No. 7 Fish House

After He Fu rescued Xing Ting from Shan Zheyu, the No. [-] fish restaurant has been closed and has not opened for several days.

According to He Fu's words, he was injured and needed to recuperate, and no outsiders would come to see him.

Xing Ting honestly continued to buy vegetables and cook. After all, it was because of him that He Fu became like this. It was all his fault that he went to Lanyue Cafe to save Xue Lingsheng. He also asked He Fu to save himself.

It's just that Xing Ting never dreamed that Shan Zheyu was still alive.

In order to escape from Shan Family Hell, when he was learning the course of making explosives, he hid the explosives. When he accumulated to a certain extent, he used the method of making explosives taught by Shan Family to blow up most of the Shan Family. At that time, the Shan family was holding a banquet, and his position happened to blow up the banquet hall to pieces.Even so, Shan Zheyu is still alive!

Xing Ting really couldn't figure it out, could Shan Zheyu's transformed body be more powerful than this alien?

While cooking, Xing Ting asked He Fu who was sitting on the sofa: "Don't you ask me why I was kidnapped by that man?"

He Fu held a new copy of "Tea City Daily" in his hand, and he read it very carefully, even the little news in the gaps. "Tea City Daily" has a rule that the news that just appeared will be put in the cracks, and when the news is thoroughly excavated, the newspaper will enlarge the page for this news.It's a really weird rule.

He Fu said without raising his head, "You didn't ask me why I found you, that's fair."

Xing Ting was very helpless, he really felt strange, how did He Fu find himself tied up in that place by Shan Zheyu.

He thought for a while and said, "Thank you."

After they came back, there was no communication between them. Xing Ting always felt that he owed He Fu something, and it was only now that he wanted to say thank you.

He Fu ignored his words and continued to read the newspaper seriously.

"Famous paintings kill people?" He read softly, "On September 9, a female corpse was found in Beijiang Park. The death scene was exactly the same as the third autumn picture of the "Picture of Hell Beauty" in the Museum of Time..."

Before the words were finished, Xing Ting, who was preparing dinner, rushed out of the kitchen and asked with a spatula, "What did you just say?"

"Famous paintings kill people." He Fu still maintained the posture of reading the newspaper just now, with a faint smile on his face, "Since when did you become interested in news?"

Xing Ting shook his head and said, "It's not this sentence, it's the latter sentence."

"The Hall of Time..." He Fu repeated.

Xing Ting was very emotional, and immediately snatched the newspaper from the man's hand, and looked at the short news in the middle of the newspaper.

"It's really the Museum of Time and Time!" Xing Ting said in surprise, "Could it be that there are really monsters in the painting?"

He Fu glanced at Xing Ting suspiciously, "When did you go to the Time Museum, are your hands itchy again?"

Only He Fu knew that Xing Ting was a thief. After the face-wearing incident, he swore he would never do such a thing again. Cook and clean the house, and take care of Xiaomi by the way.

"It's nothing like that. I was just curious about those paintings, so I went to the Hell Club secretly." Although Xing Ting is a thief, he is very fond of it and likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings.A few days ago, he heard that there was a new collection in the Museum of Time and Time, so he couldn't resist going there in the dead of night.

"What monster did you just say?" He Fu asked.

Xing Ting took a newspaper and sat down on the sofa, and said: "I went to the Museum of Time that night. I just wanted to see these four paintings. I left after I finished. These paintings are oil paintings, and each one has a woman on it. The scene of death, even at night, it is quite haunting.”

"Suddenly I heard a woman crying and shouting in the Time Museum. I looked up at the painting. The four women were calling for help. I panicked, thinking I had drunk too much, and ran out of the Time Museum. .”

Just as He Fu was about to ask a question, the door of No. [-] Fish House was pushed open.

Yang Mingzhen was dressed in black, striding towards He Fu.

"Something happened."

He Fu and Xing Ting looked at him together, Yang Mingzhen's sharp eyes saw the newspaper in Xing Ting's hand at a glance.

"It seems that you have already seen the news." Yang Mingzhen actually didn't want to come here to bother He Fu, after all, He Fu's body hadn't returned to normal because of the incident at Lanyue Cafe a few days ago.

"Captain Yang, we are about to have dinner, isn't it good to discuss this now?" Xing Ting glanced at Yang Mingzhen displeased, he felt that Captain Yang had already become dependent on He Fu, and every time he encountered a case that could not be solved He will come to trouble.On second thought, didn't he do the same to He Fu?

