There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

"Where else can it be without exhibiting outside? This art gallery makes a living by exhibiting and selling paintings. If the man in black likes it, he won't exhibit outside—how did he see it?"

Helian Quan was silent.

"Maybe he was the person involved back then, or maybe he had some unclear relationship with the painter who was imprisoned here back then."

It hasn't been long since Professor Shen told the story. Police Officer Sun is very puzzled, and wants to ask Helian Quan why he is so sure that this painting that will satisfy the man in black must have something to do with that person.

He Lianquan didn't bother to explain so much to Police Officer Sun, he just pointed to the paintings along the way.

"The paintings displayed in this art gallery are of different levels, but only one hand can be called excellent. I don't think that if the Heiyi man likes it, it will be a vulgar painting by another artist. "

Not to mention that He Lianquan still had a vague guess in his heart.

The wandering painter who broke his legs more than ten or twenty years ago, this keyword makes He Lianquan unable not to think of a person who he once thought of looking for.

So he entered the art museum not only to find works that the man in black liked, but also to make an explanation for himself.

Police Officer Sun didn't understand what He Lianquan was thinking, but since the man in black had appointed He Lianquan to complete this mission, Officer Sun, who had no clue at all, could only let him play by himself.

He Lianquan looked at the unsent text message in his hand, and suddenly put the phone back into his coat pocket.

"Look around, where in this art gallery can you lead to offices or other places, or the basement."

He Lianquan suddenly gave the order to Officer Sun, his tone was not at all unnatural, and the officer Sun who received the order also saluted He Lianquan subconsciously, and replied verbally that he received it.

There was nothing unusual about the expression on He Lianquan's face, but Police Officer Sun was not so normal. After saluting subconsciously, he felt ashamed and withdrew his hand a little embarrassed.

"Hurry up and look for it, and contact me at any time."

And Professor Shen who was following behind was hiding in a corner, seeing this scene clearly, a real smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, but standing in this art gallery, his eyes gradually became sharper .

"I really don't know what secrets are buried in this art gallery, but if what Professor Shen said really happened before, then this art gallery is really dirty."

Officer Sun and He Lianquan waited in place, complaining to He Lianquan casually, while Shan Helianquan was thinking about something quietly, and then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Officer Sun glanced at the phone number curiously, but found that He Lianquan dialed number by number according to the phone number left on the wall to buy pictures.

Could it be that this is a rich man?I just came to this art gallery to play a game...

Officer Sun listened to He Lianquan tell the other party in a calm tone after the call was connected that he would buy more than half of the art museum.

"As long as the paintings of the crippled artist back then, yes, despite the asking price... But I want all the works of that artist, you'd better ask your husband if there are any missing paintings that have not been shown."

"what!"

He Lianquan's tone was suddenly sharp, and then his surprised eyes swept towards Police Officer Sun.

Police officer Sun still didn't understand what happened, He Lianquan's tone became even more cautious, and he asked eagerly on the phone.

"When exactly did your husband start showing these symptoms? Who did he see before this?"

He Lianquan was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and even Police Officer Sun could clearly hear the crying that erupted from the other end of the phone.

With a cold face, He Lianquan mouthed two words to Police Officer Sun.

virus.

Police Officer Sun trembled all over his body as if struck by lightning. The small things from the beginning to the present were linked together by this news, and then pieced together into a somewhat horrifying idea.

Could it be that the man in black is seeking revenge for the lame painter?

As soon as this idea appeared in Police Officer Sun's mind, it was rejected subconsciously—that black-clothed man is cruel, and he can be so cruel to innocent workers on the construction site. God knows that Officer Sun is watching those workers lying on the ground How much I hate it when I keep crying out in pain on the hospital bed.

Because of the influence of radioactive substances, the internal organs of those workers have decayed very quickly, and their limbs have also decayed to varying degrees. Although they are still alive and panting, they can only watch these changes in their bodies. .

Police Officer Sun has hated the man in black so much since then, how could he admit to thinking that he looks like a good person in his heart.

"Since these symptoms have already appeared, why don't you go to the hospital? No money? Can you maintain the operation of the art museum without money?"

He Lianquan frowned, impatiently asking for something from the woman on the phone, but his eyes gradually became darker.

"You mean you don't know when the operation of this art museum has been contracted out? But the person in charge of paying the money is mysterious and never shows up?"

The guess in He Lianquan's mind was finally fully confirmed. Today's arrangement to this art gallery was entirely an act of revenge by the man in black, but why did he choose this place? everything.

He Lianquan could only think of the possibility that made him dare not think about it.

"Officer Sun, the former owner of this museum is also affected by radioactive substances and is currently receiving treatment in a small clinic. Please send a car to pick him up. I will bear all the treatment expenses for this owner."

