"Are you sure you burned it just now?" Qiao Wei asked suspiciously, staring at the painting in front of us.

"Sure! How else would you have stopped? I replied as I walked to the kitchen, but there was no shadow of the painting on the gas stove, not even a frame, but the paper ashes left behind by the burning of the oil painting were left around the gas stove - I did burn it, and it was indeed strangely restored!

I couldn't imagine how a burned painting could be restored to its original appearance on its own, so I burned the oil painting again in front of Qiao Wei and Gu Feng who came out of the safe house, wanting to see how it was restored.

The painting was easily set on fire, and it was quickly burned to ashes, leaving Zuihou with only a metal frame on all four sides. Then we stared at the burned frame in the living room, but we didn't see it return until eight o'clock in the evening, and the old farmer who had put a curse on us through our bodies didn't reappear.

Gu Feng waited a little anxiously, and he asked Qiao Wei if the painting could be restored.

Qiao Wei also shook his head with a puzzled look and said: "It's the first time I've seen this situation, and I'm not sure when it will recover, or whether it can recover." But judging from what we've just experienced, the collective suicide of your family must have something to do with this painting. ”

"Hey!" Gu Feng looked at the frame and sighed deeply, "I really didn't expect it, I originally wanted to buy back this painting as a souvenir, but I actually bought it back for a disaster!" Okay, it doesn't matter to me if it's going to come back or not, just know what's causing trouble in my house. I won't bother, thank you both, I'll have someone send a check tomorrow! ”

After speaking, Gu Feng got up and was about to leave, and Qiao Wei and I quickly got up from the sofa to send him out.

When Qiao Wei and I returned to the living room from the door, there was no longer a separate picture frame on the tea table, and the "Dark Surge" was restored in less than half a minute after we left the tea table!

"! I'll burn it again! ”

Cursing, I picked up the painting and went straight to the gas stove, and once again burned it down to a picture frame, and Qiao Wei and I kept staring at the frame to see what was going on.

This time we didn't have to wait long, almost at the same time as I placed the frame on the coffee table, the canvas started to generate little by little from the inside of the edge of the frame, and then the canvas regenerated faster and faster, and it also had its own color. In less than five seconds, a complete copy of "Dark Surge" appeared in front of my Qiao Wei again.

The whole process was on the bridge of my nose, and I could clearly see that the yin qi was constantly wriggling like countless insects, and the painting was like these yin qi insects spinning silk and weaving.

weishenme didn't change when Gu Feng was there just now? And Gu Feng is gone, but it is restored in front of me and Qiao Wei? Also, the ghosts that come out of the Weishenme paintings can pass through the rune-carved walls of the safe house? How did he make Qiao Wei and them suddenly have suicidal thoughts? There are so many questions that I can't figure out the answers.

Rather than finding the answers to these questions, Qiao Wei and I faced another difficult problem, which was how to deal with the painting.

Qiao Wei and I tried again to get the foreigner farmer out by sprinkling black pepper, but this time we didn't succeed. When Qiao Wei sprinkled the black pepper on the painting, all the yin energy that lingered on the painting disappeared at once, and after he removed the black pepper from the painting, the yin energy gathered again.

Qiao Wei couldn't figure out what this strange situation meant, but putting the black pepper on the painting would obviously make it stop for a while, so that he could at least sleep peacefully tonight, and wait until tomorrow daytime to continue thinking about the next course of action.

According to the daily routine, when I get home, I have to tell Shu Xin all the things that happened in the day, which is also the necessary price for her to support me to do these messy jobs as I want.

As usual, Shu Xin didn't say anything worried about me or stop me, but enthusiastically suggested: "I think you should go to the auction house to check how many times this painting has changed hands before, and if anyone else has anything happened to this painting." ”

"It doesn't make much sense to confirm that now, right?" I discussed it with her as usual.

