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I'm one head and two big, can this be reliable? The person in the painting can kill people in the real world, which sounds like a bridge in the painting of a fairy or a demon girl.

"Pack up your things, leave this afternoon, and go to Qiantang County, Zhejiang, I want to see what is going on."

Huang Tian put the file in the file bag, got up and prepared to pack up his things, I didn't have anything to pack, so I went to Liang Fatzi's office to see if he had anything to explain.

In any case, this is also the first time I have followed the case, in the past, I was only directing the workers to work on the construction site, not even a contract foreman, and I didn't know anything about handling cases, and there were any mistakes elsewhere.

"Xiao Liang, just come here and let you follow the task, if you have any ideas in your heart, I will definitely help you solve it, in addition, your monthly allowance is 50,000 yuan, and the expenses incurred in handling the case can be reimbursed by the poll bureau, if there is anything else you need, just say it, I will help you."

In the office, Liang Fatzi's two big feet are on the desk, and his toes are moving, which looks very comfortable, but it is not bad for me, 50,000 yuan a month, and even Uncle Wu did not give me this price, it seems that the polling bureau is still very rich.

When I followed my uncle, the highest salary he offered me was only 1,000 yuan a day and 30,000 yuan a month.

"There are no other requirements, but can I put these salaries into my parents' accounts for 40,000 yuan, I personally can't use so much money, the two old people only have a child like me, I can't let them suffer from poverty anymore."

This is my only request, it is okay to have my life, but I must let my parents live a good life, this is my wish, now that I have the ability to earn money, I naturally want them to live a better life.

"No, you can't have less than 50,000 yuan on you, maybe there will be anything that will use the money, if you can have 40,000 yuan left next month, I will call your parents 40,000 yuan, and take this with you, this is the sign of our polling bureau, any department will buy it when it sees this."

As he spoke, the fat man took the big foot girl off the table, rummaged through the drawer for a long time, and took out something similar to a belt buckle, which can be buckled on the belt, brass-colored, with the word "10,000" engraved on it.

I took it, buckled it directly on my belt, and then walked out of his office, because I had just arrived and there was nothing to pack, so I went directly to Huang Tian and asked him when he was leaving.

Three hours later, we got on the train to Hangzhou, and we have done two trains recently, and I felt that when I used to follow my uncle, as long as it was not too far, we drove there.

It is too troublesome to squeeze the train, and there is no certain ability to squeeze it, especially some small stations, the management is not as strict as the big station, and the passenger flow is relatively not much, but the more such stations, the more crowded, there is no quality.

Of course, this also includes me, and my quality is not good, every time I take the train, it is when I show my skills, relying on my youth, and squeezing others away with a shake of my shoulder.

The train drove for a full night and half a day, and arrived at the destination the next morning, got off the train, Huang Tian stopped a taxi, and went straight to the community where the accident occurred, the Linjiang community.

Here close to the Qiantang River, standing on the balcony you can see the sparkling surface of the Qiantang River, every time the tide is high, it is the golden drum in unison, the scene of thousands of horses galloping is extremely shocking.

When I first heard the sound of ten thousand horses, I gradually felt like the Great Wall. Far from the three mountains, even the two sides of the strait. Ling Feng added anger, and the sun was empty. If it is Wu Xulu, how to cross the Vietnamese soldiers.

This is one of the few surviving poems of Shi Wenjue in the Song Dynasty, which is dedicated to describing the Qiantang tide, which is quite spectacular.

The painter we are going to investigate lives in a building near the Qiantang River, on the fifth floor, you can see the spectacular Qiantang River when you open the window, there is no problem from the perspective of geographical location and feng shui, it is definitely a good place to raise people.

The scene has long been cleaned up, and it is too difficult for us to find some clues now, and this matter is mainly based on Huang Tian, I am just a yellow skin pulling chicken feathers, a foil, and I didn't take it seriously, while he was checking the room, I pushed open the window and smoked a cigarette to enjoy the beautiful river view.

The morning sun shines obliquely on the water, creating golden ripples, several fishing boats cruising back and forth on the river, and large passenger ships and some cargo ships can be seen in the distance honking their horns and slowly moving into the distance.

"The scene is really clean, there is nothing left for us, it seems that we have to go to the local police station to ask for information, I hope they will not leave out important information, otherwise this case will be difficult to solve."

Huang Tian quickly finished checking the room, came to my side, and stood side by side with me at the window.

"Didn't you say that the person in the painting killed someone? Where is that painting? I've only heard of ancient paintings that can suck people in, and I've never heard of people in paintings killing people. ”

I flicked the cigarette butt into the distance and asked casually, since we want to investigate, then this painting should be the first thing to see, whether it is a priceless ancient painting or the work of the hung painter himself, we need to look at it first.

