"I'm sorry for you, Mr. Yuan!" the butler looked at him and said tepidly.

Yuan Fangzhi took the notebook, pushed the small truck, walked out of Dong's mansion, put the trolley and the box in the trunk, closed the lid, opened the door, put the notebook on the passenger seat, started the car, and drove towards his home.

All the way to the home.

Yuan Fangzhi injected mana into a piece of scrap paper, it flew out, pasted on the large array of the courtyard, rippled like mist and spread out to both sides, revealing a passage, the vermilion door slowly opened, and Yuan Fangzhi drove the car back home.

With a gesture of his hand, the scrap of paper flew back into the fish and shell sac, closed with ripples, and the gate closed automatically.

He took the box and the trolley out of the trunk, closed the lid, put the box on the trolley, and when he got to the door, he opened the door, took out his notebook, and pushed the trolley towards the house.

Jin Shuya heard the sound from time to time in the yard, and thought that it should be her husband who came back, walked out of the house, looked at him pushing a small cart with a box in the car, and secretly thought in her heart: "Is my husband going to move the weapons in the arsenal?"

When she helped push the cart into the house with her bare feet and opened the box, she was stunned for a minute.

Yuan Fangzhi actually brought back a whole box of photos, shoes and clothes, and without looking carefully at the woman in the photo, he could find that she was Miss Qianjin. And those clothes are not made of ordinary materials, they are luxurious and exquisite clothes, home clothes, evening dresses...... There are all kinds of clothes for all occasions, and they are definitely the clothes of a famous young woman.

Does he not like himself anymore?

Did he have an affair?

Who is that famous young woman?

Hmph! Surely no more than thirty years old!

Ah, it's the age of flowers! Is it a hundred times stronger than a broken flower like yourself?

It can't be!

She is a foundation period monk, how can she be as beautiful as a mortal woman!

"Who is she? What about your junior? What about her? I want to teach her how to behave?!" Jin Shuya tried her best to restrain herself, with a straight face, and looked at him with some gritted teeth, why did her husband have an affair unexpectedly?

"She is a missing person, the second daughter of the division commander Dong Penghua, she has been missing for a while, she is really not my junior, but the object I want to investigate and find! These photos and clothes are clues to find her whereabouts, and they are provided by the division commander's mansion.

Do you remember that newspaper? There was a missing person notice on it, the missing person was the owner of these things, I was working, I wasn't having an affair! Really, I swear to my conscience, I love you alone!"

Yuan Fangzhi took out the newspaper, pointed to the missing person notice, looked at her sincerely, and spoke very quickly and tried his best to justify.

At the end, he added, "The floor is cold, wife, come, I'll put on shoes for you." As he spoke, he took out a pair of shoes from the box, compared them to the right size, and put them on for her.

"This ...... Didn't you say that this might be their contact information? How could someone really be missing? The missing person is still the second daughter of the division commander, a famous young woman, and a young lady!" Jin Shuya looked at the newspaper with a little weakness while rummaging through the box, hoping to find something?

She couldn't tell what she was looking for, she just flipped through photos, shoes, and clothes.

"I ...... I'm just speculating on the possibility, who would have thought that it was actually a division commander's mansion, and that his second daughter happened to be missing?

However, I carefully recalled the history, the case of the box corpse in the Republic of China is very similar to this missing person case, the two victims are surnamed Dong, their fathers are both division commanders, and their husbands are surnamed Li!" Yuan Fangzhi narrowed his eyes, thought about what he saw and heard, and analyzed it.

"Are there two famous young women missing? Why didn't I find the missing person notice of the other one?" Jin Shuya turned the newspaper over and over again, and it was about to be turned over, but she didn't stop.

"I don't know if there is another famous young woman missing?" Yuan Fangzhi touched her nose, closed the box, picked up the notebook, and walked to the study, ready to paint.

"Husband, let me take a look at the notebook in your hand!" Jin Shuya stretched out her palm, pulled his coat, and followed closely behind him, looking unrelenting.

"Wife, don't mess it up, I still have to use this notebook!" Yuan Fangzhi handed her the notebook, and after she took it, she sat on the Taishi chair and carefully browsed it.

Yuan Fangzhi spread out the rice paper, grinded it for a while, and injected mana into the mouth of the dragon ruler, its mouth gradually softened, like a wolf and a sheep's hair, gathered into a pen, and the dragon body was held by Yuan Fangzhi in his hand.

While pinching the mantra and reciting the mantra, he dipped the dragon's head in ink, but saw that the dragon's belly kept surging, and four round balls and some small breath balls swam out like swimming fish, and the dragon's mouth spit out round balls like bubbling.

As soon as the ball and the ink come into contact, they turn into vivid figures, which fall on the rice paper, and the people in the painting of different colors gradually take shape.

Some carry roast chicken, flower tea, and have very large heads; some have rat-eyed eyes, shining eyes, and have a wire in their hands; some have thicker eyebrows, thicker lips, larger noses, and carry a Tai Chi sword in their hands; and some are as tall and burly as Yao Ming, with a round of discs behind their backs.

And many more, and so on.

But all of them in the painting have no faces, to be precise, their faces are almost blank.

Although the characters in those paintings are more or less devoid of facial features such as eyes, noses, mouths, eyebrows, ears, etc., those who appreciate the paintings can still understand the mood, emotions, mental activities, and facial expressions of the people in the paintings from their demeanor and demeanor.

Rabindranath Tagore, the first Nobel laureate in literature in Asia and a great Indian poet, once praised this shameless painting method:

With a few strokes, write the personality of the character. Without eyes on his face, we can see what he is looking at, and without ears, we can see what he is hearing.

"Babble, this man has no face!"

"Hey, this group of people has no face!"

"Hehehe, this person only has a mouth, no eyes, nose, eyebrows, beard, ears!"

"Wow, a few of this man's fingers are stuck together!"

"I can't even appreciate the appearance, it's so pitiful!"

"The more you look at it, the more interesting it gets!"

"Baby-tanning master!"

Yuan Datou and Jin Shuya admired the paintings unhurriedly, and the jokes sounded one after another, and suddenly the study became happy and full of New Year's flavor.

"This is my first time painting, and the level can reach the level of Feng Lao, it's incredible, it's amazing! The dragon ruler is a painting artifact!" Yuan Fangzhi rubbed his five fingers, and a molten fireball appeared out of thin air, he threw it casually, threw it out of the study, and suddenly crackled firecrackers.