The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

Early the next morning, the hostess of the villa invited them downstairs for dinner.

The restaurant was full of people, looking around, men and women, old and young, everything.

The hostess sat on the first seat, and she smiled when she saw Zhu Junyang: "Mr. Zhu is here, you got up a bit late, and the seats are all seated in the order of arrival, don't mind."

A lot of people turned their heads to look at her, and a few others looked at Xia Yu who was holding a sheep next to him.

Zhu Junyang sat down in the back without changing his face, and even pulled a stool for Xia Yu thoughtfully.

The hostess had a strange expression on her face.

The food on the table was not the luxurious delicacies Xia Yu imagined, but ordinary Chinese breakfast.

Steamed buns, soy milk fried dough sticks, shrimp dumpling and siu mai are very hearty.

Zhu Junyang brought over a drawer of shrimp dumplings and ate them slowly.

Xia Yu next to him looked resentful, drooling with his mouth open.

There were at least ten people at this table, they were all bosses, and naturally they were all concerned about face, and no one moved their chopsticks.Seeing Zhu Junyang's opening, everyone began to eat with confidence, and the atmosphere of the restaurant was much better.

Xia Yu fed the lamb a few steamed buns, and the little guy burped after eating a few mouthfuls, then lazily fell on her lap, squinting his eyes and snoring.

This guy has had enough food and sleep these past few days, Xia Yu even suspected that this guy was actually some kind of mutated pig.

Several colleagues at the table looked at each other, but they all remained silent, and no one took the initiative to make a sound.

After a meal, the hostess and guests had a good time, and the hostess ordered people to remove the plates, and then said to everyone: "You are all leaders in this field, and I will definitely think that I don't trust you enough to release so many missions... But I really have no other way. This matter is very complicated and time is limited. We have no way to try it bit by bit. We can only invite all the people who can do it at once... I hope all the masters will forgive me. With that said, the woman stood up and bowed to everyone at the table.

Several people waved their hands repeatedly, expressing that they didn't mind.

In addition, some people are dissatisfied, but they don't want to worry about it too much, so as not to look like a small belly and lack of demeanor.

Xia Yu kept her chin, relying on the hostess not being able to see her, staring at her vigorously.

After finishing the greetings, the hostess stood up: "The things are in the exhibition room, please move to the third floor."

A group of people walked upstairs again.

Zhu Junyang took a step behind on purpose, and led Xia Yu to the rear, keeping a short distance from the crowd in front.

"I didn't tell you carefully before, but the one at the front is the mistress of the villa, the mistress of the business tycoon." Zhu Junyang said.

"Mistress?" Xia Yu was stunned for a second, "I thought she was genuine..."

"Have no temperament to become the mistress of a business tycoon?"

Xia Yu thought about it, and instead of worrying about this question, he asked what the mission was.

"A picture."

Most rich people like to collect some antiques to expand their appearance and improve their style, and the same is true for this business giant.

It is said that there are tens of millions of antiques and curios in each villa under his name.

In a blink of an eye, everyone went up to the third floor, and the hostess led them into the exhibition room.

This exhibition room is very large, and inside are transparent glass cabinets one after another. Each cabinet contains an antique, including vases, calligraphy and paintings, and some messy things.

Zhu Junyang twitched his nose twice.

Xia Yu looked at her.

She said softly, "There's something earthy in here."

Xia Yu also sniffed, but didn't smell anything.

The woman led them to the innermost part of the exhibition room, and opened the red cloth on a rectangular cabinet, revealing the true face of Lushan Mountain from the collection inside.

This is a painting, a very beautiful oil painting, a giant painting about two meters long.

In the middle of the painting is a stage, on which a group of people in costumes are neatly standing.These people have clear eyebrows and eyes, and everyone is drawn vividly.Among them were men and women, old and young, all with smiles on their faces.

Right above the painting is an endless dark night sky with dots of stars and a round moon; on the left of the painting is a regular octagonal cave, with a wooden window on the side of the cave; on the right of the painting are green willow trees and sparkling In the sparkling lake, there are lotus-shaped lights floating on the water.

The combination of Chinese classical architecture and oil painting seems strange and unspeakable.

The hostess introduced: "This is the painting. It depicts the most famous theater troupe in the period of the Republic of China. This painting was taken by my husband at a charity auction, but ever since this painting came to my house, strange things happened frequently. First it was my daughter who heard someone singing in the room; then it was my husband who dreamed of a fire every night...and finally me..."

Speaking of this, the woman showed a frightened expression: "I...I can always find paper costumes in the closet these days..."

An old man in the crowd frowned his white eyebrows: "If it's such a simple situation, shouldn't so many people be invited?"

