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[It's over, it's broken, it's broken, I know that women can't be said to be fat, the anchor has been retaliated against! 】

[God, be careful... By the way, why does a painting still fight with people? ? ? 】

[I'm not worried at all, you'll know Brother Chuan is still smiling and standing next to him... Damn, Xiao Shaozi is handsome! 】

[My anchor is super powerful! 】

After watching this series of scenes, the mood of the audience is really ups and downs.Imagine that Miao Hanliang was painting alone in the room, and when he was tired of creating, he would take a piece of sweet cake from the side to eat, everything was peaceful and peaceful.

Right here, the beautiful woman in his painting turns her head and shows a charming smile, which makes people have no time to think deeply, and is already fascinated.

However, when Miao Hanliang is intoxicated by it, it is also when the hideous face under the beauty's painted skin is revealed!

If you think about it like this, goose bumps will come out.

But it didn't make the audience worry for too long. In a few moments, Jiang Zhuo had already firmly grasped the woman's wrist, and then pulled it out forcefully——

The eerie music of "Happy Birthday to you" suddenly stopped, and the woman screamed in horror, but was dragged out by Jiang Zhuo.

It’s just that it’s different from what the audience imagined. After she was pulled out, she didn’t have a physical body, but instantly turned into a puddle of ink and fell on the ground. The drawing paper cracked a big hole, revealing the wooden drawing board.

Yun Suchuan pointed at the "paper candle" on the table, the fire was extinguished, and the room was suddenly brightened. He opened the curtains, looked in front of the drawing board, and waved to the people behind him: "Come on!" look."

Captain Wang was the closest to him, and when he looked up, his expression was horrified—only seven portraits were seen among the wooden textures on the drawing board.

It is not accurate to say that it is a portrait, but it is actually more like a photo printed on a drawing board. After Jiang Zhuo passed by, he recognized Cheng Wen who was in the middle of the seven people at a glance—because Cheng Wen was wearing a birthday hat on his head. birthday hat.

Jiang Zhuo said: "This should be a group photo of the seven people on Cheng Yan's birthday party."

Except for Captain Wang who was scratching his head silently in his heart and repairing the broken three views, Jiang Zhuo and Yun Suchuan's expressions were very calm.

Cheng Yan died at his birthday party, there must be resentment, and it is normal for some strange things to happen, the only thing that can be proved is that the deaths of Miao Hanliang and Cheng Yan must be related.

Jiang Zhuo looked at the photo. Except for Cheng Yan in the middle, there were six other people sitting on both sides of the photo, three men and three women. They looked over one by one. No one knew each other. Everyone had bright smiles, but this smile was captured by everyone. Printed in the texture of the wood, it adds a bit of treachery and horror.

There was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door, and the creative little policeman who was kneeling and eating just now shouted outside the door: "Captain! Captain!"

Only then did a few people remember that many people were shut out by them, including the police from the city bureau and the other head of the house, Shan Jing, Miao Hanliang's wife.

Captain Wang hesitated and did not respond, Yun Suchuan said: "I have seen everything that should be seen, and there is nothing else, let them come in."

He went to open the door, and a few people outside came in to inquire about the situation, and it was noisy again.Yun Suchuan flashed back cleverly, allowing them to surround Captain Wang, winked at Jiang Zhuo, and took the opportunity to check into Miao Hanliang's study.

The room was neatly tidied up, and there were some art books on the bookshelves. Yun Suchuan randomly picked up a few and flipped through them, but found nothing, and put them back without interest.

He mainly wanted to see if there was any spell formation hidden here that could be used as a clue. After all, according to the general rules of using voodoo, there must be a blood medium or a feng shui formation as an introduction.

But he looked at every corner, and even crawled on the ground in the cracks of the bed, he just couldn't find any traces of spells.

This is strange, could it be that the person who played the Gu on Miao Hanliang was a rare master who could kill people without any intermediaries?

Yun Suchuan rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then looked outside, and saw Jiang Zhuo was talking to someone else.

He looked at Jiang Zhuo's profile and smiled, then ran back to look at Miao Hanliang's desk.

Although Miao Hanliang plagiarized a lot of ideas, after all these years of painting, he still has some real skills. There is a thick stack of papers on one side of the table, all of which are sketches.

