Niu Jie desperately escaped, he seemed to be crazy, regardless of it, and crashed into the debris in the corridor of the tube building.

He tried to hinder Zhang Yiwei's pursuit.

But Zhang Yiwei calmly avoided the dustpan, earthen basket and other debris, and with the help of the handrail of the staircase, he quickly caught up, and the movements were as fast as a cheetah living on the grassland!

Seeing that the people chasing him were getting closer and closer, Niu Jie became even more crazy.

With an open door in front of him, a plain-clothed woman carrying a hanger was walking out, blocking Niu Jie's escape route. Niu Jie scolded angrily and rolled away, then pushed the person to the side, and then continued to run forward with his head bored.

The woman loses her balance and falls down the stairs in panic.

Dangdang——

Two muffled sounds of flesh hitting cement.

Niu Jie's head was pressed to the concrete floor by Zhang Yiwei, leaving him with no possibility of escaping. Bai Ling caught up again, but she didn't rush to find Zhang Yiwei, but first went to check the situation of the woman who fell down the stairs.

Bai Ling's fingers were trembling, she looked at the unconscious woman lying in a pool of blood in panic, took out her mobile phone and dialed the 120 emergency number in a panic.

"Someone here has fallen and injured himself, very serious, the address is ......"

She was so flustered that she forgot where it was.

"No. 13-19 Fuyang Road, the second staircase of the west building, 10 meters east of the corner of the third floor." Zhang Yiwei said calmly, and Bai Ling hurriedly repeated it to the mobile phone.

Until the emergency center replied that an ambulance would be dispatched immediately, Bai Ling seemed to have lost half of her strength, holding on to the railing and panting.

"Lao Tzu has no money!"

"Didn't you say that you had a grace period of one week, why are you looking for Lao Tzu!"

Niu Jie roared.

Zhang Yiwei was silent and broke off one of his fingers, Niu Jie just wanted to wail, but Zhang Yiwei blocked his mouth with his toes against the rags. Niu Jie's whole body was trembling in pain.

"Team Zhang?!"

Bai Ling saw that Zhang Yiwei's approach was getting more and more excessive, and she said hesitantly.

Zhang Yiwei sneered.

"This thing is not honest, what do you see hidden in his waist?" When Bai Ling heard this, she took out a USB flash drive.

Zhang Yiwei continued.

"The USB flash drive should be the security arrangement and electronic password of Higashino Gallery. He owes a loan shark and wants to unite with black market buyers to steal the painting and make money! He is not hiding from loan sharks at all, but is afraid that black market buyers will eat black! Directly did him! ”

His accurate and spicy analysis made the wailing Niu Jie's eyes widen. He finally knew the identities of the two pursuers.

"You're a cop! You can't lynch me—ah! ”

Zhang Yiwei actually stepped on Niu Jie's forearm with one foot, and he twitched wildly in pain.

"Who is the buyer? Which painting does he want? Zhang Yi grabbed Niu Jie's hair with his left hand, and asked Sen Ran.

Bai Ling was frightened by Zhang Yiwei's violent behavior.

Niu Jie's blood flowed down the ground to her feet, her body trembled, and she subconsciously took half a step back. "Team Zhang, you can't ...... like this"

"Remember, time waits for no one, and nothing can be delayed."

Zhang Yiwei just used this mantra to tell Bai Ling calmly.

Niu Jie was frightened by Zhang Yiwei, and he finally honestly confessed that there were indeed people in the black market who contacted him and wanted him to help steal the painting. There were seven or eight stolen paintings, and Zhang Yiwei saw through the trick at a glance and locked on the target that the mysterious buyer really wanted——...

"'The Missing Woman' is an anonymous modern imitation of Pierre-Auguste Renoir." He frowned.

Bai Ling didn't want to talk to Zhang Yiwei at this time.

But she couldn't help but ask, "How did you find out?" ”

"The paintings that Niu Jie wants to steal are regarded as independent areas, according to the division of the area and the optimal path, no matter which route it is, it will definitely pass through the location where the painting is located, it is the intersection of all routes. It can be seen how eager the mystery buyer was to get his hands on the painting......"

Zhang Yiwei got the contact information of the mysterious buyer, and then used the data transfer memory he carried with him to copy the data of Niu Jie's USB flash drive, and then threw the USB flash drive back to Niu Jie.

He let go of Niu Jie and said, "When I go back to work, I said that I fell down, and you will do whatever the buyer asks you to do, don't startle the snake." If you are honest and obedient, the loan shark company will not come to harass you in the future. I'm Zhang Yiwei, you can get in touch with the black market, you should have heard of me. ”

Niu Jie's pupils contracted, he was shocked and frightened, and stammered: "Zhang, Captain Zhang!" If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have run away, and I would have been caught by you anyway if I ran to the ends of the earth...... I believe in you! ”

Zhang Yiwei threw him a roll of money, about more than 2,000 yuan, saying that it was medical expenses.

