Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

There are fifteen people on the other side on this ship, including the driver of the ship and the secretary who is not good at fighting at first glance. It is not too difficult to solve them.

"Mr. Bo, there's no need to be so guarded against me," Jiang Wuye's voice came from the door.

Several people turned their heads to look.

He was wearing a cotton and linen Tang suit, with the secretary following behind him. At first glance, he looked unthreatening, "I want to live, so I came to you to discuss terms. I hope you won't pester me like a dog that smells fishy smell." Hold me."

He sat down and said, "Although my hands have been stained with blood, they have not been stained with life. Although there are some irregularities in the mall, they are within the regulations, so I am not afraid of investigation..."

The loose expression on his face suddenly tightened, his eyebrows were cold, and he changed his voice and said, "Second brother, where are the paintings I asked you to bring?"

Bo Jingzhou frowned: "Why are you on the boat?"

Before boarding the ship, Mr. Jiang's people had clearly searched and scanned the faces of everyone on the ship. Now he suddenly appears. If there is not a traitor or there is a hidden place on the ship, there may be more than fifteen people. Personal.

"Isn't it easy to hide a person on such a big ship?" He asked again impatiently: "Where is the painting?"

There was a hint of impatience in his words.

Mr. Jiang: "What did you mean when you asked the secretary to take the lead? What do you mean she chased her by herself? If you don't answer, I won't draw it for you."

"How do I know if I said you would draw for me?" He looked at him: "I'm afraid you don't have any at all."

He asked Su Minghui to take that painting to Shen Anqiao for repairs, but that woman was indifferent and refused to accept it no matter what. However, her husband was a breakthrough, and she used some magic tricks to promise him a large sum of money. , give a sweet date a slap in the face, and he is immediately treated and submissive.

As soon as Shen Anqiao died, he sent people to look for the painting, but they searched the entire Shen family villa and couldn't find it.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Jiang Chengwen couldn't sit still: "We each take a step back. You let your people hang the painting there. I will verify the authenticity and then tell you what you want to know."

Mr. Jiang gave the painting to the bodyguard and asked him to hang it on the hook above the window opposite.

Shen Wanci finally saw this mysterious painting that was closely related to her mother's death. It had been soaked in water and only half repaired. It was nothing special at all. It was just an ordinary landscape painting, and it was not painted by a famous artist. , look at the ink color, it cannot be more than thirty years old.

"You can't find it because she put the painting in another place in advance," Mr. Jiang's breath was a little unsteady, "Now tell me why."

Shen Anqiao refused to take the job because he had shown her the paintings painted by the old lady at home before, so she recognized them as the old lady's paintings. She refused to take the job because she didn't want to get involved with him anymore, let alone Jiang. He was fighting for his family, but after sensing the danger, she immediately put the painting in the mountainside villa. She didn't know what the specific purpose of the painting was, but she hoped it could help him.

When Shen Wanci heard this, her first reaction was the Mid-Levels Villa.

Jiang Chengwen obviously also knew about that place, but he only found out about it in the past two years. He sneered: "She is really deeply in love with you. I didn't let anyone kill her. I just found someone and let him wear it." The suit was hanging around on her way to get off work, and when she saw it, she asked him to pretend to be knocked unconscious by the driver who caused the accident and drag him to the car."

"For this kind of thing, all we have to do is call the police, but she insists on chasing after him and trying to stop him on her own. Do you think she is stupid?"

Jiang Chengwen completely ignored Mr. Jiang's dark expression and continued: "In those years, drunk driving was not strictly enforced. The driver loved to drink. He happened to attend a wedding banquet that day. After being persuaded by someone, he got drunk. Two When the car hit..."

He clicked his tongue twice and described the scene with excitement: "The car fell apart, parts were flying around, and blood seeped out along the deformed door. That scene was so miserable."

"But the law can't help me. I didn't let anyone kill her. I was just bored and asked someone to act out a scene. Who knew that the woman went crazy and crashed into the truck without her life."

"You bastard," Shen Wanci really wanted to kill him at this moment. She would kill him directly regardless of whether there was any evidence.

She had brought the dagger that Lu Feng had given her yesterday, and it was in her bag. As soon as she reached out to touch it, she heard Jiang Wuye say: "There are silent surveillance cameras everywhere in this cabin, and they will automatically be transmitted to Yunxuan, send it to the police station. If I die, you will stay in jail for the rest of your life."

Too arrogant.

He felt that there was nothing they could do to him, so he dared to provoke them so unscrupulously.

The string in Shen Wanci's mind seemed to have been plucked hard by a big hand. A "clang" sound made her mind go blank. She held the handle of the knife and had only one thought in her mind: She wanted to make this mouth Close forever.

"Wan Ci..." Bo Jingzhou quickly grabbed her and trapped her in his arms: "Don't be impulsive. It's not worth sacrificing your life for this kind of person. Let's send him to the police station first. Huo Tingdong will definitely find a breakthrough. Even if You can’t, and don’t leave any excuses to others.”

The meaning of these words is already obvious.

Jiang Chengwen didn't care at all. Anyway, he would go abroad after today. No matter how long Bo Jingzhou's hands were, could he still reach abroad?

He looked at Mr. Jiang, whose face was pale and his teeth were clenched, "Second brother, I loved you the most when I was alive. They say that the emperor loves the eldest son, and the people love the youngest son. You are neither the eldest son nor the youngest son, so why should you be the most worthy? The old man's favorite? He gave you the company, he also gave you the housekeeper's rights, and finally he wanted to give you the painting. Could it be that he picked up the remaining nine of us? "

Mr. Jiang's voice was hoarse, and he was so angry that he was extremely angry: "What's the secret of that painting?"

(See you tomorrow)