Supernatural case investigation team

As night fell, as soon as Qiao Yan stepped into the office, he noticed a strange atmosphere that was different from the past.

Except for Jin Tianlin, everyone stood in the office with solemn expressions... no... to be precise, Qi Qi looked at Qiao Yan with a heavy face.

Qiao Yan's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

Misha said with a straight face, "Yanyan, we have a very important and crucial matter to ask you, you must swear that every word you say today is true and reliable, and you will never cheat , otherwise there will be no seasoning packet for eating instant noodles for the rest of your life."

Qiao Yan backed away silently, but the fat and mottled old Wu instantly saw through his intentions. It kicked its hind legs on the ground, and the fat danced in the air with extraordinarily gorgeous ripples, and then the trembling fat meat hit the door panel intimately. Shut the door shut.

"..." Qiao Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Holding a picture frame covered with a white cloth in both serious hands, Chu Li walked slowly step by step in front of Qiao Yan.

"Yanyan," Chu Li said in a low voice, "are you ready?"

In this atmosphere, Qiao Yan also felt a little panicked, and he swallowed heavily.

Su Ji looked at Qiao Yan's face, gently raised his hand, and slowly lifted the white cloth covering the picture frame, then slowly.

At the moment when the picture frame was completely exposed to the air, Qiao Yan closed his eyes tightly, stepped forward suddenly, and hugged the picture frame.

"My poor boss, woo woo woo, I didn't expect you to die so badly, woo woo woo woo," Qiao Yan wailed up to the sky, "I usually see you with five people and six people, and you look like I'm so powerful, no I thought of it, I never thought of it, God is jealous of talents, how could you die so easily...not so soon...nor, so early...Anyway, Boss Jin, you died so badly... When we went back together hand in hand that day, you were still alive and well. I remember you even ate the bag of spicy small snails in Xiaobai’s backpack. Why did you suddenly... suddenly... Who, so wicked, didn’t you see that I was Are you crying so sadly, why do you keep hitting me on the back?"

Qiao Yan frowned and looked back, the mournful expression froze on his face, distorted into a dull and stupid expression, "Old...old...boss? Damn! This is too amazing, although I know you're not human, but reappearing just after you die opens another door to a new world, hahahaha!"

Jin Tianlin's face was ashen when he opened the door and came in. He picked up Qiao Yan's collar and moved his face to the frame, "You bastard, let me see clearly, who is dead?" Is it? Who is dead!!! Be careful, I will poke your titanium alloy eyes!!!"

Qiao Yan's eyes widened, and it was only then that he realized that what was in the frame was not Jin Tianlin's portrait, but an...abstract painting.

"...You guys are enough, why make a painting look like the boss is dead!" Qiao Yan struggled out of Jin Tianlin's hand and shouted at the others.

"It's just that you were too excited. You rushed up and cried bitterly when you didn't even look at it. To be honest, tell me seriously what you saw in this painting?" Chu Li stared at him deeply.

Qiao Yan looked up, down, left, and right, "What is this thing? Who painted it? Is the rehabilitation center for children with cerebral palsy in the city holding any charity sale of works by children with cerebral palsy?"

"Ahem... don't care who drew it, just say who you think is drawn in this painting!" Misha said with a serious face.

"Who painted it? Well... the thing in the painting has big eyes, a paralyzed face, and polio claws... From a distance, it looks like a rogue rabbit wearing a straw hat, and from a close look, it looks like Luo Luobu who has shaved the green shoots on his head. So, who is it? Did you draw it?" Qiao Yan looked around and found that Xiaobai lowered his head, his wet eyes were blinking, and his face was full of disappointment and sadness.

"..." Qiao Yan raised his eyebrows, "You can't draw this, Xiaobai, can you?"

Xiaobai nodded slightly without raising his head, tears were about to fall from his eyes.

Qiao Yan supported his forehead and smiled, "Hahaha...that...hahaha, let me just say, this painting is so artistic, it looks like the second generation of Picasso, look at the lines, tsk Tsk tsk, look at the use of color, tsk tsk, your composition, tsk tsk, no one can surpass it! This painting should be exhibited in the art museum. It is an insult to this painting in our office , is a stain on the entire art world!!!"

Xiaobai suddenly raised his head, his tear-filled eyes became bright, with disbelief inside, "Yanyan, are you telling the truth?"

Qiao Yan gritted his teeth, "Yes, what I said is true! Didn't you swear before that if you tell a lie, you will eat instant noodles for the rest of your life without seasoning packets! My seasoning packet...that is what I said is the truth!"

The rest of the people cast contemptuous glances at him, and silently communicated with Qiao Yan in their eyes: Qiao Yan, you have no principles!

Not to be outdone, Qiao Yan stared back. I have no principles. What's the matter, I just don't like seasoning when I eat instant noodles. Come and hit me, hit me.

"Yanyan! Thank you!" Xiaobai curled his lips, "Then do you like this painting?"

"I like it! Of course I like it!" Qiao Yan was straightforward.

"The painting here is you, Yan Yan! Do you really like it?" Xiao Bai looked at him, and the invisible tail behind him was shaking again.

"I..." Qiao Yan held back the tears that were about to flow, and said to himself, the painting he praised would continue to praise while kneeling, and then he said, "I really like it!"

Xiaobai's pale face had two blushes, he hugged the painting and smiled happily, "If Yanyan likes it, then I'll draw it for you every day, okay?"

Qiao Yan was stunned for a moment by his smile, and while the others shook their heads strongly, he straightened his back and nodded firmly.

"So why is Xiaobai so stimulated?" Jin Tianlin asked Chu Li quietly.

Chu Li sighed, and looked at Xiaobai's cheerful back, "It's not the fault of the love novel. In the novel, two people must have the same hobbies to have a long-lasting relationship. Last time, Qiao Yan had a seizure after seeing the murals in the tomb." , I just said something casually, Xiaobai felt that appreciating art was Qiao Yan's cry, so he had to train himself to be a painter..."

Jin Tianlin was shocked, "Damn it, Xiaobai is using life to learn painting. Xiaobai's muscles have always been stiff. For so many years, he can't even control his facial muscles and eyeballs. Now he actually picks up a brush to paint, it's just... I see another door opening to a new world."

"Hmph, Boss, how can a person like you with abnormally thick emotional nerves flirt, love is blind..." Su Ji said quietly while holding the coffee pot.

"Everyone, we're coming to the case." Misha put down the phone in her hand and said to everyone, "And this case is quite special, the people involved in the case have complicated backgrounds, and people from other teams in the police station have buried a lot of threads. Just waiting to close the net, and now we suddenly found some tricky situations and asked for our help, so we can't investigate as the police. Xiao Qi is coming soon, and he will tell you the specific situation."

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