Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 157: I know where the painting is hidden
Chapter 157 I know where the painting is hidden
Many of the newly added products are related to formations, which makes me feel puzzled.
I vaguely remember that at the end of the last live broadcast, there were a lot of books on dream interpretation and dream creation in the catalog, and the live broadcast I experienced later happened to be related to dreams.
The appearance of formations in the product catalog this time means that I will encounter evil formations in the next live broadcast?
"Like formations and dream-making secrets, they are things that are difficult for ordinary people to touch. How to choose should be discussed with Liu Xiazi before deciding."
I stuffed my phone into a black suitcase. Although the live broadcast in my dream was thrilling and murderous every step of the way, my physical body did not suffer any damage in reality. At most, I just felt a little tired.
Leaving Jingying Nursing Home, I took Yingzi to watch a movie first, and then sent her back to the blues bar.
When you go to the bar, you can't avoid being educated by Ayaka Onizuka. It's quite scary for this glamorous sister to get angry.
Fleeing in a hurry, I returned to Tingtang Road, opened the shop door, took off my shirt, fell asleep, and was not woken up by Bai Qi until noon.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at Bai Qi's resentful eyes, I noticed that there was another person in the room: "Tie Ningxiang?"
Although I don't mind being watched by this beautiful woman in my sleeping position, there are hidden things in the bedroom on the second floor about the live broadcast of the underworld show, as well as the entrustment of the Huang family and so on.
I jumped up from the bed: "Why are you here?"
"Why? Are you not welcome?" Tie Ningxiang was not wearing a police uniform, and a smile flashed across her face: "Or do you have something hidden here that cannot be seen?"
"Tch, I'm tall and walking, sitting upright, and I'm not afraid of the shadow being crooked when I tilt my body... Hey! Don't touch my things!"
I didn’t even have time to put on my clothes, so I hurriedly got out of bed to stop Tie Ningxiang. Booklet: "What's This?"
To be honest, I'm also a little confused, I never remember when I stuffed this thing in my pocket.
Wait, isn't this the adult magazine that brother Guo Junjie read in the dream? How could it be brought out of my dream? !
Could it be that some of my experiences last night were not dreams? Or is it possible to create something out of nothing after the dream-making technique is mastered?
I was so full of thoughts that I didn't even notice Tie Ningxiang's wonderful expression at this time. She flipped through two pages, her cheeks were flushed, she gave me a hard look, and then threw the book in front of me: " Gao Jian, I really didn't expect you to have such a hobby, you can keep the magazines released five years ago without any wrinkles, how much do you like this book!"
Tie Police Officer blushed and turned away. I looked at the pages of the book that were spread out at my feet. A cute girl with cat ears was posing in an extremely seductive pose. It's still cheese, which looks so shiny that it almost blinds my eyes.
"お兄ちゃん，どこが食べたいですか (Brother, where do you want to eat)?"
"To be reasonable, this book is really not mine!"
I put on my clothes and hurriedly chased it out, and Bai Qi was the only one left in the room crouching next to the pages of the book, it tilted its head to look at the woman in the book, and stretched out its paws twice: "Wow! "
Tie Ningxiang came to see me today probably because she had something to discuss. After going downstairs, she didn't leave directly, but stood in the middle of the small shop a little uncomfortably.
After I ran downstairs, I first poured two cups of tea, then made some tea, and talked about it, finally diverting her attention.
"So, you have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago?" Tie Ningxiang was a little surprised after hearing my experience last night: "You have suffered such a serious injury, don't force yourself, your body is important."
"Don't blame me, why did you leave the hospital?" I held the teacup in both hands, and I remembered that Tie Ningxiang was seriously injured at the time.
"My fate is hard. I have been like this since I was a child. I will recover soon after being injured." Tie Ningxiang didn't take it seriously. Go all the way.
"That's good, by the way, what do you want to see me today?" I blew on the tea leaves and took a sip of hot tea.
"It's nothing serious." Tie Ningxiang twitched a little, which is rare: "It's just that my parents want to see you."
"Pfft!" A mouthful of hot tea spewed out, and I coughed violently.
"Why do you have such a big reaction?" Tie Ningxiang came over and patted me on the back lightly: "Don't think too much, my parents just want to thank you, I saved you Yiyi when I was in the hospital. I told them that you are kind to us, and it is right to treat you to a meal."