The woman said: "Sir, you don't know something... A few days ago, one of our servants suddenly fell into a coma and was sent to the hospital for examination. The result was that she was seriously burned... But she didn't have a single wound on her body..."

"So many things happened, we also thought there was something wrong with this painting, so we ordered someone to throw it away. But who would have thought that if we threw it away the night before, it would appear here again the next day..."

A group of masters thought about it.

The hostess took out a remote control and fiddled with it for a long time before lowering the glass cabinet outside the picture.

A smell of earth came to his nostrils, Zhu Junyang raised his hand to cover his nose.

Xia Yu stood on tiptoe and looked around. No one else moved extra. She couldn't smell any strange smell. She didn't know where Zhu Junyang smelled the earthy smell.

The woman said again: "Everyone, please, you can do whatever you want with this painting... I will always be by the side, if you find out what's going on, just call me."

After getting permission, everyone dispersed around the painting with a huff, and all ran over to study the painting.

Zhu Junyang covered his nose and led Xia Yu to follow.

Looking closer, the painting is even more real, as the people inside seem to come out of it at any moment.

She reached out to touch the drawing paper and felt wet marks.

what is this?

Zhu Junyang raised his hand to his eyes, and found that there were some sparkling water marks on his fingertips.

Xia Yu also came over to look at it, and asked her, "Did you find anything? Water? Water is still dripping on this painting?"

Zhu Junyang shook his head: "No...Where did the waterproof technology come from in that era. Oil paintings will fade when exposed to water. Do you see any fading in this painting?"

At this time, everyone was discussing quietly, so no one cared about the two of them.

Xia Yu walked over and wanted to touch the painting, but Zhu Junyang grabbed his hand: "You have a special constitution, there is something wrong with this painting, don't move around."

"Okay." Xia Yu quickly withdrew her hand.

Zhu Junyang walked around the painting a few more times, and Xia Yu followed her back and forth like a little tail.

However, apart from a water mark on the canvas, there is no other abnormality.

The woman stood aside and watched them search, and Zhu Junyang cast his eyes on her.

"Did Mr. Zhu discover something?" the woman asked.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at them.

Zhu Junyang smiled and shook his head: "Not yet. I just want to ask a few questions."

"Excuse me, sir. I will definitely say everything I know, and I will say everything."

"You said earlier that Qianjin heard the opera singing at home. I don't know when it was?"

"It was the night before yesterday."

"Didn't anyone else hear that sound?"

"No."

"Did she hear it last night?"

"I heard it too."

"So, there will be such a voice tonight, right?"

"As it should be."

Zhu Junyang asked what he wanted, and immediately put his hands together: "Then I have no problem, I will find the source of the sound tonight."

Women have no opinion.

Zhu Junyang cupped his hands to the other people inside: "Go ahead, everyone, I'll go back to the room first." After speaking, he turned his head and left.

There was a lot of discussion in the exhibition room.

Xia Yu deliberately walked a few steps slower, and heard that they were discussing Zhu Junyang as a charlatan or that she was not professional at all.

She walked out of the exhibition room directly.

One person and one ghost walked towards the room in silence, and after entering the room, Zhu Junyang immediately locked the door from the inside.

Xia Yu asked, "Why don't you continue your research?"

Zhu Junyang asked her back: "Do you feel something is wrong?"

Xia Yu was silent for a moment, and then replied: "I don't feel if the painting is right, but this woman is so tired of talking, she's so verbal."

"..." Zhu Junyang was also silent for a few seconds, and smiled helplessly, "I was asking if there is any problem with your painting, but you are kind enough to pay attention to the way people speak the whole time?"

Xia Yu smirked: "I feel that she may think that people in your profession are relatively old and traditional, so she wants to imitate the way of ancient people's speech, but her level is not good enough, so when she speaks, she speaks half modern and half ancient, nondescript. "

Zhu Junyang knocked her on the head: "Maybe this is her hobby, don't think it's useless."

Xia Yu quickly responded.

Only then did Zhu Junyang continue to talk about his discovery: "The painting has an earthy smell, and it looks like it was dug out of a tomb."

Xia Yu: "! Will we have a chance to rob graves in the future?!"

Zhu Junyang: "...What's the matter with your excited expression? I'm sorry, I let you down. Tomb robbery can't match my work."

Xia Yu lowered her head sadly.

"Pause and listen to the key points!" Zhu Junyang just wanted to knock on the blackboard, "I found such a new painting that looked like it was just painted out of the tomb, and it was sent to a charity auction...I always feel that this set There is something wrong with the rhetoric..."