"The Singing Siren" is a large-format oil painting six feet five inches high, in which Han Yu stretches his arms and struggles through the narrow aisle with the frame, climbs the spiral ladder of the first-class cabin, and delivers it to Zhou Erya.

Han Yu panted and complained while trying to lure Zhou Erya downstairs: "Young Master, can't you condescend to your dignity and set foot in the second-class cabin of the working people?" If you just go to Diviy's cabin, why bother me to move it up? Although the smell there is not as good as here, there may be other details to be found at the scene, so you don't want to visit the scene in person? ”

"It's inconvenient."

Zhou Erya stood in the brightly lit room, took out a magnifying glass, and carefully looked at Rong Jiafan's posthumous work.

His room seemed to be extraordinarily well-lit.

When Han Yu heard these three words, he thought that he was unwilling to set foot in the woman's cabin, and muttered in a low voice: "Young and foreign, he is still an old feudal." ”

While Zhou Erya was studying the paintings, Han Yuzai carefully looked at his cabin.

Although he had come in a few times, it was the first time that Han Yu had observed his room so carefully.

Han Yu found that Zhou Erya had silk pajamas on the head of the bed, and the bed sheets and pillowcases were also brought by himself, because his name was embroidered on the corners, and his family crest was also on the slippers - that flame-shaped pattern should be the big family's own badge, right?

After all, Western aristocrats have their own family badges, maybe the Zhou family is also a noble, get one?

Han Yu guessed it himself, because this flame shape could often be found on the items around Zhou Erya.

"No wonder it's so bright? Is this the Pearl of the Night? Han Yu asked in surprise and curiosity when he saw an egg-sized glowing jade stone on the rosewood beside the bed, which was full of brilliance.

It was the first time he had seen the legendary jewel.

Zhou Erya was still checking the paintings, and when Han Yu stretched out his hand to touch it, he said lightly: "Don't touch my things." ”

Han Yu almost forgot his quirks, retracted his hand in a curt, turned his gaze to the other side, and shouted again: "You actually brought two pots of orchids on the boat, it's too ......"

It's too exquisite, and it's more delicate than the ladies of a big family.

Han Yu thought of everyone's beautiful girls, and was about to ask if the girl's handkerchief that had been glimpsed on the deck before had been returned, but before he could speak, Zhou Erya put down the magnifying glass, raised her head, and said with a hint of banter: "Ah Yu, I think you are an old feudal." You certainly haven't seen this painting with your eyes. ”

Han Yu blushed all of a sudden, and pretended to enjoy the flowers in embarrassment.

Rong Jiafan's painting was too realistic, he was really embarrassed to stare at the picture, but how could Zhou Erya know?

"I ...... Of course I did! Don't talk nonsense! ”

At such times, it is still necessary to use strong words.

Zhou Erya shrugged her shoulders and chuckled: "If you have seen it, you will never believe that Rong Jiafan will commit suicide." ”

"Huh?" Han Yu was stunned, can you still see these in the painting?

"Rong Jiafan's painting is full of love for the people in the painting, and there is an inexpressible depression, but it is poured on the paint. Until this love is reciprocated, she will not end her life so easily. ”

Zhou Erya pointed to the person in the painting and explained.

"Wait, wait!"

Han Yu turned around, interrupted him, and asked, "Are you saying that Rong Jiafan, like Pygmalion, fell in love with the artwork he created?" ”

Pygmalion was the king of Cyprus and he was also a superb sculptor. He looked down on ordinary women, but fell in love with the maiden he had sculpted in ivory, and the goddess of love, moved by his passion, gave life to the statue, and made them husband and wife.

Rong Jiafan also has this tendency?

"Of course not." Zhou Erya felt that he was looking at the problem too superficially, and he was very impulsive, "I'm even more sure now, you haven't looked at this painting carefully, and you can't recognize who this painting is modeled on." ”

"Who are you modeling?" Han Yu continued to be confused, this is a nude painting, is there a real model?

