Boss Zhou said: "After He Qingyou passed away, I went to his office once, and I didn't find a place to hide antiques at that time. ”

"There's a dark room." I said three words.

Boss Zhou's whole body was shocked, and the car also jolted violently, "What do you mean?" ”

"If you have the opportunity to enter He Qingyou's office, you can find his secret room unknowingly, and the things in it will naturally be your own." I say.

Boss Zhou stopped the car, we were at the exit of the highway, the car next to it was swishing, and there was not a single pedestrian on the dirt road. Boss Zhou took out a pack of unopened cigarettes and threw it to me: "Take it and smoke it." ”

"What do you mean, and you're sending me away?" I smiled slightly.

Boss Zhou started the car again and drove slowly, "He Qingyou's business company in Jiangbei has filed for bankruptcy, and now the assets are being sold and the personnel are being dismissed, and the office location naturally does not exist." I can take over and rent his old office. ”

I hissed and inhaled the cold air, and Lao Zhou made a big move.

"When the process is completed, you have to come and help me find it." Boss Zhou said: "This is our cooperation project. ”

I smiled.

"What about this matter, we are guarding against gentlemen and villains, it's useless to say it now, we can only see you then." Boss Zhou said: "From now on, don't talk about this matter again, in your words, we have to do it unknowingly." ”

"That's for the best." I said, "My mouth is naturally strict, but if you leave me at that time...... Then ......"

"We're all smart people, and it's not interesting to say some things thoroughly." Boss Zhou said: "It's noon, do you come to my place to sit, or what." ”

I said I had something to do, so be it.

Boss Zhou drove to the city, I didn't dare to take him to the community, this old fox has a belly of fritters, it's better to guard against it.

After leaving, I walked slowly to my house, thinking that it was really an unexpected joy, I didn't expect that Boss Zhou would have the ability to take over He Qingyou's office, if I really found the secret room left, it would really be sent.

I was a little excited, and my hand touched the painting in my inner pocket, and my heart quickened a lot. I stopped walking home in a hurry and took a taxi back.

When I returned to my home, I locked the door tightly, and I didn't have time to take off my clothes, so I quickly took out this painting, untied the ribbon, and unfolded it whole, and sure enough, it was Li Cheng's painting "The Secret Mountain of the River". The one in Zhang Nanhua's hand is just a photocopy, is this one in my hand genuine?

I closed the curtains and the room was dark, then turned on the flashlight function of my phone and illuminated the painting with a bright light. Actually, I don't know what the purpose of this is, the treasure appreciation programs on TV do this, and the painting should be illuminated in the dark.

In this photo, I only feel that the paint and brushwork of the whole painting seem to be flowing, and wherever the light shines, which piece is moving, I don't know if it is dazzling in the dark, or it is a psychological effect.

At this time, the light shines on one of the mountains in the painting.

There is an ancient temple halfway up this mountain, which is where Li Damin is located.

Because the painting is so small, there are not many brushstrokes distributed on this mountain, and the area is small, so I can only look closer.

I used my mobile phone to illuminate slightly, this temple painting is simply magical, on the painting is the size of a thumb cover, but between the square inches are exquisitely clear, the details are clear to the limit of vision.

I felt more and more that this was a miracle, or rather, a miracle. I really can't imagine that one person's painting skills can reach such a brilliant level.

I quickly pulled out a magnifying glass I bought from a stall from a drawer, lay on the bed, and looked at it with a magnifying glass. There were no people in the temple, but something out of the ordinary.

The temple is divided into two courtyards, the front and back, and under the promenade in the backyard, there is an object smaller than a louse. The promenade is a dark yellow color of wood, and this object is white, just a little bit white, and it is easy to notice if you pay attention.

I used a magnifying glass to take a photo, and it turned out to be a white note with calligraphy written on it.

I became more and more interested, but the note was too small, and the calligraphy on it was too small to elaborate, perhaps smaller than a hair.

Li Chengzhen is a god, how he wrote such a small word, I can't imagine it. Even if the tip of the brush is stained with lost ink, it is impossible to be so small on the paper, is it written with a needle dipped in ink?

I feel like I've found something I can't see with a magnifying glass, what can I do?

I suddenly had the idea that I should find Zhang Nanhua's photocopy plate for comparison, the photocopy plate is more than a meter long, and correspondingly, the patterns and objects drawn will also become larger, maybe I can see the letter clearly.