"Meaningful!" Shu Xin retorted: "Aren't you still unclear that this painting weishenme will make people commit suicide, and Tang Hui's condition is not good now, maybe you can clear his name by chasing this clue." ”

Shu Xin's suggestion has a little bit of truth, but I now want to figure out how to dispose of that painting, that thing is completely a bomb, Qiao Wei and I can't hide it all the time, and when the farmer can't keep it alive, the farmer will run out and let him commit suicide.

So I think the next thing I should do is to find clues about the late painter, and the family of four in the painting.

Nothing strange happened that night, no ghost farmer chased me to my house, and I didn't have any suicidal thoughts.

Lei Qishan called me early the next morning, and he said that the residue of gunpowder was found on the sleeves of the two on-site investigators, and the angle from which the bullet entered the head was very consistent with the characteristics of suicide, so the two men did have a great possibility of suicide. Now it only takes Tang Hui to return to the police station to make a complete explanation of the scene, and he can basically confirm his innocence, but Tang Hui is still missing.

I don't know if Tang Hui chased the ghost farmer or if he was affected by the curse, but I think it would be rewarding to continue to follow the clues of the painting.

After the call with Lei Qishan, I rushed to the detective agency early and checked the painting we had put in the safe house.

The painting is well preserved, and there is still no trace of yin energy left on the surface. I didn't wait for Qiao Wei to come over, so I poured out all the "black pepper" on the painting, and then the insect-like yin energy quickly gathered on the painting.

Then I tried again. I cut the canvas completely with a knife close to the frame, and then rolled it up and put it in the bag I had prepared. After doing this, I deliberately left the room and did not look at the frame, and after about ten minutes I went back to the room to check it - the frame was empty, and the "Dark Surge" was still rolled up in my bag.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Qiao Wei also came to the detective agency.

Obviously, Lei Qishan also told him about Tang Hui's situation, because he entered the door of the detective agency with a relaxed face and a smile. However, the first thing he said when he walked in the door was very surprising to me, and he smiled at me and said, "What's the matter? Do you want to bring your sister-in-law to my house for a ride? ”

"Are you going back to England to find the family in the painting?"

"I thought you'd be asking a whole bunch of jubberish questions! How is it? To go or not to go? ”

"Are you sure it's necessary to go to England? Can you bury that painting? ”

"I knew you'd still ask!" Qiao Wei smiled and sat down on the sofa leisurely and said, "I had a phone call with my dad last night, and he told me to go back to England in a month to obediently attend his class. ”

“haha！ Rolling you back? He said ''? I asked with a smile.

"Yes! And also in Chinese! He rarely had the opportunity to speak Chinese over there, and in order not to be rusty, he used Chinese every time he talked to me and my mother. ”

"Anyway, your parents have always been so separated?"

"No! He went to China every once in a while to live for three months and half a year, but recently he and my mother have been busy with work, especially my mother, so ...... Why did the topic run to my parents? ”

"Isn't that what you mentioned? Never mind! Or did your dad tell you about the painting on the phone? I asked.

"Hmm. He mentioned one word to me, wizard. ”

"Wizard? Can I understand it as a Taoist priest in England? ”

"Pretty much. My dad said that the painting was not an ordinary painting, it was a medium for wizards to seal evil spirits, like this one. With that, Qiao Wei also took out his glass hourglass pendant.

"You're saying there's a talisman hidden in this painting? Was the painter who committed suicide or a wizard? "I suddenly feel that what we are going to face this time is no longer an ordinary supernatural event, and it is not suicide to make trouble with that painter!

Qiao Wei still replied unhurriedly: "My father didn't elaborate on the specific situation, but told me some ways to temporarily seal the things in the painting. Also, this painting must be solved, otherwise as long as this thing exists, there will be people who will be harmed by it. So, whether you go to England or not, I have to go back. ”

Qiao Wei has said that to this extent, I naturally have no reason not to go, and I really have never been abroad, so it is also a good choice to take Shu Xin to travel together. So the safe handling of the painting was all handed over to Qiao Wei, and I hurried to go through all the formalities for going abroad.