Jinqiu called Duan Sanniang and told her that Qing'er was with him, and asked her not to worry, Qing'er would live with him tonight. Although Duan Sanniang is a little unwilling, she prefers to enjoy the tranquility in Chifeng Mountain than to enter the noisy metropolis of Zhonghai City. When Jinqiu returns to the (chūn) flavor bar with Qing'er, the attention of all the people in the bar is attracted by this little loli with a double ponytail and eyes like grapes. The biggest reaction was Yuu Toyoya, who had no resistance to the pretty little girl at all. Yu Fenggu hugged Qing'er in his arms and kissed him hard, and said.

"Jinqiu, is this your daughter? 真可 (ài). ”

When Jinqiu heard this, he blushed and explained.

"No, no. Qing'er is my sister. ”

Then Fenggu Yu carefully looked at Qing'er and Jinqiu and said.

"Oh, when you say that, I really think Qing'er is more attractive than you."

Jinqiu smiled lightly, then walked over to Qing'er (shēn) and said.

"Qing'er and this sister will stay for a while, I still have a job. When I'm done, I'll take you to something delicious, okay? ”

Qing'er nodded obediently, and then Toyoya Yu said excitedly.

"Qing'er, my sister will take you to find something interesting."

Jinqiu said suddenly.

"Don't take my sister with you."

Fenggu Yu glanced at Jinqiu, and then walked to the back rest area with Qing'er. At this time, Han Shuo walked over and said.

"I've found the information you wanted. About 20 years ago, there was indeed a painter named Ghost Eye in Zhonghai City, who was the best at copying, and he could paint the essence of any painting as long as he was left alone with that painting for one night. I relied on this skill to draw a lot of fakes for those illegal traders, and even experts couldn't distinguish the authenticity. ”

Zhang Ze complained.

"Copiers?"

"I can't say that. It is said that the paintings he copied contain a mysterious and ethereal soul that surpasses the original author. ”

Fang Fan thought for a while and said.

"And how did he die?"

"Missing, to be exact."

"Missing?"

"Hmm. Do you remember the "Medusa's Gaze" that caused a sensation in the world before? ”

Everyone thought about it for a moment, and Fang Fan said.

"Is it the cursed painting?"

"That's right. When Ghost Eye finished painting the "Medusa Gaze", he disappeared. And the real and the fake are gone, and they have not been found so far. ”

Zhang Ze asked with a blank expression.

"What 'Medusa's Gaze'?"

Fang Fan took out a bottle of wine from the bar and said.

"It was a cursed painting, and anyone who stared at Medusa's deep, enchanting swirling eyes would be slain by their own demons. The original author of this painting was an Italian priest who devoted his life to the Lord, but he never escaped the pain of manslaughter, and the most unforgettable thing for him was the empty eyes of the man when he died. He unconsciously brought that feeling (qíng) into the painting, and legend has it that after the painting was completed, he hanged himself (shēn) under the church bell. ”

"I see. Could it be that Ghost Eye also died because of this curse? ”

"Didn't Han Shuo just say that he was missing?"

Zhang Ze scratched his head and said.

"I feel like no one can live after seeing this painting."

Han Shuo patted Zhang Ze on the shoulder and said.

"That was a long time ago, and it's inevitable that there are still some apocryphal elements to this day. Although the "Medusa Gaze" was rumored to be evil, in fact, its original work has been kept in foreign museums, but it was later stolen. Since then, the painting has been traded on the black market. The last time it appeared was before the ghost eye copied it, and after the copying was over, the ghost eye disappeared along with the fake or the real thing. ”

"If that's the case, could the ghost eyes and those two paintings be hidden by someone?"

"It's also hard to say. After all, collectors' habits are weird nowadays. ”

Mishima suddenly slapped his head and said.

"That's right. Collector. Now there is no more influential collector in the world than General. She might know something about the ghost eyes, so I asked Azuki to help ask. ”

Fang Fan continued.

"Put the ghost eye in advance. How's the investigation of the Devil-Eyed apprentice? ”

Han Shuo paused and said.

"His apprentice is so hard to find, it took him a long time to find it. This man's name was Du Ming, and he studied at the Academy of Fine Arts in a neighboring province. ”

"Gone?"

"It's gone. I still had a lot of effort to find this information. It is said that when Du Ming was in school, the school's database was burned by fire, and his materials were burned in the fire. If you go there, you may be able to meet a teacher who taught Du Ming. ”

Fang Fan sighed and said.

