However, nothing was found.

Looking back, I saw that Chen Wanjie's eyes had been attracted by the bloody skull. She froze there and watched silently, but a line of tears was like the blood that was flowing, and it had slowly flowed through her face from top to bottom.

"Silly girl, you're scared to cry like this?" I asked.

Chen Wanjie raised her right hand, pointed to the skull, and said a few words: "Skeleton Fantasy Drama." ”

Following her fingertips, I looked back and realized that this skull was really a bit like the skeleton man in the skeleton fantasy picture, full of weirdness and gloomy, and there was an indescribable sense of resistance.

But the painting is so bright that it is easy to attract people's spirits.

"Alright, don't look at it." I covered Chen Wanjie's eyes and led her to the sofa outside.

Seeing that she was so frightened that she was about to lose her soul, I said to her, "I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

She sat on the couch, pumping constantly. With each pump, her body would tremble involuntarily.

"Don't be afraid." I whispered comfortingly.

Chen Wanjie nodded, but the tears were still flowing. And at this time, her eyes were still looking at the bedroom with wariness.

Actually, I'm afraid it's useful? If I had, I would be able to show my heart at this time: more afraid than she is.

I thought the kettle was on the table against the wall, so I walked over and plugged it in, intending to boil the water.

But just when I turned around, Chen Wanjie was gone.

"What about people?" I muttered to myself, and then I felt something was wrong, so I walked over quickly.

I thought there was something wrong with the sofa, so I flipped over the sofa and tried to turn it upside down, but I couldn't find anything.

"Chen Wanjie." I shouted her name.

In this empty living room, there is only my own voice. I thought to myself, such a big living person, can't just disappear like this, right? Maybe it's just somewhere.

She had just been staring at the bedroom again, so I walked in and pushed the door open.

However, at this moment, I noticed a very strange thing: the skull that was originally painted on the wall disappeared.

Suddenly, I felt as cold as if I had fallen into an ice cellar. Is there really a ghost in this world? But how to explain that toothpick?

I came to this wall in disbelief, but I couldn't find the slightest trace.

After thinking about it secretly, I knew that it was more important to find Chen Wanjie at this time, so I gave up thinking about this matter, turned my head, and ran back towards the living room.

But I searched all over here, but I couldn't find Chen Wanjie.

"Where the hell are the people?" I only had that sentence in my head, and the whole house made me feel like the world was spinning.

I hurried down the stairs.

Who knew that as soon as I went downstairs, the soles of my feet slipped a little, and I fell hard. My body hit the stairs, but luckily I didn't hit the back of my head, but there was already a hot feeling in my elbow, mixed with a slight coldness.

I raised my hand and when I looked, I saw that it was really bleeding.

"Are you alright?" Suddenly there was a voice in front of me.

I immediately looked up and saw a man about 1.75 meters tall, wearing a gray trench coat, standing in front of me. Could this guy be a murderer? You want to take advantage of this time to kill me.

In an instant, a piece of sweat trickled down my head and onto my eyelashes. I breathed tremblingly, but I couldn't take this breath.

"You're afraid of me?" He smiled casually.

I finally spoke up and asked, "Who are you?" ”

He came over and took something out of his pocket of his shirt as he went, and showed it to me. It's a picture with it, and it's pretty well preserved. The two people in the photo, Ye Huancheng on the left, and him on the right.

When I was about to take it over and take a closer look, he took it back and explained to me, "I'm a friend of Huancheng, a detective, and I've been staying in Japan and just came back." ”

Is it such a coincidence? Ye Huancheng just had an accident here, and he came back?

Actually, I don't believe him, and I feel that the murderer may be him. But when he reached out to drag me up, I didn't refuse.

His eyes always seem to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance. He asked me, "Are you doubting me?" ”

"Where did you see that?"

"The human eye speaks, don't you know?" He smiled indifferently, then turned his head away and looked around.

In fact, looking at his appearance, it really looks like he is here to investigate the case, and this appearance is a bit like Sherlock Holmes.

Just as I was looking at him, he suddenly turned his head and introduced himself, "What's your name?" My name is Gong Ruiming. ”

This name is very familiar, and it seems to be a well-known detective. Only then did I introduce myself: "He Yang, I am Huan Cheng's good friend, and I can be regarded as a detective." ”

He said, "That's a peer?" Ha, I really can't see it. With that, he walked forward, carefully watching for clues as he went.

Perhaps knowing that I was curious, he told me what I wanted to know: "Actually, I've been back for two days. Just a week ago, Huan Cheng suddenly found me through the Internet software, he said that he was investigating a case recently, but he felt very strange, from the moment he received a painting, he felt uncomfortable, and always felt that there was a second person in this room. I haven't been able to contact him for the past few days, and I'm not sure about it, so I'll come back and have a look. ”

Ye Huancheng has been single for so many years, so this thing is really incredible. And judging from the current situation, Ye Huancheng's intuition at that time was not wrong at all.

Just as I was analyzing, Gong Ruiming suddenly stopped, turned his head, and asked me, "Do you know that painting?" ”

I thought that he was the only one who could work together to solve the case now, so I nodded lightly and affirmed: "I know, that painting is called 'Skeleton Fantasy Drama', and the original work is from the court painter Li Song in the Southern Song Dynasty." However, the real thing should be in the Forbidden City Museum now. So what the murderer used was a high-quality fake. ”

After Gong Ruiming heard what I said, he was stunned for a while, and then smiled: "You know a lot." ”

"It's just a little bit, because there's a lot more I don't know. For example, you inserted the toothpick on the other side of the door? Want to make sure anyone has been? "I walked over.

He grimaced and only nodded.

I looked up at the ceiling again and said, "And the second floor, which are also your masterpieces?" There is no wind, but the curtains are fluttering; The bloody skull is disappearing in the blink of an eye. How do you do that? ”