Jun Chengzong didn't understand at all, and he couldn't understand what Zhen Xuelan, a woman, was thinking.

Zhen Xuelan took Jun Chengzong out of the hotel and came to a rather high-end restaurant, which was called supper.

In the restaurant, the dim warm lighting and elegant and soothing piano music cast an ambiguous filter on the diners here.

At this time, the vast majority of those who are still dining here are couples.

They whispered to each other, and the whole restaurant smelled of love, except for one pair, of course.

After Jun Chengzong and Zhen Xuelan sat down, they didn't say anything for a long time, Zhen Xuelan just kept staring at Jun Chengzong, and there was a mysterious smile on her face that made Jun Chengzong sit still.

"Don't you want to say something?" Zhen Xuelan crossed her fingers on the table in front of her elegantly, leaned forward slightly, looked at Jun Chengzong with a very embarrassed expression, and said.

Say, say what?

Jun Chengzong frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "I apologize to you for what she did in the exhibition hall before, and I hope you can forgive me." ”

Zhen Xuelan smiled slightly, waved her hand and said, "No, that incident has passed, I embarrassed you once, you embarrassed me once, and we evened it out." ”

Jun Chengzong narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly didn't quite understand what the woman in front of him was going to do.

However, this time, Zhen Xuelan spoke first to break the embarrassment between them.

"Is that girl your girlfriend?" Zhen Xuelan picked up the wine glass in front of her, took a sip lightly, and asked Jun Chengzong.

"Huh?" Jun Chengzong obviously didn't expect Zhen Xuelan to suddenly ask like this, so he was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay, I'll understand when I see your expression." Zhen Xuelan put down the wine glass in her hand, and the expression on her face did not have the slightest wave.

After Zhen Xuelan put down her wine glass, she changed her posture and continued to stare at Jun Chengzong so directly, and asked, "Mr. Jun, I hope you can explain why you used fake identity information to enter my auction house?" ”

Really.

From the time Jun Chengzong and Zhen Xuelan came out, he was speculating why Zhen Xuelan came to him since he had already found out his identity.

The crux of the matter is here, and Zhen Xuelan can't figure out what Jun Chengzong and they are trying to do with their fake identities to infiltrate their auction house.

This time, Jun Chengzong didn't know what to say.

Do you want to tell her the truth?

Not very good, not to mention that telling a layman about these things will cause any panic, if not panic, but will she believe it?

But if you don't tell her the truth, how do you explain it?

There is simply no behavior that can explain their previous behavior.

There is no other way to explain the fact that two people steal someone else's invitation and sneak into an art exhibition for the purpose of the final auction.

In other words, at this time, Zhen Xuelan will also let Jun Chengzong sit here and tell her that she is already on the Internet, otherwise there is no need to say anything if she calls the police directly.

What to do?

Jun Chengzong fell into silence for a while, and he was still weighing what kind of method to use to explain.

However, at this time, Zhen Xuelan opened her mouth first.

"Mr. Jun, you just need to tell the truth, I have investigated your information, so no matter what you say, I won't be too surprised."

Kindness?

Jun Chengzong didn't expect Zhen Xuelan to say this, he raised his head, only to see that Zhen Xuelan had already put away the smile on her face at this time and turned into a serious face.

"I mean it, I want you to tell the truth." Zhen Xuelan kept a straight face, without the slightest intention of joking.

In fact, Zhen Xuelan didn't find too much of anything, because Jun Chengzong's information had been kept confidential, and even Wang Guanlin couldn't find anything useful.

She only found Jun Chengzong's spirit reaction studio, as well as the following videos taken by some students when Jun Chengzong was giving a lecture at Jinhai University.

Actually, these things can already explain a lot of things.

In the face of such a Zhen Xuelan, Jun Chengzong didn't say anything else, but sighed softly, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Do you know what happened to the previous owner of that "Shaver"? ”

Zhen Xuelan frowned slightly when she heard Jun Chengzong say this.

Of course she knew that Huo Wenxing was her friend, and she also went to mourn Huo Wenxing's funeral, how could she not know?

Seeing Zhen Xuelan nodded, Jun Chengzong continued: "We suspect that it was not a living person who killed Huo Wenxing, but a marginal spirit, which is what you call a powerful ghost. ”

Zhen Xuelan didn't speak, but it could be seen from her expression that she didn't particularly believe what Jun Chengzong said.

Jun Chengzong had already expected this to be the result, so he continued: "We suspect that the edge spirits that killed Huo Wenxing were attached to something around them, so we traced them all the way to your auction house. ”

Zhen Xuelan nodded and muttered, "Then you pretended to be someone else and infiltrated my exhibition hall, and walked around with that instrument, just to find that attachment...... Fringe Spirits? ”

Jun Chengzong was noncommittal on this point.

This time, it was Zhen Xuelan's turn to be silent.

Although she was prepared in advance, when these things were really in front of her, Zhen Xuelan was still a little difficult to accept.

It is never easy for a man who has been immersed in materialist education for more than 20 years to suddenly accept overnight that there are ghosts in this world.

This kind of thing is not only related to her auction house, but also to her friends.

If there is really a problem with this "Head Shaver", then isn't it equivalent to Zhen Xuelan indirectly pushing her friend's family into the fire pit?

Zhen Xuelan took a deep breath, looked up at Jun Chengzong, and asked, "Can you be sure that there really is a marginal spirit on that painting?" ”

Jun Chengzong nodded, showed Zhen Xuelan the string of dice on his wrist, and replied: "I can feel a very subtle mysterious spirit aura, and I can clearly feel that in that painting "The Shaver", there is definitely a borderline spirit attached. ”

"However, as for whether it was the edge spirit that killed Huo Wenxing, it is not very clear." Jun Chengzong said truthfully.

Zhen Xuelan reached out and touched the wine glass on the table in front of her, and remembered the question again: "Then if that painting is placed in my exhibition hall, will there be any problems?" ”

"If there were no people, it wouldn't be too much of a problem......

However, before Jun Chengzong's words fell, Zhen Xuelan's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Zhen Xuelan gave Jun Chengzong an apologetic expression, and then picked up the phone.