"I had to make a trip. In that case, Zhang Ze and I went to the Academy of Fine Arts to inquire about Du Ming's news, and the rest stayed in Zhonghai City. ”

Jinqiu pointed to himself and asked.

"What about me?"

"You can stay here and take care of backup support with Mishima."

次 (rì) Tianming, Fang Fan and Zhang Zedong (shēn) went to the Academy of Fine Arts in a neighboring province. When I got there, I learned that the art academy had changed from a full-time college to an ordinary college, and there were various majors to choose from, and the art disciplines of the past had been integrated into the art department.

There is never a shortage of chūn on campus, with girls' fluttering skirts like blooming flowers, and long hair swaying in the wind like ài storytellers, thrilling, long, or vulgar. Zhang Ze leaned over to Fang Fan (shēn) and whispered.

"It's still fresh air on campus."

After that, Zhang Ze took a deep breath, and then continued with an intoxicated face.

"It's good that women are still young."

"Don't forget to get down to business, you go to the Registrar's Office and ask. I wandered around campus. ”

"It's not fair, why are you watching the little girl here and let me run errands by myself?"

Fang Fan took out the phone and was about to call Wanli, but Zhang Ze hurriedly stopped him and said.

"I'll go, I'll go. I'll go now. ”

Zhang Zebu (qíng) walked to the academic affairs office reluctantly, knocked lightly on the door, and a moment later a voice came from inside to invite in. Zhang Ze pushed the door in, there were several teachers sitting in the room, Zhang Ze walked over to one of the teachers who looked experienced and asked.

"Hello, who is in charge of the art department now?"

The teacher pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said.

"It's Director Song, he's in the director's office next door."

"Thank you."

Zhang Ze came out and walked towards the office of the director of the Academic Affairs Office next door. Zhang Ze knocked on the door, and the person inside said.

"Please come in."

Zhang Ze pushed the door and entered, and saw an old man with gray hair sitting behind the desk, he looked at Zhang Ze and said.

"What's the matter?"

"Hello, I'm from the Zhonghai City Police Department. Do you remember Du Ming, a student? ”

The old man looked Zhang Ze up and down and said.

"Do you have anything to do with him?"

"It's not a big deal, I just want to find out about him."

"If it's not a big deal, then I can't tell others."

Zhang Ze was overjoyed in his heart, it seemed that this old man knew Du Ming's whereabouts. Zhang Ze continued.

"Actually, Du Ming is related to a kidnapping case in Zhonghai City a few days ago, so we want to learn some information about him."

The old man poured a glass of water for Zhang Ze, and Zhang Ze hurriedly took it with both hands, and the old man said.

"Kidnapping? It's been a long time since he graduated from our school, what's the use of you checking the past information? ”

The old man's unhurried attitude made Zhang Ze angry for a while. He usually hates answering questions the most, but in order to find Du Ming's information, he still endured it and said.

"You don't know, Du Ming has very little information in Zhonghai City, so I can only come to his alma mater to find it."

The old man sighed and said.

"Alma mater? If he still remembered that this was his alma mater, he wouldn't have set that fire in the first place. ”

"Huh? The fire was set by Du Ming back then? ”

"Du Ming was my student and the most promising seedling of that class, but the subject matter of his paintings was too dark and degenerate, so it was difficult to squeeze into the ranks of mainstream paintings. Du Ming's (xìng) grid, like his paintings, likes to express himself directly (xiōng) and disdain to be euphemistic. I remember that when I was a junior in college, Du Ming would often skip classes for no reason, and according to his classmates in the same dormitory at the time, Du Ming would often go out in the middle of the night and come back in the morning with full (shēn) oil paint. Perhaps due to the influence of the theme of his bell (ài), his classmates around him would reject him to a greater or lesser extent, but he was like a lonely street lamp, shining his own light.

Later, Du Ming dropped out of school, and not long after he dropped out, the school's archives were hit by a fire, and many students' materials were reduced to ashes in the fire. In the end, after unanimous consultation by the school, it was agreed to go private. Du Ming took out a large sum of money as compensation to the school, and when the matter was all settled, Du Ming disappeared. ”

"What about Du Ming's family (qíng)?"

"He also kept silent about his family, and all the money was earned by Du Ming himself."