"Can I refuse?" I had a bitter face. If Tie Ningxiang's parents saw that I was the confused little brother who "went into the wrong room", wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing: "Save you all! Just do it as you please, and forget about eating."
"It's just a family banquet. My mother has already bought some food." Tie Ningxiang's tone softened rarely, making it hard to refuse.
"That's fine."
"I'll pick you up at seven o'clock in the evening, see you soon." Tie Ningxiang's mood suddenly improved, and she walked out of the shop with a smile on her face.
Lighting a low-quality cigarette, I watched her leave, not knowing if it was right for me to do so? The deeper the involvement, the more painful the loss will be. If one day my live broadcast fails, will she still remember me?
There is still a long time before dark, I originally planned to go to Liu Xiazi to discuss the matter of exchanging the formation, but when I thought that the nobleman Tianyi is something that the Double-faced Buddha urgently needs, I changed my mind again and took Bai Qi went to Qianding Pharmaceutical.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Secretary Zhang took me to Huang Boyuan's office. This old director has a full day's schedule, and it is difficult to steal a few minutes of leisure.
"What are you doing here? Has the cause of Huang Guanxing's death been found out?" While dealing with the thick documents on the table, Huang Boyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his eye sockets: "I can't accept my old age. I only watched it for three hours. Spent."
Although he has black hair, it is all dyed. Compared with twenty years ago, he is really old.
"Director Huang, I have confirmed the murderer of Mr. Ling, and it must be the double-faced Buddha."
Huang Boyuan was not very satisfied with my answer, he raised his hand and asked Secretary Zhang to make him a cup of good tea: "I asked you to investigate, not for such a general answer, I want to make sure it is a specific one Alone."
"Although the process is a bit complicated, I can tell you the murderer's name. He is being wanted by the police. His name is Lu Xing." Dangerous, I advise you not to be impulsive."
Luxing cannot be dealt with by a single person or a consortium. If you have to give a reason, the two-faced Buddha is enough.
"You want me to wait?" Huang Boyuan immediately understood what I meant.
"Yes, if I can, I will catch him with my own hands."
"Things that I can't even do? You come? The future is awesome." Huang Boyuan drank tea, his face was calm and he didn't know what he was thinking: "If there is nothing else, you can go, I am very busy. "
He issued an order to evict the guest, but I turned a deaf ear to it. What I want to say next is the real topic: "Director Huang, do you still remember the wordless ancient painting we mentioned earlier?"
"As I said, that painting disappeared twenty years ago, and I can't find it at all!" Huang Boyuan was a little displeased. What happened twenty years ago was a wound in his heart. Someone else said it.
Looking straight into his eyes, I was not affected by his tone, but just followed his words and said, "I know where that painting is."
"What?!"
"Did Huang Xue sleep in a small handmade bed when she was a child?"
"How do you know?" Huang Boyuan couldn't keep calm, this was a secret he had kept in his heart for twenty years: "That's right, I was very poor at that time, so I could only make her a small bed by myself." .”
"That painting is under the crib."
After hearing this, Huang Boyuan didn't even look through the business contracts on the table, and hurriedly took me to the villa where he lived.
It is a very large house, ten times the area of the dilapidated rental house twenty years ago.
There is a locked door on the second floor of the villa. Huang Boyuan asked the nanny to leave, and opened the door by himself. There are all old and simple furniture that are not worthy of his identity.
He seemed to be very familiar with everything, walked into it, and came to the innermost part, where there was a wooden crib that was somewhat rough.
Twenty years have not left too many marks on the wood, but the people who made it have changed their faces.
Huang Boyuan reached under the wooden bed, and suddenly felt something in the compartment.
Take it out with trembling hands, shake off the scroll, and on it is a desperate word written in blood.
"Wan Jun..." Huang Boyuan seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, his body shook, if I hadn't supported him in time, he might have fallen to the ground.
Gently waving his hands, he leaned against the wooden bed, slowly sat down on the ground, and read the poems on the picture scroll word by word.
"Lin Hua thanked the spring red, it was too hasty, but the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came later."
"Rouge tears, stay drunk, when will it be heavy? Naturally, people grow up and hate water forever!"