Lin Tao's fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he carefully touched the woman on the painting.

Something weird happened.

The woman in the painting seemed to be alive, avoiding Lin Tao's touch, and dodging behind the peach blossom tree, and her delicate cheeks could be seen gradually flushing from between the peach blossom branches.

The eyes are shy, and the corners of the mouth are spring.

Lin Tao saw that both eyes were straight, looking at the other party's shy appearance, his fingers touched the other party's body without obeying the command, forcing the woman to escape from behind the peach blossom tree and jump directly into the pool.

The face of the country and the city suddenly appeared in front of Lin Tao.

The black hair is scattered, and the skin is like moonlight.

A pair of blue water autumn eyes, glowing with water.

As weak as a willow, and as delicate as a begonia.

A smile captivates the country, a smile captivates the city.

Lin Tao was about to touch the woman's face, but his wrist was pinched by someone, and his strength was so great that it seemed to break his wrist.

When I turned around, I found that the person who caught me was Eleven.

Without waiting for Lin Tao to speak, Eleven pushed him aside, tore the painting to pieces with both hands, and scattered it all over the ground.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Tao didn't expect Eleven to destroy this painting, and couldn't help but shout loudly, "Do you know that this is evidence!" ”

"It's just a painting with nothing, what evidence can it be!" Eleven's gaze was gloomy and cold, and a sense of oppression was released from all over his body that made it difficult to breathe.

Lin Tao wanted to say something, but because of such a strong and domineering atmosphere, he was too frightened to speak.

Not only Lin Tao, but everyone in the room felt that the eleventh of this matter was like a king descending, and they were just a swarm of ants in front of her.

Ye Junchen's eyes flashed, and he slowly walked in front of Eleven, the hand that wanted to touch her shoulder trembled slightly, and the stiff and slightly cold little woman was taken into his arms, and the killing aura on her body gradually disappeared.

Looking at the little woman in her arms, her good-looking eyebrows raised slightly.

"If it's ruined, it's ruined, and it's not important evidence."

A low, string-like voice rang in Eleven's ears before pulling her emotions back.

Eleven found that he was a little out of shape, buried his face in Ye Junchen's arms, and sniffed the good smell of sandalwood on his body vigorously.

"Am I causing you trouble?"

"I'm sure you must have your own reasons for doing this." Ye Junchen stroked Eleven's back and said.

Although he only had a blank sheet of paper in his eyes, for some reason, he always felt that there was something in the painting, looming, so that he could not see clearly.

Coupled with Lin Tao's appearance just now, he believed that there must be a mystery in this painting, maybe Feng Qi died because of this, but he couldn't find any evidence.

Even if they did, no one would believe that a painting had killed someone.

It's okay to be torn up.

"My lord! This painting ......"

Lin Tao's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the two.

The originally torn paintings appeared on the table little by little, and the shredded paper on the floor disappeared little by little, and finally appeared in front of everyone in its entirety, still in its original position, as if no one had ever touched it before.

"It can't be this painting that killed Feng Qi!" When Lin Tao saw this scene, he shrunk his neck in fright, and he was covered in a cold sweat.

If it weren't for Madame preventing him from touching it, would he have turned into a dried corpse like Feng Qi.

Such a strange scene made everyone take a breath of cold air, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out, and they all looked at Ye Junchen.

After all, for so many years, I have never encountered such a difficult and strange case, and I don't know what to do for a while.