"That makes sense, let's go, there's not even a passing ghost in this room, and since the painter died unjustly, it is impossible for his soul to dissipate so quickly, and maybe it may be attached to that painting."

Huang Tian also thought of this, so we withdrew from this empty house and walked towards the nearby police station, on the way, some people saw us come out of this house with a strange murder, and they all looked at us with strange eyes, and avoided us from a long distance, as if we had a plague on us.

When we came to the police station, Huang Tian directly showed the letter from the polling bureau, and the local director, the middle-aged bald man who had made a fortune, took us into the office like a god of wealth, and then said to his subordinates: "Take all the information of the painter's case and let the two of them check it, and also bring the person who reported the case and let the two interrogate." ”

The police officer didn't know which god we were, and when he saw that the chief was respectful to us, he naturally didn't dare to slack off, and a few minutes later, a thick stack of files was placed in front of us, and even the painting was taken.

"I'm sorry, I like to be quiet when I look up the information, so please go out for a while."

Huang Tian said politely, but there was an irrefutable toughness in his tone, and the director also knew each other, nodded and said: "Then you guys are busy first, I'll go out for a while, I haven't eaten since the morning, let's go to the mat first." ”

When the director was gone, I went over and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and locked it.

At this time, Huang Tian had already lit two white candles, placed them on the table, and then motioned for me to turn off all the lights and close the curtains, and the whole room suddenly became dark.

I know he's going to play a trick of conjuring spirits, so who is the most direct to ask? Of course, it is to ask the dead, only the dead know who they were killed by.

It's just that there is a disadvantage to asking the dead, that is, it is difficult to find strong evidence to prove that what you say is right, so even if you know who the murderer is, there is no way to bring the other party to justice.

The most important point is that many of these cases are not committed by people, and today's law, let alone these crimes, even a little bit of money and power can take advantage of the loopholes of the law and get away with it.

Didn't you report such a thing on the news not long ago? A bureau chief was sentenced to 10 years in prison for corruption and bribery, dereliction of duty, and as a result, he didn't live in a day's office, and he was still traveling outside Xiaomi.

For people, the law is even more incapable of controlling the dirty things that cannot be seen or touched, not to mention, which prison can trap invisible and qualitative ghosts? It is also our people in the poll bureau who know how to deal with the magic of these crimes.

The legendary painting had been unfolded and placed on the table, but fortunately, the director's desk was big enough, otherwise it might not have been able to be opened.

I turned around and stood behind Huang Tian to look at the painting on the table, I wanted to see what kind of painting it was, and I could actually kill the painter himself.

At first glance, I was stunned, this is not an ancient painting, but a painting of Gongbi landscape, every stroke is described very well, and obviously this is a long scroll, less than one-fifth of the open part, can see the place is a picture of a clear spring flowing in a mess of stones, as if it is a river.

Look at it again, the river is rushing all the way, the boat looms in the water, a dragon tower big boat is driving on the river, and the characters on the boat are lifelike.

I don't know if it's my hallucination or what's going on, I always feel that there is something wrong with this painting, the real thing is too real, looking at this painting, I seem to have a feeling of being by the river, as if the end of my nose can smell the smell of the river with a special fishy smell, but there is no eerie feeling.

Huang Tian put two white candles on the screen, then took out five incense sticks, lit them on the candles, and inserted them in the small incense burner he carried with him.

Immediately after Huang Tian didn't know what he muttered in his mouth, in short, it was very awkward, as if it was some kind of spell, and with his voice, there seemed to be a layer of fog on the picture, which looked hazy.

I am amazed, the magic of the magic, and the Taoist is simply a fight, in fact, the so-called magic, is also a kind of Taoism, but the last stream, in the current world, the Taoist is unable to survive, but the magic is different, those flying away omnipotent gods will never appear again, what has been handed down is just the skin.

However, it is these furs that can make a person who knows the magic a very mysterious existence in the eyes of others.

Gradually, the fog on the screen became heavier and heavier, but nothing appeared.

I was very conflicted, on the one hand, I was expecting something to appear and solve the mystery, and on the other hand, I was afraid of seeing those dirty things, after all, whoever saw such things would be unlucky for a long time.

"Boom! Poof......"

At the end, Huang Tian shouted, then spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face became sallow, the whole person was sluggish, and hurriedly said to me: "Quickly open the curtains, I can't hold on." ”

I didn't react for a moment, what kind of rhythm is this? It was fine just now, why did you vomit blood when you said no? But after a little stunned, I immediately jumped over, opened the curtains, and the noon sun shone in at once, and the fog on the painting disappeared without a trace.