After joining Hades

By the time Wen Bai came out of the stadium again, it was already an hour later.

A group of people were clamoring to go to the KTV near the school to sing.

Wen Bai was always thinking about what Wu Yue said, and didn't pay much attention to other people's movements. Once he was absorbed in it, his steps became slower and slower unconsciously.

It was because Fang Leming and Zhou Wei didn't see anyone in the team, and when they looked back, they saw Wen Bai who had fallen a lot, and ran over in a hurry.

"Xiaobai, Baibai?" Fang Leming waved his hand in front of Wen Bai, "What's the matter, are you absent-minded?"

"Lao Yang and the others are almost at the school gate."

Wen Bai heard the words, looked up at Fang Leming, and didn't speak for a long time.

Wu Yue didn't know about "ancient paintings haunted" at first, and Professor Li didn't tell him what he meant.

It was he himself who discovered something was wrong, and noticed that the teacher had been reading some random gossip recently, which made him suspicious.

Professor Li couldn't stand him being soft and hard, and although he compromised in the end, he only mentioned it briefly.

So Wu Yue himself didn't understand it in detail, and when he talked to Wen Bai, he became even more confused.

Wen Bai was clueless, Fang Leming bumped into him just like that.

How could he have forgotten him.

"Le Ming, do you know Zheng Bochang?"

The reason why Wen Bai asked this was because Zheng Bochang, apart from his status as a collector of cultural relics, was also a well-known wealthy businessman in Nancheng.

And Fang Leming and the others have a second-generation circle, and they will know something about any troublesome family on weekdays, maybe they will know something that Wu Yue and the others don't.

Fang Leming breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Bai didn't speak before, just stared at him, he thought something serious happened, and almost stared at him.

Now that he finally opened his mouth, he nodded, "Zheng Bochang, isn't that the one who collects antiques?"

Seeing that he really knew, Wen Bai nodded immediately.

Fang Leming was puzzled: "Why did you suddenly ask him?"

Wen Bai made a sloppy look: "It's nothing, I just mentioned him when I was chatting with Wu Yue today."

"I heard that there is an ancient painting in the collection?" Wen Bai tentatively turned the topic to the painting.

Fang Leming knew the relationship between Wen Bai and Wu Yue, and also knew that Wu Yue studied history, so he cared about these things, so he didn't doubt it.

"There is such a thing. I started talking about it half a year ago. I said I got it from a certain place."

Fang Leming gave a "tsk" sound, "I heard it's true."

Fang Leming himself is not interested in literature and painting, but after all, they are priceless antiques. Even if he can't taste the added value or appreciation value, he still understands the reason why a piece of paper can be worth a building.

So when I heard others talk about this before, I was careful, and it happened that Wen Bai asked again.

Fang Leming thought about it carefully again: "I heard that Zheng Bochang went to the appraisal agency and spent a lot of money to verify the age of the ancient painting. After that, he was still worried, so he specially invited experts to appraise it."

Wen Bai hadn't heard Wu Yue mention this before, so he nodded: "And then?"

"Then..." Fang Leming didn't quite know what Wen Bai's question "and then" referred to, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he slapped his forehead, "The expert I invited seems to be Professor Li. "

Wen Bai: "Yes."

Wen Bai can also understand Zheng Bochang's thoughts.

For collectors like them, no matter how the seller guarantees the authenticity of the item, it is impossible for them to rest assured if they do not inspect it with their own eyes.

After all, if you accept a fake in the end and hide it as the real one, it will be a joke if you tell it.

It is precisely because of this that I asked someone to contact Professor Li who has done a lot of research on the life of the owner of the ancient painting.

Fang Leming didn't know why Wen Bai suddenly asked about Zheng Bochang, but now he heard that it was related to Professor Li, his heart was suspended: "Is there something wrong with Professor Li?"

"No, it's just..." Wen Bai paused, and continued, "I heard that he will hold an exhibition of ancient paintings recently, and I thought that if I have the opportunity, I can go and see it."

Fang Leming draws the tone: "Ah, this..."

Wen Bai: "What's wrong?"

Fang Leming lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I heard that it was going to be done before, but it seems to be gone recently."

Wen Bai's eyes lit up.

Fang Leming came over: "I heard that the painting seems to have been stolen."

Wen Bai looked at him: "Stolen?"

So that's how it's spread?

"Well, the battle is quite big," Fang Leming said, "It seems that I haven't found it after searching around, and I'm starting to pin my hopes on metaphysics."

