"Elder Wu, look-"

Elder Wu pushed his glasses above the bridge of his nose, then looked in the direction of Elder Wei's finger, and then took a step back: "Isn't this the True-Elder True?" ”

"Second Elder, do you know him?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"Know—know." Elder Wei looked at Zhao Zimeng and his comrades with a puzzled expression, "Elder Zhizhen is a member of the Provincial Calligraphy Association, he has a deep knowledge in calligraphy, and he is quite famous inside and outside the province. ”

Zhizhen heard the conversation between Elder Wei and Zhao Zimeng, and he lowered his head.

Although Wu Lao's eyes were not good, he saw the handcuffs on Zhizhen's wrists, and he already understood what was going on.

"Second Elder, please come over here."

On the floor in the middle of the two rows of Taishi chairs are two paintings of "Fengqiao Night Park".

The second elder walked in front of the two words.

The two men glanced at the two paintings, then looked at each other for a moment.

"Captain Zhao, these two works are from the same person's hand, in the province, the only person who can combine the Lishu Wei Tablet and Xingcao is Elder Zhizhen. The calligraphy of the true elder not only has the vigor and clumsiness of Wei Bei, but also the stretched atmosphere of Lishu, and the elegance and freedom of the grass. "Wu Lao Dao.

"Elder Wu is right. Both of these words are written by the Most True Elders. We also have a sincere gift of "Fengqiao Night Park" in our hands. Strangely, this text has already been framed, so why not pay for it? The second half of the old man's words suddenly lowered his voice, and he glanced at Zhizhen with his eyes at the same time.

From the information provided by Wei Lao and Wuji, it can be seen that Zhang Ji's "Fengqiao Night Park" has been practiced countless times, and some words are to be shown to others, so we must often ponder, repeatedly study and practice, so as to reach the point of being superb, perfect, and reaching the peak.

Elder Wei's question is precisely the question of the comrades, and this question can only be answered by the truth.

"Yunfei, bring him here."

Linghu Yunfei and a special police officer dragged Zhizhen to the two words.

Zhao Zimeng helped Wu Lao and Wei Lao to sit on the Taishi chair beside him.

Master Yan and his apprentice were still looking for the entrance to the secret room. Xiang Daimo, Ma Jianping, and Lin Di followed behind them.

"Truly, these two calligraphers, you must know each other! Now that you know each other, you should say hello! ”

Zhizhen bowed his head and was silent.

"Did you hear what the two experts said just now?"

Zhizhen sat slumped on the floor, but his eyes never left Master Yan and his apprentice.

At this time, Master Yan and his apprentice had already walked to the door curtain.

There is a screen on the left side of the curtain, there are six screens in total, each screen is about two meters high and about fifty centimeters wide. On the screen is a complete picture of a pine crane.

There are also two bonsai shelves in front of the screen, and there are two bonsai on the bonsai shelf: one is a pine bonsai and the other is a green sandalwood bonsai.

Master Yan circled around the screen and bonsai several times. The two masters did not pay attention to the screen and the bonsai, they focused their attention on the floor beneath the screen.

Zhizhen closed his eyes slightly, and his face was facing the curtain - or perhaps the screen.

"Truly, if you don't speak, do you already have the acquiescence that these two words are from your handwriting? Can you please lift your head? Zhao Zimeng said.

Zhizhen raised his head, but he still closed his eyes slightly, and Linghu Yunfei, who was sitting on Zhizhen's left side, saw the light coming out of his eyes from the gap in the corner of Zhizhen's eyes.

Although the mahjong player looks down at his own cards, but the corner of his eye is always paying attention to the cards played by others, because of the angle, it is difficult for the other three people to see the opponent's dripping eyeballs hidden under the upper eyelids, but the spectators standing - or sitting next to them are different, they can clearly see each pair of highly alert eyes, and now, hidden behind the true eyelids is such a pair of eyes.

Daoren pulled Wuji to Zhao Zimeng.

Wuji said in a low voice: "Captain Zhao, these two characters were written by him - I watched him write them with my own eyes, and he also framed them himself." Wuji was still wondering why he didn't settle down below? With Daoren's encouragement, Wuji finally spoke his heart.

"Sincerely, if you cooperate with our work and take the initiative to confess your crimes, we will give due consideration to them when sentencing, on the contrary, if you are obsessed and delay the best time to rescue, we are worried that you will not be able to bear the serious consequences caused by this."

Zhizhen glanced at Wuji coldly, he held his hands in front of his chest, his whole body was slumped, and fine beads of sweat appeared on both sides of his nose, but he gritted his teeth and was still reluctant to speak.

At this time, the curtain of the door was lifted, and Qingquan led the Unknown Daoist to walk in.

It was Daoren who asked Qingquan to go down the mountain to invite the unknown Taoist, because the Taoist was quite knowledgeable in some medical skills, and when he was in Ziyunguan, he often checked the pulse of the Taoist priests, and after returning to Caojiagou, he often treated the villagers and the villagers near the village. He might have known what was in the bottle.