When he was tied up in the basement by Shan Zheyu, didn't he also pray in his heart that He Fu would come back to save him, because like Yang Mingzhen, he relied on He Fu's omnipotent power, and as long as He Fu appeared, he would be equal to a god salvation.Even if this immortal is likely to eat himself at some point, he still has expectations.

Yang Mingzhen's face was a bit embarrassed, and he threatened to arrest He Fu during the first few meetings. After two incidents, he wished he could visit He Fu every day to discuss the case.

He Fu held Xiaomi in his arms, and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I happen to be interested in killing famous paintings, if Captain Yang doesn't mind, then let's talk while eating."

Now that the host has spoken, Xing Ting can't drive the guests away, so he just walked into the kitchen sullenly.

After a while, the food was set and the three of them sat down together.

Xing Ting sat on He Fu's right hand, Yang Mingzhen sat on He Fu's left hand, and Xiao Mi greedily ate small dried fish at He Fu's feet.

There were four dishes and one soup on the table, all of which were delicious in color, fragrance, and taste. It could be seen that Xing Ting put a lot of thought into taking good care of He Fu.It's just that He Fu doesn't eat very much. A bowl of porridge is enough for him. Now that Yang Mingzhen is present, he has to pretend to be a normal person, smile and pick up the chopsticks to pick up the cabbage.

Yang Mingzhen felt that the atmosphere was quite awkward. He glanced at Xing Ting who was sitting opposite him, and for some reason he always felt that this kid was targeting him tonight.A few days ago, he wanted to come to visit He Fu, but Xing Ting shut him out and said: He Fu is sick and doesn't want to see guests.

He glanced at He Fu, how could he look sick?It's almost normal, except that the skin is much whiter than normal people.

"Cough..." Yang Mingzhen pretended to cough, ready for the next discussion, "The police station received a report that there was a female corpse hanging on a maple tree in Beijiang Park. Preliminary investigation revealed that the deceased's name was Qiu Minglu and he was 20 years old. , the cause of death was profuse bleeding, and the fatal wound was on the neck."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of 'cutting the neck' with his hand, and then continued: "The whole scene at the scene looked like the autumn picture in "Picture of Beauty in Hell", so we went to the Museum of Time to find the owner Xiao false."

"Xiao hypothesized that the picture was given to him by a young man. The legend about the blood in the red paint in the picture of the beauty in hell was made up by himself in order to attract more people to look at the picture. After the hell meeting is over, anyone who comes in to view these paintings will be charged, so he also made a lot of money."

After Yang Mingzhen took a deep breath, he continued, "I had the forensic doctor examine the painting, and the red paint is indeed blood."

Xing Ting exclaimed: "Then it proves that the painter used his blood to paint after the murder?"

He Fu did not express his opinion, he is still a very loyal listener.

Yang Mingzhen took out a stack of materials from his clothes. The kraft paper bag contained developed photos, including Qiuming heron and autumn pictures. He laid out the photos one by one on the table.

Xing Ting got up and picked up a photo about autumn pictures, and compared it with the photo of Qiuming Heron, "This angle is really well chosen, and it feels like the artist drew it according to Qiuming Heron."

"You're right. We took pictures at the scene of Qiuming Heron's death. Standing on this seat, we specially took a picture with the same angle as the autumn picture." Yang Mingzhen said, "On this rock, we found pigment."

Yang Mingzhen took out another black and white photo, which was a rock in Beijiang Park. It seemed that someone had painted a few random lines on the rock with a brush.

"The artist kills people, and then paints on the spot, using human blood to achieve this realistic effect?" Xing Ting's scalp was a little numb. When he was imprisoned in the Shan Family Hell, the Shan Family wanted to cultivate the best people. , They have been asked to learn many things, including painting.

"No." He Fu said suddenly, holding a photo of Qiuming Lu and said, "The death of Qiu Ming Lu was after this painting."

Xing Ting looked at him sideways, "Why do you say that? I think Qiu Minglu might not have died when the painter was painting. Don't you see that the meaning expressed in his painting is a woman struggling? Those four pictures I have seen them all, and the women in each picture are not dead, they are still dying, and the painter must have been beside them at that time."