"He's so good?"

"His paintings belong to a niche (ài) group. There are not many people who like it, but most of them are rich people, and at that time, one of his paintings could be sold for hundreds of thousands. ”

"It's amazing. Do you know where he went? ”

"I don't know."

"Thank you, excuse me."

Zhang Ze left the office, dialed Fang Fan's mobile phone, and said.

"Old Fang, where are you?"

"I'm in the library."

Zhang Ze ran to the library and found Fang Fan standing at the door, Zhang Ze stepped forward and asked.

"Why are you outside?"

"With your loud voice, you have to be blasted out when you go in. Did you get it? ”

Zhang Ze told Fang Fan the words of the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and Fang Fan thought about it and said.

"It seems that Du Ming has already followed the ghost eye at that time. Nothing but that? ”

"Hmm."

"It doesn't seem to have much useful information."

In the afternoon, Fang Fan and Zhang Ze returned to Zhonghai City, Du Ming's clue was broken, and now if you want to find his whereabouts, it seems that you have to go to the Kunjiao bar. However, one of the good things about it now is that knowing Du Ming's (shēn) share makes it much easier to find. Fang Fan looked at Zhang Ze and said.

"You go to Kunjiao Bar again."

Zhang Ze's eyes widened and he said.

"Still going? I was almost eaten by that perverted pussy last time.,I'm going to die if I go again this time.。 ”

"It's because she didn't get what she wanted last time, so you can only get what you want this time when you go again."

"What do you mean?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go. Jinqiu has already helped us register there last time, and no one will care about you this time. ”

"What about you?"

"I'm in charge of protecting you in secret."

Zhang Ze took the chewing gum in Fang Fan's hand and said.

"How? Chewing gum? ”

"Alright, you can go quickly."

Zhang Ze had no choice but to go to Kunjiao Bar as Fang Fan said. As soon as he arrived at the door of the bar, it was the black brother who was guarding the door, and when he saw Zhang Ze, he immediately took the initiative to help Zhang Ze open the door. Zhang Ze nodded and went in, and he went straight to the bar. At this time, Sanjo was facing away from him to sort out the wine on the wine cabinet, Zhang Ze lightly tapped the bar counter and said.

"Bartender, stinging heart."

Sanjo turned (shēn) and recognized Zhang Ze. But she didn't make a sound, quietly mixed a cup of prickly heart, and then added some more vodka in it and put it in front of Zhang Ze. Zhang Ze took the wine glass and drank it all, and the spicy feeling was stronger than last time. Sanjo took out a cigarette case from the shoulder strap under his shirt and handed it to Zhang Ze, and when the nicotine spread out in his mouth, he felt that his esophagus was about to be burned. Sanjo also pulled out a cigarette, then knocked on the cigarette case and said.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come back."

"I can't let go of the pungent smell, that's why I'm back."

Sanjo lit the cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath and then gently spit it at Zhang Ze, and said.

"It's the taste or the feeling."

"It's both."

"Aren't you afraid that the fire-like purgatory will consume you?"

"I'm afraid. But infinitely yearning. ”

Sanjo mixed two more glasses of piercing, and the two raised their glasses and collided in the air, and then they both drank them all. Sanjo walked out of the bar to Zhang Ze (shēn), gently grabbed his collar and blew Lan Qi in his ear, and said.

"I'll take you somewhere."

Zhang Ze felt a little fluttering (yù) immortal at this time, he followed behind Sanjo (shēn), looking at her waist twisting back and forth, a trace of excitement rose in his heart, Zhang Ze shook his head and quickly dispelled this thought. It was the luxurious (tào) room again, and as soon as the door was closed, Sanjo pressed Zhang Ze against the door and said in his ear.

"Don't you want to run today."

Zhang Ze smiled deeply and said.

"I eat people and never spit out bones."

The three actually screamed excitedly, and Zhang Ze was secretly shocked in his heart, how crazy this mother-in-law is. Zhang Ze hugged the three slender waists hard, and then kissed her neck hard. The three of them snorted in their mouths, and Zhang Ze immediately said.

"Can you go take a shower first?"

Sanjo shook his head and said.

"You don't want to run anymore."

After that, she took out a pair of handcuffs out of nowhere and handcuffed her and Zhang Ze's hands together, and said.

"Let's wash together."