Yun Suchuan looked through them one by one, and found that there was also a sketch of a ghost cake.

Compared with the cream-colored cake that was shown in front of everyone later, this sketch, which only outlines the outline, seems to make people suffer from trypophobia at first glance. The little ghosts are densely entangled with each other. Forming a round cake shape, the dark and sharp eyes looked at the direction outside the picture.

Looking at such a painting, Yun Suchuan didn't show any disgust on his face. He looked at it carefully for a long time, and his eyes suddenly fixed on one position. After a while, his expression became serious.

--I see.

Jiang Zhuo said a few words to others, seeing Yun Suchuan entered the study room, he wanted to follow him to have a look, but the rice plate in the neighbor's house kept yelling on the table in case he would forget himself, Jiang Zhuo Then he washed it and returned it to the opposite door.

When he came back, Miao Hanliang's wife, Shan Jing, had entered the house and was sitting in the living room taking notes.

"I made an appointment with the doctor yesterday, so I went out early in the morning. He was fine at that time. I didn't expect..."

The woman's cry was shrill and desperate: "How could this happen?"

The little policeman was in charge of taking notes for Shan Jing. Seeing this, he was so sad that he sat opposite her and wiped his tears: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The little policeman's baton: "Hat, hat, you see the master is crying out with snot bubbles, so stupid, hahahahahahaha!"

Police hat: "Hahahahahaha!"

The scene was full of sadness and joy, and it was very lively.

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

He walked over and handed each of them a tissue.

The little policeman was a little embarrassed, and quickly moved to the side to make room for Jiang Zhuo.Shan Jing was a little surprised, took the tissue to thank her, but when she looked up, she recognized Jiang Zhuo, and her face froze immediately.

The two of them sounded a bit festive.If it weren't for Jiang Zhuo, the series of unlucky things before Miao Hanliang's death would not have happened. Shan Jing probably thinks that if this is the case, even if her husband is destined to die on this day, she can die in a better mood. good reputation.

Jiang Zhuo can understand her expression, after all, regardless of whether Miao Hanliang is right or wrong, the two of them are husband and wife, and there must be a bias in their hearts.

He said, "Ms. Shan, I want to ask you a few questions."

Although Shan Jing was not very happy, but fortunately she was more reserved, she nodded and said, "You can ask."

Jiang Zhuo said: "Does Mr. Miao like sweets?"

Shan Jing said without hesitation: "I don't like it. He eats light food, too sweet and too greasy, and he usually doesn't eat it."

Jiang Zhuo wasn't afraid of her deception, after all, Miao Hanliang had other colleagues and friends, so he could answer any question he asked.

As soon as this answer was answered, even the little policeman next to him realized something was wrong, and said in surprise: "Then he doesn't like sweets, why would he choke to death on the cake?"

Shan Jing asked suspiciously: "Didn't he be murdered?"

Small police:"……"

It's strange that it makes sense, but it can't be refuted.

Jiang Zhuo said: "In other words, you don't know where this cake came from?"

Shan Jing said: "I didn't buy it... It seems that when I opened the refrigerator this morning, the cake was in it, but I was in a hurry to go out and didn't bother to ask."

After she finished speaking, she added: "But to draw anything, you must master its characteristics to create an excellent work. There is a cake in the painting he just made, perhaps to make the cake more realistic and attractive. My husband just went to buy a piece of cake by himself, and his experience is not certain."

Jiang Zhuo was very sensitive, and immediately asked: "How did you notice that there is a cake in his painting?"

After all, according to what Captain Wang said before, Miao Hanliang finished the second half of the painting after Shan Jing went out in the morning, that is to say, Shan Jing didn't see him painting the cake. If you are dead, how can you have the mood to pay attention to what is painted on the painting?

But Shan Jing was not questioned by Jiang Zhuo: "He made a draft before and told me about it."

The little policeman next to him asked, "Then can you show us the manuscript?"

Shan Jing nodded, rummaged through the easel, and quickly took out the penciled draft.

Jiang Zhuo took it over and took a look. Except that the women were thinner, the other parts were no different from the finished painting of Miao Hanliang.

