" Yu Fangfang's gossip was suddenly full of interest.

"Ugh." Zheng Ziqi replied vaguely, his expression looked a little flustered, and his whole face seemed to be a little paler than just now.

"What's wrong with you? Why does it look a little absent-minded, it can't be a quarrel with your boyfriend, right? Yu Fangfang asked tentatively, a pair of eyes swirling around Zheng Ziqi's face.

For gossip, Yu Fangfang is like a cat smelling fishy, and she can't help but chase the past towards that smell.

Zheng Ziqi didn't answer, and as if he hadn't heard her at all, he was intently clicking on something on the phone screen.

Yu Fangfang curiously leaned over to take a look, only to see that the mobile phone screen presented a nine-square grid-like monitoring screen, and Yu Fangfang quickly recognized that this was the monitoring screen of Zheng Ziqi's own house.

Out of the writer's intuition, Yu Fangfang suddenly had a bad premonition, and her heart suddenly slammed into each other.

"What the hell is going on?" Yu Fangfang asked in a low voice.

"There may be thieves in our house."

Saying this, the expression on Zheng Ziqi's face seemed to freeze suddenly, and after a few seconds, he opened a pair of frightened eyes and turned his head to look at Yu Fangfang.

"The thief has come in!"

Zheng Ziqi stretched out his finger and clicked on a grid of surveillance screens on the mobile phone screen, and the screen was enlarged to the full screen, and he could clearly see two men in black sneakily sticking to a door.

The metallic texture of that door suggests that they ...... Now...... It's outside this door!

Yu Fangfang covered her mouth with her hand in horror, for fear that she would scream out loud, and her black eyes were full of terrifying clouds.

"Call the police, call the police, call the police!" This thought flashed through Yu Fangfang's mind, and suddenly as if grasping a life-saving straw, there was hope for life in her eyes.

If there were two ordinary humans outside the door, it might be useful to call the police, but unfortunately, there were two fallen angels outside, and human weapons were almost useless to them.

"Don't worry, the police are already on their way."

When Zheng Ziqi said the police, he actually meant Brad Peake.

"When did you call the police, why don't I know?" Yu Fangfang asked with a puzzled expression.

"The security system in the house has been activated, it is connected to 110, and the system has automatically alarmed."

Of course, the system did not automatically call the police, the reason why Zheng Ziqi said this was just to make Yu Fangfang feel at ease as soon as possible, not to mention that the angel could not let her know.

"Oh, oh, that's good." Yu Fangfang's mood was a little calm, but she still couldn't help pinching her fingers and walking back and forth in the room.

——————— Dividing Line———————

Xiang Xiaotian's original plan was to follow up with Zheng Ziqi when he opened the metal door of the Tibetan studio, and then restrain them in an instant, and then take the painting.

But when I came down from the roof, I was slightly delayed by the secretary for a few seconds, and the door had already closed automatically.

Xiang Xiaotian grabbed the doorknob and pushed and pulled it a few times, but the door didn't move, obviously the door had been locked from the inside.

"Why don't we go through the wall?" The secretary asked.

"Wait a minute, if we don't have to, let's not show our superpowers in front of humans."

Xiang Xiaotian knew very well what kind of creatures humans were, and if he knew that there was a group of lifeforms in this world that were more powerful than them, he would definitely find a way to get rid of them as soon as possible.

The experience of history has taught him that human beings do not want to be threatened by any living organism, even if you only exist, it will make them feel uncomfortable!

20 minutes later.

"Why haven't they come out yet? If you wait like this, when will it be a head? The secretary man said a little anxiously.

"Don't wait, let's go in!" Xiang Xiaotian made a gesture to enter.

"Okay!"

The secretary man suddenly came to his senses, turned his head and hit the wall, this skill of passing through the wall, for the fallen angel, it was as simple and casual as snapping his fingers.

I only heard a muffled sound of "bang", and the secretary man's forehead was knocked hard, and he couldn't take care of the pain first, but he was taken aback.

What's going on? Why is the skill of piercing through the wall not working? This is the first time in history!

Could it be that you don't use your own mental power enough?

The secretary decided to try again, he closed his eyes against the wall, and after letting the telekinesis fill all corners of his body, he opened his eyes again and slammed into the wall.

There was another muffled sound of "bang", and the secretary man touched his head, which was not lightly hit, and looked at Xiang Xiaotian with a confused expression.

"This wall has been enchanted!"

Xiang Xiaotian condensed a cloud of black gas in the palm of his hand, and when the black gas touched the wall, it was faintly visible that the wall reflected a golden light.

"Do you see this golden light? That's the enchantment. ”

"Enchantment? How can this wall have an enchantment? The secretary asked puzzled.

"This kind of enchantment, only the archangel level or above has the ability to set it, it seems that this Zheng Ziqi is not small!"

"Could it be that she's a high-ranking angel?" The secretary man's face showed a look of horror.

Xiang Xiaotian shook his head: "Impossible, on the night of the auction held in the Church of Santa Maria Maggiore, I had close contact with her, and she had no angelic aura on her." ”

"Could it be that a high-ranking angel is helping her?"

"It's not so much about helping her, it's about instructing her! Now everything makes sense! Xiang Xiaotian suddenly raised his head from his thoughts, and a faint blue flame ignited in his eyes.

The secretary man didn't feel a pang in his heart, he knew that this was a signal of Xiang Xiaotian's anger. In my impression, Xiang Xiaotian hadn't been so angry for a long time. Although he wanted to know what made sense, he kept his mouth shut and didn't dare to ask.

"Our whereabouts may have been exposed, this place is not suitable for long, we need to go in as soon as possible and take the painting away!"

Xiang Xiaotian groaned slightly, and began to run quickly in the direction of the living room.

Although the secretary didn't understand what Xiang Xiaotian was doing, he hurriedly followed, and historical experience told him that it was better to keep his mouth shut at this time.

When he arrived in the living room, Xiang Xiaotian's eyes roamed around, and soon, a photo wall jumped into his eyes, and all the photos from various periods since Zheng Ziqi's debut were hung on it.

Xiang Xiaotian walked quickly closer, and his eyes fell on a close-up photo of Zheng Ziqi's face. Without saying a word, he leaned his head over, so that his eyes were almost attached to Zheng Ziqi's eyes in the photo.

Principal Xiang: This is ...... Are you kissing Zheng Ziqi? The secretary man was so spicy by this picture that his eyes couldn't open a little.

A burst of blue light flashed from Xiang Xiaotian's eyes, Xiang Xiaotian raised his head, glanced at the secretary man, and said lightly: "I copied her pupils, which should be used to unlock the door." ”