"The time is wrong." He Fu said, "The paint on this stone has dried, and these four pictures have been in the Hell Pavilion for several days. If you look at the picture of Qiu Minglu, her corpse is still a It looks very fresh."

Hearing He Fu's "fresh" description, Yang Mingzhen's stomach suddenly turned up. He said, "Forensic doctor Yu has already performed an autopsy on Qiuminglu. Qiuminglu died in the early morning of September 9."

Xing Ting was surprised, "Impossible. If Qiu Minglu died after the painting, then this painting would not be so real. I have a hunch that this painter must have painted this painting when he committed murder. So it is impossible for Qiuming Heron to die after the painting."

Yang Mingzhen said in a deep voice: "We can't rely on hunches when handling cases, we pay attention to evidence."

He Fu held the photo of the autumn picture and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is there a possibility that Qiuming Lu may not be the only one who died."

Hearing this, Xing Ting and Yang Mingzhen looked at He Fu with wide eyes, "He killed two people?"

He Fu pursed his lips and smiled: "I didn't say that, maybe the painter is not the only one who kills."

"Xiao Jia didn't mean that the red paint in the painting was human blood. He made up this fact to attract more people to see the painting. Because the painter of the Hell Beauty Picture is not well-known, maybe they wanted to give This painting is a hype, deliberately killing people, but I don’t know that the woman in this painting is really dead..."

Xing Ting shot back: "Impossible, it means he is not that kind of person."

"How do you know that Xiao Jia's characters are expressive?" Yang Mingzhen immediately grasped the point, "Do you know the owner of the Time Museum?"

Xing Ting showed embarrassment, he didn't want to tell Yang Mingzhen what he did before, if he found out that he was a thief, he might be sent to the police.But right now, if he doesn't say anything, he might put a question mark of a suspect in Yang Mingzhen's heart.

"I... I am Xiao Jia's master." Xing Ting said.

"Huh?" Yang Mingzhen and He Fu looked at him.

"In order to make a living, I pretended to be very knowledgeable and brought Xiao Jia into the circle of antiques. The reason why he became the owner of the Museum of Time and Time was because I suggested him to open this collection museum." Xing Ting said loudly, "I'm sure he was wronged, he had nothing to do with these paintings."

Yang Mingzhen said again: "Is there any evidence?"

"Xiao Jia is a rough person. Even after such a long time, it is impossible for his elm head to think of such a thing." Xing Ting is still sure that his apprentice will not do such a heartless thing. matter.

"That means there is no evidence." Yang Mingzhen put away all the photos on the table and kicked them into his pocket, "It seems that I still have to visit the owner of the Time Museum."

He Fu reminded: "You'd better take those four paintings back to the bureau."

Yang Mingzhen asked, "Why?"

"There are four people in the picture of the beauties in hell. If someone really wants to publicize these four pictures, he will definitely do his best to make this matter aroused. Now one person has died in Qiutu, and there are three people left." He Fu said, "This is just my hypothesis, maybe he didn't necessarily want to kill four people."

Yang Mingzhen immediately asked: "Is it possible that a different person committed the crime?"

He Fu glanced at him, shook his head, and didn't bother to say anything more.Then, clean up the rice in the bowl.

"I'm sleepy, if Captain Yang doesn't eat, then I'm too lazy to see off the guests."

Seeing He Fu walking into his room, Yang Mingzhen had no choice but to sit down and finish his meal honestly, and said with emotion, "Don't tell me, this taste is really good."

Xing Ting snorted, "Of course I'm good at cooking, go back quickly after eating, I still have to clean up."

"Hey, I said why do you have such a big opinion on me?" Yang Mingzhen also became angry, "I just ate two bites of your meal."

"Then do I still have to thank you for your compliment and invite you to eat more times?" Xing Ting deliberately made him bitter.

"Come on, I know you don't want me to come here." Yang Mingzhen stood up, walked to Xing Ting and said in a low voice, "I have checked your identity a long time ago, but don't worry, as long as you don't commit crimes again, I will won't catch you."

The stone hanging in Xing Ting's heart finally fell, he is a thief after all, there is no reason not to be afraid when he sees the police.

Yang Mingzhen took an apple from the table, and walked out of No. [-] Fish Restaurant with a smile.

These two masters and servants are really interesting, one pretends to be a policeman, and the other is a real thief.

In the future, it seems that he will come here a few more times.