There was indeed a little dingding in the pool that had been soaked in size, and now I knew it.

It is likely that the woman who committed suicide first killed his ex-boyfriend, and cut off his ex-boyfriend's words, and finally cleared her mind and saw that she was desperate, so she jumped off the building and committed suicide.

I turned around and examined the hand of the officer who had turned on the light, and found that the back of the hand was blackened, and the wound seemed to be poisoned.

Feng Qingyang also looked down at the officer's wound, and said to him very seriously: "Don't stand here, go find glutinous rice to pull out the poison immediately!" ”

The police officers next to him were stunned, and looked at Sister Police Hua, the poisoned police officer felt dizzy, and hurriedly said loudly to Sister Police Hua: "Team...... Captain, I may have really been poisoned and now I am dizzy, what should I do?! ”

Sister Police Flower hurriedly asked Feng Qingyang what glutinous rice he wanted, Feng Qingyang said, ordinary long-grain glutinous rice is fine, and you have to buy it in the supermarket, Sister Police Flower hurriedly called her subordinates to buy glutinous rice.

Feng Qingyang looked at the bathroom again, and said to Sister Police Hua: "Buy some more insecticides, spray them with insecticides, stuff this small bathroom for a day, kill the insects inside, don't leave any trouble, and then you find someone to clean up, understand?" ”

Sister Police Flower nodded, and soon she reacted and asked rhetorically: "What right do you have to tell me, what are you doing?!" ”

Feng Qingyang smiled and closed his mouth and did not answer, and Sister Police Flower looked at Zhang Zhenren again.

Zhang Zhenren had quietly packed up his belongings at this time, and said to us: "Two Taoist friends, the poor road has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, I can't imagine that you are all masters, thanks to the help, the green mountains do not change the green water for a long time, goodbye, goodbye!" ”

Feng Qingyang hurriedly stopped Zhang Zhenren and said, "Why don't you do another ritual and surpass the dead before leaving?" ”

Zhang Zhenren nodded and said, "That's right, but I don't know if the female police officer agrees?" ”

Sister Police Flower lowered her head and thought about it, she said yes, but in the end, everyone should not leave, and she would go back to the bureau with her to make a record later.

Zhang Zhenren understood the reason, and hurriedly nodded and said yes, and said that this is the obligation of a citizen.

It's a mess in this house, and I really want to get out, and I don't want to follow these policemen back to the station to record a confession, in case I leave a criminal record.

So I pulled Feng Qingyang, bypassed the sight of Sister Jinghua, left the door, and ran downstairs violently.

Unexpectedly, the police sister was extremely alert, and rushed out and shouted at us: "What are you running, if you run again, you will shoot!! ”

Feng Qingyang and I had no choice but to raise our hands and stop.

Sister Police Flower walked around to us, looked me up and down, and asked, "What are you running, do you two have ghosts?!" ”

"No, no, really!" I hurriedly said.

Feng Qingyang's eyes stared at Sister Police's chest for a while, and then he smiled and said, "Yes, I do have a ghost in my heart, if you have to ask, I can tell you that the so-called counter is all admiration for you!! ”

"Where is all this nonsense?" Sister Police Flower glared at Feng Qingyang fiercely.

I was worried that Feng Qingyang's cheap mouth would offend Sister Police Hua, so I hurriedly pushed Feng Qingyang.

I said flatteringly to the policewoman: "Officer, we're just here to see the excitement, there's nothing to do with us, we have other things to do in the afternoon, can we not make a record?" ”

Sister Police Flower said: "No, this is the procedure!" ”

I scratched my head, and suddenly remembered a person, this person, maybe can help us get through the fool.

Then, I lowered my voice and said to Sister Police Flower: "What's that, actually...... Actually, I'm Uncle Nine......"

Sister Police Flower was stunned for a moment, squinted a pair of beautiful eyes and asked, "Which ninth uncle are you talking about?!" ”

I hurriedly replied: "Lin Ying-jeou ......"

Unexpectedly, as soon as I mentioned the three words Lin Ying-jeou, the policewoman actually had a reverent expression on her face.

She looked down and thought about it again, then nodded at me and said, "Okay, then you guys go first!" ”

"Thank you, thank you!" I'm about to leave with the wind and the sun.

"Wait a minute," Sister Police Flower actually called us again, "You two be honest with me, Marelliin, I know you!" ”

“…… Yes?! "I was taken aback.

", little brother, this woman won't have a leg with you before, right?!" Feng Qingyang stared at me with a sneer.

I only heard the policewoman behind me say: "I am Zheng Qian's sister, my name is Zheng Feifei, I heard my brother mention your ......"

"What? Are you Zheng Qian's sister? "I have a black line on my face," this ...... Is this so possible?! ”

Zheng Qian is the young owner of Bajiatang, not to mention how ugly it looks, but I didn't expect that Zheng Qian's sister Zheng Feifei could still look like this.

Zheng Feifei's face and figure, although she can't compare with the goddess Cheng Yan, at least, she can score more than 85 points among beauties.

Therefore, I personally think that Zheng Feifei and Zheng Qian are definitely not born by the same mother.

"Hey, since we all know each other, we are all acquaintances, so I still have a stinky face, what are you doing with an official mouth," Feng Qingyang pouted, shook his head and said, "It's boring, it's really boring!" ”

Zheng Feifei looked behind her, the police officers she brought were busy with the things in hand, and she nodded to me: "Okay, then you guys go, quietly leave the building, do you know?" ”

"Okay, okay." I nodded with Feng Qingyang and said.

Just like that, Feng Qingyang and I quietly left the sixth floor and kept walking down, but unexpectedly, a bunch of people were blocked in the corridor on the ground floor, and the beetroot was standing in the crowd.

As soon as he saw me come out, the beetroot pulled me and asked, "Boss Ma, has it been cleaned up, and will it be haunted again in the future?!" ”

Hearing the question of the beetroot, the owners who were watching the excitement looked at us in unison.

I broke out in a cold sweat, this ...... How can this be explained clearly, even if it is honest, it is also spreading feudal superstition!

So, I dealt with it casually, and then left the building with the beetroot in my hand.

After finding a place where no one was around, we stood firm, and the beetroot still asked me vigorously, if the building will not be haunted in the future?!

I interrupted the beetroot and said, "Okay, okay, the building is clean now, you haven't done what you promised me?" ”

Beetroot said in a low voice: "That's good, in fact, when it comes to how that figure painting got into my hands, it's also a skillful accident......"

Feng Qingyang glared at the beetroot and asked, "...... you What do you mean?! ”

Next, Beetroot spoke very slowly, as if he wanted to say something thrilling.

A few years ago, the Faculty of Arts was expanded, a new building was built, and the Faculty began to move.

The process of moving is very cumbersome, the warehouse has also been opened, there are some worthless things that need to be cleaned up, and there are also some works painted by students, those who can be contacted will contact their classmates to pick them up themselves, and those who cannot be contacted can only become garbage.

Beetroot's brother-in-law is a senior leader of the academy, because of this relationship, Beetroot knew this information, and squatted in the academy for several days and nights, finding out a lot of works of art that he thought were valuable from the scrap heap, and later, some things were indeed bought for a large price.

At this point, the beetroot looked at me, and he said that the figure painting of Mobai was the harvest of this time, which he had found from the waste cardboard box and bought it at the price of a waste newspaper.

Come to think of it, this painting was sold for 8,000 yuan in the end, and I don't know how many times it was flipped.

So, art is indeed very profitable!

(End of chapter)