"There are waves of people coming to the house, and Taoist monks have everything."

"I don't know the details, but the lost ancient paintings are said to be invaluable, so no one is in a hurry."

Wen Bai: "Did Zheng Bochang and the others say that? Was it stolen?"

Fang Leming nodded.

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but add another sentence: "I said that the Zheng family is also a good antique. If you don't hide it yourself, you even say you want to show it. Don't you know the reason why the wealth should not be exposed?"

Wen Bai shook his head.

This really wronged Zheng Bochang.

The painting is indeed missing, but it is not "stolen".

If possible, the other side would probably prefer to be stolen.

After all, this is still a man-made disaster, and it is better than now.

Zhou Wei, who stayed by Wen Bai's side all the time without speaking, looked at Fang Leming, and suddenly said, "It's him who doesn't understand, it's obviously you."

"The collectors who acquire historical relics through auctions and purchases can be roughly divided into three categories. One is to donate cultural relics to relevant protection agencies, which is commonly known as handing over to the country."

"One is the private collection and inheritance you mentioned."

"There is another kind," Zhou Wei nodded knowingly, "It is to display the collection publicly in a small area, and invite like-minded art masters like Professor Li to taste and exchange, not to take to fry."

Zhou Wei stretched out a finger and shook it: "Artist, you don't understand."

Fang Leming didn't accept his tricks, pressed his finger back very slowly, and smirked with the corner of his mouth.

"But the current situation is that the art masters didn't see any of them, but they saw a room full of metaphysics masters."

Zhou Wei: "..."

Wen Bai: "..."

"Follow up quickly, Lao Yang told me to go ahead and lead the way." After Fang Leming finished speaking, he ran to the front.

Only then did Zhou Wei speak out: "Then there is a problem with the painting?"

When he heard Taoist priests and monks, he had a bottom line in his heart.

Looking at his "colleague" in a certain sense, Wen Bai didn't hide it: "Well, something in the painting is missing."

More than a month ago, Zheng Bochang made all the preparations, mounting the painting, edging it with silk, sealing the frame, adjusting the temperature of the exhibition hall, setting the date, and sending out the invitation letter.

But the day before the public display, something went wrong with the painting.

Painting, gone.

It wasn't stolen or lost, but the things in the painting disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a piece of old yellow paper.

Zhou Wei thought it was the same situation as him at first, the painting was stolen, but it was a ghost, not a human being who stole the painting, so the police in Yangjian couldn't catch it.

Hearing what Wen Bai said now, he stopped immediately: "Painting, painting skin?"

Wen Bai was amused by him, and tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers: "What kind of skin do you want to paint, don't watch TV dramas."

Zhou Wei was not comforted at all. After thinking about it, he reminded: "I'm serious, if it's really a ghost, you must report it to the underworld before something happens. When something really happens, it will be too late."

Wen Bai was a little uncertain: "Do you think this belongs to the Yin Division?"

Zhou Wei didn't quite know the scope of the Yin Division's responsibilities, so he weighed it for a while and said seriously: "Anyway, it shouldn't be under the control of us Yangjian."

Wen Bai thought so too.

After dealing with the school affairs and returning home, Wen Bai called Di Ting.

"Did the painting move?" Di Ting asked.

After a brief silence, Wen Bai explained the ins and outs of the matter.

After listening to Wen Bai's words on the other end of the phone, he smiled: "Yeah."

Wen Bai inexplicably heard the meaning of "that's it" from the "um".

He was silent for a while: "Isn't this... strange?"

Di Ting: "It depends on what angle you look at it from."

Wen Bai: "...From the perspective of us Yangjian people."

Ting Di: "That's quite strange."

Wen Bai: "..."

Ting Ting stopped teasing him: "It's actually not uncommon for ancient creatures to become spirits. The little paper lantern in your hand is one."

Wen Bai almost forgot.

But the situation of the little lotus lantern is obviously different from that of the ancient painting.

"Isn't its spiritual consciousness given by Lu Zheng?" One is the ancient object's own creature, and the other is given by Lu Zheng.

Xiao Lian Deng also specifically said that before meeting Lu Zheng, it didn't remember anything at all, how it floated to the underworld, and how it was squeezed to the shore, I don't know at all, and I heard about it later.

Ting Ting: "Half and half."

Wen Bai: "?"

Di Ting added another sentence: "It is Lu Zheng who raises it."

Wen Bai was even more puzzled.

What does it mean that Lu Zheng raised it?

