Zhou Changshou rented a safe at the Industrial Bank, and kept his private collection of paintings, photographs, and negatives in it, and the key was in the mezzanine of his left leather shoe.

The old lazy slit open the stinking shoe, took out the key and put it on the coffee table, and looked at me again, meaning to ask me what to do next.

I found a pen and paper and threw it to Zhou Changshou, asking him to write down the contact information and address of his family, mark the percentage of property distribution, and when the time comes, if we really sell the painting, we will send the money to his family according to the proportion he marked.

He wrote honestly stroke by stroke, with no expression on his face, as if he was as numb as suddenly seeing through life and death and seeing through the red dust, only the strength of his writing showed that his inner emotions were still very big, and he didn't dare to vent. I leaned over as he wrote the names of three women on a piece of paper, each with the child's name on the back. He was fair, saying that no matter whether it was the main house, the second room or the third room, regardless of the son or daughter, or the age, it would be distributed equally, one per person, no one would have more, no one would have less.

I took the note and looked at it a few times, then carefully put it in my backpack, and said with a smile: "You are not afraid of the wife of the main house." ”

He pursed his lips and smiled wryly, but he didn't say anything or say anything.

Then I said, "We still have to talk about the ugly words in the front, I can't say what will happen to the painting in the end, I can only guarantee that if you sell it successfully, the money will be distributed to your family, but if you can't sell it or pull out some other moth, you can only pull it down, you must not blame me." ”

After hearing this, he smiled bitterly, turned his face to the side, was silent for ten seconds, turned his face and asked me to ask for cigarettes, this time he really accepted his fate.

I handed him a cigarette, lit it for him with my own hands, watched him finish his cigarette, and finally asked a question that bothered me very, very much.

I asked him, those two crazy buyers who desperately wanted to buy Qi Xia Dongyi's paintings at all costs, wanted to figure out the secrets hidden in the paintings, and had so much spare money and so much spare effort, why didn't they go directly to Xia Dongyi himself? Wouldn't it be simpler to ask him directly?

Zhou Changshou listened to my question blankly, looked at me blankly for a long time, shook his head blankly, and said blankly: "How do I know?" ”

Looking at his expression, he hadn't thought about it at all.

I won't chase after it.

There was still some time before dawn, so we each found a place to catch up on some sleep. The old lazy didn't sleep, sitting in the moonlight and staring at Zhou Changshou, for fear that he would make some small moves. It wasn't until dawn that Xiaohai woke up and slept with him, he crooked his eyes in the sofa, slept until nine o'clock, cut the rope on Zhou Changshou's body, cuffed only two hands with handcuffs, and then found a strip of cloth to cover his eyes, lifted his neck and threw him into the back seat of the car, then opened the courtyard door, turned the car around, honked the horn and waited for me.

I left Xiaohai at home to take care of Qiao Lanxiang, went to the bank with the lazy man, first took out the paintings and photos from the safe, and then put the 250,000 promised to him into the accounts of his three women according to Zhou Changshou's intentions, because the average score was too troublesome, and his attitude was always good in the next few hours, so he simply added 50,000 to each account to 100,000, and took 10,000 cash and put it in Zhou Changshou's pocket, so that he could keep the expenses on the road, and don't make it too shabby when he escaped.

When all is done, take him to the train station.

When the handcuffs were uncuffed, I really wanted to tell him to find a place to hide in peace, and when the matter was over, I would inform him to come back. But after thinking about it, in his eyes, we are not good people, he hid out this time, he must have hid with us, how could he tell me the hiding place, I can't have a way to notify him at that time, so I still forget it, didn't say anything, took off the handcuffs and blindfold for him, patted him on the shoulder and smiled softly: "Let's go." ”

He got out of the car and left, first walking slowly for a dozen steps, and then even running into the crowd without looking back.

The old lazy didn't turn around in a hurry, looked at the direction of Zhou Changshou's escape steadily, and only started the car after a while, nor did he drive home directly, but changed the road, and hurriedly or slowly detoured several circles before finally adjusting to the direction of going home.

It's back to his home, not mine.

I knew the situation very well in my heart, but I was too nervous to watch and listen to all directions, so I was silent all the way, and it was not until I confirmed that there was no problem that I finally let go and discussed with the old lazy man who was following the passerby just now.

We were followed as we came out of the bank, and it was three different cars, alternately following from different routes, and it was so clever that we would not have been able to detect it if we hadn't been experienced and careful enough in this area. When I arrived at the train station, I took a closer look, and one of them was parked a hundred meters away from us. But when we turned around and left, the car didn't move, and the other two were nowhere to be seen, so we thought their target should be Zhou Changshou. So he sweated for him, and felt that he couldn't live with him, and even thought about going back to investigate the situation, and see if someone really wanted to attack him, he would still be saved. But after careful analysis, it seems that it may not be, so I didn't look back.

