I'm even more sure of my previous thoughts, the death of the gold shop owner and Han Zixiao must be related to oil paintings, especially the autumn harvest picture with ribbons floating in Han Zixiao, the weird painting style, must be weird.

"Brother Xiaoye, where did you see my brother, let's go look for him!" Ji Yue came to my side with an anxious face, shaking my arm constantly.

"Xiao Yueyue, they are collecting evidence in that room, if An Chen was still here, with his character, he would definitely have come to us a long time ago." The ghost patted Himetsuki's hand as a sign of comfort.

"I'll go out and have a look, and after everyone is cross-examined, we can go home." As he spoke, Xu Jialin nodded at me, got up and walked out of the room.

"You don't have to worry, I've already thought about this matter, and I'm sure it won't take long to solve it." If I'm really guessing correctly, maybe ruining that painting will solve the problem.

Ji Yue shook my arm again excitedly, "Brother Xiaoye, you entered the industry relatively late, you are so powerful, Ling'er and I have no clue until now." ”

The ghost spirit looked worried, and said slowly: "Brother, your birthday is coming, so I hope you don't interfere in this matter." ”

"You can also see my progress now, if I don't tell the clues, do you know where to look? I can't meddle. I didn't think about retorting the ghost out loud right away, and I was a little surprised by my emotion.

The ghost obviously didn't expect my attitude to be so excited, she blinked her eyes and explained: "Brother, you misunderstood what I meant, it's not that I don't think you are capable, but your birthday and crown this year, although your crown ceremony in your hometown is advanced, but the day you really reach the crown is your birthday." ”

"What's all the fuss about being twenty." I was very upset to hear her say that.

"You can tell the clue or not, I have made up my mind not to let you participate in this matter." She raised her voice and glared back at me.

"Brother Xiaoye, don't quarrel between you two brothers and sisters, I don't even know if my brother is dead or alive now." Ji Yue flattened her mouth, with tears in her eyes, and sat between me and the ghost, separating our brother and sister.

Xu Jialin pushed the door in, saw Ji Yue sitting between me and the ghost, and teased: "You guys? Ji Yue, are you jealous of Ling'er? ”

"If you don't know, don't talk nonsense." Ji Yue glared at Xu Jialin angrily.

Xu Jialin touched his hair in embarrassment.

"Is it over outside?" I moved to the side and distanced myself from Himezuki.

"You haven't left yet, do you want to eat again? I'll have the butler prepare it for you. ”

"I don't want to eat anything, I want to confirm something." I glanced at the ghost, and she didn't say anything to stop me, apparently acquiescing.

"Confirm what?"

"Jialin, I want to confirm the oil paintings hanging in the cloister on the first floor again, do you want to go?" As soon as my words came out, Ji Yue was the first to raise her hand.

"Since we find a problem, we can take care of it together, and no one should act alone anymore, so as not to cause chaos again." The ghost's words were a little reluctant, but the curiosity in her eyes betrayed her.

The four of us went to the cloister on the first floor, and I walked back and forth several times, and there was no painting on the wall that I had seen earlier.

"Why is the oil painting hanging here missing?"

"It's over, now you can go back." A low, hoarse voice came from the other end of the cloister.

"Uncle Han, my friend said he saw an oil painting here, why is it missing?" Xu Jialin hurriedly greeted him, and stretched out his hand and pointed at me as he spoke.

Han Lin looked at me and asked, "Why is that oil painting important?" ”

"I just think the style of that oil painting is strange, and I want to see it again."

Han Lin looked at me thoughtfully for a while, and sighed, "That painting caught fire when it was good, and it was already scorched, so I let the housekeeper deal with it." ”

I remember that when the owner of the gold shop jumped off the building, the oil painting in his hand fell first, and the oil painting fell on the bicycle and was destroyed beyond recognition, it seems that this is not accidental.

"Uncle Han, I want to know the origin of that oil painting, is that okay?" Looking at each other, I didn't hide what I thought in my heart, and I didn't hide my gaze when I looked at Han Lin.

"I don't know where this oil painting came by mail, Zixiao thought it had a unique painting style, so he hung it out." Han Lin's tone of voice was full of helplessness, he was so shrewd, I believe that he must have felt that this matter was not normal for Han Zixiao's death.

"Uncle Han, forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, I hope you can forgive me." I smiled at Han Lin.

"Just ask!"

"Has my uncle offended anyone in business lately?"

"No, I have always kept my duty in business, and Zixiao is even more humble and polite."

Now it seems that the source of this oil painting is difficult to find, the owner of the gold shop and Han Zixiao are completely people living at different levels, why would the other party choose them.

The ghost stepped forward and looked at Han Lin with a smile, "Uncle Han, is your aunt feeling better now?" ”

"I've asked a private doctor to take care of her, and there's no place to sit in the corridor, so let's go to the hall and talk!" Han Lin made a gesture of please.

"Uncle Han, we won't bother you, there should be a lot of things waiting for you to deal with at home."

I wanted to continue to ask some questions, so the ghost said goodbye to Han Lin, and after a few simple greetings, we came out of Han's house.

Xu Jialin drove us home, Han Zixiao's death hit him hard, and he could continue to smile, it was already very powerful.

We had a casual meal downstairs, and as soon as we entered the house, the ghost spirit and Ji Yue rushed to An Chen's room, and they didn't know what they were tossing around.

Xu Jialin went to my room after he came back and never came out. I sat in the hall with my computer in my arms and looked up a lot of information about the killing of oil paintings, and the reason for the killing was said to be due to the influence of magnetic fields, and some said that it was because the painter was too angry.

I closed my computer and lay on the couch reminiscing about the crime scene between the gold shop owner and Han Zixiao, trying to find more details about the painting.

"Ahh Ling'er, Ling'er. Ji Yue's screams woke me up, and I didn't know when I fell asleep on the sofa.

"Ling'er, don't scare me." Ji Yue shouted again, her voice crying.

I just noticed the seriousness of the matter, and rushed into An Chen's room with an arrow.

The house was in a mess, candles were placed everywhere, Ji Yue sat in a circle surrounded by candles in embarrassment, the candles had been extinguished, she held the ghost, and kept shaking.