With a flash in his eyes, he put the painting on the coffee table and said something off topic: "Does Ms. Shan know much about painting?"

Shan Jing said: "It's not bad. I can also be regarded as a professional, but later I stayed at home full-time and mainly helped Han Liang organize the manuscripts. I haven't started writing for many years."

Jiang Zhuo said: "That's a lot better than a layman like me. I have a question I want to ask. You said just now that you have to master its characteristics to create an excellent work." I agree, but since Miao Hanliang doesn't like to eat cakes, wouldn't he feel disgusted after eating it?"

Shan Jing: "..."

I really didn't think about it, anyway, she likes to eat.

Jiang Zhuo said again: "He felt disgusted after eating, and he forced himself to experience the taste. Does he feel disgusted when he paints?"

Shan Jing: "..."

She said weakly: "It seems that there is this possibility... I didn't think so much..."

【Very good, our Jiang Jiang question is very sharp (serious. JPG)】

[It really makes sense, but why do I want to laugh a little (ω). 】

[Hahahahaha the anchor asked if eating something he didn't like would make him sick, it was inexplicably cute. 】

The anchor's fan is that no matter what the little spoon does, he thinks it is super cute. After a wave of praise and rewards, some viewers also raised their own doubts about the case:

[Although Miao Hanliang's wife's actions are normal, I don't know why, but I just think she is suspicious. 】

[Maybe because of their status, the husband and wife live together, anyway, it must be the most convenient for her to kill Miao Hanliang. 】

[You can't rely on blindness to handle the case. Didn't the anchor say that Miao Hanliang's death was due to the Gu in the cake? 】

[Yes, yes, now let's see where the cake comes from.Shan Jing said that she didn't buy it, so she couldn't tell such a lie that could be easily exposed. 】

"Miao Hanliang has no children, and only he and his wife, Shan Jing, lived in that house. Shan Jing left home at seven o'clock in the morning and did not return until eleven twenty in the morning. The driver and the dentist can testify to this After she left, at about 45:[-], Miao Hanliang had breakfast at a breakfast shop not far away, that is to say, Shan Jing had an absolute alibi."

"Except for her and the neighbor who helped report the case, no one has entered Miao's house after the incident. Therefore, it is imperative to find out where the cake Miao Hanliang ate came from. Unfortunately, no one can provide clues so far. The city bureau is investigating."

After cross-examining Shan Jing, Jiang Zhuo called Yun Suchuan who was wandering around Miao Hanliang's house, and the two left Miao's house together.

People from the Municipal Bureau wanted to take Miao Hanliang's body away for further examination. Shan Jing cried from behind, Jiang Zhuo didn't lift his eyelids, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked out talking to Yun Suchuan down the corridor.

The two came out of the stuffy room, although the sun was scorching outside and the temperature was also very high, but at least it was a bit windy, Jiang Zhuo took a deep breath of fresh air.

Yun Suchuan listened carefully to Jiang Zhuo's narration, and said: "Well... then if I tell you, I might know who gave that piece of cake to Miao Hanliang, is this a very great discovery? "

When he said that, at least he had some eyebrows, Jiang Zhuo immediately asked: "Who?"

Yun Suchuan was surprised and said, "I've provided you with such precious information, so you just use one word to ask? You have to at least call brother, and then say 'Please, tell me', and then I I was thinking about talking to you."

Without saying a word, Jiang Zhuo twisted his collar directly, pulled the man over, and reached out to feel in his pocket.

Yun Suchuan's smile froze on his face, and he didn't expect this: "Hey, hey, you just do it directly like this!"

The half sleeves on his upper body were without pockets, Jiang Zhuo went directly into Yun Suchuan's trouser pockets.His body temperature is slightly higher than Yunsuchuan's, and he can feel it through the thin fabric.

That point of temperature gradually spreads outward from the skins that are in contact with each other, which makes people resist and fascinate.

Yun Suchuan subconsciously wanted to push Jiang Zhuo's hand away and put it on his shoulder, but he didn't know whether to pull or refuse.

After hesitating for a while like this, Jiang Zhuo has already dug out the draft drawing that Yun Suchuan sneaked out from his trouser pocket, and proudly said: "Play with me, hmph."

