Feng Ruan Ruan quickly touched Sheng Qiuhui's home, and the convenience of the soul body was that he could flexibly use the wall piercing technique without being discovered.

Entering the room through the door, Feng Ruan Ruan swept around the room in disgust.

The room was a mess, with a large number of canned beer and takeaways on the table, clothes that hadn't been washed for many days, and a musty smell in the air.

She looked around, but didn't see Sheng Qiuhui's figure, so she found a room that looked like the master bedroom and floated in.

When I went in, Sheng Qiuhui was really lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Feng Ruan Ruan ignored him, and first rummaged through the entire room for the so-called evidence.

It's a pity that as a soul body, she can't touch anything, and all she can see is something that is laid out on the surface, but obviously, there are not many people who openly put the evidence on the table.

Finding nothing useful, she rummaged through the room again, finding nothing but a few more oppressive paintings.

She was unwilling to return without work like this, so she decided to ask Lin Guihao first and use the communication charm he gave her.

As long as it is not a lethal talisman like a thunder talisman, ordinary talismans will not have side effects on the soul, and some can even play a role in nourishing the soul, so even Feng Ruan Ruan Ruan, who is a soul body, can use the communication talisman without worrying about injury.

Lin Guihao, who was on the other end of the spell, hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll teach you a mantra, you can enter his dream realm by reciting this mantra silently." But be careful, don't stay too long, and come back soon. ”

Feng Ruan Ruan answered, his eyes shining, and he seemed to be very interested in this task.

After reciting the mantra taught by Lin Guihui twice, she felt a suction coming from Sheng Qiuhui's head.

She subconsciously struggled for a while, only to suddenly realize that this was the other party's dream that was attracting her, so she stopped struggling.

She was obediently inhaled by Sheng Qiuhui's dream, and she still held the charm given by Lin Guihao in her hand.

This was also specially instructed by Lin Guihao, so that they could hear what was happening in the dream through the charm.

Feng Nguyen Ruan Ruan opened his eyes and found himself in a studio.

Different from the previous narrow and dilapidated studio, this time the studio is clean and bright, and outside the window are all kinds of young people walking by, each with a bright smile on their faces, but there is a depressing atmosphere in the studio.

Sheng Qiuhui was sitting in a seat in the far corner, painting quietly, when two boys suddenly came in outside the door.

When the two boys came in, they were still talking and laughing, but when they saw Sheng Qiuhui, their faces sank, and their mockery skills were full.

"Yo, isn't that the good son of the plagiarized painter? Why do you still have the face to come here? ”

"Look at this painting, it's really not as good as a finger from Cheng Xisu, or the professor's son."

"What you said, didn't other professors also plagiarize others, who knows if he had plagiarized others before Cheng Xisu? Perhaps, this professor's title was copied. ”

"Then he really has to thank his father, if his father hadn't copied such a professor's position, he wouldn't have been able to send him to the Academy of Fine Arts. See which of his paintings meets the standards of our academy? ”

The two of them laughed, Sheng Qiuhui's pen was about to be crushed by him, he stood up angrily and grabbed one of them by the collar.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, y'all! You are not allowed to slander my father like that! ”

His eyes were red, and the flesh on his cheeks was trembling slightly.

The man was tugged by his collar but did not have the slightest fear, but laughed even more mockingly.

"Slander? Haven't you watched the news, your father has been sentenced for plagiarism, and he will spend the next few decades in prison, and you say I slandered him? Are you getting water in your head? ”

The person on the side wanted to break Sheng Qiuhui's hand, "Sheng Qiuhui!" What are you doing! It was your father who did it, why are you angry now! You killed a human life and pretend to be a victim here, shameless! ”

"Let me go!" He used his strength and finally broke Sheng Qiuhui's hand open.

The man got out of trouble, but he still didn't give up, straightened his collar, and looked at him, "You and Cheng Xisu are still good brothers, if I were Cheng Xisu, I wouldn't let you go if I turned into a ghost!" ”

With that, the man snorted and turned away with his friend.

Behind him, Sheng Qiuhui fell weakly on the stool, covering his face, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He didn't want to do that, he stopped ......

He really didn't want to kill Cheng Xisu.

But no matter how much he screamed in pain and tried to justify his father's name, no one would listen to him.

He seems to be shut up, no matter how he speaks on the Internet, telling the world that this is just a mistake of his father, and he can't deny his past achievements, but they seem to have decided that he is a repeat plagiarist.

And he is also believed to have relied on his father to enter the Academy of Fine Arts.

All of his paintings were criticized as useless, and even if some people thought his paintings were good, it would soon be speculated that he had copied them.

He couldn't argue, as if he understood Cheng Xisu's mood at once.

As soon as the picture turned, Sheng Qiuhui, who was drooping his shoulders in a decadent manner, returned home, still holding a letter in his hand.

He sat down on the sofa at home and placed the envelope on the coffee table, which also placed several unsealed letters.

Feng Ruan Ruan leaned over and glanced at them, and found that these letters were all sent by his father, Sheng Ke.

The content of the letters is also similar, nothing more than accusing Sheng Qiuhui of why he didn't visit him, how bad he was in prison, and scolding him for being useless.

said that if it weren't for the unreliable lawyer he found, how could he be sentenced.

And this time the content of the letter was similar, although it was already expected, Sheng Qiuhui still opened the letter.

Sure enough, there was a cookie-cutter scolding inside.

But he never thought that if he hadn't listened to his own words and didn't plagiarize, he wouldn't have come to this point today.

Cheng Xisu will not die, he can continue to be his professor, why do you have to plagiarize?

At the same time, Sheng Qiuhui even complained a little bit about Cheng Xisu.

What can't you think of, you have to jump off the building and poke this matter open, otherwise how can this matter ferment so much?

His own father will not go to prison either.

He quickly shook his head as he thought about it, as if he was a little afraid that he would become like his father.

Leaning his head back on the sofa, the whole person seemed to have aged more than ten years all of a sudden.