Zhizhen raised his head slightly and glanced at Wuwen Dao Chang, and in this glance, Zhao Zimeng saw a trace of panic and fear.

Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei led the unknown Taoist to the incense case.

Lin Di opened the silver box.

The Unknown Daoist took out a glass bottle from the silver box, opened the cap, and took out a small box from inside.

At this time, Elder Zhizhen's gaze fell on the hand of the Unknown Daoist again.

Wuwen Dao Chang took out a small cardboard box from the box, slowly opened the cardboard box, and then put the pill inside the cardboard box on his nose and sniffed it.

Wuwen Dao Chang only sniffed it for a few seconds, and then quickly took the pill away.

The Silent Taoist walked over to a coffee table and poured the water from the teapot into a teacup. Then he dipped his finger in a little drop of water on the pill and at the same time put it on his nose and sniffed it, this time, the distance between the pill and the nose was a little farther away.

Unknown Dao Chief's body shook suddenly.

Wuwen Daoist squinted, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and wiped the water in the teacup on his face with his fingers, like a nightmare, after the water was wiped on his face, Wuwen Daoist came to his senses.

"Dao Chief, what kind of medicine is this?"

Wuwen Dao Chang wiped the water from his face with his sleeve: "This is the medicine used by men and women when they do things - it is **." There are medicines for himself and medicines for women. ”

Wuwen Daoist said as he walked up to Zhizhen, "You scum of the Dao Sect, the old man has long seen that you are not a good person, but he didn't expect you to be such a thing - God has put a human skin on you for nothing." ”

Zhizhen lowered his head, and he supported his head with his hands, and propped his elbows on both knees. Probably because the support surface was too small, or because it was too tense, Zhizhen's right elbow suddenly slipped off, and due to the loss of center of gravity, Zhizhen's body tilted to the right, and he was about to fall to the floor.

Xiang Daimo took a step forward, and Ling Hu Yunfei was alone, and helped Zhizhen to the Taishi chair.

"Captain Zhao, come here." Master Chen said loudly - Master Chen's voice trembled a little.

Everyone walked towards the screen.

Several people have moved the screen to the side, including two bonsai, and the two bonsai are placed on the bonsai stand - the bonsai frame is made of vines, and the height of the bonsai frame is about one meter, Ma Jianping and Lu Qian moved the two bonsai, including the bonsai stand, to the corner of the wall. Bonsai is very heavy and large, and it is a bit difficult to carry it alone.

Master Yan squatted on the floor where the bonsai and screens were placed: "Captain Zhao, listen." Master Yan said, and tapped the floor a few times with the middle finger of his right hand.

Everyone didn't understand what Master Yan meant.

Master Yan knocked on the floor around him a few more times.

This time, everyone understood: the sound of the floor around is very hollow, but the sound of the floor under the screen and bonsai is very real, and the floor should be empty under the floor, so the sound is hollow, which should be normal, on the contrary, if the sound is very real, it is not normal.

Most people will think that the entrance of the secret room must be placed in a very secret place, and the entrance of the secret room must be placed at the door, which should be a kind of reverse thinking, and it is also a very smart and bold approach.

Wuji walked up to Zhao Zimeng: "Since I served him, these two bonsai have been placed here, and he never let me touch these two bonsai." ”

"There's—there's definitely something famous down here." Master Yan looked at Zhao Zimeng and said.

"It's true that the curtain is hung all year round, and there is another hidden feeling! Wuji, come here. "Nothing is heard.

Wuji walked up to the Unknown Daoist.

"Wuji, do you usually only enter the Heart Palace when you deliver food?"

Wuji looked at Zhizhen who was spread out on the Taishi's chair, and then nodded.

"Think about it, have you always put this screen and these two bonsai here?"

"It's been here all the time, when I first saw them, where they were, and where they still are. He often moved the bonsai outside to bask in the sun, catch the rain and dew - he carried it himself, never let me touch it, and he let me touch everything in the house, but these two bonsai - he never let me touch it. And-"Wuji looked at the truth, and stopped talking.

"Master Wuji, you don't have any worries, what else?"

"He eats a lot, but every time he eats, he tells me to leave first when I'm done."

"How much do you deliver at a time?"

"It's enough for me to eat two or three meals, in the past, I never doubted anything, he often practiced and ate more naturally."

"You mean, he's never eaten all the food you've brought in front of you."

"That's what I meant."

"Is that the case the last few days?"

Wuji nodded.

"Was it the same last night and this morning?"

Wuji nodded again, he looked at Zhizhen, and then walked to an Arhat bed in the room, in front of the Arhat bed, there was a small table lying on the ground, and there were meals sprinkled on the floor, these are Zhizhen's Chinese rice, there is about a big bowl of rice, and four steamed buns, the staple food alone is far beyond the amount of food for two people, and there are three plates on the floor, sprinkled with vegetables, both meat and vegetarian.