Hearing this, Zhang Ze broke out in a cold sweat, but now he can only rush hard. The two walked into the bathroom, and Sanjo said softly with a sticker on Zhang Ze (shēn).

"Can you help me undress?"

Zhang Ze smiled faintly, and then helped Sanjo slowly unbutton his shirt, Sanjo was writhing (shēn) in his arms drunken at this time, and the faint smell of perfume hooked Zhang Ze's hand like a soul-hooking finger and involuntarily slowly slid on Sanjo (shēn). Suddenly, Sanjo played the role of a tour guide (shēn) and led Zhang Ze to the most mysterious part of her (shēn) body, and before he could touch Zhang Ze's phone rang. Zhang Ze hurriedly withdrew his hand, thanking God in his heart. When he looked at the caller ID, his heart fell into the ice valley at once. Zhang Ze rowed to answer and said.

"Wanli, what's wrong?"

"Why did it take so long to answer the phone? Are you doing anything behind my back to be sorry for me? ”

"How is it possible, I haven't lived enough."

"It's good that you know, I'm going to go back, you can remember to pick me up then."

"Come back? Why is it so sudden? ”

"You don't want me to go back?"

"No, it's not. I just felt a little sudden, and I wasn't ready yet. ”

"Huh?"

"Wanli, the old party is still looking for me to have something, I'll hang up first. Call you later, (ài) you. ”

Zhang Ze hung up the phone in a hurry, and then found that the three were facing away from him at this time, and Zhang Ze quickly avoided his eyes. The three turned their heads sideways to Zhang Ze and asked softly.

"Girlfriend?"

"Hmm."

"I didn't expect you to be a person who is favored by happiness."

"It's okay..."

Before Zhang Ze finished speaking, Sanjo turned (shēn)** to face him, although Zhang Ze was loyal to Wanli in his heart, he still couldn't help but glance at him. It was good to glance at this glance, and it was so shocking that Zhang Ze almost went out of his body, and the seven souls soared. Zhang Ze said.

"Hurry up and put your clothes on."

Sanjo said with a little grievance.

"Don't you like me like this?"

Zhang Ze suddenly said in annoyance.

"Can you old man stop talking like that?"

It turned out that the three were shemales, which Zhang Ze never expected, and just kissed him on the neck, Zhang Ze felt sick in his heart when he thought about it now. The green snake's fangs stretched out from his palm, and Zhang Ze cut off the handcuffs with force and said.

"Wash as you like, I'll wait for you outside."

Sanjo got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, (yīn) said with a calm face.

"I didn't expect you to be the same as other stinky men, and dislike my (xìng)."

"It's not a question of anything else, it's a question of my (xìng) orientation. I don't blame you for this, it's just that I can't accept it myself. ”

As he spoke, Sanjo's eyes grew red. Seeing this, Zhang Ze had no choice but to take his hand and said.

"Don't cry, sit down. How to say it. You're good, it's me who is bad, and I shouldn't dislike you. Ah... It's that I can't get past myself. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ze thought about it and quickly defended.

"Even if I cross this level, I won't do anything with you, I have a girlfriend."

The tears of the three kept falling, Zhang Ze became more and more helpless, looking at his pear blossoms with rain, Zhang Ze actually felt pity (ài), and secretly complained about himself in his heart. Sanjo wiped away his tears and said.

"Actually, you like me, don't you?"

"It's far away for us buddies to say this, I'm here to ask you for something."

Sanjo suddenly got up (shēn) and slapped Zhang Ze hard, and Zhang Ze was blinded. He suddenly got up (shēn) to look at Sanjo, and then Zhang Ze used his afterglow to float to the opposite floor and shook it, and then Zhang Ze pulled Sanjo and ran into the bathroom. In the next second, the bullet shattered the glass and swept wildly in the house, Zhang Ze held the three in the bathroom, and the sound of breaking glass outside the house was wanton. Suddenly, someone kicked the door open and shouted inside.

"Zhang Ze, how are you?"

Zhang Ze vaguely discerned the voice and shouted.

"I'm fine, old man."

Suddenly, Fang Fan threw a smoke bomb into the house, and the smoke in the house suddenly billowed out, Fang Fan shouted.

"Get out of here."

Zhang Ze picked up the three and ran towards the door, and when he ran out of the door, Zhang Ze coughed violently. When he rested for a moment and saw the two people in front of him clearly, he suddenly stammered and shouted.

"Wanli..."