He Lianquan's tone was very low, and Officer Sun made arrangements immediately after hearing this, and took him to the hospital at the address He Lianquan gave.

But He Lianquan took the lead, walked forward and turned a corner, then groped on the wall and opened a secret door.

"Fortunately, the door can still be opened after so many years. When the boss' wife told me about the existence of this secret door, she was still a little worried."

He Lianquan casually explained to Police Officer Sun that the boss' wife told him the location of the last painting during the phone call just now.

"But the painting was not finished, at least that's what the crippled man said, but according to what we saw, the painting was already finished, so that's why we were angry at that time... He was not given food..."

He Lianquan didn't want to remember the next words, so he just went down a few more steps, frowning against the smell of dust under the faint light of the mobile phone flashlight.

Professor Shen followed behind the group without anyone noticing, without being noticed by anyone at all, but he didn't follow up.

He patted the non-existent dust on his clothes, looked down at the dark secret door, then turned and proudly returned to the car.

The little policeman in the back seat of the car was still sleeping soundly. Professor Shen was in a bad mood, so he didn't have the slightest thought of sympathizing with her. The only way to sympathize with her was to treat this beautiful girl. I can't afford any sympathy from Professor Shen.

So he quickly turned on the car's air conditioner, turned it down, and then turned it off when the sleeping policeman in the back seat let out a whimper from his throat.

The car window was opened before the little police officer opened his eyes, so when he was fully awake, he saw Professor Shen looking out the window.

"Why did I suddenly fall asleep?"

The little police officer didn't know what happened until now, so he didn't care about the reason why he woke up. He gathered the messy collar he slept on, and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I don't know either. After a short sleep, I woke up and saw that you were sleeping soundly."

Professor Shen turned his head and looked at him with a gentle tone.

"Don't worry, during the time you fell asleep, I saw that there was no suspicious person outside."

The little police officer originally planned to protect Professor Shen, but he didn't expect Professor Shen to do his job instead, so he was extremely embarrassed.

Professor Shen smiled indifferently, then winked at him.

"Since you wake up, I'm relieved. I'll go to the bathroom."

The little police officer stared blankly at the smile on Professor Shen's face, and only realized it when he got out of the car and walked away.

"Why was the smile on Professor Shen's face so strange just now, as if he was holding his breath?"

Professor Shen is indeed not in a good mood. Although he thinks that he has cultivated a heart of stone, it is still difficult to tear open the wounds of the year in front of others.

Not to mention that those things back then were the eternal hatred in his heart. If it wasn't for He Lianquan to know how unforgivable the things the Zheng family did back then, he would not have given such a dirty person a chance Something that came across Shen Chuixing.

Shen Cuixing - the lover of Helian Quan's mother when she was young, but because the old man insisted on letting Helian Quan's mother marry into the Helian family in Sicily, he had no choice but to part ways.

In the basement, He Lianquan looked at the painting that had been finished by the boss's wife, and finally confirmed the idea in his heart.

This lame painter is indeed Shen Chuixing, the lover that Mr. Zheng used to threaten his mother back then.

Like the ones outside, there is still no official signature on this painting, but Helian Quan looks very familiar with this painting.

Because this painting is about the place where his mother lived, it must be that Shen Cuixing often got along with his mother here when he was a tutor.

But in comparison, there are many differences. For example, He Lianquan has never seen the unfinished swing frame under the small building in the painting.

Also, in the window on the first floor, there is only an easel drawn through the window, but the person who should be sitting there and writing is nowhere to be seen.

The fiery red sky in the painting is like being poured on the head and face with blood, with a particularly sad color, but when it comes to the main small building, the color is very warm, as if the person who painted this painting is exhausting his whole body She carefully guarded the last bit of warmth with all her strength.

He Lianquan seemed to understand why this painting was said by Shen Cuixing as an unfinished work. In fact, this painting has reached a certain level in aesthetics, but every stroke in it revealed his sadness and unwillingness.

When he said that the painting was not completely finished, he did not mean this painting.

It's that the love between him and his mother that was separated back then has not yet come to a satisfactory result.

He firmly believes that death is better than freedom, so even after his mother was married off, the Zheng family did not treat him very harshly, and even prepared to praise him as a first-class painter in order to compensate.

But he still ran, and paid the price of breaking his legs, just so that his mother could no longer be threatened and have freedom.

Such a person... such a person.

He Lianquan was suddenly a little thankful that today's game with the man in black allowed him to see the shocking side of the person who left back then.

Just then, the phone in his pocket rang quietly.

"You must have found that painting. As a reward, I can allow you to name that painting."

Officer Sun was puzzled by the weird attitude of the man in black. He asked suspiciously, "This painting was not drawn by the man in black. Why did he allow you to name it?"

But He Lianquan didn't pay attention to it, but after thinking for two seconds, he solemnly typed four words.

"Forever lost my love."