I cursory over a few pages, and I found something.

This sketch is very much like a comic book that records some events.

There was a picture with a very strange content, it looked like a wall, and there was a small door in the wall, but when the door opened, a small face suddenly appeared inside.

This face reminds me of the ink figure painting that Beetroot sold to Mr. Wang, the two faces and eyes really have some looks.

The doctor's office was very busy, and I couldn't sit still and look at the paintings.

So I said to the male doctor, can you give me this sketchbook, I will take it back as a souvenir.

Unexpectedly, the male doctor quickly agreed, he said, there were many books in the past, and many of them were destroyed before, because each book was almost exactly the same, and there was no preservation value.

I asked, "Is every book the same?" ”

The male doctor said, "Yes, I don't believe you can take a few books and go back and read them." ”

The male doctor was very generous, so I took out two more books from the stack of notebooks, asked the doctor for a plastic bag, put the notebook in it, and then left the mental hospital.

Getting into the taxi, I started comparing the three sketchbooks, and sure enough, the doctor was right, and the contents were almost identical.

I can surmise that the content of this book is likely to be closely related to Mo Bai's madness.

I'm going to do some research when I go back.

Sitting in the taxi, when I was about to arrive at the Drum Tower, I casually raised my head and looked out the window, and I actually saw a person, quite familiar.

This person, what he is wearing today is really too stylish, it is simply very stylish.

So I stopped the taxi, paid the bill, got out of the car and ran towards the man.

The tall and thin figure, with his back to me, was standing in front of the bus stop sign, definitely waiting for the bus.

Let's talk about his dress first, today he is wearing a short placket, black, a row of pimple plates on his chest, and a pair of bloomers with tight trouser legs.

However, the wind I am talking about is not this clothes, but this person is carrying a big sword diagonally behind his back, almost two meters long, fortunately, it is wood at a glance, otherwise it is estimated that he would have been arrested by the patrolling police to the police station.

As I spoke, I had already approached, and immediately arched my hand and said, "Oh, isn't this Zhang Zhenren, what kind of plane are you going to get in your old man?!! ”

That's right, this person is the Zhang Zhenren I met in the building yesterday.

Yesterday I was dressed in a yellow robe, but today I am dressed as a hero, I don't know if I want to go to the set, or what do I want?!

Maybe it's because his appearance is too stylish, Zhang Zhenren doesn't look so obscene, but has a little bit of a fairy style.

Zhang Zhenren saw me, smiled, and said to me slowly: "I'm standing at the station, naturally waiting for the train, is there anything to ask?" ”

"No, no," I said quickly, "I mean, what are you going to do with such a peachwood sword on your back?" ”

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhenren only said two words: "Monster ......"

"Catch ...... What kind of demon to catch??? "I was taken aback and wanted to laugh.

At this time, the bus came, Zhang Zhenren stopped talking to me, and said: "This fellow Daoist, I have to get on the bus and leave, and talk again, by the way, my sword is not a peachwood sword, but a lightning strike jujube sword, popularize knowledge for you, don't make people laugh at it......"

After saying this, the bus just stopped at Zhang Zhenren's feet, and I saw him jump on the bus with a slight jump.

The car drove away, and Zhang Zhenren was still waving to me frequently in the window.

I have a black line on my face, this hero has gone to hunt demons, do you have to take the bus to hunt demons?!

Hmph, I really admire, admire......

I shook my head, smiled wryly, and had no choice but to walk towards the Ancient Culture Street.

……

The Drum Tower is very close to the Cultural Street, and after walking for a few minutes, you will return to the Qilin Pavilion.

When I returned to the store, as soon as I entered the door, I saw Feng Qingyang sitting on the sofa, with a peachy face, smiling, and looking at me with spring in his eyes.

"Little Flying Bear, what's wrong, it seems that you are satisfied today?"

Feng Qingyang nodded and said: "Lao Cui is still good, I will cover him in the future, and I took him to massage last night, that is called a cool ......"

I frowned and said, "So you went out at night, and I waited stupidly for a long time in the morning......"

"What are you waiting for me to do, do you have a mission?!" Feng Qingyang suddenly saw the sketchbook I was holding in my hand, and asked, "What are you holding in your hand, it looks quite heavy?" ”

"It's still the same thing," I said, sitting down and spitting out, "I'm so tired, how do you feel like I'm Sherlock Holmes now?" ”

Feng Qingyang asked very seriously: "Okay, you are Sherlock Holmes, I am Watson, we are a pair of good friends......

I didn't have the heart to explain to him, so I took out a sketchbook and handed it to Feng Qingyang, and opened it myself to read.

Feng Qingyang thought it was that kind of adult magazine, but when he saw it, it was all black pencils, and he immediately said disdainfully: "Why is it all charcoal gray, it's too dark, it's not good-looking?!" ”

I told Feng Qingyang: "Mo Bai is crazy, he is now living in a mental hospital, and for three years, he has been painting every day......"

Feng Qingyang glared at me and asked, ", that's what you painted?!" ”

"Well," I nodded, "I'll take a closer look, hoping to find out what the reason is from these comic books, and I can make a difference with Mr. Wang......"

Flipping through it, I saw a picture with a human face inside.

However, this face, his features, really reminds me of a man with a small flat head, thick eyebrows, a small beard, and a square chin......

After all, Mo Bai is a painter, and it is easy to capture the external features of this person by painting a human face.

That's right, the more I look at it, the more I feel like it, isn't this the picture of the fake policeman Lin Ying-jeou?!

If it weren't for Mo Bai who happened to paint this face as Lin Ying-jeou, then the reason for Mo Bai's madness, could it be that there was something about Lin Ying-jeou in it?!

Is this possible?!

Come to think of it, it's really getting heavier......

Feng Qingyang saw that I was stuck in a mystery and couldn't extricate myself, so he reminded me: "Hey, you can call that ninth uncle directly and ask, isn't it okay?" ”

"Yes!!"

A sentence woke up the dreamer, I took out my mobile phone, which contained Lin Ying-jeou's phone number, and after I found it, I called it, and it was quickly connected.

However, Lin Ying-jeou's voice was extremely small, and he deliberately lowered his voice to speak, as if he was doing something shady and shady.

I asked Lin Ying-jeou, "Is it convenient to speak now?" ”

Lin Ying-jeou said: "There is something to say, but be quick!" ”

I asked Lin Ying-jeou directly if he knew a man in his thirties named Mo Bai.

Lin Ying-jeou was silent, as if reminiscing, and then he asked me: "Mo Bai, what do you mean, which Mo Bai?" ”

I said, "Mo Bai, did you study art before?" ”

Lin Ying-jeou paused, and actually replied to me affirmatively: "If I remember correctly, he was a student at the Academy of Arts three years ago, right?" ”

"Yes, yes," I said excitedly, "that's this person, Uncle Nine, do you know he?!" ”

(End of chapter)