But to contact Zhang Nanhua, I was a little hesitant, I wanted to see the painting for no reason, this kid is too smart to smell this smell, this horse's feet can't leak out.

In fact, there is still a choice now, that is, to give this painting of Li Damin to Zhang Nanhua, and we will refer to it together. But intuitively I can't do this, I still look to my old friend Li Damin in my heart, even if he kidnaps Xiaoxue, I think if I find him, he can sell me a face and put Xiaoxue back. If Zhang Nanhua is involved, or even these people, this matter will become complicated, and what can be done will not be done.

Before things are clear, I'll do it myself.

I practiced speaking very fluently, and then called Zhang Nanhua, mainly because I wanted to see the electronic version of this painting, and I wanted to think about it.

Zhang Nanhua didn't say anything on the phone, and asked what the email address was, and I told him the email address. Zhang Nanhua told me that when I checked the mailbox in a while, he sent me the electronic version.

After waiting for about ten minutes, I turned on the computer and found the mailbox, and there was really a strange email. After opening it, it was indeed Zhang Nanhua who came, and left a message for me to pay attention to it. I looked at the attachment size, good guys, it's a compressed version, it's tens of megabytes.

There is optical fiber, the download speed is still very fast, open the compressed package and call up the picture. The pixels are too high, extremely realistic, and it takes a little bit to load when you open it.

With patience, I finally succeeded in loading, so I hurried to see it. First, the painting is partially enlarged, and the mountain, the ancient temple, and the backyard are ...... When I zoomed in to the backyard, I was stunned and rubbed my eyes vigorously, not believing my eyes.

There were no sticky notes under the promenade in the backyard, it was empty.

I quickly picked up my drawings and put them in front of the computer screen to compare them, everything else was pretty much the same, with the focus on the backyard. The electronic version that Zhang Nanhua sent to me did not have a note, but the one that Li Damin gave me had a note with a brush on it.

I'm stupid, I don't know what's going on, is there a difference between genuine and fake? This is the anti-counterfeiting logo that Li Cheng made when he first painted?

For some reason, I felt creepy in the middle of the day, there was no sound in the room, and I could hear my heart pounding.

The key point now is definitely on this weird note, if only you could see the words on it.

I thought about it, re-rolled the scroll, hid it in my inner pocket, and hurried out the door. This time, I went to Culture Street, bought a magnifying glass with a large magnification in a stationery store, and it was the size of my palm, and then I hurried home.

Lock the door, draw the curtains, turn on the lamp, and slowly unfold the scroll on the table.

In the light, use a magnifying glass to shine, this time the note is really enlarged, and the words on it are gradually clear, to be honest, it is still very small, I can only squint and try to read.

After seeing the above words, I was like five thunderbolts, and the whole person was stupid.

There are actually four words written on it: "Lin Cong personally reads"!

This letter is addressed to me? Or is there someone named Lin Cong in the Northern Song Dynasty?

My heart was pounding, so I hurriedly continued to read, and when I had read it all, I sat quietly, and the horror in my heart was indescribable.

The letter reads: Lin Cong, I believe in your ingenuity, you will definitely notice this letter, but I don't know how long. No matter how long it takes, I'll be here for you, and I'll be right back after reading. Li Damin.

My brain was buzzing, and at this time I had already come to the conclusion that Li Damin was not going anywhere, he was hiding in this painting!

I picked up this painting and looked at it carefully in the light of the lamp, and it was so smart that it came to life, but it was unimaginable to say that it became a world and a realm of its own.

I have traveled through many different worlds, there are parallel worlds, there are bardo realms, and there are realms that never sleep, all of which can be understood and recognized, but today Li Damin really made me a little confused, he was actually hidden in a painting.

No wonder no one could find him, knowing that he couldn't go far, just under his nose, but there was no trace.

Zhao Xiaowen's prediction of the future is indeed not bad, Li Damin hijacked Xiaoxue and hid in the ancient temple, everyone thought it was a place in reality, who thought it was a world in a painting.

I looked at my wrist with the golden talisman, which could pass through all realms, including paintings. Thinking of this, I carefully checked the doors and windows to make sure they were closed tightly and the curtains were drawn.

I turned off the lamp and sat upright on the bed, meditating cross-legged with the painting spread out on my lap. I slowly closed my eyes and began to visualize the golden rune, ready to enter the world in the painting.