Niu Jie hesitantly picked up the money, nodded solemnly to Zhang Yiwei, and then limped away.

this day.

Bai Ling reacquainted herself with Zhang Yiwei, the most prestigious ...... of the Demon Capital Folklore Bureau Former investigator.

Zhang Yiwei turned around.

"Let's go."

"Where to go? Looking for a mystery buyer? Bai Ling was puzzled.

Zhang Yiwei glanced at Bai Ling deeply and said, "Go to the hospital." ”

……

Before the hospital bed.

Bai Ling looked at the little boy who was crying in front of his mother's bed, and she was at a loss.

The woman who was pushed down by Niu Jie was a single mother, her son was just 5 years old and still in kindergarten. The woman has to work two jobs a day, and she has to work a part-time job as a flyer handout, so that she can barely survive in the magic capital with her son.

"It's not your fault." Zhang Yiwei patted Bai Ling's shoulder.

"Mom, mom, what's wrong with you, please wake up, I'm so scared......"

The cry in her ears was like a sharp knife, piercing Bai Ling's embarrassing self-esteem.

Bai Ling's eyes were red, and she was silent for a long time.

She suddenly looked up at Zhang Yiwei, and said in a hoarse voice: "Captain Zhang, you are right. Time waits for no one, and nothing can be delayed...... If I had been decisive, even for half a second, things would not have been so bad. Those gangsters who want to cause chaos in Asia Fashion Week, I must catch them in advance and when there is still room for redemption! ”

Zhang Yi applauded.

"A wonderful practical lesson, a good student with understanding. Do you have a payroll card? ”

"I just paid her 50,000 yuan in advance for medical expenses, and the doctor has my contact information, if the money is not enough, please contact me at any time......"

"It's not this, we need funds for our actions, you are a local of the magic capital, and your parents are doing a big deal, I really don't know why you, a rich child, do such a dangerous business. Don't talk about this, you definitely don't lack money to spend, borrow the master's point to handle the case. ”…

Zhang Yi smiled strangely and made a gesture to count the money.

Bai Ling was stunned, she found that she couldn't see through Zhang Yiwei at all. He seems to have countless faces, and he doesn't know which one is the real him.

But Bai Ling understood......

No matter which face it is, Zhang Yiwei's hatred for weirdness, folklore events, and criminal syndicates will never change. He is the silent guardian of the city, even if he has been marginalized by the Folklore Bureau, labeled as a dangerous person, and shunned by his former colleagues.

"Let's go, since we have locked down the painting, let's not contact the buyer first, but investigate the purpose of this painting, the time, and the significance of the painting to Asia Fashion Week."

Zhang Yi is crushing cigarette butts.

"By the time we get to the seventh day, something really bad is going to happen. And the mission of our investigators is to investigate, witness and protect! ”

His tone was casual, but Bai Ling could feel the unusually resolute heart in his broken body.

"Got it......"

Bai Ling paused for a moment, lowered her head, and smiled lightly.

"Master."

……

"Master goes to Kyushu International Hotel."

Qiu Yunying bent down and rubbed her sore ankles and said to the ride-hailing driver.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed with alcohol, so she didn't drive herself. For this fashion week, she has been busy for a long time. Many people in the industry know that Qiu Group is the core exhibitor of Asian Fashion Week on the surface, but in fact, it is also one of the organizers secretly, and has great energy to influence Fashion Week.

Locals, Chinese, and Chinese people in the magic capital, as well as those foreigners with high noses and deep eyes, are the top people in the field with prominent status outside, but they ask to come to Qiu Yunying to get a better exhibition venue and time, so as to get a higher rate in front of those international institutions.

Qiu Yunying finally got through another party drinking party, and she muttered: "Cut, I'm not Qiu Banshan." That old guy, who is bent on being popular, doesn't care about his precious daughter! ”

Regarding her father's "raising Gu" style of selecting a successor, she has no complaints in her heart, which is fake.

Although she hates the group of returnees, she has to admit that these social elites who graduated from top business schools and art schools and are still gilding back from major institutions do have two brushes. Whether it is the design team they lead or the trendy fashion exhibitors, they have won a lot of reputation for the traditional art of China in the international scope.

Even, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the first day of today's fashion week, and some of the heroes who won the first "big show medal" in the mouths of Koreans and Dongying people in China.

This caused Qiu Yunying's reputation within the group to decline, and the reputation of the returnees has been greatly improved.

She glanced at her phone.

With the end of the first day of the exhibition, the stock prices of all companies and enterprises that appear today have directly rushed to a soaring curve. There are countless models who have become famous through this fight, and Qiu Yunying alone recognizes them, at least 20 or so people have soared into the sky and become the new darlings of the fashion circle.

