Warm fragrance cloud around

Lin Junnuan straightened out his thoughts, and continued to ask the maid: "If you think about it carefully, when did that painting disappear?"

"The servant girl really can't remember clearly. After the master passed away, everyone has been miserable these few days. Except for the cleaning woman, almost no one came to this small study room. I really don't know who took the painting away."

"Are all Qinglian's personal maids in this yard?"

"Only Liu Ying and I are left. After all, the master... is gone, and this yard doesn't need many people. The rest of the people have been sent to other places to serve."

The maid's name was Shuangye, and she called Liuying in according to Lin Junnuan's instructions. Neither of them noticed the time when the portrait disappeared. They searched the house carefully, but they couldn't find the original painting.

"Strange, who took it away? Master likes that portrait so much, he hangs it in the study and looks at it several times a day."

"When was the portrait painted?"

"It was only taken back at the end of last month. Mr. Mo never came to paint. Master personally went to Danqing Pavilion to ask him to paint."

It was discovered that Xu Qinglian died on the fifth day of the lunar new year, that is to say, only a few days after getting back the portrait, the owner of the portrait died.Now the portrait is nowhere to be found, and it is very likely that the murderer had already taken it away at the time of the crime.

What is hidden in that portrait?In any case, the murderer should be inextricably linked with the painter Mo Shubai.

Lin Junnuan left the room and winked at Chuntao who was waiting outside the door. Chuntao immediately left knowingly. When she bid farewell to Mrs. Xu and Mrs. An and came to the gate of Xu's mansion, Chuntao had already prepared a car. An ordinary-looking carriage was waiting outside the door.

"Miss, where are we going?"

"Help me change my clothes first, let's go to Dali Temple."

***

Lin Junnuan changed into light men's clothes, and asked Chuntao to stop the carriage at the intersection half a street away from Dali City, and walked there alone.

Of course, not everyone can enter the majestic Dali Temple casually. Lin Junnuan was thinking about making up an excuse to enter, and just stepped on the steps outside the door, Cheng Jiangyun walked out from inside. The coincidence made her have to suspect conspiracy theory , Did this Cheng Shaoqing arrange for someone to watch him secretly?

"Is something wrong?"

After seeing her, Cheng Jiangyun showed no surprise on his face, and his expression was still indifferent.

"How do you know I'm here?" Lin Junnuan subconsciously took a few steps back with her arms crossed. If he had arranged for someone to follow her, wouldn't her true identity have been exposed long ago? !

Cheng Jiangyun sneered, and nodded casually on the street: "The pear sellers, fortune tellers, and candied haws sellers over there are all from Dali Temple."

"Only them? No other... secret whistle?" Lin Junnuan became more suspicious.

Cheng Jiangyun looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool, yes, Anshao would no longer be called Anshao, Lin Junnuan curled his lips, and approached him: "To be honest, did you send someone ...staring at me or something?"

Cheng Jiangyun answered with a question: "So what if you have it, so what if you don't have it? Could it be that you have done something that you are afraid of being discovered by others?"

"No, no, absolutely not!" Lin Junnuan denied again and again, "I act brightly, and I have always had a clear heart."

Cheng Jiangyun snorted and said, "What are you doing here at Dali Temple?"

"Oh, that's right!" Lin Junnuan's eyes lit up instantly: "I found a very crucial clue!"

Just about to talk about her big discovery excitedly, Cheng Jiangyun waved her hand to stop her: "Speak in another place."

The two entered a tea house on the street together, and asked for a private room by the street to sit down. Only then did Lin Junnuan notice that Cheng Jiangyun was holding a thick stack of papers in his hands.

"This is the file of the case? Show me?"

Cheng Jiangyun nodded, and pushed the dossier towards her: "The information of several cases is here, you can read it here, don't spread it outside."

"Don't worry, it's absolutely confidential!"

Lin Junnuan opened the dossier, on the top was the information about Bianhuaniang's case, and then scrolled down, and Xu Qinglian's name really appeared.Lin Junnuan took out her part of the information, and brought it to Cheng Jiangyun as if asking for credit: "I went to Xu's mansion today, and found an important clue in Xu Qinglian's room."

"How did you know that Xu Qinglian was the other deceased?"

"Uh……"

"How can you enter Xu's mansion, and enter the boudoir of the deceased?"

"Uh……"

Because she was too excited after discovering the clues, she just rushed to inform Cheng Shaoqing, completely ignoring these doubtful points that might reveal her identity. People came to look at it and lost their usual vigilance.

It's impossible to explain, so she simply fooled around: "Oh, anyway, I have my own method, so don't worry about these details, do you still want to listen to the clues?"

Cheng Jiangyun took a deep look at her, nodded and said, "Tell me, I don't ask."

This makes sense, Lin Junnuan made tea for the two of them, and began to tell about his discovery.

"On the night of the incident, the murderer used incense to stun the deceased and the night watch maid before committing the murder. The evidence is the small hole in the window paper."

"Well, we found this too."

"One thing you didn't notice is that there is a scent of toilet rouge near the small hole on the window paper. There are two possibilities. When the murderer used the scent, the rouge on his hands or body rubbed against the window paper, or the murderer used the rouge used The hand touched the incense, and the scent of rouge remained on the window paper through the incense."

Cheng Jiangyun frowned and said, "You mean, the murderer is a woman?"

"Not necessarily, some men with certain occupations, or those who love sleeping flowers and willows, will also be exposed to rouge frequently, but the scent of rouge with different formulas is always different. If I can smell the same scent again, I should be able to detect it. "

"If you can't meet it, what do you mean by the key clue?" Cheng Jiangyun looked slightly disgusted.

