Uncle Fu, I don't know what your purpose is. ”

Fan Ren looked at the pot-bellied middle-aged man in front of him with a cold expression, and the smell of blood kept pouring into Fan Ren's nostrils from that painting.

That weird painting, the paint used. Definitely the blood of living creatures. Even the blood of the living.

"Little Ren. Don't worry, listen to me tell you slowly. ”

Qingfu slowly took back the scroll and looked at Fan Ren with a smile.

"You know that. Your Uncle Fu and I are over there in Southeast Asia, and I still have some family background. But, over there, Southeast Asia. Some places are chaotic enough, and that's why. Uncle Fu inevitably did some dirty things to protect himself. ”

There was a pause. Qingfu continued:

"What's the dirty thing? I won't tell you. lest thy heart fall ill. ”

As he spoke, Qingfu put the strange scroll back in the box, affixed the seal, and continued to say:

"When I do a lot of dirty things, I always worry that one day I'll get down there. I had to suffer too much, so I thought, I want to accumulate some virtue for myself, and then, in the name of a private person in China, I have funded more than 100 welfare institutions and built more than 20 schools, from elementary school to junior high school. ”

Then, Qingfu shook his head lightly and continued: "I did this, at first, I just spent money to buy peace of mind."

"And then."

When Fan Ren heard this, he felt that he could probably get straight to the point, so he interrupted Qingfu: "Uncle Fu, what does this have to do with this painting?"

"Xiaoren, you are still the same as before. So impatient. ”

Qingfu shook his head lightly, and said with a helpless expression.

"It's just a welfare school, but you still have to have all the things you should have. Every year, I pay for our teachers to go to other countries for further study, and this practice has been going on for several years, and they also go to some places in the world where education is more developed, among them, there is the East. ”

Fan Ren immediately sat up as soon as he heard this, and he understood that the topic was coming.

"Last year, I funded a total of 21 people to study at Toyo Late Eda University, and most of them were poor college students, except for a few teachers from the school I funded. They are all in their twenties. ”

Saying that, Qingfu sighed and said, "I didn't expect it." They provoked the local gangsters, and then, for some reason, they lost their children, two men and one woman. The two men were found seven days later. ”

Speaking of which, Qingfu's smiling expression before has finally changed. A pair of small eyes opened, flashing with a cold light.

"They're hungry. And severe mental disorders, unable to communicate at all. ”

"The gangster did it?"

Qingfu shook his head slightly. With a look of disdain, he said: "I said they are gangsters, which is a promotion to them." In fact, it's just more than a hundred delinquent teenagers who haven't seen much of the world. They targeted those outsiders who seemed to have no background and were unfamiliar with the place, as well as some international students in school, and sold them through an underground black market. ”

As he spoke, Qingfu let out a soft breath: "Although, I finally concocted all of those people." But I still haven't heard from the schoolgirl. It wasn't until a month later that my subordinates got the news of her at the police department near Aokigahara Jukai through connections, and by that time, she was only a pile of bones. ”

As he spoke, Qingfu showed a sarcastic smile and said, "So, it is very logical that the police in the East have completely characterized this disappearance case by committing suicide."

Maybe it was because he had said too much, Qingfu, who had a dry mouth, poured himself a cup of hot tea. He took a sip and continued.

"But then, I sent someone to find something interesting."

"Oh? What is it? ”

Qingfu said a lot, which had successfully aroused Fan Ren's interest, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Look at this."

Qingfu took out a small file bag out of nowhere and handed the documents inside to Fan Ren.

Fan Ren turned the thin pages of paper and found that it was an old man's information, and in the upper left corner of the first page, there was a small ID photo with a white background.

"This man, named Yoshio Shimizu, is a painter who is very famous in the East. On the surface, he is good at painting with the juice of plants, but secretly, he has been working for a black market, using the blood of various animals, and even living people, as paint. ”

Speaking of this, Qingfu paused deliberately, hoping to see something from Fan Ren's face, but unexpectedly, Fan Ren seemed very calm.

"Painting with blood. That's not realistic. ”

Fan Ren looked at Qingfu in front of him calmly, as a ghost who didn't take the usual path at the beginning. No matter how big the scene is, I have seen it, and I can already deal with such rumors that I haven't seen it with my own eyes.

"It doesn't take long for the blood to coagulate and turn black, and using him to paint is either neurotic or brain-teasing."

Qingfu smiled dumbly and shook his head gently.

"As I said earlier, they can't be considered human anymore."

Then. Qingfu put down the teacup, from the thin stack of papers, handed to Fan Ren.

"This Shimizu Yoshio is not only good at painting with blood, but even has a channel to obtain corpse oil. With the help of the densely refined corpse oil, he could delay the clotting time of his blood for many days. As a result, his paintings were even sold for tens of millions of Toyo coins on the underground black market. He even regularly performs live painting. This allows you to charge a very high viewing fee. ”

As he spoke, Qingfu gently leaned his sturdy body against the back of the seat, squinting his eyes and continuing.

"I went this time, mainly to see what this thing is, and to give him a big gift by the way."

Qingfu looked at Fan Ren, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"After all. Our own family, there's no reason for outsiders to bully us like this, right? ”

Fan Ren nodded when he heard this, thought of something, and showed a faint smile on his face: "What Uncle Fu said is true, but I still don't understand a little."

"Say."

Qingfu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please to Fan Ren.

Fan Ren leaned forward and approached Qingfu across the table. Opening:

"You, why, talk to me so many things."

After going through so much, Fan Ren's brain is not in vain. Qingfu would never show him this thing for no reason, and said so much. What's more, this Qingfu looks like he is just a mortal, but he can get such an evil picture, and he is still alive, which is not normal.

"It's nothing, that's what it's in. Some things have something to do with your dad. However, it is more appropriate to wait until you have the opportunity to ask him in person? ”

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