This...... How can a girl in this year be willing?

Could it be that Rong Jiafan uses himself as a model?

Out of respect for the deceased...... Or didn't want to be too embarrassed and shy in front of Zhou Erya, Han Yu didn't dare to look at the picture.

Zhou Erya's slender fingers gently touched her smooth chin, pacing back and forth in front of the frame, her leather shoes stepping on the floor, making a sound of stomping.

"It's not surprising that you didn't notice who the painting was based on, and the others didn't dare to look at this shocking picture. However, it was so strange that she didn't notice it. ”

"She?"

Han Yu was confused, not knowing who Zhou Erya was referring to.

Zhou Erya pointed to the neck of the person in the painting, near the collarbone, "There is a cinnabar mole here, which is the most obvious feature. As long as you are not blind, you should notice. ”

"So I'm blind?" Han Yu snorted, very angry.

Because he got the hint from Young Master Zhou, he couldn't come up with an answer.

Zhou Erya saw that he refused to look at the portrait, and at this time he really looked like a pure teenager, so he couldn't help but laugh, and continued to follow the path: "You can pay attention to the curve of the chest and waist, as well as the structure of the ankles and the ratio of the thighs to the calves......"

Han Yu was defeated, and he kept shaking his hand: "Brother Zhou, if I didn't know who you are, I would definitely think that you are a big pervert." ”

Don't look at indecent things, except for perverts, how can anyone stare at girls so carefully? Also chest, waist, thighs......

Zhou Erya didn't care, he didn't think there was any psychological obstacle to observing the naked and the body: "Isn't this a necessary observation?" Since you can't guess yet, then I can only tell you directly that the model of this painting is Di Wei. ”

He paused, and then added: "The person Rong Jiafan loves deeply is also Di Wei. ”

Burst!

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Han Yu was about to take a sip of hot tea to slowly embarrass him, but he choked on his trachea all of a sudden, and he coughed for a long time before stopping.

"Devi? How is this possible......"

He tried to refute, but the slender thighs and misty expression of the person in the painting, if Zhou Erya didn't mention it, he wouldn't associate it, but now Di Wei's face involuntarily appeared in his mind.

It's like!

Han Yu's eyes swept over the female body shrouded in light veil in the picture, thinking of Di Wei's unique beauty, her face flushed, and she couldn't even speak.

"Such a seductive female body is indeed like a siren in the sea, making people moth to fire without hesitation, even if it is death......"

Zhou Erya gently stroked the picture, her slender fingers with a trace of gentle affection, as if caressing her lover's hair, her eyes were focused, and she was very ...... Sexy.

Han Yu was very embarrassed to see it, this kind of action now seemed to be obscene.

He coughed and dissuaded: "Brother Zhou, people are girls, it's better to respect them!" ”

"Oh?" Zhou Erya raised her slender eyebrows, thinking that he was very cute and pedantic at this time, just like a feudal scholar who had never admired those famous European paintings, "I said until now, haven't you realized that the goddess in your mind has the biggest suspicion in this poisoning case?" ”

What the?

Han Yu was still in shock and didn't react, but when he calmed down and thought about it, it was indeed the case.

If Rong Jiafan will not commit suicide, then Di Wei is very suspicious.

First of all, she alone may have a motive, although she was not at the scene and did not have the opportunity to contact the victim, but the poisoning could be arranged in advance, and it was not without the opportunity to do it.

Other than that...... The testimonies she said were all one-sided, and there was a suspicion of deliberate guidance.

Han Yu's expression also became serious.

"She's really suspicious."

Although she has a good impression of this weak and wonderful woman, the rational Han Yu also has to admit that from an objective point of view, she is the most likely murderer.

While he was thinking, Adjutant Cai walked in through the side door, leaned over to Zhou Erya's side, and whispered something.