Yun Suchuan: "..."

Jiang Zhuo: "...what's your expression?"

Yun Suchuan touched his empty trouser pocket and felt that the skin was still a little hot: "No, um...you see."

Jiang Zhuo glanced at him suspiciously, unfolded the painting in his hand, and found that it was the draft of the picture of the ghost cake.

Yun Suchuan leaned over, tapped the middle of the picture with his finger, and said, "Look at this, do you think of anything?"

There are so many ghosts without the cover of the cream pattern, and they look dizzy at once. Jiang Zhuo observed carefully under Yun Suchuan's signal, and after a while, he hesitated and asked: "Who is this ghost?" The posture is very similar to the woman in Miao Hanliang's painting just now?"

Yun Suchuan said: "If you also look like it, then it is true."

"What does this represent?"

Jiang Zhuo said: "Wait a minute, let me understand... Miao Hanliang's picture of a beautiful woman was carefully drawn, obviously very popular with him, and then she appeared in the middle of this picture of ghosts, still surrounded by ghosts Now, it seems that this ghost picture is not an ordinary birthday celebration, maybe it also expresses the meaning of admiration..."

He confirmed to Yun Suchuan: "There is a high possibility that there is an ambiguous relationship between Miao Hanliang and Nian Xinyu?"

Yun Suchuan said: "I guess so. So you said that piece of cake was given by Nian Xinyu?"

Jiang Zhuo's mind turned quickly, thinking that this is very possible. If Miao Hanliang really has a crush on Nian Xinyu, then it can explain why he is willing to eat cakes that he doesn't usually like, and draw them into the painting up.

The food presented by the lover is naturally more able to overcome the sweet and greasy taste.

Whether the speculation is true or not, this is a new clue.

[ New Year's rain?I bet if they didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten this person. 】

[I haven't forgotten, because I remember that she is the woman who covets Xiaojiang, my rival in love, oh hehehehehe. 】

[Wait a minute, aren't you saying that she and Miao Hanliang are a couple now...]

[So Nian Xinyu was the murderer who killed Miao Hanliang?What was her motive for killing? 】

——What is Nian Xinyu's motive for killing? Jiang Zhuo and Yun Suchuan also thought about this question.

Probably because Miao Hanliang is a married man, and both of them are public figures, they are very careful when interacting with each other. Therefore, when investigating the relationship between Miao Hanliang and Nian Xinyu before, they did not find any Traces, so there are two possibilities.

One is that Miao Hanliang has one-sided interest in Nian Xinyu, but Nian Xinyu doesn't accept it. However, with such a guess, her act of reposting this painting is hard to explain.

The other is that there has actually been an ambiguous relationship between the two for a long time, but because they are both public figures, they are more careful in their interactions and it is not easy to investigate.

The two were silent for a while, Yun Suchuan was thinking about something serious, but he couldn't help but want to look at Jiang Zhuo more, and lost his mind before he knew it.

The weather was still very hot, and Jiang Zhuo's forehead had some small beads of sweat, but it added a bit of fireworks to his usually cold face, and even his facial features were shining brightly under the pouring sunlight.

Shining, he has always been very suitable for this name.

Yun Suchuan's heart fluttered and softened, and the place on his leg that was touched by the opponent's fingers just now seemed to be hot again. He couldn't help fanning Jiang Zhuo with Miao Hanliang's manuscript paper, and at the same time, he didn't shy away from helping Jiang Zhuo. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Is it hot? Let's talk in the car."

"Well, good." Jiang Zhuo naturally pressed Yun Suchuan's fanning hand, "Then let's go, you are quite hot, don't fan."

At this time, Yun Suchuan put a watch on his wrist and said, "Are they dating?"

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

"I don't know, it's quite affectionate." It was Jiang Zhuo's T-shirt who answered the watch.

The watch said: "Oh, then I know why my master always touches his own trouser pocket. He must have hidden private money in it! All the private money should be handed over to the object!"

"Bullshit." Yun Suchuan said with his mobile phone in his trousers pocket, "He doesn't have any money in his pocket, and he doesn't know what these two people are doing by taking turns fumbling around. "