Lu Zheng gave it spiritual consciousness, logically speaking, shouldn't the "birther" be the same?

Ting Ting seemed unwilling to say more, and changed the subject: "What is painted on the painting? People?"

Wen Bai nodded: "Yes, Zhu Fu's picture of the morning glory."

Di listened to Youyou's words: "Zhu Fu."

Wen Bai: "..."

What kind of "oh, so it's him" tone is this?

Although it sounded unbelievable, Wen Bai still opened his mouth: "Don't tell me, have you seen it?"

Di Tingting smiled: "Is it strange?"

Wen Bai: "..."

I have seen...

Wen Bai changed his mind again.

Truth Ting has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and is used to the change of dynasties, let alone these ordinary life and death.

Everyone has to walk in the Yin Division, which is equivalent to walking in front of him. It's not surprising to think so.

But still the same sentence, Di Ting is not a person, he is.

As an out-and-out Yangjian person, who would not say "You are sick" after hearing this?

"Except for children who draw better, everything else is the same." Di Ting's tone was unusually calm.

Wen Bai: "...Fortunately, you said this to me, not to others."

Di Ting was a little puzzled: "?"

Wen Bai: "Otherwise, I'm afraid it will let you experience what it means to 'teach you to be a human being'."

Listen to: "..."

But after listening to this, Wen Bai was convinced that what he had heard and seen must be true.

Because "the old man who breaks Lushan Mountain is especially good at childish children", he is talking about Zhu Fu.

Zhu Fu lived alone in the mountains all year round and built a thatched hut by himself, so he called himself Polushan Old Man, which was even louder than his real name.

Leaving aside the official history, whenever he is mentioned in the unofficial history, the favorite is "the little old man with a weird temper", because he has his own school, and he doesn't paint what is popular at that time.

For example, I do not paint landscapes, flowers and birds, but only some farming and spring planting pictures.

He has never married a wife in his life, and has no children under his knees, but he is especially good at painting children in the fields.

"The picture of a young child leading a cow," listened to "uh" for a while, and his tone was calm, "Did the child escape, or the cow that he led escaped?"

Wen Bai: "..."

"The child didn't run out, and the cow he led didn't run out either," Wen Bai sighed, "It's just gone."

If it was anything else, Zheng Bochang would not be so frightened.

But it happens that there are people in the painting.

Not to mention anything else, just falling asleep one day, a child ran out with a cow, even if he didn't do anything, it wouldn't hurt anyone, and it was enough to scare people and make them mentally weak.

Wen Bai pondered for a while, and then asked: "Is this under the control of the Yin Division?"

Since Truth heard that it might be an ancient creature, becoming a spirit, I don't know if it is correct.

Di Ting didn't answer, but there was a sound of a door lock on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Di Ting spoke.

"May I ask you, is this under the control of the Yin Division?"

Obviously not answering him.

Then, Lu Zheng's voice sounded through the screen: "Where is it?"

Wen Bai didn't know why the person answering the phone suddenly changed from Di Ting to Lu Zheng, and subconsciously said: "I don't know the details, I only have the phone at hand now, if I want to go, I have to ask for the address."

Lu Zheng paused, then said: "I'm asking you."

Wen Bai: "... at home."

Lu Zheng: "Come over tomorrow morning."

Wen Bai: "Huh?"

"Hmm, what?" Lu Zheng changed his tone, "I'm the boss, you're the subordinate, do you still want me to find you?"

Wen Bai: "..."

That's not what he meant, he just forgot the fact that he was still working for the underworld.

"Okay." Wen Bai responded softly.

Judging from what Lu Zheng said, it should be to take care of this matter, so he always had to say hello to the other side in advance, afraid that it would be too late to disturb, so he hurriedly said "goodbye, boss", and then hang up the phone.

Lu Zheng: "..."

Seeing Lu Zheng's expression suddenly darkened, Di Ting was still a little surprised.

With Wen Bai's temperament, what did he say to make Lu Zheng show this expression.

Di Ting endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth: "What did he say?"

Lu Zheng only glanced at him, ignored him, threw the phone away, turned and walked back.

Truth heard an "ah", and hurriedly picked up the innocent cell phone.

Look down.

The call has ended.

In the ten-minute call in total, he and Wen Bai were talking for 9 minutes.

In other words, the two chatted a few words with all their plans.

Di Ting slowly raised his eyes and smiled.

It turned out that it wasn't that he said something that made him anxious, on the contrary, it was that he didn't say anything that made someone unhappy.