The paint on the painting looked very flustered, without any meaning, not like a kanji, not like some kind of symbol, not like any number.

Zhang Leifeng dragged his chin, took two steps back, squinted his eyes and stared carefully at the red paint.

Didn't the murderer intend to use this to prompt the merchant to have any problems? It shouldn't be, no, no, no, there must be something else I didn't think of.

The merchant stood aside, and just as he was about to speak, Zhang Leifeng immediately scolded him: "Shut your mouth and don't speak." ”

The merchant was startled by his shouting and froze in place.

Zhang Leifeng turned on his brain and began to analyze all the things and people he had seen since he came to the present.

Although the merchant had lost a very valuable painting, he did not see the real heartache on his face, and the faint lipstick mark on his neck showed that he had been intimate with a yellow-haired woman a few hours ago, and the woman's perfume smelled no more than a hundred yuan.

Zhang Leifeng turned to look directly at the businessman, and asked in a quick and cold tone, "Can you let me see your wife?" ”

The merchant was obviously surprised by Zhang Leifeng's sudden question, he frowned and arched his nose: "This ...... My wife left the country a week ago. He hesitated for a moment and replied to Zhang Leifeng.

"Well, then I'd like to meet the woman who was in bed with you last night." Zhang Leifeng said the second paragraph directly.

The merchant's face changed slightly, and he involuntarily took two steps back: "Woman? Hehe...... How can there be a woman in my bed, I slept alone during my wife's trip abroad, if you don't believe me......"

Before the merchant could finish speaking, Zhang Leifeng stretched out his hand to interrupt him and said, "Then I want to ask you to explain, whose is the lip print on your neck, the smell of cheap perfume on your body, and the yellow hair on the collar of your clothes?" ”

This series of questions made the merchant wipe his neck, pull his hair, and wave his sleeve with his hand to sniff.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Leifeng in horror, he couldn't believe that he could see this thing at a glance.

"Mr. Detective, I think we'd better talk about this painting." The businessman tried to change the subject.

"If you want me to help you find the killer, then I have to see the woman." Zhang Leifeng replied very firmly.

The expression on the businessman's face kept changing, he was hesitating, he was entangled, he was afraid, this scared expression was enough to prove that in this family, he had no status at all, his wife was the most powerful person in this family, or he was a soft eater, and his wife was a rich person.

Of course, these are not of interest to Zhang Leifeng, what he is most interested in now is to see the yellow-haired woman.

Zhang Leifeng saw that the businessman didn't make any moves, and raised his eyebrows: "If you don't cooperate with me, then I can only leave, and when your wife comes back, I think you won't be able to explain this matter to her at all, right?" ”

"That'...... Well, I can let you go and see her. The merchant replied to Zhang Leifeng.

Zhang Leifeng nodded, stretched out his hand and motioned for him to lead the way in front.

The businessman walked out of the basement step by step, and took Zhang Leifeng back to the living room, Zhang Leifeng glanced through the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, and the nanny who was cleaning the yard outside.

The nanny was sweeping the yard with her hands, but her eyes kept looking at the room, and when she saw Zhang Leifeng watching her, she immediately walked out with a broom.

Follow the merchant through the soft carpet to the third floor, and when he came to a room at the end, the merchant stopped.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

"Come to my room and knock on the door? You dead ghost, come on in. There was a very snarky sound coming from inside.

Hearing this, Zhang Leifeng had goosebumps all over his body.

The merchant turned his head and glanced at Zhang Leifeng.

Chirping!

Zhang Leifeng bypassed the merchant and opened the door directly, and as soon as he entered the room, he smelled the very familiar smell of cheap perfume.

As soon as I entered, I saw a woman with yellow hair and pajamas.

He is 1.72 meters tall, weighs about 100 pounds, and has hair, lipstick, and perfume.

The woman found that Zhang Leifeng had been staring at her, and immediately jumped on the bed and wrapped the quilt: "Who is he?" Get out, get out, get out. He shouted at the merchant.

"He's the detective Zhang ...... I invited"

Before the merchant could make an introduction, Zhang Leifeng stretched out his hand again, he circled around the room, and then walked straight out of the room.

Close the door casually.

The merchant and the woman looked at each other in the room, and the woman whispered, "He's a detective?" I think he's insane. ”

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, I'll take a look." The merchant coaxed a few words and hurried out of the room.

Catch up with Zhang Leifeng, who was going downstairs: "Mr. Detective, Mr. Detective." shouted.

Zhang Leifeng stopped and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Huh? I want to know...... The painting? The merchant asked, pointing hesitantly in the direction of the basement.

The corner of Zhang Leifeng's mouth smiled slightly: "Oh, this, I can't be sure yet." An easy answer.

"Huh?" The merchant's mouth opened in surprise.

"Your painting has become like this, I wonder if you could lend it to me?" Zhang Leifeng continued.

"You want to use this painting?" The merchant was even more surprised.

Zhang Leifeng nodded: "Lend me for two days, and I'll pay you back then." ”

"That ......"

Zhang Leifeng saw that he was a little hesitant and walked down the stairs: "If I guess correctly, your wife should return to China in three days, and your situation will be embarrassing at that time." ”

"How do you know when she's going to return?" The businessman felt that what he had found was not a detective, but a fairy, and from beginning to end he just told Zhang Leifeng that his wife had gone abroad, and never said when she would come back, how did he know about it?

"It's not important, I just want to ask you now, do you want to lend me this painting?"

The merchant hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and nodded, this was his last glimmer of hope, if he let his wife know that the painting was destroyed, he was afraid that he would be expelled from the house.

The two of them returned to the basement again, and Zhang Leifeng took out the painting from the safe, took off the frame, rolled it up, and put it in the painting tube.

Putting the painting tube behind his back, he turned to look at the merchant: "I want you to tell the person who asks about this painting next to say that this painting has been disposed of by you, and as for why, you can think of a reason for yourself." With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

The merchant ran two steps behind to catch up with Zhang Leifeng.