The old lazy man parked the car downstairs in his own residence, observed it from front to back, left and right before getting out of the car, and then put his face into the car and told me to sit in the driver's seat, and if the situation was not right, I would take the road and escape. I squinted at him and smiled, and readily agreed, but I was very unimpressed.

He only came back in twenty minutes, carrying a bag in his hand, saying that it was a tool for studying painting, and he didn't know what would work, so he brought it with him. I opened the zipper and looked at it, and laughed, "Yo, what the hell did you do before you pretended to be a police officer?" Why do you have everything?

He crooked his face and grinned, and said, "At least half of the three hundred and sixty lines have been done." ”

Then he slammed on the accelerator and went to my house, discussing the matter of being followed just now, and he said that it was definitely not at me or at him, so it could only be Chong Zhou Changshou.

I shook my head slowly and said, "Not necessarily, because we kept staring when Zhou Changshou ran into the train station, and no one around chased after him." ”

The old lazy said: "There are three cars on the other side, and someone may have entered the station to wait for the rabbit before we arrived." ”

I thought about it, so I didn't speak again, but I always felt that something was wrong, and I felt that those people should not be Chong Zhou Changshou.

When I got home, it was already afternoon, I just got something to fill my stomach, and immediately began to study the authentic handwriting of Xia Dongyi taken from the bank safe, vacated the coffee table, put the painting flat, closed the curtains, turned off all the glowing electrical appliances, and made the living room black, and then I was lazy to take out a few lights from the toolbox I don't know what kind of lamp and shine them inch by inch.

Under the illumination of special light, a regular hollow circle with a diameter of about 10 centimeters appears in the center of the painting, glowing blue in color.

There is nothing else, and no matter what lamp is used to shine it, it will be in vain.

So the secret hidden in the painting is just an inexplicable circle.

It's just hilarious!

After spending so much effort and so much money, there is only one hollow circle!

Let's play tricks!

It's really infuriating!

We turn on the electric light in the living room and look carefully at the content of this painting, large blocks of gray, black, dark purple, the main body is a strange rocky mountain, at the foot of the mountain there are many thumb-sized people, some look to the left, some look to the right, some sitting, some standing, some are lying down, some are crawling on all fours, can not distinguish men and women, can not see the old and young, the only obvious feature is the expressionless face, all of them are like zombies, but also give people a miserable look.

There is a tree at the farthest point of the painting, which should be a towering old tree according to normal proportions, but there has been research before, Xia Dongyi's paintings have always been not very particular about proportions, and even the basic perspective is nonsense, so all aspects cannot be judged from normal logic.

So, it's just a tree, and there are a lot of broken limbs hanging from the tree, a hand, a leg, a head, or half of a body, swaying in the wind, which is terrifying.

It's only in the dreams of a perverted murderer.

There was a lonely man standing under the tree, and if he looked closely, he could see that the man had gender characteristics, with a prominent breasts, long hair, a woman, and a blood-red silk scarf tied around her neck, which fluttered in the wind. Of course, the silk scarf we see may also be blood in Xia Dongyi's imagery, and the ghost knows what he wants to express with this, and the artist's brain circuit is a bit different from ordinary people, and he does not use normal thinking to understand it.

There are so many deformed people on the painting - Xiao Hai counted them carefully, a total of 69, I don't know if this number expresses something.

Regardless of whether the total number of people is meaningful or not, the woman under the tree should have a special meaning, no one else has gender characteristics and no expression, only this woman is different, she faces the big tree full of stumps, her back is desolate, as if she is mourning or praying for something.

There is a sense of coldness and sadness in the painting.

According to previous analysis, the content of the painting is only Xia Dongyi's memory, although it is all real events, but it may not be of much help to decipher the secrets in the painting. Therefore, the key is to study the painting itself, and to find out whether there are any other clues about the value point in this actual tangible thing, in addition to the hollow circle just now.

Lao Lao and Xiao Hai carefully removed the frame together, carefully took the back of the painting inch by inch, and looked at it inch by inch, as well as the canvas, and also tried their best to analyze and check, but except for the hollow circle that was hidden in the center of the picture with fluorescent paint just now illuminated by the black light, there was nothing else.

I threw in the towel and gave up.

I opened the curtains and opened the door, and took a hard breath of the fresh air outside, the sun was shining, and the wind had the meaning of autumn.