Cooperation, endorsements, and invitations followed, not only doubling in value, but also setting off a wave of fans on the Internet, ranking among the top of the hot search list on social platforms such as scarf, and the bright star journey is clearly waiting for them. …

The discussion about Asian Fashion Week is also rising rapidly on the Internet.

At the opening ceremony, the hot search was still ranked outside the dozens, after all, the fashion circle is a little niche, and many people are not clear about the convening of this event.

But the glamorous figures, the brilliant jewelry, and the luxurious and expensive clothes, under the grand occasion of domestic, Goryeo and Dongying, and the international fashion is not to be outdone, they quickly broke the circle and entered the public eye.

After all, people are still visual creatures, and they naturally like beautiful and expensive things.

The seventh, nineteenth and twenty-sixth places on the hot search list are "Asian Fashion Week", "We Win" and "First Big Show Medal" respectively.

Qiu Yunying saw that the hot search explained it like this.

"Asia Fashion Week runs for seven days, with a total of seven show medals awarded to the winners selected by the professional and audience jury for each day...... On the last day, whoever gets the most show badges will be the honorary winner of this Asian Fashion Week......"

She pursed her lips.

"Honor winner? The honor of fart, the three East Asian countries are about to fight for this head. That is, on the first day, many of the means have not yet had time to be used. If we wait until the last day of the seventh day, our old man will appear with the United States, then it will be the real pinnacle of the exhibition! Tear up the war! ”

Qiu Yunying is well aware of the surging undercurrents of fashion week, but she will not participate in it, the so-called national honor and cultural hegemony are too distant and too grand for her small group manager.

She pressed her phone hard and gritted her teeth.

"Where did Wei Kun die?"

Shi Haocong also urged, saying that the people of Oriental Star Jewelry were in a hurry, why hadn't the good artist Aji been in place yet...... It's not going to be a silver party with him, is it?! ”

Dial Wei Kun's phone.

Busy.

Qiu Yunying was so angry that she picked off her clothes, she secretly scolded a few times, heard the driver say that Kyushu International Hotel had arrived, took a deep breath, rearranged her makeup, and walked down.

She was about to go to see Professor Chen of the Design Institute of Fusheng University, and planned to invite him to be the guest of her team on the fourth day, also to increase the chances of victory in the later seizure of power by the Qiu Group......

At this time, a man stopped Qiu Yunying, and he said in a deep voice.

"Professor Chen's situation is very dangerous, if I were you, I wouldn't go to him to talk about painting......"

"Neurotic? What to draw and not to paint! ”

Qiu Yunying got rid of the one-armed man and walked to the hotel lobby.

Behind.

Zhang Yiwei lowered his hat, quietly looked at Qiu Yunying's departing back, and muttered: "Look at the micro-expression, the mysterious buyer is not her." There will be new missing people in the past today......"

Qiu Yunying didn't put the one-armed man's crazy words at ease.

Under the guidance of the waiter, she took the passenger elevator to the 19th floor and met Professor Chen, who had made an appointment.

Professor Chan is wearing a childlike face and an old-fashioned gown, full of energy, like an old volcano ready to burst out at any moment.

"A-Ying, is your father okay lately? How's his mysterious masterpiece preparing? Professor Chen rubbed his hands, like an old naughty boy, his face was full of anticipation, and he couldn't wait to ask.

Qiu Yunying pursed her lips and smiled mysteriously.

"A work of heaven and man."

These words made Professor Chen even more curious, and he suddenly realized that as an elder, he seemed to have lost his identity, so he smiled and sat down to make tea.

As soon as Qiu Yunying sat down, she saw that the room was full of Professor Chen's paintings.

He is known for his landscape paintings, good at strange stones, strange cypresses, is the leader of the previous generation of Chinese style painting, and is also a top master who is well versed in clothing design, with countless disciples and a high international reputation. He is one of Qiu Banshan's old friends, and his status is not as good as that of Mr. Qiu Banshan, and he is also a fairy-level figure in the minds of many students.

Looking at it, Qiu Yunying was suddenly stunned, in the thick and colorful, unified style of the national style painting, she just saw a Western oil painting with an extremely abrupt style.

The painting shows a deep red rice field, and a waterwheel looms in the distance.

"Is this the work of your students?"

Qiu Yunying couldn't help but ask out loud.

Professor Chen turned around and was stunned when he saw the oil painting, and said, "No, where did this painting come from!" Looking at the pen, it is a bit like Renoir, and it has a bit of Li Xiuwen's flavor...... Not quite like domestic style. Is it a painting that the hotel bought to decorate? ”

Qiu Yunying suddenly realized and nodded, she was about to talk about the invitation to Fashion Week, when she suddenly saw a black shadow flashing at the end of the rice field of the oil painting.

"It's me, did you read it wrong?"

She frowned.