Zhou Erya's expression finally changed slightly, and she turned to Han Yu and said, "It seems that the captain has decided that this matter has been decided as suicide and is ready to hold a sea burial." ”

"No way!" Han Yu jumped up, his handsome face was full of anger, "The truth hasn't been found out yet, how can you be buried casually?" ”

The captain of the ship has supreme power at sea, including the power of the police, and he also has the right to hold a sea burial and sink the body into the sea because there is still a considerable distance to be saved, and the body is not easy to preserve.

When Han Yu arrived on the deck, the coffin containing Rong Jiafan's body had been sealed, and several strong sailors were standing on the side of the ship carrying it.

The captain holds a Bible with a black cover and prays for the deceased in final peace.

“…… Thou hast turned men to dust, and thou hast said that ye people shall return. A thousand years are in your sight as yesterday that has passed, and as a watch in the night, and thou hast washed them away like water, and thou hast slept upon them......

The prayer was short and insincere, and the captain had a huge dark circle under his eyes, apparently having not slept well the previous night. He yawned and prayed quickly, hoping to end the troubles as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute!" Han Yu's personality has always been impulsive, and he rushed forward indignantly from the silent crowd and grabbed the captain, "Miss Rong was murdered, and it can't end so inexplicably." ”

The captain was already irritable, and waved his hand a little angrily, and the two strong sailors stepped forward and pulled Han Yu away.

He patted the sleeves of his uniform that were a little wrinkled, turned back and bowed slightly to Zhou Erya who came over, and his tone was quite polite: "Mr. Zhou, please take good care of your friend, otherwise I will lock him up for the crime of endangering navigation safety." ”

During the voyage, the captain did have such powers.

Han Yu, who struggled to resist, was suppressed, and could only hope for Zhou Erya, but Zhou Erya just looked at the coffin silently, he knew that he had no right to stop the captain on the high seas, and he didn't want to say more.

At this time, at the railing upstairs, a girl wearing a gauze hat and a satin dress quietly looked at the people on the deck, and the old lady behind her kept holding her arm, and said vigorously: "Miss, don't go to join in the fun, the dead are unlucky, let's go back to the room, and don't come out these days......"

Although the girl's facial features are delicate and the lines of her cheeks are gentle, there is a certain fiery longing hidden in her eyes.

Looking at it carefully, this kind of blazing heat is somewhat similar to Han Yu, the hot-blooded young man on the deck.

"If the master knew that you were nosy, he would never let you go out again in the future." Mama Sun, who grew up watching her grow up, knows the character of the young lady best, for fear that she will get mixed up with that group of rough and eccentric people and throw out the killer feature.

"Don't worry, Mama, I'm just looking." The girl's voice is also very gentle, soft, with a nice tail note.

Miss Rong's death was rumored on the boat, some people said murder, some people said suicide, and some people said that it was a water demon asking for her life, and she was looking forward to the supposedly powerful Mr. Zhou standing below to stop all this and find the truth.

They are all first-class guests, and she has also heard about Mr. Zhou, plus Mr. Zhou's excellent appearance can always attract the attention of girls, but she didn't expect that Zhou Erya stood on the deck without saying a word, and didn't want to stop the sea burial.

This disappointed her.

"Don't look at this kind of unlucky thing, go back and rest." Mama Sun was very superstitious and didn't want to see the violent death and the coffin at all, so she forcibly dragged the girl away.

Zhou Erya seemed to feel the movement above, and looked upstairs in the humid sea breeze.

The girl's gaze was through the thin light veil of the brim, and she glanced at him, and then turned away.

From her twisting movements and speeding steps, Zhou Erya could see that the girl was angry, disappointed and even dissatisfied with her inaction.

Even God may not please everyone. After all, the human heart is the most greedy and terrible thing in the world.

The burial ceremony at sea went smoothly, and at the end the coffin slid down the gangplank into the sea, and the young girl's life only bloomed into a white wave, and then fell into a bottomless black abyss.