"Of course not," Lin Junnuan approached his ear mysteriously, "Actually, I found something in common between the two deceased."

"What?!" Hearing this, Cheng Jiangyun couldn't help but feel anxious.

Lin Junnuan said triumphantly: "Do you still remember the scent of ink on Hua Niang's hands? Today I smelled the same smell in Xu Qinglian's room."

"According to the servant girl, the smell should come from the paintings of Mo Shubai, the painter of Danqing Pavilion. How about it? Is it a major clue?"

Cheng Jiangyun frowned and said, "Painter...Mo Shubai? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"Isn't this a rush to report to you, Shaoqing, and I haven't had time to verify it?" Lin Junnuan took a sip of tea slowly, picked up the file and raised it, "I'll read the information first, and then accompany you to verify it. "

Cheng Jiangyun put away all the files, and pulled Lin Junnuan up from the chair: "I'll read the materials later, go to Danqing Pavilion now!"

***

Danqing Pavilion is one of the best calligraphy and painting shops in the capital. Although the shop has only been open for four or five years, its reputation is not inferior to those time-honored shops. There are always a lot of scholars and elegant customers who come in and out. , Xu Shi saw that the two were dressed in extraordinary clothes, the shopkeeper handed over the guests to the guy next to him and greeted them.

Lin Junnuan was the first to say hello: "Shopkeeper, we want to meet Mo Shubai Mo painter, is it convenient?"

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, Master Mo is not in the shop today, I don't know what you two want to see him for?"

"Our two brothers came to Beijing for the first time. I heard that Mo Painter is good at painting figures, so I wanted to ask him to draw a portrait for us and send it to the old parents at home to comfort the missing, right, brother?"

Lin Junnuan patted Cheng Jiangyun on the shoulder, and put on a good attitude between the two brothers. The corners of Cheng Jiangyun's mouth twitched, and this little liar started talking nonsense again.

The shopkeeper sized up the two of them back and forth, not knowing whether to believe it or not, Lin Junnuan had already walked to the front of the calligraphy and paintings for display, "Which ones were written by Master Mo?"

"These two paintings are newly painted this year."

Lin Junnuan approached, and while carefully observing Mo Shubai's paintings, he pretended to comment: "Well, the painter Mo really deserves his reputation. This color is really good. If it is darker, it is too strong, and if it is lighter, it is too light. The lines are also soft and delicate, if you add a little, it will be too thick, if you subtract a little, it will be too thin, wonderful, wonderful!"

"Slender hands, slender waist, pupils like water, eyebrows like distant mountains, what a stunning beauty! Especially the tear mole at the corner of the eye is simply the finishing touch, not bad, not bad! Brother, what do you think?"

The elder brother didn't want to express any opinions, so he gave Lin Junnuan a warning look, and said in a low voice, "How?"

Lin Junnuan stretched out her thumb and nodded emphatically.

These two paintings have the same ink fragrance as Hua Niang's hand and Xu Qinglian's study wall.

After getting Lin Junnuan's affirmation, Cheng Jiangyun went directly to the shopkeeper: "Can I borrow a step to speak?"

The shopkeeper looked at the two blankly, pondered for a moment, and led them into a small private room at the back of the lobby. His eyes darted back and forth uncomfortably: "I don't know what's the matter with you two?"

Cheng Jiangyun took out the portraits of Hua Niang and Xu Qinglian from the file, unfolded them and handed them to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, think about it, have you seen these two?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, but his expression was a little relieved. He took a serious look at the two of them, and then squinted his eyes to look at the portrait carefully. After a while, he replied: "I have seen the lady on the left. She came to ask painter Mo to paint. The one on the right No impression."

The portrait on the left is Miss Xu Qinglian.That's right, of course it's impossible for the shopkeeper to receive all the guests, only someone with Xu Qinglian's status is qualified for him to personally receive them.

After thinking about it, Cheng Jiangyun took out the portraits of the other two deceased and showed them to the shopkeeper, but this time the shopkeeper had an impression: "I have seen these two people, but not in person, but at the painter Mo's. What's wrong?"

The four deceased were all related to Painter Mo!Cheng Jiangyun and Lin Junnuan looked at each other, and said coldly to the shopkeeper: "Where is Painter Mo at this time, take us to see him immediately!"

"This... Painter Mo is really not in the store today, he should be at home."

"Where do you live?"

The shopkeeper also became anxious: "Why should I tell you, who are you?"

Lin Junnuan quickly explained: "This is the master of Dali Temple. We are investigating the case. If the shopkeeper knows something, he must tell the truth, otherwise he will be questioned!"

"Da, Dali Temple?!" The shopkeeper was also startled, "What case are you investigating? The little one doesn't know anything!"

Cheng Jiangyun said impatiently: "You don't care what the case is, just take us to Mo Painter!"

The shopkeeper's expression was extremely tangled, and finally heaved a long sigh, and said: "To be honest, Master Mo is indeed in the shop, in the studio, but...he is not suitable to meet people now..."

Cheng Jiangyun pulled the shopkeeper and rushed all the way to the studio of painter Mo. Before entering the room, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

The biggest suspect in the serial murder case, Mo Shubai, a well-known painter in Beijing, was lying drunk in his studio at the moment, like a dead dog.

The author has something to say:

That's right, Danqing Pavilion is actually the heroine's property, the shopkeeper thought the boss was coming to check the accounts, so he panicked.

Lin Junnuan: I am so good at acting that I even lie to my own people